Post by nanda on Jan 5, 2011 23:55:09 GMT -5
[OPEN, this is right after Nanda was brought aboard Airship Axis.]
Nanda didn't ask to be annexed. She didn't ask to get forced onto the AFN. Most of all, she really did not ask for a war of epic proportions against a little rinky-dink ship like the one belonging to the Axis. Of course, not like she had the right to complain, since she'd pressed that stupid emergency escape button and launched herself straight off the main colony into deep space, starving and tired, and not to mention cramped.
Then she'd hit this little, mediocre ship by her standards, and the last thing she even remembered were strangely accented voices garbling English above her, but she'd been too unconscious to hear anything of priority. The last thing she felt was being carried somewhere, but she wasn't sure who that was, either.
But at this point, Nanda was still dreaming. Shadowy figures stood above her, each with bizarrely shining eyes that blazed with a deathly fire. The purple-eyes one had a strange, creepy smile even though he was only a shadow, speaking heavily accented English. "Such a lovely one, da? How nice of you to have annexed her, England, she's truly worth having~"
The voices still went on, echoing, laughing at her, speaking words that terrified her. There were others; one had glasses, another held a rose, one wore their hair in a ponytail, and the last one peered at her with judging green eyes.
"Aye, she might be cute, but she'd be quite useful for war~~" The shadowy hands began to grab at her, tear at her skin and hold her by her clothing. She fought against them tooth and nail but they wouldn't stop. The Allies had her now, she was absolutely sure she'd be used as another soldier...
"STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" She shrieked, sitting straight up in the cot. Her chest heaved and she felt suddenly ill. Furthermore she was wearing clothes that were different--her old clothes were tattered and her packed ones must've been retrieved from the pod and stowed away--and now she was wearing oddly striped pajamas. Were these... men's clothing?
Oh, Goddess Durga, where are you now? Nanda's eyes closed for a minute and she attempted to not lose her composure. She was panic-stricken, sitting in what looked to be from observation a sick bay and wearing unfamiliar clothing, not to mention being insane with hunger and disorientation, but she knew screaming wasn't going to help and most likely would cause the people running the airship to freak out. She gathered all of her speech and mustered:
"Hello, is there anyone there? Anyone? Where am I? I'd like to know..."
Nanda didn't ask to be annexed. She didn't ask to get forced onto the AFN. Most of all, she really did not ask for a war of epic proportions against a little rinky-dink ship like the one belonging to the Axis. Of course, not like she had the right to complain, since she'd pressed that stupid emergency escape button and launched herself straight off the main colony into deep space, starving and tired, and not to mention cramped.
Then she'd hit this little, mediocre ship by her standards, and the last thing she even remembered were strangely accented voices garbling English above her, but she'd been too unconscious to hear anything of priority. The last thing she felt was being carried somewhere, but she wasn't sure who that was, either.
But at this point, Nanda was still dreaming. Shadowy figures stood above her, each with bizarrely shining eyes that blazed with a deathly fire. The purple-eyes one had a strange, creepy smile even though he was only a shadow, speaking heavily accented English. "Such a lovely one, da? How nice of you to have annexed her, England, she's truly worth having~"
The voices still went on, echoing, laughing at her, speaking words that terrified her. There were others; one had glasses, another held a rose, one wore their hair in a ponytail, and the last one peered at her with judging green eyes.
"Aye, she might be cute, but she'd be quite useful for war~~" The shadowy hands began to grab at her, tear at her skin and hold her by her clothing. She fought against them tooth and nail but they wouldn't stop. The Allies had her now, she was absolutely sure she'd be used as another soldier...
"STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" She shrieked, sitting straight up in the cot. Her chest heaved and she felt suddenly ill. Furthermore she was wearing clothes that were different--her old clothes were tattered and her packed ones must've been retrieved from the pod and stowed away--and now she was wearing oddly striped pajamas. Were these... men's clothing?
Oh, Goddess Durga, where are you now? Nanda's eyes closed for a minute and she attempted to not lose her composure. She was panic-stricken, sitting in what looked to be from observation a sick bay and wearing unfamiliar clothing, not to mention being insane with hunger and disorientation, but she knew screaming wasn't going to help and most likely would cause the people running the airship to freak out. She gathered all of her speech and mustered:
"Hello, is there anyone there? Anyone? Where am I? I'd like to know..."