by Horsk on Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:24 am
"God damn!" Keia yelled as she flew from the cafe, one of her hoverboots malfunctioning, dragging her straight towards one of the many walls of the city. As she collided with the wall, her visor cracked leaving a large crescent shaped crack straight across her eye line. Keia clambered to her feet, the impact seemed to have broken her left, the malfunctioning, hoverboot stopping it from pushing. "Well, there's a relief" She smiled, pulling her broken visor from her face.
As her visor lifted, her pale skin showed through. Keia had blue eyes, her pupils shrunk massively once her visor was lifted, and she rubbed her hands against her eyes."Sun straight in the eye. Really not my day!" She cursed to no one in particular. Once she had finished rubbing her eyes and cursing, Keia rubbed her hands over her blue, metallic armour, brushing the dust off.
When her armour was clean to a satisfactory level Keia took her helmet off, her short blonde hair hung by her ears. "Well, now the visors' gone I won't be needing this." She muttered as she threw it against the floor, more cracking noises erupted from the helmet.
Her outbursts had attracted much attention from the crowds of passing people, but Keia ignored their stares, and stared around the street, from the shop windows at eye level, to the signs above. Keia couldn't see what she was looking for, she checked every sign and window, but still couldn't find it. She thought she should ask for directions but none of the crowd would stop when she asked.
She saw someone standing at the entrance to the cafe she had just come from. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" she said, hobbling over to the cafe.
"Fight and you may die. Run and you will live, at least awhile. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they will never take our freedom!"
- William Wallace [Braveheart 1995]