03-01-2009, 05:25 AM
”It’s just some new type of reality show, Juunanagou. It’s totally harmless, but we feel that it’s a great chance for you to field-test your other capabilities against other anomalies.”
The words of Master Sergeant Wolfe echoed in Piper’s head as she let out a heavy sigh and relaxed against a small tree in the camp. All around her, the other members of the group were off in their own little worlds. From what the quiet, reserved woman could tell, these people had known a little more about this competition before signing their name on the dotted line.
“’Other anomalies’,” Piper mumbled the sergeant’s words beneath her breath as she glanced over at the gruff, one-eyed man standing ominously near the edge of the camp. He was engaged in what seemed to be a casual conversation with a younger-looking man. “…Like me,” she sighed as she slid down onto the bare ground. A frown spread across her pale features as she lifted one of her hands above her body.
“Anomaly,” she said with a faint sigh as she gently slapped her hand down on the ground. That was the endearing term that her military employers used to label anyone that was ‘an unnatural digression from the norm.’ Vad, Misa, and Piper herself were all examples of said unnatural digressions. The fact that she was picked for this ‘totally harmless mission’ on the basis that she was different made her feel like she was back in high school.
“I’m a medic,” she muttered as she rolled her eyes. “How did I let myself get conned into volunteering for this?” She whispered under her breath as she stood up off the ground. As she slowly walked toward the middle of the camp, she noticed that the others around her flashed her quick, fleeting glances. She could tell from the looks on their faces that this next couple of hours wasn’t going to charades and Yahtzee.
“Thanks, Sergeant,” Piper groaned as she glanced over at one of the two massive guards standing watch at opposing sides of the camp. “This is definitely ’just some new type of reality show’ … one where you get paid to kill people,” she added sarcastically as she kicked at the lifeless ground. Each time she jabbed the tip of her boot into the bare soil, little plumes of dust would billow outward.
“Haven’t seen one of those,” Piper said, quietly addressing herself as she turned her attention toward the strange, alien pacing around on the other side of the camp. The bizarre creature bore a relatively human frame that was dotted with several rather inhuman features—horns, a tail, and skin that was a strange shade of purple. What were they called again?
A changeling. Piper deduced after a few moments of furrowing her brow. If Piper recalled her history, the changelings had tried to conquer the quadrant on countless occasions before signing a bunch of peace treaties and settling into relatively obscurity. As she looked at the bitter-looking creature, Piper wondered what changelings were actually like in twenty-six years before what she considered to be the present day. Was this changeling a member of those warmongering fleets that the old soldiers had always told horror stories of?
Before Piper knew it, her thoughts were drifted back to the future that she had been pulled. Amidst her reflections, she failed to notice that she was still looking right at the foreign creature. It only took the armored alien a handful of beats before he noticed the woman staring right at him.
“What are you gawking at?” The alien hissed as he took a menacing step toward the redhead. With a faint squeak, Piper snapped to attention as her mind returned back to the reality at hand.
“Nothing,” she remarked as she turned her eyes to the ground to her left. She began to fidget slightly as she took a few steps away from the unpleasant alien. “Zoned out,” she added as she quickly retreated from the creature’s sight and back to the small tree near the edge of the camp. As she walked away, she could feel the creature’s gaze burning into her back.
The words of Master Sergeant Wolfe echoed in Piper’s head as she let out a heavy sigh and relaxed against a small tree in the camp. All around her, the other members of the group were off in their own little worlds. From what the quiet, reserved woman could tell, these people had known a little more about this competition before signing their name on the dotted line.
“’Other anomalies’,” Piper mumbled the sergeant’s words beneath her breath as she glanced over at the gruff, one-eyed man standing ominously near the edge of the camp. He was engaged in what seemed to be a casual conversation with a younger-looking man. “…Like me,” she sighed as she slid down onto the bare ground. A frown spread across her pale features as she lifted one of her hands above her body.
“Anomaly,” she said with a faint sigh as she gently slapped her hand down on the ground. That was the endearing term that her military employers used to label anyone that was ‘an unnatural digression from the norm.’ Vad, Misa, and Piper herself were all examples of said unnatural digressions. The fact that she was picked for this ‘totally harmless mission’ on the basis that she was different made her feel like she was back in high school.
“I’m a medic,” she muttered as she rolled her eyes. “How did I let myself get conned into volunteering for this?” She whispered under her breath as she stood up off the ground. As she slowly walked toward the middle of the camp, she noticed that the others around her flashed her quick, fleeting glances. She could tell from the looks on their faces that this next couple of hours wasn’t going to charades and Yahtzee.
“Thanks, Sergeant,” Piper groaned as she glanced over at one of the two massive guards standing watch at opposing sides of the camp. “This is definitely ’just some new type of reality show’ … one where you get paid to kill people,” she added sarcastically as she kicked at the lifeless ground. Each time she jabbed the tip of her boot into the bare soil, little plumes of dust would billow outward.
“Haven’t seen one of those,” Piper said, quietly addressing herself as she turned her attention toward the strange, alien pacing around on the other side of the camp. The bizarre creature bore a relatively human frame that was dotted with several rather inhuman features—horns, a tail, and skin that was a strange shade of purple. What were they called again?
A changeling. Piper deduced after a few moments of furrowing her brow. If Piper recalled her history, the changelings had tried to conquer the quadrant on countless occasions before signing a bunch of peace treaties and settling into relatively obscurity. As she looked at the bitter-looking creature, Piper wondered what changelings were actually like in twenty-six years before what she considered to be the present day. Was this changeling a member of those warmongering fleets that the old soldiers had always told horror stories of?
Before Piper knew it, her thoughts were drifted back to the future that she had been pulled. Amidst her reflections, she failed to notice that she was still looking right at the foreign creature. It only took the armored alien a handful of beats before he noticed the woman staring right at him.
“What are you gawking at?” The alien hissed as he took a menacing step toward the redhead. With a faint squeak, Piper snapped to attention as her mind returned back to the reality at hand.
“Nothing,” she remarked as she turned her eyes to the ground to her left. She began to fidget slightly as she took a few steps away from the unpleasant alien. “Zoned out,” she added as she quickly retreated from the creature’s sight and back to the small tree near the edge of the camp. As she walked away, she could feel the creature’s gaze burning into her back.
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