Escape (Keith X OC)

Chapter 1

     I come from a planet called Peonia in sector 104, Harper. I am a Peonian. We are pretty much like humans in anatomy, except our organs are a bit smaller.

     Peonia is full of jungles and cities with tall buildings and ships zooming in and out. But, uh...I don't remember much of my biological family. I was taken away at the young age of 2. You see, most Peonian children are strongest when young. However, it is possible exceed primary energy's power by training.

     Now for me, apparently, I had more energy than most Peonian children my age. The Peonians knew that, though; pretty much everyone could sense or feel it. They all had high hopes of me becoming a great leader, a another great Master of healing for the next generation. There was no person on Peonia that would discourage the gifts one was blessed with and so I was encouraged to practice and strengthen my gift in order to guide the future.

     But of course, something changed that all. Like most planets in the galaxy, Peonia was attacked by none other than the STINKIN' GALRA. Ahem, excuse me.

     I was stolen during all of the chaos the Galra had caused by a woman named Haggar. I grew up with her on the Galra ship, training me to become some sort of human weapon. One that would obey their rules, regulate my freedom, and order me to exterminate innocents. They attempted to instill the thoughts of an obedient, sentient war machine with no morality on natural law. It makes me feel so, so...sick.

     I obviously did not agree with their ideals. It was in my Peonian instincts; a natural instinctive idea that life is precious and that war should be avoided. The only time war was permitted necessary was for a defense, protection. War should not be instigated if possible. The Galra were always picking for a fight like a man poking a sleeping bear with a stick. Their reasons to attack involved a craving for power and control. Their morals were all over the place, only caring for themselves.

     So, since I disagreed with the Galra's ideals, I failed a few missions I was sent on with complete intent. I did not want to have the weight of a million lives on my back. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I had not and, well, I like sleeping. Now, I couldn't fail every mission since I still want to live. Every failed mission had a cost, and it was painful.

     I have few scars, but nothing too serious. The only missions I ever completed, were the kind where I was sent to find some artifacts or specific spare parts for a new, Galra contraption. Don't worry though, I try to make sure their plans don't end the way they want. They may get what they need, but it doesn't mean their idea will work; I just insure that it doesn't.

     Anyway, that's pretty much my life as of now. So, quick synopsis? I'm a Peonian named Hope, renamed Tera by the Galra, Haggar in specific. I have the ability to use and gather energy with the skill of a master marksman and assassin. I "work" for the Galra by force since I have been chipped. I don't support their plans, so I rig their inventions and fail missions on purpose to hinder their endeavours. I'm 16 and I am preparing for a mission at this very moment.

In the Galra ship:

     I was in the training room with Haggar, preparing for my next mission. "Come here, girl. I think you have trained just enough," Haggar said. As I replied, She gave me a snickering look, "You fight well with those old blasters," she had pointed at the guns in my holsters. She continued, "Imagine what you could do with better, more advanced equipment."

     I shrugged and pulled them out, "Yeah, I guess, they are a little out of date. Heck, they weren't that up to date at the time when I got them. Not to mention how bulky they are." Haggar chuckled at my remark.

     Haggar spoke again, "Yes, well, that's why I think you'd appreciate these." She pulled out two bracers and strapped them on my arms.

I couldn't believe it, "Woah, no way! What are these? I mean, you know, what exactly do they do?"