Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. Wish I did though.
Why officer whatever do you mean? What alleged fan fic do you speak of? *Grabs Rem and runs for nearest bomb shelter*
Chapter 1: War Year: October 16, 2189. 80 years before the Great Fall
Luna Station the new home for Humanity. I hated it. Everything about this place was sterile. While walls, white cloths. I swear, if we had painted our skin white we would have blended in completely.
The only place in the bio-dome even remotely colorful was the hydroponics habitat on the top most level. There you could see the yellow earth, a swirling mass that looked as if it never supported life of over 7 billion humans and countless animals.
My sister Sara took me to the Hydroponics Lab everyday from the time I was eight to sixteen. Sara took care of the flowers. A rare commodity that had been saved before Earth had crumbled to a complete wasteland, radiation having killed off everything.
But the flowers... My sister said she had owned a Floral shop in New Tokyo before the evacuation, and she managed to bring some seeds with her. My sister's favorites were the red geraniums.
"Did you know that there's a flower language," My sister said one day when I was nine, "and that red means courage and determination?"
"Really?" I asked skeptically.
"Yes,"
Sara always had these strange things to say, I never repeated any of them but they all stuck in my mind forever. I think maybe the deep way in which she spoke always made me listen. She had a mysterious voice, like she new so much more than one should and yet accepted it but only told what she thought was relevant at the time.
Sara was also my mother in a way. Because our parents had died in the final evacuation of our people. And like a mother might, she told me stories about fanciful worlds, and of people long gone. Warriors and princesses. Every story was different.
Losing my parents made me bitter. I never hung around anyone my own age, only Sara. I don't think the other kids liked me anyway.
I was sixteen when the war started. A war between Mars Colony and Luna Station. See in the evacuation half the population left for Mars while the other half landed on the moon. The whole thing started over, Earth. A dead rock. Nothing more, and here these junkies running both governments wanted to claim the dead thing for their own.
Enter the war.
Ever since the Evac cargo ships flew between Mars and Luna frequently, trading wares and other sorts of stuff. My sisters seed cultivation was a big export.
Anyway no one knows who shot first but two cargo ships in passing somehow got into a space battle and both ended up colliding and blowing up. Both sides blamed the other.
Suddenly two fleets of either side met at the halfway point between our moon and their planet. It lasted for days finally ending with a Martian fighter jet, breaking threw the defenses and crashing into Luna Station. Right into the Hydroponics Lab. My sister was there, but I was not. I was nearly a mile underground watching technician repair a plant.
We heard the explosion but no one could go up because of a breach in the air system.
My sister as well as over a hundred others died in the first battle. But they weren't the last.
Why officer whatever do you mean? What alleged fan fic do you speak of? *Grabs Rem and runs for nearest bomb shelter*
Chapter 1: War Year: October 16, 2189. 80 years before the Great Fall
Luna Station the new home for Humanity. I hated it. Everything about this place was sterile. While walls, white cloths. I swear, if we had painted our skin white we would have blended in completely.
The only place in the bio-dome even remotely colorful was the hydroponics habitat on the top most level. There you could see the yellow earth, a swirling mass that looked as if it never supported life of over 7 billion humans and countless animals.
My sister Sara took me to the Hydroponics Lab everyday from the time I was eight to sixteen. Sara took care of the flowers. A rare commodity that had been saved before Earth had crumbled to a complete wasteland, radiation having killed off everything.
But the flowers... My sister said she had owned a Floral shop in New Tokyo before the evacuation, and she managed to bring some seeds with her. My sister's favorites were the red geraniums.
"Did you know that there's a flower language," My sister said one day when I was nine, "and that red means courage and determination?"
"Really?" I asked skeptically.
"Yes,"
Sara always had these strange things to say, I never repeated any of them but they all stuck in my mind forever. I think maybe the deep way in which she spoke always made me listen. She had a mysterious voice, like she new so much more than one should and yet accepted it but only told what she thought was relevant at the time.
Sara was also my mother in a way. Because our parents had died in the final evacuation of our people. And like a mother might, she told me stories about fanciful worlds, and of people long gone. Warriors and princesses. Every story was different.
Losing my parents made me bitter. I never hung around anyone my own age, only Sara. I don't think the other kids liked me anyway.
I was sixteen when the war started. A war between Mars Colony and Luna Station. See in the evacuation half the population left for Mars while the other half landed on the moon. The whole thing started over, Earth. A dead rock. Nothing more, and here these junkies running both governments wanted to claim the dead thing for their own.
Enter the war.
Ever since the Evac cargo ships flew between Mars and Luna frequently, trading wares and other sorts of stuff. My sisters seed cultivation was a big export.
Anyway no one knows who shot first but two cargo ships in passing somehow got into a space battle and both ended up colliding and blowing up. Both sides blamed the other.
Suddenly two fleets of either side met at the halfway point between our moon and their planet. It lasted for days finally ending with a Martian fighter jet, breaking threw the defenses and crashing into Luna Station. Right into the Hydroponics Lab. My sister was there, but I was not. I was nearly a mile underground watching technician repair a plant.
We heard the explosion but no one could go up because of a breach in the air system.
My sister as well as over a hundred others died in the first battle. But they weren't the last.