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Chapter 4- Black Sky, Black Death
Eagle walked barefooted out to the hall. The walls, ceiling and floor here were silver. And they were cold. Eagle walked on through the hall. There were no doors here, either. Just seamless walls. The walls formed a square around him, barely enough to fully stretched out in if he were to holdout both of his arms out beside him. "Umm." he said. "Where do I go?"
"I don't care. Where do you want to go?" she said.
Eagle thought about it. "To the bathroom." He said honestly. She laughed. There was a hissing noise to his left, and a portion of the wall dissolved before his eyes. He entered, and found your basic-looking bathroom. A toilet, a sink, a shower, and a towel. The wall became solid again behind him as he stepped into the bathroom.
When Eagle was finished (AN: Hee hee. 'Finished'. Hee hee), he went back into the hall. "So where are you?" he asked, putting his hands behind his back. "Hmm.. Why?" she asked. Eagle shrugged. "Because I want to see how you work your ship."
She didn't say anything, but another wall dissolved, this time to his right. He walked in slowly, almost cautiously. This room was smaller than the white room. There was a dark-clad figure standing at the front where a window stood to the ceiling and covered the walls, showing the vastness of the stars and blackness outside. Control panels, set at waist-height lined the walls beneath the window.
Eagle stood uncertainly by the doorway. The black figure, still facing the front the window, spoke. "Well, this is it."
Eagle nodded and looked around again. Then, he turned back to the figure. "So who are you?" he asked. The figure laughed and turned towards him. She had yellow, cat-like eyes which seemed to glow beneath the clear visor that covered them, with thin slits for pupils. She was armored in black, wires coming from the plates. Her boots seemed to be implanted in the metal floor. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you exactly, but you can call me." she looked away momentarily. She looked back at him with her cat-eyes. "Sanura."
"Okay." Said Eagle. "Well, you already know who I am, so."
"Yes." She said, turning back to space. Eagle went and stood beside her, looking down at the control panels. There were thousands of buttons and levers in all; he watched her hands dart across them. Sanura's hands were covered with black gloves, also with wires sprouting from them. When he looked at her face, he saw that she wasn't looking at the control panel at all. She seemed to have memorized the controls.
Eagle pondered this for a moment, and then asked, "So, how am I going to get back?"
Sanura shrugged. "I really don't know. I'll either recharge the boosters, find a jump gate, or we'll float around a while until another ship can send us back."
Eagle knew the last option would never happen; no ship would risk getting stuck in another black space zone. "How could you recharge your boosters?" he asked. Sanura looked at him steadily. "I could drain all of my mental energy, then leave you to steer the ship back to your own ship. But I wouldn't have you control my ship. It would be too painful."
"How so?" he asked defensively. "I've been using my mental energy to control my ship for ten years."
"True," she said. "And I did revive you. But still, you wouldn't be able to control this ship."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because, Eagle, you're not a machine."
"Why would I have to be a machine?"
Sanura turned her yellow eyes to Eagle. "Because this ship was created to only be controlled by mecha. You ask too many questions, Eagle. You need to rest. Go back to the room you were in earlier and sleep." Eagle stood there for a few moments, watching her as she turned back to the controls. If it could only be controlled by mecha, then. what was she? Eagle left silently through the open doorway and went back to the white room. The table was still there, but a portion of the wall had faded away to reveal a window. Eagle sat down on the table, looking out at the empty blackness of black space. So, how could Sanura control this ship? Eagle thought. If what she said was true, then she would have to be. a mecha herself. Then, it all made sense. Eagle remembered when his mother had told him her concerns about the new droids that his father had been building when they were still alive. They were called the Black Mecha. They were to be indestructible. They were to be all-powerful. They were to be expert strategists. They were to have emotion. And now Eagle realized why his GTO had been creamed. The new mecha were virtually indestructible. And their ships, as much a part of them as anything, were made from Autozam's best materials. They could only be stopped or shut down if you knew the code to their data archives. And Eagle realized why Sanura had jumped so suddenly to black space. The other Autozam ship may have had that code. And she couldn't have risked being shut down. But then Eagle wondered why she had so fearlessly attacked his ship. How had she known that they didn't have the code? As Eagle thought about it, it all began to come together. No doubt Geo had informed the rest of Autozam of his disappearance. Geo had most likely described what they had found, and then Autozam had sent out other war ships to bring their commander back, each carrying the codes needed to disenable the ship. Eagle was a young ruler, and many of his elders had been alive at the time of the rebellion of the Black Mecha. They had always told him tales of the war of the Black Mecha, about how the mistake in creating them was to give them emotion and feeling, even if it gave them their own judgment in battle. When the mecha had rebelled, many people from Autozam had perished under their fierce attacks. Most of them had been shut down, and then taken apart. A few, though, had escape Autozam, and now were the pirates of space, destroying any ship is crossed. Of course, the attacks were spread out evenly through time. This way, no ship carried the codes to shut the mecha down. And so Eagle was tormented with realization and memories, and then hatred for the ship he was on, and for the captain of the ship. For the Black Mecha had destroyed his family.
Gaddo- Coolio! War! Kitty- Yes, you battle-happy savage. Did you come from the deepest darkest regions of Africa or something? Gaddo- I don't really know, actually. Kitty- Hm. That's scary. Well, thanks for reading. I might just put up the next chapter without a review. Just to take a break. I like how this story is turning out. Gaddo- It's coolio! I like wars. Kitty- Yes, we all know. Sorry if I like cat people, guys. I think Sanura is cool. Gaddo- If you can tell us what her name means, you get an invisible cookie, and an invisi-frog! Kitty- Whoo-hoo for you.
Chapter 4- Black Sky, Black Death
Eagle walked barefooted out to the hall. The walls, ceiling and floor here were silver. And they were cold. Eagle walked on through the hall. There were no doors here, either. Just seamless walls. The walls formed a square around him, barely enough to fully stretched out in if he were to holdout both of his arms out beside him. "Umm." he said. "Where do I go?"
"I don't care. Where do you want to go?" she said.
Eagle thought about it. "To the bathroom." He said honestly. She laughed. There was a hissing noise to his left, and a portion of the wall dissolved before his eyes. He entered, and found your basic-looking bathroom. A toilet, a sink, a shower, and a towel. The wall became solid again behind him as he stepped into the bathroom.
When Eagle was finished (AN: Hee hee. 'Finished'. Hee hee), he went back into the hall. "So where are you?" he asked, putting his hands behind his back. "Hmm.. Why?" she asked. Eagle shrugged. "Because I want to see how you work your ship."
She didn't say anything, but another wall dissolved, this time to his right. He walked in slowly, almost cautiously. This room was smaller than the white room. There was a dark-clad figure standing at the front where a window stood to the ceiling and covered the walls, showing the vastness of the stars and blackness outside. Control panels, set at waist-height lined the walls beneath the window.
Eagle stood uncertainly by the doorway. The black figure, still facing the front the window, spoke. "Well, this is it."
Eagle nodded and looked around again. Then, he turned back to the figure. "So who are you?" he asked. The figure laughed and turned towards him. She had yellow, cat-like eyes which seemed to glow beneath the clear visor that covered them, with thin slits for pupils. She was armored in black, wires coming from the plates. Her boots seemed to be implanted in the metal floor. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you exactly, but you can call me." she looked away momentarily. She looked back at him with her cat-eyes. "Sanura."
"Okay." Said Eagle. "Well, you already know who I am, so."
"Yes." She said, turning back to space. Eagle went and stood beside her, looking down at the control panels. There were thousands of buttons and levers in all; he watched her hands dart across them. Sanura's hands were covered with black gloves, also with wires sprouting from them. When he looked at her face, he saw that she wasn't looking at the control panel at all. She seemed to have memorized the controls.
Eagle pondered this for a moment, and then asked, "So, how am I going to get back?"
Sanura shrugged. "I really don't know. I'll either recharge the boosters, find a jump gate, or we'll float around a while until another ship can send us back."
Eagle knew the last option would never happen; no ship would risk getting stuck in another black space zone. "How could you recharge your boosters?" he asked. Sanura looked at him steadily. "I could drain all of my mental energy, then leave you to steer the ship back to your own ship. But I wouldn't have you control my ship. It would be too painful."
"How so?" he asked defensively. "I've been using my mental energy to control my ship for ten years."
"True," she said. "And I did revive you. But still, you wouldn't be able to control this ship."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because, Eagle, you're not a machine."
"Why would I have to be a machine?"
Sanura turned her yellow eyes to Eagle. "Because this ship was created to only be controlled by mecha. You ask too many questions, Eagle. You need to rest. Go back to the room you were in earlier and sleep." Eagle stood there for a few moments, watching her as she turned back to the controls. If it could only be controlled by mecha, then. what was she? Eagle left silently through the open doorway and went back to the white room. The table was still there, but a portion of the wall had faded away to reveal a window. Eagle sat down on the table, looking out at the empty blackness of black space. So, how could Sanura control this ship? Eagle thought. If what she said was true, then she would have to be. a mecha herself. Then, it all made sense. Eagle remembered when his mother had told him her concerns about the new droids that his father had been building when they were still alive. They were called the Black Mecha. They were to be indestructible. They were to be all-powerful. They were to be expert strategists. They were to have emotion. And now Eagle realized why his GTO had been creamed. The new mecha were virtually indestructible. And their ships, as much a part of them as anything, were made from Autozam's best materials. They could only be stopped or shut down if you knew the code to their data archives. And Eagle realized why Sanura had jumped so suddenly to black space. The other Autozam ship may have had that code. And she couldn't have risked being shut down. But then Eagle wondered why she had so fearlessly attacked his ship. How had she known that they didn't have the code? As Eagle thought about it, it all began to come together. No doubt Geo had informed the rest of Autozam of his disappearance. Geo had most likely described what they had found, and then Autozam had sent out other war ships to bring their commander back, each carrying the codes needed to disenable the ship. Eagle was a young ruler, and many of his elders had been alive at the time of the rebellion of the Black Mecha. They had always told him tales of the war of the Black Mecha, about how the mistake in creating them was to give them emotion and feeling, even if it gave them their own judgment in battle. When the mecha had rebelled, many people from Autozam had perished under their fierce attacks. Most of them had been shut down, and then taken apart. A few, though, had escape Autozam, and now were the pirates of space, destroying any ship is crossed. Of course, the attacks were spread out evenly through time. This way, no ship carried the codes to shut the mecha down. And so Eagle was tormented with realization and memories, and then hatred for the ship he was on, and for the captain of the ship. For the Black Mecha had destroyed his family.
Gaddo- Coolio! War! Kitty- Yes, you battle-happy savage. Did you come from the deepest darkest regions of Africa or something? Gaddo- I don't really know, actually. Kitty- Hm. That's scary. Well, thanks for reading. I might just put up the next chapter without a review. Just to take a break. I like how this story is turning out. Gaddo- It's coolio! I like wars. Kitty- Yes, we all know. Sorry if I like cat people, guys. I think Sanura is cool. Gaddo- If you can tell us what her name means, you get an invisible cookie, and an invisi-frog! Kitty- Whoo-hoo for you.