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My mind returns to that one hill... (Bendytime just before the Mission) [OPEN]

"You look tired," a voice behind her remarked. Lash dismissed him with a wave of a hand as the projection towered next to her.

She had taken to coming to the sensoriums a lot more lately. They offered her a time off from everything; the engineering (which was fun and interesting) and the ranger training (which she might call Morphnominal ...if that didn't sound so cheesy). But something had been bothering Lash a lot more lately, even more so than she liked to admit to herself.

It was already hard to be a growing teenager stuck inside an intergalactic spaceship, yet it certainly had its merits, especially for someone who knew if she had continued to live in her World, would have ended up somewhere imprisoned for her crimes, but...there was worse.

Feelings. Black Hole was very discouraging of them. After all, conquering nations didn't want sympathetic officers, they wanted brutal commanders, something Lash had taken a liking most of her young life. She had been all that Black Hole could have wanted in a child soldier; brilliant, deadly and ruthless even to her own troops. How many weapons of hers had been used to murder countless others? Too much to count. Did she felt guilty about it? Maybe. A bit. Certainly a bit more than before.

And that's what scared her the most. Caring suddenly made you fragile. Her life was suddenly a lot more complicated; even looking at some of the guys on the ship, and that tiny pang of jealousy as soon as she saw them talking to other girls. It made her in turn notice how she suddenly felt, well...alone. Sure she was in a team now, and sure it reminded her of the happier days with Black Hole, but in the end the Rangers couldn't ever replace them and they weren't here with her now. The people she knew, like that tall guy next to her, with his tell-tale mohawke. Just an illusion, like the others around her. Was the real deal in the pods waiting? Each month made Lash less and less hopeful of his return and as her feelings grew and changed, she began to realize how much she missed his company.

"Nah, I'm just thinking of my next move," the wunderkind explained as she clasped her hand under her chin, looking down at the glowing display before her, and an all too familiar scenario. "Fighting against an A.I. is much harder than I thought it would be." All of her data on the other nations she had once carefully stored and kept so she could analyze what had gone wrong that day of the battle, now based mostly on her memories. And yet now she found herself on a very different situation; this time she was letting the A.I. play the role of Black Hole as she played the Allied Nations. As she walked, the scene around her changed. She pushed a few tanks backwards to bait them. Seven days had passed, and the laser fired at her units. Her Laser. The five hundred foot Death Ray she had built for Sturm those years ago. It felt so incredibly ironic.

"Damn it! At this rate I'm gonna lose. OH! I HATE loosing so much!" She pouted, crossed her arms in anger and nearly threw herself down to sit on the ground as the laser hologram harmlessly pass through her. The units behind her were completely obliterated. Well at least she could rest easy knowing how efficient that laser was?

"I'm not worried." Ha! For a few seconds Lash looked up at the man before returning to the puzzle before her. If she hadn't known any different, that could have really been Hawke sitting next to her. Wordlessly, she grinned and shut him off.

"Thanks birdbrain. Wherever you are." Holographic representation of him or not, Lash felt a tiny little better.

[[Open Log! Come bother Lash and talk with her as much as you like.]]

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She'd remember that name probably.

"Name's Lash. No last name, we didn't have those back home. And these..." she began explaining, turning around so she could move her hands in all directions, "...are the final moments of the so-called glorious army of Black Hole in Macro Land before Sturm was killed, scattering her forces." Wow that almost sounded pretty important too. Hawke would have said it was very poetic. "As you may already have guessed, I wasn't part of the Allied Nations back then."

Black Hole's turn. It sent out a few bombers at the Allied Nations, but it was a lost cause, really. They were overpowered from all sides, guns and death rays or not.

"You see that gigantic tower over there?" Well honestly who couldn't see it, it was almost five hundred feet tall. "I built that on Sturm's orders." Ahh gloating. "Oh and about half of all the weapons being used in this war, teeheehee!" She hit one of the nearby fake neotanks with a clang. "I still can't believe they had stolen my plans and built their own too! Well, that's what happens when the other fractions have no bright inventors like me. I guess the only reason they really won was because they had brute force and we had run out of resources by then." She knew she was lying, but heck, old habits died hard.

"That stuff looks pretty neat. You DESIGN this stuff? Wow." This ship really never ceased to amaze her: the only annoying thing was showing that amazement properly. While she was in her civies, it was important to act that part, and with that came this the whole "I'm amazed at everything its all blowing my mind" kind of thing. "I know I'm not supposed to be all about the violence or whatever, but even I can see it takes a lot of work. So you must be some kinda prodigy, right?"

Hey, call a spade a spade. What she wanted to know, what she REALLY was interested in, was getting new artillery. She'd already talked to Rein (who was awesome for so many reasons) about that new barrier jacket, not to mention was thrilled with Overlord Zetta's gift, but a girl could never have too many weapons.

"So what happened after you guys lost then? You just went your separate ways?"

"You're not supposed to be about violence?" Man some girls really got the short end of the stick. "That sucks! I got to be as violence as I ever wanted as a kid!" Lash that is really not a good time to say that. Not that there is a good time but...compliments! She loved them, and couldn't help but giggle. "Well! I was called Black Hole's Wunderkind for a reason," she told her.

"Well...I could show you. The sensoriums are great for playbacks. If you don't mind things getting a little gory of course." Was she testing her? Or just wanted to see her reaction at someone who didn't like violence? Maybe a little of both.

"Lucky you," Mindy said, making sure to keep her face impassive, though showing a little bit of longing. This was going to be tricky: gore was somethign Hit girl knew quite extensively, but Mindy wasn't supposed to. Still,s he could just pass itoff by saying shed seena lot of Holywood films like Saw or something. "So nobody told you that you shouldn't be doing stuff like that? Thats' pretty awesome. I figure that way the possiblities for what you could do are pretty endless then!"

She grinned. "I said I wasn't supposed to BE about violence. I'm still a New Yorker. Lead the way."

"Oh!" She had no idea what New York was, but hey, maybe it was someplace that had a lot of fights or something. "Let me just change the scene here..."

A movements of her hands and suddenly, the final moments of the battle. The five Black Hole Commanding officers in a corner, with all of the Allied Nations Commanding officers surrounding them. Lash herself is in the middle, blowing a raspberry at one of them; she doesn't seem too fazed despite the entire thing having just blown up (or at least pretending to be unfazed).

"I have come so far...only to be stopped by you," Sturm began, his voice deep and filled with annoyance. "I will sacrifice my own flesh and all of you...will join me in death!"

Suddenly the victorious celebration was cut short as everyone looked horrified. Even Lash. Man no one really liked dying. As the CO's plead with him to reconsider his options, one of the other Black Hole Commanders, Hawke, his second in command mere commented,

"Chance is a fickle thing. You never know when it might come your way." He raised his hand, and dark black smoke began to appear. "Sturm...I think it's time for you to go. Black Storm." The action was near instantaneous as the dark energy flew around its target, melting off everything and stealing the Sturm's very essence. The former leader gasped for breath as he could only utter.

"Hawke...you tra...t-" he knelt from the pain, blood spewing out everywhere and fell over.

"So what I remember from that part is how really, really bad he smelt," Lash interjected, probably ruining the mood as she turned the corpse over so it was easy to see the burned organs and melting flesh. She gave the corpse a small kick. "Kinda like really overcooked bacon. You get that on the battlefields too, but since Sturm was so close it was like...extra extra crispy.

The simulation ended.

"So after THAT, Hawke had saved everyone from suicidal leader there, and the rest of Black Hole followed him to fight another day. They let us leave since we'd saved their lives and all. Didn't mean they were happy about it. But then..." she trailed off and waved her hands again. This time a man in a floating fat chair showed up.

"This guy shows up and takes control of Black Hole under Hawke's nose! The nerve of the guy! Anyway he was dumb and lame and also dumb and merely wanted to use Black Hole so he could take all of the resources of the world and become immortal. Pffft! Hawke found out and he chased the both of us out with these jello man eating things called Oozium 238. It was so...ewwwwww! We joined forces with Orange Star because an enemy of your enemy is your friend and kicked his ass and the stupid Black Hole wanna Bolt Guard and I guess the rest is history or something." that was probably a lot of information but hey, Lash liked talking.

It was a lot of information, but nothing uninteresting. She even liked the way Lash described it, like being a world renowned villain was all in a days work. She definitely had to feign horror at Sturm's body though: truthfully, she would have taken the bastard out the minute he said anything about killing off everyone, but she had never seen it done quite so viciously as she did now. Not bad, not bad at all.

"That's pretty extreme," she said, making her lips tremble a bit. OK, that was a little over the top and was definitely annoying, but she had to keep what she thought and what Hit Girl thought separate. "But at least you got out of there, and were still able to do things now. So what do you do now that your team is gone and you're stuck here, on the ship?"

"Well I work in engineering of course," she explained. "Gotta keep the whole wanting to build dangerous weapons mind alive and well. And then there's...the other thing....something I never thought I'd end up doing."

The world's most dramatic pause. The world's most dramatic grin. Wait, wait could grins even be dramatic.

"Being a superhero."

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It took all of the strength she had not to start on about weapons herself as if she could talk all day about them (she could). Instead, she decided to play it safe, trying to speak as if she were just learning about someone who was still trying to understand why they would need dangerous weapons.

"A superhero." And that was just about the last thing she expected to hear. "You mean with the tights and the magic powers and all of that? How does someone who ran with that squad you were talking about become that? What are you, the female version of Tohru of the Dark Hand?"

"Tight, bright yellow spandex actually....what the hell is a Tohru?" Definitely not from the same universe.

"As for how I ended up wearing the outfit, uh...I guess it just kinda happened?" She rubbed her chin in thought. "Something about the morphers picking you, not you picking them and all that." Lash shrugged. "Maybe it's just a cosmic joke. Maybe it's just dumb luck. Maybe it's just fate. Maybe it's all three. But hey, when you're fighting big large evil aliens, the enemy of my enemy is your friend, right? I guess even bad girls have their streaks of niceness...mine's just more recent than others."

She snickered. "Seriously? Yellow spandex? That's a pretty weird costume. That sounds like the kinda costume this guy named Kick Ass would wear, or some lame ass power ranger. Tohru was on this show I used to watch, Jackie Chan Adventures. There was this fat guy named Tohru that was their enemy, but then he becomes their ally."

Oh crap, she WAS a power ranger. And here she was already insulting her. She felt a little bad too: of what she saw of the power rangers, she had never heard of any one being as cool as this girl anyway. "My bad. I didn't even know power rangers were on this ship. You must have some pretty neat members then. Who else is on the team?"

"Well..." she gave the girl a look. "With all due respect, how do I know you're not secretly some evil villain plotting my demise and wanting me to spill out the good so you can harm us all?"

She looked at her with a grin, scratching her nose. "I should know. I've done my fair share of...uh....eviling."

Best to see what reaction she would take now. She was usually pretty good in studying people's body language.

Mindy laughed. Her, evil? Not that was something she wished that daddy had been around to hear: the idea of her doing something evil would have been pretty alarming.

"Because you would have known already. Besides, I'm a ten year old girl, how evil could I possibly be, even if I was anyway?"

Ha. Just ha.

"Well I was pretty evil at ten," Lash replied with a small grin. "And one of the best Commanding Officers in Blue Moon right now is Colin." She moved her hands and an image of him appeared.

"He's nine." She rubbed her nose again. "I'm just saying. Never can be too careful and all that."

"You don't have to worry about that," Hit Girl said. "I've never had any reason to be evil. My dad taught me better than that, and he should know: he's had some pretty bad encounters with the crap that evil people do. Besides, you would know if I did something bad and be able to go after me anyway, right?"

Half a lie. Physically, she could totally hold her own. But be a bad guy? No was that was going to happen anytime soon.

"Depends," Lash argued, crossing her arms. "Never know what hidden identity someone might have or if they're vampires or garou or even cyborgs."

She spoke from experience.

"Okay, here's a question; why did Stacy unfreeze you?" Seemed simple enough, and it might help pass her judgment better.

Wow, but she hoped she didn't have to worry about any of those things on the ship. The one cyborg she's met was annoying enough, she didn't want to think about the possibility that she'd also have to deal with vampires and werewolves too. That would be way too annoying.

She blinked. Shit. How did she answer this question without giving herself away?

"I dunno," she said. "Not everyone knows why they were brought onto this Stacy ship thing, right? I mean, we know why you're here, that's pretty obvious. I don;t know what she wants me to do."

"I suppose..." She frowned a little. "Sorry if I don't see too happy about telling everything, I don't mind sharing info as far as I'm concerned, but I wouldn't want to be THAT team member who ends up spilling all of the beans. 'Sides, I've had a bad experience with that in the past." She recalled her talk with Big Zero. "Anyway, I'm sure you have some skills! I haven't seen her wake up anyone that as worthless...mostly." Big Zero, you got so much HATE from her.

"Hey, no worries," Hit girl said. "I was just trying to get an idea of who's joining what. I hear that there are clubs for heroes and stuff, and I'm a kid, so I'm thinking maybe the Outsiders, if only to gets stronger. Still sorta debating. But yeah...I hear you about it getting at you in the past."

BOY did she know about that.

"Well no, no one I've seen withiut skill. Although, you know, it'd be nice if Stacy were a little more selective. Demons, that nazi bitch...I mean, really?"

Well if Lash had been more cultured or carrying, she would have thought something was weird about a ten year old saying words like bitch. But really, that just passed waaaay over her head.

"Haha, maybe they just unpopped her for some Ohm bait. She'll insult them to death."

"Maybe even a test," Hit Girl said. "I mean, here we all are, trying to sort of forge together a team, and she pops up wanting people to fall into her own sort of divisions. She's got a pretty warped out look. The worst thing is no one's tried just flat out punching her in her big stupid mouth. I've seen people like her in my world before. Pretty nasty."

She shrugged. "So how's this place treating you, in relation to back at what used to be your home?"

"Not to bad actually," she answered truthfully. "I guess I do kinda miss a few people, but most of us have people left behind anyway." She shrugged. "One of my last memories was sneaking away from the festivities so I didn't become a glorified prison of war so I could say I've done better here than there."

"I'll say," Hit girl said. "It's a lot easier to move around here saying you're a hero when there are people who will actually believe you. Of course, they also have super powers and stuff, so it doesn't always give you the warm fuzzies either."

In fact, it was pretty intimidating.

"And you're sort of a hero here now, right?"

"Yeah..." she trained off, not really sure how she felt about that word. Hero was a pretty big deal in some places and she wasn't sure if she fit that bill at all. "...I guess. Dunno, I think I see myself more as an anti-hero at this point. Helping defeat the Ohm, but I won't be all nice about it."

Well THAT was something Mindy was all about, not that she could say it. When it really came down to it, her favorite hero was one that didn't act all nice, that beat bitches down when they needed it and gave out justice because that was all they understood.

Better to play it dumb though.

"What do you mean, not nice about it?"

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