Zoids: Restoring Ancients Times
They'd knocked me unconscious, handcuffed my hands behind my back, loaded me into a van, and hauled me to their super secret military base that I totally wasn't scoping out the day before. -Okay, maybe I was, but its not like I was going to blow the place up.- Then they stuck me in this little dark room with this blue haired guy in captains uniform who wouldn't stop with the questions.
At least, I'll assume that’s the order that it happened in, because here i am in a freaking box of a room, sitting in a really cold metal chair, with a blue haired weirdo who's about to yell himself blue in the face.
"What's your name girl?" Mr. Blue asked me for what was literally the 17th time. 17th- I’m serious.
“What’s your name girl!” He yelled angrily. Apparently he got impatient while I was counting. That’s 18 by the way.
My handcuffs scraped at my wrists as Captain Blue grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking my half-way out of my chair.
“Answer me you filthy little-“
“You don’t get to know my name you twisted ugly monkey!” I yelled back, cutting him of mid sentence. The chair crashed to the floor as I exploded out of it, head butting Mr. Blue in the face.
His eyes glazed over as he reeled backwards, tripping over air –gravity still works buddy, you didn’t need to check- and landing on the floor with a thud.
Meanwhile, I was reeling back too –hitting somebody with your head really hurts- and I tripped over the chair that was 2 inches behind me. –ha, a chair! I already know how gravity works, thank you very much- I landed hard on my back, or more specifically, my arms, at a really weird angle, and smacked my head a good one.
I’m pretty sure that’s when I blacked out, because the next thing I was aware of was some really scratchy blanket and a loud beeping. I sat up, automatically reaching for my throbbing head, –did I mention I hit it front and back? - and discovered my hands were free. Then I got to find out that my right arm was either broken or really badly bruised because it started screaming at me for reaching for my head. Joy.
“Ouch!” I complained, my eyes shooting open. Before I could hurt myself anymore than I was, I lay down, my right arm tucked across my chest. I ran my left hand over my injured forearm, pressing gingerly.
“Ouch!” I squeaked –again- when I found the tender center. Breathing a sigh of relief, I stretched my arm tentatively. It was pretty big, and I was going to have it for a while, but it was only a bruise. I must’ve hit the ground a lot harder than I’d thought. –No ones ever accused me of being a peach- Oh well. That’s what I get for getting caught. Karma.
This just proves my theory about the universe. Do good things and good things will happen. Do bad things and bad things will happen. Getting caught was a bad thing, hence the bruise.
The loud beeping I’d heard when I regained consciousness started up again. -obnoxiously- Clapping the hand of my good arm to my head, I sat up –slowly- so I could find the source and shut the dang thing off.
For the first time, I was able to get a good look at my surrounding. The door was across the room from me, and it looked pretty solid. Metal –I’d guess steel- with a small iron grate at about eye level –for taller people anyways- and it swung inwards. Pretty standard military stuff. Besides the bed, there really wasn’t much else in there, except for a camera in the top corner on the left side of the door.
Seriously. They put a camera on me. There weren’t even any windows in there, and it’s not like I could pick the lock.–not that I wasn’t going to try-
I debated standing up to turn the stupid thing off, but I thought better of it. Instead, I turned onto my side, being careful not to put pressure on my arm –ouch- , to inspect the bed leg closest to me. Conveniently, it was a cheap bed with a bare metal frame and screws that poked out of the sides. –yesh, the military is cheap-
I unscrewed the washer that held the top nail I place and sat up straight. Placing the washer on my right palm, I took careful aim and flicked it straight at the camera. The lens shattered and the beeping did that rally weird slowing down thing that robots do when they shut off.
“Nothin but net!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms into the air.
“Oww!” I yelled, cradling my bruised arm.
“I really need to watch what I’m doing,” I said to myself. Ding! –I imagined a purple light blub going off above my head. . . – I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I blinked for a moment, then bent and pulled the blanket off the bed as soon as I stopped seeing stars. I dropped it onto the floor and turned to the broken camera. Picking up the longest shard I could find –which was barely and inch long- I spread out the blanket and pulled it tight, pinning down with my feet.
I adjusted my grip on the glass and cut a long strip from the blanket. When I had what I wanted, I threw the blanket strip over my shoulder and tied it into a sling. I was still wearing my same clothes, which was something. Same black long sleeve shirt, black leggings, blue skirty thingy –it reaches my knees, but only in the front and back. On the sides it reaches just past my hips. I think that means it’s a loincloth, but that word sounds really weird to me-, and black boots.
“Perfect,” I said with a grin.
Bang, bang, bang crashed the door as someone knocked. –Ever so politely-
They must’ve come to fix the camera I thought as I stepped to the side of the door. Just as my back touched the wall, I heard the grate open with a little snick.
"Hey, move away fro- wait! Where is she!" Yelled a very panicked guard. The door opened, placing my conveniently between it and the wall. -I totally didn't plan that (lie) - The guard rushed straight to the mattress and tossed it off the bed. -Because I totally could've hidden there without leaving me shaped lump-
I giggled quietly and stepped out from behind the door. The guard's back was turned to me as he bent franticly to check under the bed, so I figured I'd let him find out where I was for himself. I turned down the hall, shutting the door behind me.
I skipped down the hall, pondering my next move. Coming to a fork in the road, I spun slowly in a circle, naming my options. Hall, hall, hall, vent! I choose option 4, and pulled myself up into a vent that was just within my 5'3 height range -if I jumped- and was easily my size. -Getting up without squeaking was a pill though, considering I had to use my bruised arm-
Ten minutes later I had successfully navigated the vent system and was staring at the ginormic hangar doors across the, um, hangar. Oh, and every freaking alarm in the building had been set off.
Scanning the room thoroughly, and finding myself alone, I popped out the grate in front of my eyes and touched ground at a run. Reaching the small side door that stood next to the hunormous ones, I stared intently at its electric padlock. 1 2 3 4 5 6. I punched in the numbers and the doors opened. First try. -oh yes, I’m awesome like that- I laughed -seriously, what kind of password is that? - and darted through the open door.
Now I just had to get through the closed gate that I didn't know how to open. I picked up the pace, deciding to cross that bridge when I got to it. Two steps later, the gate began to open; I wasn't even within throwing range yet.
Wow that was convenient I thought as a military jeep driven by none other than Mr. Blue drove through. Following was a blue blade liger and a red and black command wolf bringing up the rear.
"This should be fun," I muttered to myself.
The jeep screeched to a halt in front of me, and Mr. blue stood up in his seat.
"You stop!" he yelled.
I jumped onto the jeeps hood and smiled at him.
"No dice, sweet checks." I told him, grabbing the crash bar and swinging myself up to the blade ligers cockpit.
"Excuse me," I said, grinning at the ligers pilot, and jumping to the command wolf, then to the gate, then down to the hot sands of the dessert.
"I win!" I yelled. I was so out of there.