I don't own...blah blah, yeah.
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My head hurt, my back hurt, and my foot hurt, creating a surge of pain throughout my body. I felt like a creature trapped in an ocean of pain. This was the first sensation that came to mind when conciousness came back. My eyes cleared, but I didn't open them far. It hurt too much.
There were many Protoss about me, all in about as much pain as I was. They were being attended to by what seemed to be doctors. One zealot, in pretty bad condition, was carried away. From outside, I could still hear the battle going on, even though it was the middle of the night. The sounds sickened me.
From the entrance of the tent came in a brown Protoss. I couldn't see much more detail than that, as my eyes were strangely foggy. He was quickly greeted by a doctor, who seemed female. She pointed to me, and the brown one approached. As he came closer and saw me, he was shocked.
"Do you age at all?" he exclaimed.
"What?"
The guy stared at me for a bit. It seemed he was investigating my mind. I'm not sure how successful he was. But as he did, I observed how much he looked like a demented gingerbread man, at least in my foggy eyed state. Apparently he heard this, and then backed away a bit.
"It is certainly the one." he said to the doctor. "Her face is familliar, and her mind is as inpenetrable as before."
"But why is the child here?" asked the doctor. "And what should be done about it?"
"The child has never been deceptive, so perhaps shall answer our questions."
I listened intently, and suddenly they both turned to me, the doctor surprised, and the demented gingerbread man disturbed. "You understand us?" the gingerbread man asked.
"Um, yeah, you're speaking English."
I looked at them like they were crazy, and they returned the expression. I sighed and turned away, as my head was beginning to hurt anew. My arm was suddenly grabbed, and a strange amulet was clamped on my wrist. It was bronze, with a green crystal on it.
"Never remove it." demanded the gingerbread man.
"Uh...yes sir."
He gave me a strange look, then said something I couldn't understand to the doctor. She aknowledged it, and he left. The doctor approached me.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess, except for the searing pain." I answered, a tad irritably. "What kind of injuries do I have?"
"Well, your foot is going to be fine, but your spine has taken some damage. And as for the pain, your immune system is not reacting well with the dragoon fluid."
"Dragoon fluid?"
"You had lost a great amount of blood, and we do not have the ability to give humans transfusions. The fluid was the only suitable subsitute."
"Okay then, I guess."
"Rest child, while you can."
The doctor left, she had more important things to handle. I did the wisest thing I could at that moment: fall asleep. It took me a while, as it's hard to sleep when you think your brain is trying to push its way out of your head.
That demented gingerbread man sure sounded familiar...
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The pain was a bit more faint when I awoke later on. It was morning, and the battle seemed to be over. The amount of injured in the hospital tent had increased significantly, and the doctors rushed about trying to get everyone settled.
My eyes weren't foggy anymore, and I got a more clear look at the place. I almost wished my eyes were once more unclear, because of the intolerable gruesomeness. The tent was littered with Protoss blood (it was the blue glowy color that appears when Protoss die in the game), and the injured warriors looked horrible. One of them was bound in much wrapping, and it seemed he was dead. I knew he wasn't, because every so often I could see him blink.
Several of the doctors began to stabilize the patients, likely to get them away from the battle site. This meant the battle had settled nothing; the zerg would be back. Room had to be made for more.
Not really thinking, I arose from the cot I was on. As my feet hit the floor, I instantly remember the spinal damage the doctor had told me about, and my hurt foot. I had to hold onto the side of the cot to stand up. Then I let go. Shakily, but firmly, I managed to stay up. I groaned, because I would have to sit down again to get my shoes, which were at the foot of the cot.
"What are you doing?" exclaimed a doctor.
"Um, I'm getting out of the way..." I said, sort of woozily. I wasn't thinking then, either.
The doctor came over, strangely urgent in his steps. He put me back on the cot. "Do not make yourself a nuisance, child. Must I sedate you?"
"Um.................what? Why?" I tried to sit up so I could think a bit more clearly.
He immediately pushed me down again. "You will not leave so hastily this time..."
"What are you...."
And all went black. Dang. This was happening way too often....
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I woke up hours later, sore and hungry. Being blindfolded, I had no idea where I was. My limbs were tied down as well. Listening, I heard.......nothing. Then a voice spoke.
"Child, it was foolish of you to fight in that battle." It sounded like the gingerbread man.
"Doubtless. But I didn't really have too many options then."
"Perhaps. Why have you come here?"
"I....don't know...I didn't mean to..."
"Explain."
"Well, I was just walking home from school, and I sort of...fell through the ground, and landed in the jungle."
"And you do not know how this was done?"
"No."
Pause.
"Child, where have you come from?"
"From Bill."
"Bill?"
"It's a city in Wyoming."
"Is this Wyoming on earth?"
"Yes."
Silence. I waited for something to happen, and as I did, I realized how tight the amulet was on my wrist. I tried to loosen it on whatever tied down my arm, rubbing my wrist against it. Suddenly, something on the amulet snapped. It fell off.
"-of a technologically dominant group." I heard another Protoss finish saying.
"That is most likely." said another voice. "But I believe she was not telling the truth of her origin. Think of it. Based on what we know of the Terran government on earth, they are not capable of such warping techniques. Even now they send an expeditionary force to the Korprullu sector, and they travel normally."
"The girl does not lie." said the gingerbread man. "Her flaw is indeed her bluntness. It seems more likely that she was the example for the testing of such technology, by accidental circumstance."
"But what of her first time here? Was it also an accident?"
Pause.
The gingerbread man spoke again, this time to me. "Child, tell the truth. Why is it you have come to Aiur?"
"Um, by accident....."
"Then what was the reason for your first time here? And what was it you told Tassadar?"
I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I really have to go."
"Go where?"
"Nowhere, I mean I have to....go..."
I heard the distinct sound of the gingerbread man smacking his forehead. "Very well."
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My head hurt, my back hurt, and my foot hurt, creating a surge of pain throughout my body. I felt like a creature trapped in an ocean of pain. This was the first sensation that came to mind when conciousness came back. My eyes cleared, but I didn't open them far. It hurt too much.
There were many Protoss about me, all in about as much pain as I was. They were being attended to by what seemed to be doctors. One zealot, in pretty bad condition, was carried away. From outside, I could still hear the battle going on, even though it was the middle of the night. The sounds sickened me.
From the entrance of the tent came in a brown Protoss. I couldn't see much more detail than that, as my eyes were strangely foggy. He was quickly greeted by a doctor, who seemed female. She pointed to me, and the brown one approached. As he came closer and saw me, he was shocked.
"Do you age at all?" he exclaimed.
"What?"
The guy stared at me for a bit. It seemed he was investigating my mind. I'm not sure how successful he was. But as he did, I observed how much he looked like a demented gingerbread man, at least in my foggy eyed state. Apparently he heard this, and then backed away a bit.
"It is certainly the one." he said to the doctor. "Her face is familliar, and her mind is as inpenetrable as before."
"But why is the child here?" asked the doctor. "And what should be done about it?"
"The child has never been deceptive, so perhaps shall answer our questions."
I listened intently, and suddenly they both turned to me, the doctor surprised, and the demented gingerbread man disturbed. "You understand us?" the gingerbread man asked.
"Um, yeah, you're speaking English."
I looked at them like they were crazy, and they returned the expression. I sighed and turned away, as my head was beginning to hurt anew. My arm was suddenly grabbed, and a strange amulet was clamped on my wrist. It was bronze, with a green crystal on it.
"Never remove it." demanded the gingerbread man.
"Uh...yes sir."
He gave me a strange look, then said something I couldn't understand to the doctor. She aknowledged it, and he left. The doctor approached me.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess, except for the searing pain." I answered, a tad irritably. "What kind of injuries do I have?"
"Well, your foot is going to be fine, but your spine has taken some damage. And as for the pain, your immune system is not reacting well with the dragoon fluid."
"Dragoon fluid?"
"You had lost a great amount of blood, and we do not have the ability to give humans transfusions. The fluid was the only suitable subsitute."
"Okay then, I guess."
"Rest child, while you can."
The doctor left, she had more important things to handle. I did the wisest thing I could at that moment: fall asleep. It took me a while, as it's hard to sleep when you think your brain is trying to push its way out of your head.
That demented gingerbread man sure sounded familiar...
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The pain was a bit more faint when I awoke later on. It was morning, and the battle seemed to be over. The amount of injured in the hospital tent had increased significantly, and the doctors rushed about trying to get everyone settled.
My eyes weren't foggy anymore, and I got a more clear look at the place. I almost wished my eyes were once more unclear, because of the intolerable gruesomeness. The tent was littered with Protoss blood (it was the blue glowy color that appears when Protoss die in the game), and the injured warriors looked horrible. One of them was bound in much wrapping, and it seemed he was dead. I knew he wasn't, because every so often I could see him blink.
Several of the doctors began to stabilize the patients, likely to get them away from the battle site. This meant the battle had settled nothing; the zerg would be back. Room had to be made for more.
Not really thinking, I arose from the cot I was on. As my feet hit the floor, I instantly remember the spinal damage the doctor had told me about, and my hurt foot. I had to hold onto the side of the cot to stand up. Then I let go. Shakily, but firmly, I managed to stay up. I groaned, because I would have to sit down again to get my shoes, which were at the foot of the cot.
"What are you doing?" exclaimed a doctor.
"Um, I'm getting out of the way..." I said, sort of woozily. I wasn't thinking then, either.
The doctor came over, strangely urgent in his steps. He put me back on the cot. "Do not make yourself a nuisance, child. Must I sedate you?"
"Um.................what? Why?" I tried to sit up so I could think a bit more clearly.
He immediately pushed me down again. "You will not leave so hastily this time..."
"What are you...."
And all went black. Dang. This was happening way too often....
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I woke up hours later, sore and hungry. Being blindfolded, I had no idea where I was. My limbs were tied down as well. Listening, I heard.......nothing. Then a voice spoke.
"Child, it was foolish of you to fight in that battle." It sounded like the gingerbread man.
"Doubtless. But I didn't really have too many options then."
"Perhaps. Why have you come here?"
"I....don't know...I didn't mean to..."
"Explain."
"Well, I was just walking home from school, and I sort of...fell through the ground, and landed in the jungle."
"And you do not know how this was done?"
"No."
Pause.
"Child, where have you come from?"
"From Bill."
"Bill?"
"It's a city in Wyoming."
"Is this Wyoming on earth?"
"Yes."
Silence. I waited for something to happen, and as I did, I realized how tight the amulet was on my wrist. I tried to loosen it on whatever tied down my arm, rubbing my wrist against it. Suddenly, something on the amulet snapped. It fell off.
"-of a technologically dominant group." I heard another Protoss finish saying.
"That is most likely." said another voice. "But I believe she was not telling the truth of her origin. Think of it. Based on what we know of the Terran government on earth, they are not capable of such warping techniques. Even now they send an expeditionary force to the Korprullu sector, and they travel normally."
"The girl does not lie." said the gingerbread man. "Her flaw is indeed her bluntness. It seems more likely that she was the example for the testing of such technology, by accidental circumstance."
"But what of her first time here? Was it also an accident?"
Pause.
The gingerbread man spoke again, this time to me. "Child, tell the truth. Why is it you have come to Aiur?"
"Um, by accident....."
"Then what was the reason for your first time here? And what was it you told Tassadar?"
I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I really have to go."
"Go where?"
"Nowhere, I mean I have to....go..."
I heard the distinct sound of the gingerbread man smacking his forehead. "Very well."