Aero_Hawk
Jun 14, 2005, 07:12 PM
Here is the first part of chapter one lightside, as i see links dont work very well... anyway.
Terra Hawkins, a young, five foot seven, seventeen year-old girl, was about to take the trial that would give her her future as a Hunter. After seven years of long, hard, grueling training she had reached this moment. The moment that would determine her fate. She hoped to be a savior in these dark times. The war on Coral had driven her away; one day she hoped to return to her true home. These artificial walls were no home. She wanted to feel the winds through her hair again, see the oceans again. When the war was over she would return. He idea was if she can?t help her home world at least help its people. That is why she joined the Pioneer project.
She stood off to the side of a teleporter in a perfectly formed line of students, watching the doors to the virtual reality simulator. Soon a fifteen-year-old RAmar stepped out of VR crying. The instructor of the group looked him over. ?Ha, you expect to survive in reality if you can?t even live through a simulation?? He ripped up a small, plastic card. ?License denied.?
She was next. ?Hawkins, Terra Hawkins,? the instructor called out. She walked by him, and without even giving him a glance, said coolly, ?It?s Hawk.? She stepped into the VR teleporter and was instantly transported to the VR field.
The VR technology was so good, there was even wind, which slightly ruffled her dyed, lower back length, purple hair and baggy, red military-style pants. No one knew what color her hair really was; even her parents had long forgotten its natural color. Hawk ?straightened? her hat, which in reality meant she put it off to the right side of her head, crookedly. She tightened the black leather rubber shirt with the dark gray belts around her fine figure.
She looked around with her sharp, green eyes. They were about two inches apart and stared down her slender nose. A few strands of hair fell across her painted face, which was made up of thick dark green and brown lines, military camouflage paint. You could still see light skin underneath it as there were quite a few gaps. She clenched her well-established jaw line and took a step forward.
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Terra Hawkins, a young, five foot seven, seventeen year-old girl, was about to take the trial that would give her her future as a Hunter. After seven years of long, hard, grueling training she had reached this moment. The moment that would determine her fate. She hoped to be a savior in these dark times. The war on Coral had driven her away; one day she hoped to return to her true home. These artificial walls were no home. She wanted to feel the winds through her hair again, see the oceans again. When the war was over she would return. He idea was if she can?t help her home world at least help its people. That is why she joined the Pioneer project.
She stood off to the side of a teleporter in a perfectly formed line of students, watching the doors to the virtual reality simulator. Soon a fifteen-year-old RAmar stepped out of VR crying. The instructor of the group looked him over. ?Ha, you expect to survive in reality if you can?t even live through a simulation?? He ripped up a small, plastic card. ?License denied.?
She was next. ?Hawkins, Terra Hawkins,? the instructor called out. She walked by him, and without even giving him a glance, said coolly, ?It?s Hawk.? She stepped into the VR teleporter and was instantly transported to the VR field.
The VR technology was so good, there was even wind, which slightly ruffled her dyed, lower back length, purple hair and baggy, red military-style pants. No one knew what color her hair really was; even her parents had long forgotten its natural color. Hawk ?straightened? her hat, which in reality meant she put it off to the right side of her head, crookedly. She tightened the black leather rubber shirt with the dark gray belts around her fine figure.
She looked around with her sharp, green eyes. They were about two inches apart and stared down her slender nose. A few strands of hair fell across her painted face, which was made up of thick dark green and brown lines, military camouflage paint. You could still see light skin underneath it as there were quite a few gaps. She clenched her well-established jaw line and took a step forward.
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