A Fair Soul

CHAPTER 4
Memories, experiments. and... Foals?

The inside of the transport was dark, The only illumination coming from the dim red lights on the ceiling. I leaned against the cold metal wall at the back of the dark transport with my arms crossed. I was not alone however. Beside me was a scout or sharpshooter of the squad I had been recently been drafted into. The scout or sharpshooter was sitting on the bench next to me with his head in the shadows. He had said nothing the whole trip despite me just being assigned to his squad. I stopped thinking about it though because I felt like I was being watched, and I was. The other troopers in the carrier were giving us funny looks... Or rather they were giving me the death glare.

"Hey special ops!" Said one of the troopers. "Why don't you step away from the freak and come be with the real men?" I resisted the powerful temptation to snap the insolent troopers neck like I had done for so many other arrogant fools. Only this time I succeed.

"John! Shut up just leave them be." Said another trooper to the first now known as John. But John clearly did not chose to heed the wise words of his friend.

"So what do you say?" he asked with a smirk.

I was expecting the scout to be unresponsive to the obvious provocation but instead he lead forward. Every trooper tensed up as the special op stirred from its immobile position. Troopers who showed no interest in the seen were now watching with a nervous eye. I could see that even the previously smug John was having regrets. To my surprise as well as all of the troopers in the transport the special op removed his helmet. What we all saw was not a man's face but a women's. She had blond hair done up in a pony tail and fair skin. She smirked at John before leaning back into her seat. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhh." came from all the troopers

"Smooth John." Said one of the troopers adjacent to him in a mocking tone "Smooth."

"Shut up."

I fought hard to hold back my laughter. Thankfully the comical scene subsided. Unfortunately the troopers returned to glaring at us (well me really).

This was not my first mission and I was no were near nervous. Never the less this mission was by far the strangest. Command had drafted me into a squad i knew nothing about. I was not told anything either. Not who was in charge who was in it or even it's name. The only thing I did know is that this special op (who I originally thought was male) was in it. The mission itself was simple enough though. Drop in destroy AA guns and take the base.

"My names Lorry." I stared at the unmasked women completely taken aback by her sudden words.

"What's your name big guy?" Asked Lorry playfully. I was so stunned by the initial introduction that I was almost unable to give her my name.

"S-Shard." I slurred.

"Shard?" She said raising an eyebrow. "Well shit looks like I am still the only one in the group with a normal name." I decided not to comment on the last part as I thought I would probably find out what she meant soon.

Ding

I looked up to see that the red sign was now green. It's go time. Pushing my self off the wall I made my way to the door. All the troopers continued to glare at me especially the one known as John. The one that had spoken to John looked like he was trying to avoid being cut by my shards that followed my body.

"Have a nice trip Shard, and see you on the ground!" Yelled and excited Lorry. I responded with a nod and ripped the transport door open. I got ready to jump.

"Oh John." I said placing my hands on the doors frame. He looked at me rather surprised. I said one last thing before jumping out the door.

"Smooth."

I did not get to see john's response because I had jumped, but I did not need too. I had a mission to focus on after all. I began my free fall head first through the clouds. The sea of white surrounded my body as I closed my eyes to focus. I was releasing my shards to form as large spears in the cloud cover.

"Seven" I counted.

The second I cleared the clouds the ground below me lit up in a wave of gun fire.The AA guns began pounding the sky with their explosive ordnance. The sound of the air raid alarm could also be heard. I began counting the number of locations the fire was coming from. I Could count at least 30.

"Twenty one" I counted.

I was starting to take blows from the guns throwing my body about. Hit after hit I could feel pieces of myself torn from me and then quickly return.

"Thirty seven"

I was closing in fast on the enemies base. While dodging a few rounds I performed a semi front flip so I was falling feet first.

"Sixty" I said. My wings erupted out of my back and spread to their full length. They slowed me down and eventually suspended me in the air about 500 meters above their establishment. I raised my arm to the sky and brought it down giving the order for my own bombardment to begin. No longer were the explosions in the sky but on the ground. Every spear had hit it's mark causing the gun to explode or kill the crew with the shrapnel. The earth below me was covered in a sea of flames and blood. It was also noticeably more quiet now that the guns weren't madly firing into the sky. Well except for that damn alarm of course. I let out a heavy sigh as I drifted to the ground.

Not long after landing a tank rolled around a near corner. With out hesitation it's crew fire the main cannon. The shot had hit me square in the right shoulder. The shear force of the round cause me to step back as it tore my right arm from my body. But now it was my turn not to hesitate. Before they could get the next round loaded my arm had adopted the form of a spear and flew right inside the metal beasts barrel. The war machine was silent for a moment. When I saw my shards returning coated in blood I knew it wasn't going to be a problem anymore.

The rest of the mission carried on in a similar fashion with the occasional act of futile resistance. As i moved at my own pace streams of shards were making their return to me both clean and crimson. My right arm now consisted of three long bladed tendrils still dripping red from the last squad they had ripped apart. However the blood was quickly disappearing and being absorbed into me. As it did so I could feel brand new shards joining with the old ones. The iron that was in my enemies blood and instillation could be absorbed by me to make myself stronger. It was like my body was only a house and each shard was just a small piece of a very big family. Certainly one of the odder things about my existence.

I walked down yet another hallway which just moments ago repainted. I was stopped by a tall steel door. Turning my am into a single edged sword I sliced through it with no difficulty. Beyond the door was a small cylindrical room, and in it's center rested the mission objective. Now all that was left to do was wait for extraction.

"MOVE, MOVE MOVE!"

I could hear loud voices and the stomping of boots heading in my direction. "Well it's time to go to work." I said turning to face the soldiers of Eon.

End of Chapter 4