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Paleona has a minion!

Minion the Ringo

Paleona
Legacy Name: Paleona

The

Glacier Feli
Owner:

Porygon

Age: 11 years, 4 months, 6 days

Born: December 18th, 2012

Adopted: 9 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 3rd, 2014

Statistics

Level: 7
Strength: 19
Defense: 20
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 45
Books Read: 45
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Screams ran through my mind like wild beasts dashing across wide plains. Were they memories or were they happening presently? I couldn't tell. Some were faded but some were vivid. Sometimes they were overpowered by the creaking and bending of steel. It was pure darkness and yet so much noise around me. How could I not see a single thing? What kind of nightmare was this? It felt like it would never end. The treacherous screeches and the unbearable heat mixed with a bitter, biting cold. Maybe this was no dream or memory. Maybe this was Hell itself. Darkness and the tortured screams of the damned. Could they see, then? Surely they were not screaming at a void? Or maybe they had been here for too long and the constant wailing had driven them mad. Maybe I was new. Perhaps I was next.

"There was a horrible accident. I found these four floating through space, unconscious..."

Sometimes, I can hear voices that don't go along with any of the others. I can't tell what they're saying. They're muffled to me, but I can hear something. Something other than the screaming. Other than the creaking and the crashing. Recently I've started being able to see again but only certain images. Scenes that are acted out by four strangers. Only for seconds at the time do these scenes grace me with their awful presence. I see the ship practically implode from the inside. The strangers are blurred, but I can make out what they're doing well enough. One looks like she has wings. But she can't fly when the ship is broken up. I don't know why--all I can ever see is her clutching a smaller object. One of the strangers. The first time I ever saw the smallest one, she looked orange. In a sickening moment of clarity, I can see that her right arm is gone. Her blood floats aimlessly through space. Without warning all is blurred again and eventually, dark.

"She's lost her arm. Get her blood! We may be too late already!"

I have good news and bad news. The good news is that the screaming that was previously endless seems to have died down. Sometimes I have complete and total moments of silence where I hear nothing. I can feel what's left of my sanity returning to me. The bad news? Those scenes I mentioned have started growing longer. The characters in them have been becoming clearer to see as well. It feels like I'm in a state of existence where nothing is around me, then I'm forced into a movie theater to watch these short films. Except the short films get longer over time. Sometimes a film will connect with another I've seen and make sense. Is there some sort of chronological order to these films? Is this some sort of event? Perhaps my brain trying to piece together a memory? I still haven't ruled out the possibility of being in Hell. Is this perhaps my punishment? Did I cause the deaths of these four? I don't remember doing such a nefarious thing, but I'm sorry.

"It's a miracle they're still alive but... who knows when they'll wake up."

For a long time I was confused as to who the characters in these events were. As they finally became clear to see, they looked familiar. Their calm voices before the explosion sounded familiar. I almost felt like I were there with them. Even the TV show they were watching--something about outlaws?--sounded familiar. Have I met them before? Did I exact revenge on this seemingly happy group of people? That's what I've made up in my head at least. Surely to earn this sort of punishment, I was a bad crime boss who had to dispose of these people lest they reveal my crime secrets! ...Eh. Probably not, but what else am I supposed to do here? It's probably worth mentioning that one of the members looks... very familiar. I can almost place myself in her shoes. Call me insensitive but given the bleak outlook of my current situation, I don't think it's too far to take a minute out of my painful existence and say that her outfit is cute.

"Doctor! She's coming to!"

Today I went to go see more of the same tragedy all over again. I didn't think too much of it. At this point I was getting used to it. Nothing about it surprised me anymore. I could even find that sometimes, I could space out during it and ignore it all together. Maybe my punishment was almost over. At the same time, was I losing my humanity? Not caring about such a tragedy anymore... maybe the life of a criminal I had made up for myself held some truth after all. Or maybe the influence of Hell started to get to me. Was I unknowingly succumbing to their evil whims and desires? Were they desensitizing me for bigger massacres? There was also a part of me that thought I was over thinking it. What if none of that was happening and I was feeding into paranoia for no reason? On the other hand, what if that's exactly what they wanted me to think? Lost in my spiraling thoughts I was crudely jolted out of them when a shout from the movie turned my attention back to the screen. It had changed to something I'd never seen before. One of the crew members was falling from the ruins of the ship into space. Or rather, floating away, but still unable to reach her friends. She looked at what felt to be directly at me.

Just like that, I was floating. All I could see was pieces and bits of the ship I had been on moments prior with my friends. It was at that moment I realized something.

I had been watching my own death all along.

Panic coursed through me as I fought to catch my breath amongst the vacuum. My head suddenly hit something as I tried to sit up. I could hear the muffled voices again, but this time with machinery whirling alongside them. I realized as I continued to breathe rapidly that I was no longer in space. That explosion was leagues away from where ever I was. On top of that, I was breathing. The last thing I remembered aside from my odd dream--or whatever that was--was going through a hyper space gate. What had happened during that moment in time? Where was the rest of my crew? My friends? I tried to find my voice amongst my panic. The slow movement of my body completely escaped me.

"Bani? Cyra?! Gruff?!"

A harsh light suddenly shone upon me and I squinted at its brightness. I could hear people around me rapidly speaking to one another but only caught snippets of their conversations. It was too much sensory at once, I reckoned, and I would need a bit to adjust. I flinched as something punctured my skin, and at once I felt calmer. Likely a sedative. I could feel my thoughts starting to be processed like normal and my medical training from SAI came back to me slowly as I walked myself through what was likely going on. What had happened. Anyone in a major accident like that should consider themselves lucky to be alive. Yet here I was, now among the few legends who had survived a great ordeal to see another day. Previously thinking I was in Hell taxed my psyche greatly; did I truly deserve to be alive? Surely there were greater people than I who deserved life more.

A few people stood around me, all humans. One of them looked like a head doctor of some sorts. He peered down at me and finally said, "You're awake!"

I wasn't entirely sure how to respond so I did my best, "A... fluke, I'm sure," Shinwa, my mouth was dry. "Can... I have water?"

"O-of course! Nurse, if you please." At his word, the nurse beside him went off without a sound.

Being a nurse myself and dealing with major injuries before, I was a bit shocked that I wasn't hooked up to any machines. Surely after all that time I needed fluids? Slowly I looked at my arms. There were no signs of an IV. There weren't even signs I had been injured in the slightest. I found that hard to believe. My thoughts were shattered when the doctor spoke to me again.

"So," the doctor started. "Do you remember anything?"

I looked at him and then gazed down to my abdomen. I had remembered going through the gate but other memories were foggy and hard to recall. Almost as if thinking was physically hurting my brain. The more I mulled over it and the more aches I endured the more I felt I was starting to remember. Fuzziness faded for other memories beyond the gate incident.

"My crew and I were going through a hyper space travel gate and... our ship was fragmented."

Another question, "Where are you from?"

Urgency clamored up my throat as I answered, "What do you mean...? This is Subeta, isn't it?"

"S... Subeta? What is that?" He asked, confused.

"My--my home," I stammered. "It's where I'm from. If th-this isn't Subeta, wh-where are we?"

"You're on the moon Titan. A moon of Saturn." He must've seen the utter confusion and horror on my face, because he went on to explain further. "Earth is here too... and Venus, Mars, Mercury... does any of this ring a bell?"

I feared, perhaps more than this strange world I found myself in, being labeled a loony and hauled off to an institution. I may not have known anything about this world but medical procedures couldn't have changed too much. It was merely protocol for them to do. I refused to go through that.

"I'm not from here." I stated blandly. Probably not my best move. Despite my odd statement that I was sure would land me in a mental hospital, the doctor and nurses only studied me, then looked at each other before they returned to me nodding. As if they all agreed that I truly wasn't from this world and that I wasn't crazy.

"We can tell. No one else on any of the moons or planets look like you four do."

There was silence after the doctor had said that. Some of the nurses shifted in their places awkwardly and others eventually parted from the crowd to go off and do whatever. Even the doctor who didn't move from his spot was speechless. He only continued to stare at me. My gaze meandered off to the floor where my thoughts raged war on my fragile psyche. I was in a new world with no knowledge of anything in it. My home was a mystery to these people. Not to mention that they had likely saved my life. I had to have been holed up in this hospital for awhile and they would seek payment for their deeds. Rightfully so. However I had no money. I had nothing to my name. Even the clothes on my back were owned by the hospital. Finally, I managed to ask him another question.

"How long... have I been here?"

"About two months," he replied. "We weren't sure if you were going to make it. Especially the young girl."

I snapped my head up to face him. He flinched. "What happened to her?!"

He paused and in the silence my thoughts returned back to my vacation in purgatory. That scene I witnessed. Was it true? Maybe it wasn't a 'scene' at all. Maybe it was my memories haunting me. As this awful realization struck me, the sound of squeaking entered my ears. I glanced up and saw that a nurse had brought over a wheelchair for me. The doctor held his hand out to me.

"Come. We can put you in your own room while we continue to monitor you. You can see your mates on the way."

According to the doctor, some stranger had rushed all four of us in two months ago. That stranger said that he'd found us floating aimlessly in space with random debris floating around our bodies. I don't remember floating in space. The last thing I remember is another explosion before everything went black. What I witnessed in my dream I don't even remember from beyond that. Or maybe I did. That horrible scene I witnessed over and over again in parts still didn't feel like organic memories to me. It just felt like something I was conditioned to remember. The doctor had placed us into these strange pods that replaced the need for several standalone machines, including the I.V. drip. This society seemed quite advanced in comparison to the one I had come from.

As he talked he wheeled me in and out of several rooms. The first had Bani in it. She appeared to just be sleeping. According to him, all of us had recently shown an improvement in our vital signs. He had reason to believe it meant we would wake up soon. I hoped he was right. If they all died, I would be alone in this world. What would happen if I were alone was something I didn't want to think about. Instead I focused on looking over Cyra next. Her wings had survived. Her vitals had picked up the most out of the three still in their comas. Back home, they always said Cyra had the markings of the angels. I hoped her looks weren't where her angelic similarity stopped. Finally I was wheeled into Gruffels' room. Gruffels is only fifteen and came from an abusive household. She was picked up by Bani and eventually adopted officially by her. As I was wheeled to her pod, my face dropped.

As my dream sequence had predicted, her right arm was missing. She had a mere nub on her upper arm. Gruffels didn't deserve that. To come so far from her abusive household and multiple foster homes, to being finally adopted and working for SAI, then to be apart of an accident that impaired her forever. It wasn't fair. Part of me wondered if perhaps she would be happier if she never woke up. However, Gruffels was never one to give up like that. She deserved a chance at living so she could conquer this just as she conquered everything else. I whispered my prayers to her, to all three of them, before the doctor wheeled me away at last.

The room he put me in was small but it had a desk and a bed. He said that for now they would be monitoring me and that I couldn't be released yet. I was grateful for that at least. If he'd said I could go, I wouldn't know where I could have gone. Yet, as I lay in bed, my mind wanders to treacherous depths. I stared at the ceiling and just let it go. Like a well disciplined dog, it wouldn't wander too far. Just enough to drive me mad. Like clockwork the rapid-fire thoughts that ricocheted off of my skull eventually exhausted me and I fell into a cold, dreamless sleep.

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