Cirdan’s note: We present to you a new story written by demoicdragon. Enjoy!
“Rebel, Reset, Repeat”
Her eyes flew open, panic etched across her youthful features. The abrupt movement of flying to her feet caused a few cords to fall against the bed she previously occupied. Confusion flooded her mind. Malvina. A name presented itself. “That’s my name,” she mentally realized. She felt the strangeness of the situation in an eerily familiar way. As any decent investigator would, she took in the room’s furnishings. A simple, white linen layered twin bed with its headboard pressed to the centre of the wall was surrounded by a thin shelf on either side, each shelf looped with wires and cords that led into the walls. “Odd,” she thought, wondering where the wires led to and gathering that they must have been attached to her before she jumped up. Finding the door open, Malvina walked into a wide hallway and glanced through windows exhibited on each door along the wall, the contents of every one identical. The people were different, however, a new face in every room, laying peacefully and suspiciously hooked up to the various wires. A man caught her eye. If anyone walked past this man, he likely wouldn’t make much of an impression, but to her, his face framing black hair that could use a trim and typically unattractive crow resembling nose drew her in like none other. Emotions Mal didn’t know she could have, and was fairly certain she wasn’t the kind of person who typically felt them, came flooding into her foggy mind. It felt like she was trudging without direction through mud, not a single light in this place but an echo summoning her in the dark. “Love,” the word drifted to the front of her thoughts.
“Hey, Mal!” a sharp voice cut into the moment, she turned in a quick and defensive fashion to confront this loud interruption. The tall and obviously powerful man stood close to her, his near childish mop of spiky blond hair made him appear as if he was in a constant state of moving very fast. Sparkling green-blue eyes added to the look, making her almost giggle at the contradicting appearance.
“Glad to see you’re not completely out of it, do you at least remember me?” the guy mentioned, moving her down along the hallway, however reluctant she acted to leave the dark haired man behind. He continued to tug her along, though her steps were slow and dragging, he ignored it.
“Come on, Mal, we already have an assignment,” for some reason, she found herself perking up at this notion, as if this was something in her life that meant fun or at least excitement.
“Wait…” she began, but stopped suddenly to reach out and grab his left arm. Before she could blink, his arm lit up, an intricate purple tattoo leaping to life, his eyes glowed to match. A blast of energy she could not see leapt and whirled against her. Mal, now thrown into a wall, was confused and angry. She hadn’t realized what was happening until a flash of a moment later, she and this near childish man’s positions were swapped. Her arm matched her eyes, ementaing a threatening red glow. Unfitting to the moment, he smiled.
“Guess you’ve still got it,” he commented, slightly smirking. She immediately let him go, to find her control of this odd power was near instinctual. A moment of empowerment and shaky laughter with this new friend of hers seemed to clear her mind, making the man lying in one of the rooms suddenly irrelevant. Curiosity overtook any fleeting concerns as the odd pair made their way to a small and bland transport pod, talking away into the night.
Her companion who was first unwanted grew into a fast friend. Sometimes, Mal felt
bad for him. The tough blond who she learned was titled Morven held many more memories than she did, times they had spent together that went as far back as the schooling and government training they had. To her, they were just stories. Through slow process, she began to fall into routine. Morven would tell her these stories, convincing her that this was her life and it was the way things worked. She would get up, receive the new objective, and go through the lengths necessary to complete it.
Time did not pass for Mal and Morven as it did for normal citizens in this outer space society. The two of them aged slower, almost unnoticably so, causing their perception of time to be nearly non existent. Due to this, Mal did not know exactly how long she was in the usual flow of it before an assignment shocked her. She stood outside of a typical living unit, specially designed for a single worker on the main resident platform, she saw him. It was the man from the memory ship. He had yet to notice her standing in plain view outside his main window, since due to her shock she found it hard to move.
His eyes met hers, in a very cliche and angelic choir singing moment, something clicked. Neither knew why, but there was a connection, some pull dragging them closer. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem to question her creeping outside his residence, but instead went to stand by her, about to introduce himself. The whole moment had an awful deja vu feeling about it.
“James!” she exclaimed before she could help herself. Without hesitation, he embraced her in a ridiculously sappy movie moment sort of way.
“I’ve missed you, Mal…” the thoughtful words barely left his mouth before she remembered;
“I was sent to bring you for a memory wipe! If they figure out we remember…We’ll have the gorram Bots on our tails!” In a flash of movement and teamwork that could have only been built over time, the two bolted from the area, taking some odd twists through the metallic hallways to head for the docking bays. The whirring of advanced technology signalled that the Bots had caught on to their conversation and this change in plan. Sprinting and weaving, James and Mal felt the thrill of the chase in a blur. Mal had activated her unusual glowing ability to throw some Bots into each other, but the event became more serious when her powers faltered, flickering like a dying bulb and shut down.
“Oh go-shi,” she huffed, realizing these security droids were advanced enough to transmit something to interrupt her yet undefined abilities. The docking bay was in sight when in a sudden moment that seemed to happen in panicked slow motion, Mal was wretched to the side. A well toned arm pulled her back against the hulking form she identified as Morven. Just as his restraining hold was implemented, Mal had to sit and watch the man she knew she loved become surrounded by threateningly mechanic devices. A shot was fired, but only to stun the hysterical James.
“Let my go you ta ma de hun dan!” Mal shouted as she tried and failed to escape Morven’s grasp. She had to stay, restrained, and watch while another agent she recognized by the purple markings on his left arm loaded James into a simple, high class transport. Luckily for the Organization, it was an odd hour so there were very few witnesses. Those that had seen were quickly rounded up, sedated, and added like cargo to the transport. Before Mal realised what he was doing, Morven had injected something into her system in between her outcries and flails, causing her world to turn dark.
Her eyes flew open, panic etched across her youthful features. The abrupt movement of flying to her feet caused a few cords to fall against the bed she previously occupied. Confusion flooded her mind. Malvina. A name presents itself. “That’s my name,” she mentally realized. She felt the strangeness of the situation in an eerily familiar way. As any decent investigator would, she took in the room’s furnishings. A simple, white linen layered twin bed with its headboard pressed to the center of the wall was surrounded by a thin shelf on either side, each shelf looped with wires and cords that led into the walls. “Odd,” she thinks, wondering where the wires led to and gathering that they must have been attached to her before she jumped up. Finding the door open, Malvina walks into a wide hallway and glances through windows exhibited on each door along the wall, the contents of every one identical. The people were different, however, a new face in every room, laying peacefully and suspiciously hooked up to the various wires.
“Mal, I have an assignment for you,” a voice she immediately recognized spoke from behind her.
“Oh, Morven… you sneak up on me a lot, don’t you…?” she replied, still a little dazed and confused.
“Yeah, really though, you didn’t notice me standing here?” he replied in a lighthearted sort of way, causing pieces of times spent together to flash through Mal’s mind.
“You were saying something about a mission?” the question came out more excited than it probably should have. With an almost girlish giggle, Morven showed amusement at her actions and passed her the Bit with instructions. She wasn’t able to ask further questions before she realized he had left.
It seemed as if she was struggling to remember some events of import she had missed, but pushed this thought away as she piloted a simple one man cruiser to a residential platform. This assignment was an “NQK”, or a “No Questions Kill” mission. Such a thing could be concerning, but her training had taught her moral indifference, which was on high demand this day. Passing a shopping centre on this busy platform after docking, she lurked around, knowing that the target, or in this case, pair of targets, resided nearby. A glow of her arm and a simple thought would kill these objectives, but she was always one to scope out exactly who these people were before finishing the job.
The sight sent powerful ripples through her body. It was him. It was James. This time, though, he was at least ten years aged and was with some girl. The two shared loving glances, her stunning fire hair giving color to the dull dwelling and contrasting his dark appearance. Once again, Mal was in conflict with her emotions. “No,” she thought, “not this time… I messed things up, I lost him, but they still don’t deserve death, they deserve their happiness!” the empowering thoughts rushed around her mind as she slipped into their residence undetected, a trick adapted from Morven.
“We need to move, get you two out,” Mal calmly spoke to the two. The couple who had been previously sitting to enjoy a meal stared in fear and shock at this sudden presence and demand.
“…Mal?” James broke the silent spell with his curiosity.
“Yes, and I repeat, we need to get you two out. I’m under orders to kill you and your lady friend here, but I don’t think you deserve that. I don’t think you should die for me to be tested. If we are careful, you two can be safe,” she broke out into a hushed string of explanation before moving to check for an alternative exit. James was ready to follow, though not as quick as he once was, his flame haired wife following suit. It was quite simple, with the help of Mal’s abilities, to move the three of them through the crowd out to the docking bay, keeping inconspicuous and quiet.
Just as Mal watched her love and his wife pilot away, heading to an outer rim moon, the presence or Morven nearly made her jump out of her skin.
“Congrats,” he stated, a mischievous look playing across his features, “Welcome to the Rebellion.”