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Brandi grumbled loudly and tugged the thin covers back over her head,
near her headrest Tara was prodding her head with her
index finger annoyingly. When Tara's first attempt failed she leaned
close to Brandi's ear under the covers.
"Wakie wakie, time for preparation." She chided in a motherly tone,
her bright caramel eyes sparkling with a glimmer of evil..
"Go'way!" Came the slightly muffled response, the small girl's voice
groggy from slumber.
But she shot up instantly when Tara neatly pricked the back of her
neck with one sharpened claw, her hair in disarrange and her
eyelids half open.
"Huh-what?! I'm awake....." Brandi smacked her dry chapped lips together.
Shaking her head with a giggle Tara retracted the five small claws
that replaced fingernails on her dainty hands. "Get dressed, I'll
wait for you then we'll head to the mess hall."
Brandi forced herself to stumble from her sleeping cot and head for
the closet sized bathroom, "Mkay." She mumbled.
In the room directly across the hall from Brandi and Tara's a medium
built girl with brunette hair emerged from her own dorm.
She made a show of raising her arms to the ceiling and yawning, then
shaking herself awake she strode to the door labeled 4-2
and knocked twice.
Tara's smiling face appeared through the opening, "Morning Ivy!"
"Hey," She replied coolly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
Tara nodded her head as a gesture for Ivy's entrance, who
nodded her head in thanks and flopped down on the nearest bed.
"Is Brandi awake yet?"
Tara pulled an amusing face and nodded in the direction of the tiny
bathroom door, where the sounds of running water could be
heard. "She's in the process."
A contented giggle escaped Ivy, who knew all to well what it was like
to have a non-morning influenced roommate. "Felicia
too."
"Did I hear my name?" Both girl's turned to see a dark skinned girl
standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. Her jet
black hair pulled back into a painfully tight bun, her brown eyes nearly
black she resembled another in their team closely.
"Hello everyone, good morning to yah!" Brandi chirped upon her exit
from the bathroom, now glowing with exuberance and
cheerfulness. She beamed a toothy smile then floated forward to embrace
all three girls a friendly hug.
"Ready?" Ivy questioned as she was released from the smaller girl's
arms.
They nodded happily and moved to walk down their dorm corridor, Ivy
characteristically leading the way. Her ensemble simple
containing a worn and tattered lab coat, a painfully simple matching
white tube top, and slim low hugging bell bottom blue jeans.
Her oval rimmed glasses and a chain around her neck containing five
small rings her only accessories.
At her right Tara's style engulfed the simple female. Favoring dark
colors around her pale features, witch happened to be
complete with a series of small catish stripes decorating her limbs,
Tara choose what once resembled a black tee shirt, but
through Tara's own 'adjustments' it now hung off one shoulder and was
grungily cut above her midsection. A deep rich purple
bra stood evident beneath the shirt's tatters, black pants cut at calf
length with multiple black fabric strips crossing from one leg
to the other down the crotch, and knee high leather boots finished
off the interesting outfit. A silver trimmed black cross draped
greedily around her neck and a flaring amount of slim silver bracelets
rattled on both wrists.
Half way down the hall they were intercepted by a massive man who eyed
them as though they would breathe fire.
"Where are the four of you off to?" He barked.
They snapped to attention as though they were in the army, Ivy spoke
with a depth to her voice that made the taller being back
off slightly. "On our way to mess hall, sir!"
"Hurry along then, any straggling will receive severe chaistment."
"Yes sir." They replied in unison, and with a last glare contest with
Ivy they shuffled away. Callipse watched every last step with
boring concentration.
"I really wish I knew what crawled up his butt and died." Scoffed Tara
the instant they were out of ear shot. She looked up at
the security camera and poked her tongue out, obviously not caring
if her words were heard.
"He's afraid of us." Brandi smirked triumphantly.
Felicia gave her own expected comment on the matter, "Best be, wait
till there's no one around" She popped her knuckles as if
ensuring her words.
Ivy's gaze deterred from straight ahead as Brandi's little hand placed
itself on her shoulder, her voice rang out as well. "Do you
think Ashley's going to be there today?"
Ivy realized as everyone did that the others looked up to her, the
motherly figure they never had. Her eyes unwillingly caught the
hopefulness in not just the large bluish green orbs of Brandi but also
in the others eyes, she considered her words.
"I really can't say for sure, she might have escaped again."
Three sets of eyes lowered to the ground depressed, things were completely
different when they weren't a complete 'set'. They
had been five since birth, and now the cyborg child had developed some
kind of suicidal life mission to escape the base that had
served as their home.
Their question was answered as they entered the large room that served
as a kitchen, a living and game room, and more
importantly an everyday escape from the rest of the base.
Ashley grumbled death threats at a microwave as she attempted to pry
it open, her hands locked close together in in steel
restrainments. The others brightened instantly.
"Ashley!" Tara and Brandi's voices shouted happily.
She lazily glanced up from the microwave and gave a lopsided grin,
"Hey, here to lend a hand?" She raised the cuffs as to prove
her issue.
Ashley's hair fell around mid back in a wonderfully complex series
of curls, her skin a light smoky color, and her eyes a brown
like many of the others. She and Felicia competed for tallest member
of their little group at 5'7, and both without question more
exotic save for the half cat individual.
Ivy stepped forward to remove the article of food from the microwave
before it underwent any further cooking torture, while
the others scuttled over to the large frumpy couch.
"What happened after......after......" Brandi started the line of questioning
uneasily, noting the black eye Ashley was sporting
among other mildly serious injuries.
"After I botched my latest escape?" Ashley asked bluntly.
Tara nodded, then her ears pricked up suddenly and swiveled towards
the hallway. "It'll have ta wait, here comes J."
They all groaned unhappily, J meant training. And the worst part was
that not a thing about their training remained in their
memories after wards.
Tara cradled Ivy's head across her lap, Felicia crawled up to them on
her knees her chest heaving with breathing difficulties,
nearby Ashley and Brandi laid unconcience.
"What'd I do? Oh please......" Tara was evidently panicking, panting
while she checked the girl's neck for a pulse.
Felicia arrived at her side looking as though she had been attacked
by a ferocious beast, her cloths suddenly more tattered than
Tara's. "Is she....."
"No!" Tara yipped happily, finding a faint pulse. Then her eyes wandered
to the motionless bodies on the training room's
linoleum floor. "What about those two?"
"Alive, just knocked out. Did we fight each other?"
Felicia narrowed her eyes at the pitch black window at Tara's back,
engulfed in rage for her fallen comrades. "I don't
remember. Do you hear that J?! I don't remember a damn thing!"
Brandi raised herself up by her arms to see Felicia pounding on the
one way glass yelling indecently. She groaned lightly, her
whole body feeling like a crushed can. As soon as she had edged to
her knees she took stock of her body, a broken rib was
healing as she thought along with at least two bones in her right leg.
And not to mention the small pool of crimson liquid around
her was from not one but from a series of lashings covering her from
knees to fore head.
"Ouch." She mumbled, then regretted it at the taste of blood from her
lip.
"You okay kid?" She became aware of Ashley, looking at the floor with
a drooping head.
She swallowed as a stray fragment of bone snapped back into proper
alignment, "Yeah, you?"
"I'll live, unfortunately." Then her eyes cracked to see Felicia still
giving the glass a beating, "Will you knock that off? It won't do
any good until you've healed.....then we're outta here. I've had enough."
Brandi coward slightly at the look in Ashley's eyes, she
remained still even as Ashley had rolled to her feet with a mighty
groan and limped from the room.
Tara appeared next to her carrying Ivy in both arms, Felicia offered
her hand to help Brandi up as she still fumed from her
temper tantrum.
As the damaged four practically dragged each other down the hall to
their dorm Brandi dared to speak out of the corner of her
mouth, "I think we're getting out of here guys."
J watched from the security camera, reading even her mumbling lips.
"I want security tightened tonight, in the dorm areas
especially."
"It shouldn't be difficult, we'll just do it on our way to the mess
hall. If that prick Callipse doesn't interfere." Ashley spoke with a
confidence that made the small circle of girls sitting on the bed cling
to every syllable, never had she sounded this sure of
anything before.
"What about the watchers, and the fencing?" Tara spoke quieter.
"I've been timing the guards, five minutes from one end of the hall
to the next. With a stop at the end to make a report on their
mini-coms of course. The fencing is just tipping twelve feet high,
electrical and barbed but we can probably get over it with a
running start."
"Then it's settled, tomorrow at noon we head for the hills so to speak."
Ivy began to force herself to her own room, Felicia
following with a grumble. All five had somehow made it to the mess
hall, and had been lying there four hours listening to their
horse strained breathing and to bones snapping back together.
"Everyone will be healed by then?" Felicia looked once back at the
half meditating Ashley.
"Yes, goodnight."
Brandi's head raised from her folded arms as she sprawled over the
floor, she gave a weak smile. "Sweet dreams, love ya."
They both nodded and gave their own encouraging smiles, then exited
soundlessly.
After a moment of deep breathing from her briefing of the escape, Ashley
made for her departure. Unworried of a sudden
hugging attack with the other girls looking as though they wouldn't
even make it to their cots tonight. "Rest well, ya'll need it."
"No prob, sleep tight."
Tara watched until the door shut with a whisper and latched, then she
flopped down on her side and cuddled closer to Brandi.
Tugging the slim blanket back and forth in their attempts for a long
painful sleep as they were still healing.
J ran to the basement at a break neck pace, a trickle of sweat coming
from his already flushed face. Between the project in his
basement and the mounting fears around the complex that the F.E.M.Z
were planing an escape he was completely exhausted.
And then there was the embarrassment of trying to calm the fears of
cut throat men.
Finally he arrived at the most secure door at the base, he slammed
his hand against the parchment pad. Then after registering his
data a steel door as thick as a man's body swung aside for entrance,
without a second thought he swept in. Twenty or so
scientists jerked their heads up at his arrival, fear in their eyes.
A brave female stepped up to him to give a progress report.
"Sir, they've started to awaken."
"And everything's in order?"
"Yes, they will awaken with a built in program that implies all necessary
information from their time to ours. Along with the
F.E.M.Z data you requested."
"Excellent, well let's get those boys unfroze shall we? They'll be
having a mission sooner than expected."
"Have they escaped sir?!" Her eyes widened with fear and her confident
steps faltered slightly.
J sighed, "Not yet, but I have a feeling........just wake them up!"
He bellowed impatiently.
"Yes sir!"
Brandi of course was the last one to reach the fence. On all sides of
her red lights and blaring sirens were sounding off at their
escape.
About thirty feet ahead of her she watched Ashley leap unsteadily from
the top of the fence on which she had been perched,
through it Brandi could make out the faint outlines of the other three
and hear them screaming for her to move faster. Her
numerous bullet wounds didn't help any, the one in her knee cap was
especially painful. As she thought of the pain it was
replaced by a burning sensation in her right shoulder blade, another
bullet. It couldn't have pierced at a worst time, for that was
the exact instant logic told her to jump into the air in order to even
make it to the top of the fence.
She faulted a step behind the place where the other's footsteps had
stopped in the red dust, far to late and unprepared to get
over the fence now.
"Brandi! Fly for god sakes!"
Ashley's voice registered, her demand playing in Brandi's head like
a broken record. Fly.
It had been her choice since she was barely five to forever keep her
wings retracted, she could never bring to words the shame
she felt for the appendages.
"I....I can't! Go on without me." She hollered.
"Bull shit! Do it now! We won't leave without you!" Now Tara's agitated
voice spoke up.
Brandi also considered this, their words hiding only a message the
five of them would decipher. Death was a far better fate than
being without even one of the group.
With a frustrated growl Brandi looked back to the soldiers that were
closing in on her, then her glance shot up to the hovering
helicopter. If they shoot at me ONE more time I'll jump up and tear
off it's propellers myself! She gasped at her sudden
violent thought, where had that come from?! They had come dangerously
close to cornering her, and above all she didn't want
to be cornered now.
As she raised her fists clutched together and slammed them forcefully
into her breast bone the thought that she was committing
some sort of suicide flashed through the soldier's heads. But quite
the contrary as a double set of fourteen feet long wings burst
through her back.
The second they were free from her body they instinctively raised skywards
then thrust down, with that simple motion she was
up and over the fencing. The others must of sensed it for they shouted
commands at her not to land to just fly with their running
pace, she nodded reluctantly in agreement and with more forceful flaps
she shot ahead at a blurred pace.
"Welcome to the year 341 gentleman. We have a little mission in order
for you all, an escape was made three days ago by a
highly dangerous team of young women from this very base. Your individual
missions will be given in private, but the main
objective is to bring them safely back here by any means necessary."
J watched as five manilla folders were handed to the
standing figures across from him, large bold letters labeled top secrete
covering them.
"Well boys?"
Deep cobalt blue eyes narrowed slightly from behind the rouge brown
bangs, "Mission accepted."
"Yeah sure, bringing in a few juvenile delinquents should be a snap!"
"Did you not register that they are highly dangerous Maxwell?"
"Well, this should be interesting," J mused as the four ex-Gundam pilots
hurried from his office. It really was a shame they were
not five any longer, though J understood that the heir to the vast
Winner investment couldn't possibly have sound reason to be
cryogenically frozen. One hundred forty six years ago they had been
given a choice whether or not to partake in this experiment,
the one they called Quatre remained to live out his life as it was.
The other's would live now in this time performing missions for
one of the direct descendants of the Gundam designers, J himself and
no one else.
The four boys had been given a certain female objective to locate,
save for Ivy who would have to be persuaded by other
means. J knew all to well after years of raising his girls that Ivy
would be utterly unimpressed by any attempt made by any one
of the Gundam pilots.
In the back of his mind a tiny part of him wondered what group of teens
would be sent back to him in pieces.
Brandi/Latalia's rant's- I bet this is yer favorite part of my silly
story huh? When will the maddness stop?! Ne-vah that's when!
Do not taunt the happily rolling bunny! Jus in case yer wondering,
the character's Ashley, Tara, Felicia, Ivy, and Brandi are
based on real life people. Me an my best friend's in fact! *beam* I'm
Brandi! And you can't take real people, so there nayh!
^__^