Defenders Once More
Chapter One
This is a story of five separate individuals who brought
together, must face the hardships of the past, and the present, and find the
necessary friendship to survive the future…
Alexia Lunaria was a dark Iranian beauty. Her light olive skin and thick lustrous hair
gave it all away. When she would first
speak to you, you would classify her voice as childish. However, as the conversation wore on, you
would think it more singsong and melodious.
Most men were taken by her dark exotic beauty, and if
they were not, the opposite sex was not to their taste. They were stricken by her long legged,
feminine walk, which unknowingly so was quite catty. On closer inspection, her skin was soft and supple, and showed
not a sign of her hardships, though her eyes told all: their stark alertness
and wary quality shown through the fascinating chocolate orbs.
She wore her magnificent raven hair in a ponytail, which
strangely enough, only added to her tomboyish personality. However, (the writer begs forgiveness, but)
despite the loose fitting jeans, plain t-shirt, and ever-present coverall, her
slim and well-maintained feminine shape was always a topic of conversation
between male crewmembers.
Dan Crimson was always on the tips of the young girls
tongues. They spoke not only of his
handsome Hispanic looks, but also his ready sense of humor and the romantic
flatteries that he half-heartedly let slip off his tongue.
He was never seen without a smile on his face, always
reflected in his deep blue eyes and easy-going manner. Everyone was immediately taken in by the
lithe, masculine way he strode into a room, speaking of long training sessions
in which he learned more than just how to fight.
Every female crewmember fantasized about running her
hands through his cheekbone length black hair and gripping his muscular
arms…(sorry the writer has strayed).
Known as the loudest of the pilots, with his ever-present sense of humor
and wise-ass remarks, he always kept a smile on everyone's faces.
On stature he got the shorter end of the stick
(dimensions of other areas are yet to be known)…
Kitsune Maxwell was always considered the quietest of the
five. More studious than actually
silent, she rarely said anything. Of
course, silence always accompanied a sense of seriousness, so she rarely showed
her grin to anyone.
She was easily recognized by her bizarre attire. Her
glossy black hair was always pulled neatly into a long braid, and was clad in
black jumpers with a clerical collar and sleeves rolled up above the elbows.
Her almond-shaped eyes and angular porcelain face
announced her Japanese ancestry. Many
times, she would speak in her native tongue to her best friend, Alexia, who had
become her only sister. It had always
been a mystery as to why Alexia took Kitsune under her wing. Kitsune chose not to think about it and
preferred to just revel in the warm sunshine that was Alexia's friendship.
She had the uncanny knack of sensing other's emotions,
mostly Dan's love for Alexia, pure but frustrating.
Kentos Lattis was not too much of a team player. He worked mostly for prestige and
money. Known to be quite a gambler,
Kentos had quite a few debts, yet learned to pass them by without notice. He wasn't a rough rider, nor did he live off
of other people. He knew how to carry
himself, and seemed to be where all the action was all the time.
The ladies in the local casinos knew him well and he
usually got extra "favors" from them, concerning free chips and betting
tips. His semi-long, wavy, light blond
hair and red eyes, gave him an unusual appearance, and his smile would win over
most women. He was well trained in the
use of a firearm and anything else with a trigger.
He was tall, and well built, though gave off an uneasy
feel when others were around him. He
could look at you and smile, and you knew he had something up his sleeve. Kitsune finds she can relate to him by a
feeling she gets that goes deeper than looks and rumors. The two can relate to each other though are
stubborn to admit it.
Ben was a handsome man and possessor of Alexia's heart,
much to Dan's dismay.
He had longish dark brown hair that framed his chocolate
orbs, which so perfectly matched Alexia's.
His arms were well muscled and could be found around Alexia's waist.
Ben was the subject of much gripe for Dan, which he
usually voice to Kitsune. Ben was a
perfect gentleman to everyone, including Dan, whom he knew loved Alexia.
Ben is very chivalrous and a hopeless romantic. He was always proclaiming his love for Alexia
and praising her beauty, not afraid to openly show his emotion. He knows that the war may very well tear
them apart but is determined to shield Alexia from the effects of the war and
shield her with the love for each other.
And the story begins…
A familiar beep resonated off the empty walls and Ben
Salazar's eyes flicked open. He sat up,
blinking his eyes to clear his vision. He flung his legs over the side of the
cot and stood, stretching his cramped muscles.
He walked, or more accurately, dragged himself to the source of the rude
intrusion of his dreams: his laptop.
He flipped open the silver and black casing and the audio
message was emitted.
Ben Salazar, you have been chosen to participate in a
group of elite military soldiers assisted by an MS new type. You will proceed to coordinate OGE, and
enter hanger 7. I, doctor J, will be
waiting to give a briefing on the mission.
Good Luck and Godspeed.
Ben shut his
laptop dazedly. He…he had been
chosen to be a part of an elite military group? Part of him was pleasantly surprised to be chosen, but the other
half, steeped in logic, questioned their motive. For one thing he had never piloted an MS. Why would they choose him…and why now?
He contemplated these questions while he pulled on a pair
of well-worn jeans and a fresh t-shirt.
Searching around his Spartan room, he finally located his sneakers. For the final touch, he added a shoulder
holster harboring a well cared for glock.
In this world, one was never safe unless he kept his duffel bag in one
hand and your firearm in the other.
Pulling an old leather flight jacket on over the loaded
holster, Ben stepped out into the crisp chill night. The wind that tousled his brown hair also carried a scent…a scent
no one could detect…the scent of foreboding…
Even though it was night outside, the fun had just begun
for Alexia Lunaria. She jumped up and
grabbed two rings, pulling herself up and straightening her legs. She held this position for a moment, then
dropped down and flipped three times, before holding the position again. Tightening her abdominal muscles, she
dropped down once more and turned two times between the iron rings before
letting go and twisting multiple times, then finally landing on both feet,
hands in the air.
Next, she went to the balance and in one flip, mounted
the wooden apparatus. Throwing her
hands forward, she cartwheeled once on both hands, then twice with no hands,
ending up on the other side of the beam.
Taking one step forward, she flipped once, and then did a jump-twist,
then finished with a back flip.
Upon landing, Alexia heard the beep of her laptop, which
lay hidden in her backpack, on the far side of the room. She frowned. She wasn't really expecting any e-mail. Running towards her pack, still on the beam, she performed an
amazing triple flip twist dismount before landing on the floor again.
She walked over to her backpack and took out her
laptop. Activating the "on" button, she
immediately read the message.
After reading it, she frowned. Chosen? Me? Why?
But as she reread the e-mail, she got an odd feeling…something scarily
familiar. With a new sense of purpose
and determination, Alexia swooped up her backpack and grabbed her light pink
sweater, before exiting the gym, and heading to the specified coordinates,
where Hanger 7 should lay…
Dan Crimson sat cross-legged in nothing but loose fitting
workout pants. His chest and arm
muscles were slightly covered in perspiration, but neither his breath nor his
expression showed any signs of exhaustion.
His eyes were closed and his body was still as he honed his senses for
that which the eye could not see.
Meditation in this form was relaxing, yet it was also tiring for what
Dan was practicing took a lot of self-control and focus. No one else he knew had his skills.
Several pots filled with white sand were lined up along
the edges of the single exit room. In
each carefully sculpted and painted pot were long straight sticks of
incense. Although there was no wind,
the smoke from the sticks of African violet, musk, and patchouli seemed to wrap
around his still muscular form, giving an eerie feeling to the scene.
The silence was broken by a loud, yet single beep from
Dan's pocket computer. He wasn't one to
carry around the "old" laptops or bulky computers some people had in
their buildings. He frowned as he took
out a hand held computer, used for only the basics, and noticed he had a
message. Who was it? Wendy? No she was out at work. Could it be Litoria? No…she had a date with…what's his name? Dan had lost track of all that girl's
"acquaintances". Well, then who? He hit a button and the audio message
played.
Dan sat there in silence as the message finished and
thought for a moment. Military? Let's see…that means…cool clothes…cool
equipment and weapons…and I get the girls!
In one swift motion, Dan rolled back and threw his feet in the air, then
landed in a crouched position, and smoothly stood up. "I'm in!" He grinned and
walked out of the meditation chamber.
Kitsune Maxwell lay in her bed, not really asleep, but
rather awake and just staring at the ceiling in silence. She looked at silence as a freedom away from
the noise she heard during the day. A
chance to be alone and gather one's thoughts.
She had her head rested on her arms and her eyes were wide open, even in
the dead of night. She wouldn't be
asleep for many hours yet. She loved
the night and loved being nocturnal.
She needed little sleep to perform her daily duties and found it more
relaxing
Her room was pretty bear and had only a single dresser,
her bed, and one bed stand. She didn't
take pride in what she owned and therefore found it meaningless to own anything
but the bear essentials. Her room was
empty, much like her heart and soul felt like most of the time. She didn't dwell on it though, she simply
accepted her fate and loneliness and moved on.
Friends and colleagues were for someone who actually cared about what
others thought. She kept to herself and
expected others to do the same.
One interesting thing about Kitsune's dwelling was her
bed stand had a small bookshelf on it, in which several Japanese books
lay. There were some on language, some
on fighting, and yet more on the art of writing. Kanji and calligraphy were probably her only hobbies…that and
blowing things up. She took enjoyment
in the explosive power of C-4 and other powerful contraptions, many of which
were her own design.
Right now though, she had a feeling to use a pack of C-4
on her computer, which lay on top of the dresser on the far side of her
room. It had been beeping for about
half an hour now and yet she had tried to ignore it. Not being able to tolerate it anymore, she got up from her bed
with a low growl escaping her throat and walked over to the computer. Hitting it with her fist, she crossed her
arms and watched it boot up. It had
better not be that damn boss of mine…I swear I will not do another hour of
overtime without stuffing cyanide down his throat.
When
the message aired itself to the lone bachelorette, her eyebrows raised. They wanted her help in a sensitive military
operation? That meant one thing to
Kitsune…all the access to the most powerful explosives in the colony at her
disposal. This sounds
interesting…might as well check it out.
She
hit the computer one more time, shutting it down and grabbing her jacket from
her closet and her hat from the bedpost.
She also grabbed her house key and opened the door, exiting her room and
going into the living room. It mirrored
her bedroom in emptiness, but she simply strode past this and went outside,
closing the door behind her, locking the deadbolt. A click was heard and she smiled. Anyone dumb enough to try and get into her house would be in
millions of piece before setting foot inside her house. Hey, a girl's gotta protect herself.
Kentos
Lattis stood in front of his gun rack, taking out a standard rifle and looking
at the clock. Once it hit the minute
mark, he slammed the rifle down on the worktable he had set in front of him and
began to dismantle the firearm. He took
it apart piece by piece and laid them side by side, once he had them all
separated, he glanced at the clock…15 seconds.
Not too bad, but he could do better.
He
waited once again till the clock's second hand was pointed straight up, then
began to reassemble the same weapon he had just put back together. He connected the two-piece of the barrel and
hooked on the handle and even loaded two large pieces of ammo into it. He set it down and glanced at the time…14
seconds! For him…that was
satisfactory. So he unloaded it and put
it back on the shelf.
Taking
out his favorite little laser rifle, Kentos twirled it on his finger and set it
in his holster, underneath his dark blue vest.
He was about to step out, when he heard his computer beep. "Wha-?"
He questioned and went over to see what was the matter. Turning on the computer, it began to read to
him a message that instructed him to go to hanger 7 and specified coordinates
for a special military operation. He
beamed. So they finally discovered
my skills after all…this could be my lucky break. He shut the computer off and holstered one more small hand weapon
inside his boot and headed out.
Back
at an unknown location…
A
small man who wore a nazi-like uniform strode down the metal lined hallways and
entered a classified room via retinal scan.
He approached the figure standing in the room with caution. Almost as if one wrong step could mean his
funeral. He held an envelope in his
hand and tried to stand tall as he stood before the shadowed figure.
"What
news do you bring me, sergeant?" The
figure questioned in a low voiced tone.
The
man took a deep breath. "I-uh, bring
news from the colonies. Five highly
trained specialists have received the same e-mail, which our hackers traced to
this warehouse in sector 01." He
stammered and handed the envelope over to the man.
The
man slowly turned around and stepped into the artificial light of the ceiling
lamp fissures. Dark blond hair slightly
covered deep hazel eyes, which right now were set sternly on the officer. "Sergeant, sergeant, sergeant. I am quite disappointed in you. Do you really think I needed to know of such
petty information from an underling such as yourself?"
The
sergeant paled. "Well, um…"
"Of
course not. I am well aware of the
colonies movements and have taken precautionary actions to ensure the success
of WFO. That is why I am general and
you are not." He explained.
The
officer nodded. "Yes sir."
"These
five will be no problem. Now
leave."
The
officer nodded and quickly left, happy to leave alive at all.
The
general walked to the side of the room and opened a secret door, to which
opened into a kind of conference room.
"The colonists' defenders have begun movement against us. They are proceeding to sector 01, at the old
"abandoned" warehouse, my men discovered months ago."
In the chair at the far side of the conference room,
a man stood up and approached the general.
"Why thank you, General Kamran Yarseea.
It's no wonder I chose you to be my Chief Tactical Advisor."
"Why
thank you. His lordship flatters
me." Kamran bowed to the man, who
smiled. "It has begun. Now go to the warehouse and find out what
you can…discover…about our irrational enemies."
"As
you wish." Kamran bowed and left the
room once more.
The
man in the conference room smiled.
"Soon, this puny colony will be the first to feel my wrath…or my name
isn't Daiken Lucar."
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