Thanx 4 reading first off! I was into Yu-Gi-Oh stuff not to long ago, but being me, my mind soon wandered to Trigun. I am completely in love with Vash, but if all goes as planned; this will not be a Vash situated story. I got the beginning idea from a fanfic writer at a place called Ricki's Trigun Anime Planet. If you get the time, google it and read "Blackfire and Gunsmoke." It really is the quite kick ass story. I'm sorry if I get ANY of my facts wrong in this fanfic, but keep in mind I try my best. I just bought the box set, so I check my facts as often as I can. Just call it "Studying." Don't worry about the content of this story and the content of "Blackfire and Gunsmoke", because I only took a very small idea. If you read the two, it is very hard to catch ANY similarities really. So, without further ado, I give you, CHAPTER ONE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun, only a twelve-inch figurine and the box set of DVDs.
CHAPTER ONESkye's head dropped in defeat as the news was delivered to her personally. She gripped the arms of her chair, and leaned forward as warning for anyone to even think of getting close to her now. Her first mate stepped back as if being confronted by a rattlesnake. She almost hissed like one.
"Captain?"
Skye turned her heavy head at the one person who even dared to speak to her.
"Rosy?" Skye said with clenched teeth.
"We gave it our best."
Skye nodded and relaxed a bit in her chair, physically, but not mentally.
Gave it our best? Captain Skye Benderick does not give it her best. Captain Skye Benderick wins. ALWAYS. She knows not defeat or sorrow, only adrenaline and winning. This was not acceptable.
"Captain?" Rosy dared to speak again.
"Not… now… Rosy…" Captain Benderick said to her first mate.
She got up from her warm leather chair and stalked down the metallic hallway away from the main frame. Her heels clicked on the bridge to her quarters, and the door swished open when she pressed her fingertip to the sensor.
"Welcome captain." The female voice of her computer greeted.
"We lost, Danielle." Skye told her only friend.
"Lost?" he computer asked her.
"Lost. Lost everything."
Skye hunched over on her bed and began sobbing into her hands. The computer could not comfort her, not now. Even when she had built it, Skye knew it would never have a full mind of its own. It was the only thing that had ever been close to being her friend, aside from her first mate.
"Danielle, could you send an alert to the crew? We will be landing on our base planet."
"Yes Captain." Danielle replied, and her screen went blank.
Skye drifted off into a state of remembrance. She remembered when the war first started, between the people of Aurexielle and Sargonoua. The Aurexielle were rather small people, and that was the side that Skye had been fighting for. Most of them had red hair and impeccable vision, and most were from the political party "Restabe". If you were a restabe, you believed in little government involvement with issues of the home, like marriage and such. They were usually peaceful people if they were not provoked into war. Skye was not a native Aurexiellian; in fact, she was born on the opposing planet, of Sargonoua. They were tall people, like Skye, with usually brown or black hair. Both planets were formed after the destruction of earth, and the races were divided to different planets. A very large number of people went missing after the demise of earth though, and their whereabouts were to this day unknown. The Sargonoua were vicious beings, and had something rather odd about them. They had almost perfectly shaped dog-ears. It was very hard to miss a Sargonouian, as their hair rarely grew long enough to successfully hide their ears. Skye had the ears of an Australian shepherd, and she didn't like them at all. Sargonouians liked to start fights with any planet that would take them notice, often because they had never lost. Skye hated her home planet from the time she was small, and she hightailed it for a more peaceful place. No one outside her regiment had ever seen her face, as she doubted they would be very happy to know she was there. Danielle usually talked for her.
I need to find out how this happened.
Skye was still dumbfounded. They had taken down eight of the ten main Sargonoua ships but a week ago in a major battle, why the hell had the president decided to give in? Was he blackmailed? Was he threatened? Was he a pussy? There were so many reasons why she hated him right now.
She took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair. And what of her? Was she to be taken captive and hung for treason? She doubted it, they would have plans much more sinister for the likes of her. She groaned at the thought of being sent into deep space without oxygen, or just enough to sustain her for an hour or so. She blinked hard at her options. She could run away, but that would be cowardly. She could face her race head on, but that would be suicide. She decided on the latter. She would die anyway, right?
"Danielle." Skye ordered for her computer to appear.
"Captain?"
"Get me my escape ship, set due course for the main Sargonoua head quarters. I need to speak with their King, Dedrulm."
"Yes captain."
"And Danielle?" the captain of the fourth regiment ship, The Fifth Dimension, said.
"Yes captain?"
"Make sure Rosy takes this ship safely back to it's port. Appoint her new captain."
"Yes Skye."
Skye half smiled at her computer, as she zipped up her battle uniform, with the sign of her ship sewn on the right breast, a red geranium. She pulled her helmet down over her face and slid into a small compartment under her bed. It was really cramped, but Skye knew it would shoot her down into the escape ship. She waved at the computer before being shot down and out of the ship altogether. She smiled as she watched herself seemingly float away from her only love, The Fifth Dimension. She positioned herself upward and looked out of the window, knowing that Danielle would deliver the news of her departure to Rosy as soon as Skye was out of the "rescue zone". Ah her blessed little computer.
Skye was moving quite fast now, and she would reach her destination soon. It would be weird to feel solid ground again, even the snowy ground of her home planet.
She scoffed at how their king would react to finding his only daughter in the middle of the court, confessing to her horrendous deed. Although he would show no mercy. Her mother maybe, but that to was highly unlikely. A traitor was a traitor, be it blood or planet. Skye was just lucky enough to have it as both. Her father knew about her whereabouts, sure, but he wasn't about to tell anyone about it. He would most likely whip her for a bit before killing her, just to show her how he was embarrassed in front of his entire court. She doubted he would ever recover. Dying was worth seeing him turn red in his little throne, his pudgy cheeks growing hot with anger. Skye squirmed with delight. Now only if she didn't have to die to see it.
"Destination closing in." the small Danielle-like computer told her in a more robotic voice.
"Thank you Michelle."
Skye hadn't worked on the computer in her escape ship, coincidentally; it was Danielle who built it. She named it too. To bad it would be destroyed soon after landing.
Skye looked out in front of her to see the planet within range. Maybe she should fire a few rounds before being taken in…
"Attention foreign aircraft, you are in an undesignated zone. Turn around, or we will open fire, over." Came over her radio.
Skye picked it up and held it up to her mouth.
"Undesignated my ass, my name is Charlotte Amber Dedrulm, and I stole this aircraft. I wish to be brought to my father. I have urgent news, over."
That was a name she hadn't heard in a while. Charlotte was the name her parents gave her. She found it insufficient, as not even Danielle knew it was her real name. It would give away her royal status immediately.
"I'm sorry, duchess, I'll beam you aboard, over." Came over her radio.
"Copy, over." Skye showed her approval.
Soon, Skye felt herself dematerializing, and a tingling sensation went over her body. She almost forgot what it was like to be beamed aboard. She wondered what would become of her ship.
They'll probably blast it to oblivion after I'm safely aboard. How will I explain the clothes?
"Duchess?" came a familiar voice down the hall.
Skye thought it over, and suddenly, she remembered why she had been hesitant to open fire on enemy battleships the week before. She lied, there was someone who she was loved by, and she loved back. Although she hadn't seen him since they were both children. Last she heard, he was a captain to.
"Dylan?" she choked out, turning around to the voice.
She could restrain herself; she ran over to Dylan and flung her arms around him. She was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She thought she killed him eons ago.
"You're not dead!" she yelled.
"I'm not dead? What about you? You were lost almost twelve years ago!"
The tall, boyish captain with short, spiked brown hair looked down at his best friend. His Doberman ears perked when she sniffled. She almost didn't wish to die.
"I need to be taken to my father." She near whispered.
Dylan didn't even ask about her strange choice of apparel.
"He's on the ship, he just finished the diplomacy talks with the Aurexiellians. We won, Charlotte, we won." He held her close, and Skye almost exploded with the immense irony.
"Take me to him." Was the last thing she ever said to Dylan Ronald Dericks.
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"TREASON!" the king's voice filled the small room with a squeaky unpleasantness.
Skye cringed every time he spoke, though her eyes remained closed, and she staid on one knee. Her head was bowed, and she gritted her teeth.
"There will be no mercy for you, Charlotte!" he yelled, pacing back and forth.
"Don't call me that." Skye answered smoothly.
"What?" said the king's shrill voice in response.
"The minute I joined the Aurexiellian army was the minute I stopped being your daughter, and Charlotte Amber Dedrulm. I took a new name."
His pale face suddenly turned a dark scarlet, and Skye swore that she saw steam come out of his ears.
"You are no longer my daughter, that is for sure. I will not call you by your new name, for you wont be living long enough for me to have anything else to say!" he pointed a lone finger in the air, and then snapped. "Take her to the dungeons. She will be flung out into space in the morning. I will now retire."
Skye was lifted off of her feat, and she saw her father's poodle ears fall back in anger. She thanked the lord that she took after her mother for the ears thing. Come to think of it, where was her mother in all of this?
"You will not be fed." Was the last thing said to her before the large iron door was shut in her face.
She had been given new clothes. They were plain and brown, no need to overdress the dead, right? She had managed to forage the emblem sewn on the breast of her uniform, though. The geranium was now tucked safely in her pocket.
"Well this sucks." Skye said, picking up a rock and flinging it across the room.
"Psssst."
Skye flung herself around to find the place where the noise was coming from.
"Amber, over here."
She looked around until she located the vent where she heard the noise.
"Who are you?" Skye asked the masked female who was on the other side.
The woman looked like some sort of freaky night ninja.
"No need to ask, just take these and follow me."
Skye was handed a lime green coat and a silver six-shooter after she kicked the vent in. She hastily put on the coat, remembering that she used to wear one just like it all the time. The silver six-shooter was a different story. How could anyone know that it was her weapon of choice?
"Come on!" the raspy voice of the woman brought Skye back into reality.
She crawled through the vent after her, and after what seemed like hours, the woman said, "Come on, crawl though there."
Skye obeyed, and found herself on the hood of one of the most advanced one-man ships in the galaxy. It was the kind of technology that was either found on accident or stolen. Skye decided that it must have been the latter.
"The key is in the ignition." The mysterious woman said.
"How long will she run?" Skye asked, hoping it could get her to a planet very far away.
"As long as you want her to. It's a new technology, you could travel for decades."
"I'll keep that in mind if she fails me." Skye said with a laugh
"She wont." The woman assured her.
"Hey, why are you helping me?" Skye asked, quirking one ear.
"That's what I'm here for. Besides, I don't really like my government."
Skye smiled, and slid down into the ship. It was gorgeous. Everything was shiny and new. Her father would have a fit when he found out that both of them were missing. Skye slid herself comfortably into the pilot seat, and turned the key. She swore that she heard it purr.
"Lets go." She said, cracking her neck and knuckles.
The small aircraft zoomed out of the docking bay, and luckily, no shots were fired after her.
"Where to go…" she pondered, before pressing a few buttons.
The small speck of Skye's ship was almost non-existent as the masked woman watched it speed away with a tear in her eye.
"God speed, daughter."
I know it's short, and BELIEVE me; it is the shortest of all of them. So, if you want to tell me things you would have done better, feel free. Please no flames, as my tiny ego is easily damaged. I accept constructive criticism. Thanx again!