Chapter 21: ParanoiaCH.21
Xero waited outside the room as Devin changed his clothes, looking over her decrepit lightsaber. The casing was warped and corroded from their jaunt through Mustafar, the link connecting both ends of her double lightsaber melted past ever relinquishing its hold. They were headed to Yavin V to, hopefully, get permission to fix both Xero's lightsaber and replace Devin's lost one. She was hesitant on returning there, knowing the Zarbrack Master would not be happy upon her return. As the ship neared Yavin V, she started getting glimpses of Zargen Ke's emotions and thoughts through the old, and forced, bond they shared. She feared he, too could see into her mind and decidedly put up a thick barrier around her mind to avoid him ever getting an idea of her plans in the future. Devin stepped out of the room in clean black robes, looking much healthier than he had a week ago. He smiled
"You know Devin .I like you a lot better when you're not vertically challenged."
"I agree, standing
It's hot too hot
Is there a fire?
I'm burning .my arm it's ..it's gone .where ?
Can't breathe .too much smoke .
Kiera's eyes snapped open, her cheek pressed against the rough dirt of the clearing. She frowned and brushed her hair from her eyes slowly with her right hand, her left tingling and unresponsive. She felt something wet and withdrew her fingers, sweat rolling down her fingers to her palm. Her chest felt tight, the breastplate of her armor restricting her breathing like someone was sitting on her. She suddenly remembered where she was and tried to sit up, her head throbbing painfully from where she hit the ground. Kiera felt a nose nudge her shoulder, glancing up to meet Kyuubi's worry-filled blue eyes. She had only passed out twice before this, and both times resulted in her becoming severely sick, with only him to rely on as help. This time she had stayed unresponsive for the entire aftern
Zoids Short: Why we spill Blood
Silence. Beautiful yet deadly, fearsome in many respects ..peaceful and dangerous, threatening. It was perfect, exactly what she needed, no noise, no commotion or turmoil, no new recruits or cocky infantrymen telling horrid war stories as they prepared for a battle they very well may never return from. But there was none of this, just peace, only peace in this empty hangar full of rows and rows of crates and machinery,and weapons. The silence was almost a blessing, almost; there is no blessing in the military, only skill, what some mistake as dumb luck not a blessing or a religion, only war. A beast of sounds and pain, so much pain .and blood .that crimson life that is spilled so easily that garnet river that flows through our veins that gives us life, for without it we die but with it we perish it holds diseases and illness, but can bring life and salvation so those in need .