A Beginning to a Most Fateful End

By Mimiru1618

Part I

New Beginning

Chapter One

'Five percent of systems now online. Awareness enabled in five seconds...commencing process. Awareness and vocal adapters now enabled. Motion processors enabled to fifteen percent.'

Azure eyes opened finally. Irises rotated into focus and stared, confused at first. Through the glass above her face, she could see faces staring at her. Why were they? One, two…three, four…five, six…she stopped counting. The same voice echoed in her head again, 'Twenty-five percent of systems now online. Weaponry systems now enabled.'

That wasn't the ONLY voice going off anymore.

"Where do you think she came from…she looks…"
"Weird? Yeah, I know. Some rookies said they found the pod. Why it was out here, I'm stumped. Heeey, you awake in there?"

There was a tap on the glass, and her attention was gained. She stared up at the perpetrator, who wore a red and black armored helmet with a blue round crystal square in his forehead. What stuck out most about him though was the spiked hair behind it, and the huge X like scar across his face. 'How odd.' She thought.

"Axl!! Stop it you idiot!"
"Whaat? She's not going to do anything; she's in a pod for crying out loud!"
"I don't care!"
"Kill joy."

It was so noisy now, so different from last time. The figure frowned, remembering the only face that really had importance to her. It was one that could never be replaced in her mind. Green, dull, faded eyes, a blank expression, and a ghost like smile. And yet, she had no name to associate with it. The memory replayed like a home movie from Christmas in her head, a memory so wonderful that you wished it had never ended. The voices rang in her head like soft bells,'Hello there, Gamma. I welcome you.' It echoed again and again. 'Gamma…' The thought stayed there, while the memory went back to the corner of her mind.

"Look, it's OBVIOUS she's aware, I doubt she's-"

"Don't assume anything! Don't even touch the pod, rookie!"
"Rookie?! I'll show YOU Rookie, girly!"

Ugh, why wouldn't they all just shut. Up? She didn't speak yet; not trusting her voice just yet. She could only stare at the two arguing pair of what she defined as reploid. They were different though, in a way her thinking sensors were not able to understand. For now, they had no real importance, nothing had any importance because that first memory. What mattered was, they were not the same, and she did not know why. How long had it been now? Eight minutes? It seemed that long, but a clock in her vision made that thought false. It had only be three minutes, five seconds, forty-seven milliseconds and twenty nanoseconds. Oh how the time dragged on. Her thinking was interrupted again by a 'thump' against her chamber. At the same time, the reploid from before gave an indignant yelp as he was tossed OVER the pod.

"Ha! I told you I'd beat you!"
"Shut up girly!"
"Want me to beat you up again!?"

This was getting slightly annoying. Unable to move because of the chords that paralyzed her and attached her to the pod, she could do nothing. Otherwise, she would have bolted out and screamed bloody murder.

"Leggo of my hair!!"
"Make me you jerk!"

Talk about a headache. She stared blankly, thinking again on the non-important events that rushed through her mind. What were they doing here, why did it matter? Where was the face from before? And why was she thinking so much? Everything was so confusing. She pondered to herself wordlessly, letting her though processors take control of every being that made her real, or what she thought was real anyways.

"Will you both stop? Please?"

That voice caught her attention. A sigh, a familiar feeling. Putting two and two together wasn't hard at all. The voices became muffled after that, thoughts drowning out everything, a sense of trying to understand standing in the way. Then it all became clear. A face appeared in her vision. A bright, green eyed stare, filled with innocence and life, and a familiar, curious face. Despite the feelings, that very face, was the exact same as before. The most important face in her mind was standing there, right before her eyes, once again.