A/N: Happy late News Years/Christmas.
"Owie...god that had to leave a mark..." Heather said as she regained consciousness. "What the hell was that Re-where the hell am ah?"
The teen found herself in some kind of dungeon-like cell. Dark, damp, very spooky and very intimidating. More cells were lined in front of her as well.
In other words, not her home whatsoever.
"Ma? Papa? Jackie? Anyone...?" she shouted out the cell, but no one, not even something responded.
"Ok, ok...everything is going to be ok. Y'all somewhere that yah ain't familiar with and no one's around," she said to herself. "Don't panic, don't panic, don't-"
She panicked.
"OmigodomigodwhatdoIdoIdunnowhattodojeezusfuckingchristwhatthehelldoIdooooooooooooo?!"
She slapped herself. "Ow...that hurt way more than I expected it to be." she said as she rubbed her cheek. She shook it off and refocused. "Focus, how do I get out of here?" The cell walls to her side and back were stone, and iron bars were in front of her. She didn't know what was behind the stone walls, and the iron bars seemed to be the best bet since she could tell it was safe on the other side.
"How am I going to get past these bars though?" she wondered out loud. "Maybe punching it?"
She ignited her right hand and punched the bars, but with no effect to the bars whatsoever.
"OW! Bad idea! Bad idea!" she shouted as she shook her hand.
The other idea was shooting the bars, but she threw away that idea because she remembered how (illogically) bouncy the bullets were. There was no doubt that it would ricochet off the bars and hit her.
"Gaaah! There must be a way out of here, but where?!" she screamed in frustration.
Heather leaned against the bars and sighed. "Dammit! Ah really wish this was a dream right now..." she brought up her hand so she could rub her face when she noticed it looked strange.
Instead of its normal color, her hand looked almost metallic and was similar in color to the iron bars. The color just stopped short of her wrist.
"What the...?"
She looked over her hand. It didn't feel different than what it used to, it just looked weird.
"Metal? But how?"
Looking back at the bars before going back to her hand, "Hm, ah wonder..."
She grasped a bar and watched as the color traveled up her skin. She let go of the bar and the color stopped just above her elbow.
"Now let's see if this works," she pulled her hand back and curled it into a fist.
Her fist and the bars made connection but it didn't even dent the bars.
"Damn, at least it didn't hurt. Ah guess ah can't go out this way," she turned to the wall behind her. "Ah guess ah have to try something different."
She backed up as far as she could go and ran towards the wall. She pulled back her fist and slammed it into the stone wall. The impact left an impressive impression in the wall.
"Well, that's better than nothing. Now, let's get to work." she said as she raised her fist.
(Unknown Location)
"ADMIRAL ON DECK!"
A couple of Officers saluted the admiral of the S.S Alpine before returning to their work. Said admiral was the only female out of the four admirals that the Alliance had, and no doubt the youngest. The redhead was not exactly in proper uniform (missing the white jacket and Officer's hat) but given the circumstances that occurred within the past seventy-two hours, regulations were pushed aside.
"Report, First Officer." she said as she put her hair into two pigtails. "What's our status?"
"First off, we are capable to inter-dimensional travel again," he said as he brought up a hologram of the ship on the holo-table. "Techies been working overtime to fix our damaged engines."
"Secondly, we are at thirty-six percent operational capacity. Weapons and shields have taken a large hit and will require a bit more time to restore to minimal operation," he continued. "The medical frigate and comms ship that came with us also took some hits, but they should be fine for now."
"Man power?"
"Including the other two ships, around six hundred ma'am."
"That's not a lot. Any luck in contacting the ships that weren't blown up?"
"Negative, Mars and Orion haven't been spotted with our radar, nor to our signals."
"Anyone else?"
"Negative, no one else responded to our distress signal. We're on our own for now."
Admiral Thea tapped her fingers on the table. The chain of command fell to her as of now until a higher ranking officer was found, never before had she been put into this position ever in her life or even thought of. She couldn't back down from this, especially since a smashing amount of soldiers were depending on her leadership to guide them.
"What our move, Admiral?" the Officer asked.
Thea thought for a moment, "First things first, finding a new base. Any nearby planets we can use?"
"No, we just so happened to launch ourselves into an area that has inhospitable planets. We're trying to locate the nearest one as of now."
"First Officer! Something came up!"
The Officer turned and walked over to the Techie that was working at a monitor. "What is it?"
"I'm picking up a faint signal that corresponds with our PDDs. We may have found someone."
"Trace it." Thea said.
"On it."
A couple seconds later the results were displayed on the holo-table.
"Hold on, this place seems familiar." Thea pondered out loud. "Is it that the same planet we tried to blow up once?"
"Yes, that unfortunate incident where some of our troops ran into the now-extinct Federation." the Officer replied bluntly. "Shall we set a course?"
"Do it."
"Affirmative," the Officer turned to a radio and turned it on. "Attention all ships, prepare for dimensional jump. I repeat, prepare for dimensional jump. All hands on deck."
The two smaller ships got behind the Alpine as a large blue rift appeared in front of it. The ships engines roared to life and took off into the rift as it closed behind them. It was not long before the ships reappeared near the planet where the signal was coming from. The ships stayed close enough so transports could get to the planet, but far enough to remain undetected.
"Ma'am, I'm picking up several more signals coming from the planet."
"Track them, if we're lucky, we may find more of our comrades down there." Thea said. "Officer, get a comm signal to the first signal we picked up."
(Sydney, Australia)
Logan muttered a curse under his breath as he tried to wave the morning sunlight out of his eyes. He was never a morning person, though a good strong cup of coffee (or two) usually fixed that right up.
Sitting up on an aging mattress, the Aussie rubbed the remaining sleep out of his eyes before cracking his neck.
Yawning, he put on a red shirt and some khaki pants before walking out to his living room, which was still in shambles from yesterday's shootout. He saw Stanley sipping some tea at the table while Wue was meditating on the ground near the window.
"Ah! Mr. Mundy, up at the crack of dawn like a true outdoorsman, if I must say!" Stanley said, anything but a bit too enthusiastic for Logan right now. "I presume you had a good night's rest?"
"Not exactly, I'm not a really a morning person." Logan said as he slumped into a chair next to Stanley."Where did you get a tea set? I don't have one."
"I bought it," the gentleman said. "I used the money the dead ruffians had on them to purchase this lovely tea set at the nearby sundry story. A gentleman cannot start his day with a cup of tea!"
"...our allies are close by..." Wue quietly said.
"Hm?"
Just then the PDD sitting near Stanley blared to life.
"Any Allied members please come in! This is the S.S Alpine, we are trying to make contact with any Allied members. Please respond!"
Stanley picked up the device before responding. "This is Officer Stanley Kwick of Squad S.R, over."
Another voice came up, "This is Admiral Thea, Stanley is that you?"
"Ah, Miss Thea! I see that you're ok after the calamity that Wue and I have heard. Say what happened?"
"I'll tell you later, H-Choppers are being sent to your coordinates."
"Oh and one other thing, we have a third member..."
"Ok 'huff' one more hit should do it..."
Heather was drenched in sweat and extremely exhausted. She'd been punching the same way for what seemed to be forever, but luckily her efforts weren't all for naught. She could see specks of light coming from the large cracks of the wall, so she was getting somewhere.
"A punch ain't going to cut it...ah gotta get a running start," she said as she backed up. "Though speed isn't my thing, or anything involving running that is."
She backed up to the bars of her cell and charged towards the damaged wall. Hurling her body towards the wall and using her metal arm as a brace, she broke through it and landed on the ground.
"Ha...never thought ah would have to do that," Heather said as she dusted herself off. She noticed her arm returned to its normal color and feel. Guess it's like the fire huh?
She looked around and found herself in a hallway. "Left or right?"
"The noise came from down here!" she heard someone from one of the ways say.
"Ah guess the opposite of the voice."
Taking off in the opposite direction, Heather soon got lost in the labyrinth of stairs and halls. It didn't help that everywhere looked EXACTLY the same. Luckily she got a break and found a wooden door. She hurried over to it, opened it, and slammed it closed.
Sliding to the ground, she wiped the sweat off her face. "First thing when ah get home: work on cardio. No questions asked."
As she rested, she used this time to look around her. "Another dungeon? Ah better not had gone in a damn circle."
She summoned her revolver and slowly made her way down the rows of cells. Why are there so many cells here yet no people in them? Who needs these many cells in the first place?
However, she noticed a cell was occupied and went over to investigate. Who was inside almost broke her heart.
There were two people in the cell. Two girls, one looked to be her age and another one who was younger. They both had brown hair and green eyes. The older girl wore a leather shirt that went up until her stomach and shorts, and the younger one wore similar like clothing. The both looked pretty hurt as well as dirty, and they didn't look like they'd slept in days.
If her mother had been here, she'd probably gone apeshit about right now (as most likely burn everything sight). Luckily, Heather had a slightly cooler head than that, but she was still a bit furious.
She looked around to see if anyone else was around before walking towards the cell and tapping on the bars with her gun. "Psst, hey, you two."
The younger girl nudged the older girl since the latter wasn't facing the entrance. The older girl turned around and faced Heather before standing up. Holy shit, she's taller than I've expected.
"What do you want?" the girl asked.
"Well, uh, you two seem to be in a pickle. You want out, I think I can help."
"Ha, help? This place is near impossible to escape...wait, how did you get out of your cell?"
"Hm?"
"You were placed in that cell about ten or so rows down. These things are impossible to break, how'd you get out."
So I did run in a circle. Well, I punched my way out through the wall there," she pointed to the said wall. "Took some time, but it worked."
"Punch? That's solid fythestone, basically indestructible unless you have proper equipment."
Fythestone, the hell is that? "Indestructible? Well whoever discovered that is a bunch baloney," she noticed her arm was becoming metal again as she leaned it on the bars. "Really, this has to stop. I do not want to be metal right now."
"Y-you're a metal elemental, too?"
"A what?"
"Metal elementals are the rarest type of elementals out there, and with the rythium bars, of course!"
"Ok, I have no clue what the hell you're saying, so back up girl."
Before any more information could be gotten out, the door where Heather came in opened.
"Hey! There she is!"
"Get her!"
"Uh oh! I gotta run!" Heather said as she turned to looked at the guards that were poaring into the room.
"The key should be in the jailer's office!"
"Where is the office?"
"I don't know! But it's some where near this area!"
"Geez that's some good advice!" Heather said before running off.
"Godspeed..." the girl whispered as she watched Heather run off.
A/N: OOOOOF, I'm kinda late to this. But nevertheless, I POST! Some Alliance members had found Earth, and Heather is trying to find the exit to wherever she is trapped. What will happen next?
...
I have no idea. You'd think I spoil stuff?
Till next time,
-D.W