In the depths of space, two lone guards watch the stars and several asteroids float about. It was quiet, which made sense, space is a vacuum.
"Long night huh?" asked one using his radio. He would have offered a cigar, but once again, in space.
"You could say that, but there really isn't a night at all, just." the man paused.
"Something up?" The other guard just floated away, a large knife sticking out of the back of his neck.
"HOLY...!" and then silence.
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15 guards slowly approached the front gates to the space vacuum. Their armor scarred and worn; they were experienced soldiers. A blood red cross was stitched on the side. Crusaders.
"Blue One and Two are dead... Proceed with caution." The guards raised their assault rifles at the door, as the door opened with a pneumatic hiss. For a second, nothing happened. No sign on an intruder.
"Stay frosty boys..." A shadow jumped and cleanly cleaved through one of guards. The shadow looked at the other's, wielding a beam saber and a pure Koltanium blade.
"MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN! RETURN FIRE! CONCENTRATE ON MY TARGET!" With concentrated fire power, the shadow zipped passed more guards, easily cutting them down with a flick of her blades. The Koltanium blade morphed into a basic machine pistol, as the shadow continued its onslaught. Fuck. Who the hell is this??? thought the Commander guard until a knife was held at his throat. He saw darkened blue and purple eyes glare at him before the shadow decapitated him.
The shadow sighed, revealing that it was a female figure. Young, perhaps only 24 years old. Her strange armor peeled over her body, allowing her short blonde hair to trickle down, as she flung her blade out, getting the excess blood out of it. She calmed walked down a hallway, sighing again, as she lazily flicked another knife into the skull of another guard, too stupid enough to try an ambush her.
I was trained since I was 6 years old to be an assassin. Killing hundreds of United Nations Confederacy Commanders, Outer Nations Empire Moffs and even some of the High Priests of The Crusaders... This is cake-walk. she thought coming to the main doors. Bingo Slamming the door lock, the door swung open. In a quick reponse, Koltanium AP rounds from a revolver started zipping past her head. The woman chucked 5 knifes in the direction of the fire, as the screams of man echoed back.
She slowly walked into the room, seeing a man now pinned to the wall. His blood splattered on the back "So.... The Succubus of Helios Prime. We meet at last..."
"I see that you brush up on some history of me. Know this as well. I brought friends. 4 Vanguards, 3 Wardens, and an entire battalion of soldiers."
"Company GrayFox." the man breathed, trying to stay awake. The woman smiled. "I thought they were just a myth."
The woman shrugged. "Well, not everything is what it seems."
"And now... You die." she pieced the man's flesh with her own hand, quickly absorbing his memories and body. The woman winced for a second, then paused to face the wall where the man was pinned. Still this curse... But a curse for good use.
She exited the room and quickly ran down an adjacent hallway, coming to a door. The Locker. As her form quickly shifted to the man she had killed, she placed her hand on the door's sensor. With a soft beep, the doors flung open. Children of all ages with curious eyes and wonder walked out of the rooms. The woman regained her form again.
"Are.... Are we safe?"
"Is this another excerise?"
"What's going on?" The woman smiled at them, as the children glazed in wonder at her.
"Shh, little ones. I'm here to break you out. Follow these men..." Suddenly 2 Vanguards, Revenant-Class appeared behind her. "... And we'll get you out, ok? To a safer place."
The children nodded, and followed the soldiers. However a young 13 year old boy stopped infront of the woman.
"Thank you... For saving us." he said as the woman smiled.
"It's what I do." she said turning away.
"Wait! Can I at least get your name? For the rest of my friends... They would like to know who you are." The woman turned back around and glazed back at the boy. Her face smiling, a warmth given off.
"My name.... Is WA9, Winter Anderson. Now go, these guys will need a figure to look up to."
The body scratched his head as he started following the other soldiers. "I think I'll be looking up to you, Winter. Name's Arthur Mason, TK41."
