Psychedelic Souljam (Rejected Concept)

Wiping away the tears that had nearly dried up, summoning my memories for information on what I had to do, I began to stand. Slowly but surely standing tall. The girl threw something at me; I caught it without a seconds delay. I recognised this – it was a memory I had been made to forget. It was an HUD that went over my left eye and folded round to my ear. Like half a pair of sunglasses. I slid it over my left ear, as I did so the HUD lit up with numbers and words flittering across the screen.

“Identity Confirmed…Initialising…”

It was setting itself up in preparation. As I left it to continue I looked up at the girl. She looked exactly the same as she did 10 years ago – maybe with the exception that she had a little longer hair; i recognised her immediately, her name was Sonea. See, unlike most humans we don’t age, we continue to look exactly the same throughout our entire life cycle that is – until we die. We were designed like this so that our usefulness as a weapon is not compromised until we are killed in combat. But less of the history lesson, there was no time for that now, since I have been awakened its time to gear up, get ready and save as many people as I can. Snapping out of thought I brought myself back to the real world.
Sonea pulled a backpack out of what appeared to be nowhere – I guess while she was leaning against the door I wasn’t paying that much attention to her clothing. This actually brought up an interesting point…

- “Also…you were just awakened too weren’t you?”
- “How’d you guess?”

She said as she continued to rummage through her backpack.

- “Hmm…Well for one, there’s no sight of any muscle toning whatsoever... oh! And you’re exhausted.” I smirked. “Tut tut”

She frowned and threw me a jacket and a couple of small sword sheathes. I slipped on the (perfectly crafted) leather jacket and slipped it up, I glowed blue for a moment and then returned to its ordinary colour. I then tied both of the smaller sword sheaths to my left leg – no point playing around with them yet.

- “Hang on…where are my guns?”
- “ I don’t mind giving you them when you’re un-tweaked, but we both know what happens when a non-tweak gets given ‘those’ guns that don’t have safeties.”
- “Fair Point”

- “Uhh…dude…who is she…and what the frack are you on about?”

A voice appeared from behind me. It was Stew – oh boy…explaining this could take a great deal of effort.

- “I’m his girlfriend”

Sonea said as she tied her own swords to her waist.

- “Wow, hang on there…uuh..well uhh…we’re roleplaying…yeah..and..uh…I gotta go with her, it’s kinda important”

Stew looked at her and then me and back to her, then rolled his eyes.

- “Go, i figure its important"

I nodded at Big mike and waved at little mike then turned my back on them and left the room following Sonea. We walked towards the other side of the elevator as she filled me in on some details, apparently there was a chopper being sent to meet us out the front of the college in ½ an hour. So I figure it’s time for a little fun, as we walked throught the college I looked to my right at the smoking area…and then the refectory…hmmmm I have an idea. I grinned, Sonea must have seen this as she sighed respectively.

- “What have you got into your head this time?” she asked with a tone that implied she already knew what sort of answer she was going to get.
- “Well, this is the last time I’m going to be a normal human I think I should try myself out, see what my time as a human has done to my body and what reflexes I have at the moment, ya know…for references sake…”

Sonea sighed.

-“Fine, do whatever you want but I’ll meet you out front in ½ hour, if you’re not there I’m gonna beat your ass the fuck up and throw you on that chopper ya hear?”
- “Yeah yeah…”

So…Like I Said…Time For Some Fun.