Down past the Cypress trees, on yonder by the creek, Underneath the shade of trees, but still in Summer’s heat, Innocence pranced into the woods, on a quest for fun, Hate slithered behind, seeing a chance for some, The two danced and played, until Hate grew tired, And at a moments notice, all of innocence’s innocence expired. A push, a shove, a rope, a branch, A mother’s cry saved a life by chance.
It was time. The training was complete. For the last three years, this place has been home. I still remember running into Sifu’s basement that night so vividly. I was so hungry. It had been raining all day and my makeshift home under an abandoned overpass had been rendered entirely too risky, due to the flowing flood waters en route. My usual restaurant spots were dry that night. I found that the best buffet spots that normally gave me plenty of untouched food on top of were bare. Possibly the rain turned people off but that’s hard to understand when you’re truly displaced and starving. I’d walk through gasoline rain and a sea of fireworks for a decent meal…But so much has changed since then. Sifu and the other studen-no, my other family members, have taught me how to properly be a man. They taught me self respect, empathy, and discipline. They taught me how to fight to protect myself. And they also taught me how to destroy the evils of my mind. This place is home but home as good as it’s been to and for me, has been outgrown. Plus it’s back. The evil. I feel it surging throughout my emotions. Longing to be heard and to protect or destroy if needed…Sifu supressed it the best he could. With his knowledge of spirtuality and demons, he held the nine tail fox. It took all of his spirtual pressure and energy. At 16 my nine tail was the most powerful he had even encountered.
“IT’S THE MOTHER! AIM FOR THE HEART!” screamed A.R.T. Commander Charlie. “THEY’RE HIVE MINDED. IF WE BRING HER DOWN, WE BRING THEM ALL DOWN!!.” The Borg Bugs had long been dormant on planet Nami. Their sudden resurgance was unexpected and troubling. The interstellar mining missions approved by the International Planety Commision had been successful. Too successful. Greed had pushed their motivation toward more risky and higher paying excavation jobs. Environmental hazzards and hostile lifeforms had become the norm as of the last 8 months but today’s incident felt different. Bug Borgs had long been forced into the bowels of planet Nami after Gleasonite, a mineral used in almost all defense construction, had been discovered in vast amounts.
