He opened his eyes and looked around. All he could see was the
charred ground for a moment before his eyes focused completely. He slowly
dragged himself into a sitting position and looked around at the lush green
tropical place he landed. An ocelot slowly crept around the edge of the
circle of black powdery ash he sat in, as he examined his powder blue
armor. It felt cold and smooth to his touch, which surprised him because he
was wearing thick black gloves that looked as if they where made to protect
his hands from something, but what he did not know. He slowly reached up to
rub his head, which was now throbbing because he sat up to fast. He slid
his hand back feeling the hair, which was standing in thick, but short
spikes. The hair bent and curled around his fingers as he experimented with
the hair, and the many sensations that came with it.
Slowly he began to wonder a variety of things, first one thing, then another, until the questions poured faster than the answers leaving one question, 'Who am I?' He slowly tried to stand, failing several times, until he mastered how to move his legs underneath him to support his weight rather than on either side of him. Slowly information of another sort flowed into his mind, weapons data, who his creator was, how to identify things, until finally he even knew his name. "It's Zion. My name it's Zion!" He said, shouting to the trees themselves. Suddenly though as if his very shout had caused it a pain leapt through his very spine itself, followed by it making it's way into is mind, plunging him back into the one place he didn't want to go. Never ending darkness.
Slowly he began to wonder a variety of things, first one thing, then another, until the questions poured faster than the answers leaving one question, 'Who am I?' He slowly tried to stand, failing several times, until he mastered how to move his legs underneath him to support his weight rather than on either side of him. Slowly information of another sort flowed into his mind, weapons data, who his creator was, how to identify things, until finally he even knew his name. "It's Zion. My name it's Zion!" He said, shouting to the trees themselves. Suddenly though as if his very shout had caused it a pain leapt through his very spine itself, followed by it making it's way into is mind, plunging him back into the one place he didn't want to go. Never ending darkness.