Post by Nodachi on Dec 28, 2008 4:10:09 GMT -5
As usual, Melissa, now known as Nodachi, formerly as Yari, was dreaming of fire. And of cold sea water rushing in, salt water cooling her and refreshing her from her injuries just a split second before that same salt pressed to her burns and open wounds sent agony jolting through her system.
And she dreamt of looking up and seeing that silver Gundam face and knew her brother was looking at her through those glowing green lenses, and then the silver face faded as her own Gundam slowly sunk down, deep into the briny ocean, and the pain started to fade as oxygen left her system and everything went blurry, every sense less responsive.
As usual, Nodachi woke with a start. She would have been a pretty girl, were it not for the burn scars covering what was visible of her body, not obscured by sheets or her night shirt. Especially prominent was the scarred warping on her left cheek, but ridges of tight scar tissue covered everything else as well, especially prominent on her left side, as was testified by her almost complete lack of a left leg--only a stump remained.
This time was slightly less usual, however, as a call had come through on her comm.
"M-Ma'am?" A frightened voice said. Nodachi turned to her Haru and told it to stop--previously, it had been reciting, "Katan dies tomorrow, and his strumpet Alessa too." over and over again.
"Yes, what is it?" She replied in an unamused tone. Her men were, to a man, afraid of her. They respected her, yes, but fear was what motivated them to stay on her good side. Reflexively, she reached for a white half-mask and put it in place over the left half of her face and she also began to tie her black hair up in a bun. When she was done with that, she reached out to a slim, plastic leg, and snapped it into place just about halfway between her knee and her hip, flexing it a few times idly to make sure everything was in working order.
"There's a call for you, ma'am, from the Superior. Sh-should I send it to your quarters?"
"Give me five minutes to get dressed, soldier. Tell his excellency my apologies for making him wait." Nodachi replied as she quickly dressed in her uniform, as only a soldier could, her green eyes serious and stern as the viewscreen turned on.
"Superior, my pardon for making you wait." She said calmly. "What do you need of me?"
And she dreamt of looking up and seeing that silver Gundam face and knew her brother was looking at her through those glowing green lenses, and then the silver face faded as her own Gundam slowly sunk down, deep into the briny ocean, and the pain started to fade as oxygen left her system and everything went blurry, every sense less responsive.
As usual, Nodachi woke with a start. She would have been a pretty girl, were it not for the burn scars covering what was visible of her body, not obscured by sheets or her night shirt. Especially prominent was the scarred warping on her left cheek, but ridges of tight scar tissue covered everything else as well, especially prominent on her left side, as was testified by her almost complete lack of a left leg--only a stump remained.
This time was slightly less usual, however, as a call had come through on her comm.
"M-Ma'am?" A frightened voice said. Nodachi turned to her Haru and told it to stop--previously, it had been reciting, "Katan dies tomorrow, and his strumpet Alessa too." over and over again.
"Yes, what is it?" She replied in an unamused tone. Her men were, to a man, afraid of her. They respected her, yes, but fear was what motivated them to stay on her good side. Reflexively, she reached for a white half-mask and put it in place over the left half of her face and she also began to tie her black hair up in a bun. When she was done with that, she reached out to a slim, plastic leg, and snapped it into place just about halfway between her knee and her hip, flexing it a few times idly to make sure everything was in working order.
"There's a call for you, ma'am, from the Superior. Sh-should I send it to your quarters?"
"Give me five minutes to get dressed, soldier. Tell his excellency my apologies for making him wait." Nodachi replied as she quickly dressed in her uniform, as only a soldier could, her green eyes serious and stern as the viewscreen turned on.
"Superior, my pardon for making you wait." She said calmly. "What do you need of me?"