Mission Reboot

Objective 3: Past To Future

I couldn't believe it, she looked like someone I used to know only she couldn't be, that was three hundred and twenty-nine years ago.

I asked myself who was she, later I find out my eyes gave off a bright white glow it fully taking over my eye, my eyes locked on to her and the words face recognition popped into my view. It only took a moment before it brought up a profile of her and I looked at family history. Turned out she was the great-great-great-granddaughter of Xana Vay, making her the fifth generation of her family line since my time. She was part of an old family friend. I turned back to the profile and read a bit more on her alone.

Name: Kharlie Vyla
Race: Zakiyan 40%, Noelanian 30%, Lunonian 15%, and Lamronian 10%

I stopped there and looked back at her with a curious look she had the light mocha color skin and long brown hair with purple eyes and a warm smile. Her purple eyes reminded me of the Noelani people and then when she spoke I focused on her.

"Could you call off your friends, I mean you no harm. I just want to help you." She said taking a step back to show what she said was true. I didn't know how to tell her that I couldn't so I just looked over at my family of wagnerdron's and see if I could this time. I looked into his eyes and I hoped it worked. I don't know if it was real or not but for a moment I heard his voice in mine as he relaxed and the others followed. They walked a ways away but you could still see them as silhouette with glowing eyes every now and again.

I turned my attention back to her and listened. "I know who you really are, because only a family can hold it's mark on a life long wagnerdron if there is someone alive in the family. So my question is why are you here and where have you been?" There was a hint of worry and I wondered why that was when she didn't know me.

I took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. "Well to start how about we go somewhere a little less open." I said before watching her nod. I took one last look at my grave before walking away.

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I had followed her to her house which wasn't to far away of a walk. I took a look around before noticing she had a pet of her own, a zeranoo. It had three horns to small ones on it's nose one behind the other and the last one in the middle of it's forehead, it also had a mane that was striped in navy blue and grey, and like a mohawk along the neck it's body a charcoal color with ice blue eyes light grey strips covering his body along his neck and legs. It reminded me of the ones we had used for war, it was hard to take that that was a long time ago and not just a few months before I had went undercover. I let out a small sign out of habit and we walked inside the hut like house.

She walked into the kitchen and I took a seat on the couch. "Would you like something to eat or maybe something to drink?" I asked for some water and slid my hood off and thinking. What was I going to do now? I wasn't a detective anymore, I wasn't even alive according to records and it was right in a way. I has so many questions and very few answers.

Kharlie came out and set the cup down in front of me as well as an old looking folded up paper. "This is from Xana she always said you weren't dead and to give this to you. We all thought she was crazy but at the same time we didn't have the heart to throw it out so we kept it, and I'm glad I did." She sat down across from me in a chair, sipping on her tea, waiting. So then I start explaining what had happened over three hundred years ago.

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Shock, it covered her face with an open jaw to match. After a moment she set her cup down and got up going to a room. While I waited I read the note smiling softly and folding it back up putting it in my boot for safe keeping. She returned and sits back down in front of me with a smile.

"Okay so let's make you a person again then we can get down to the bottom of this. I'm sure you have lots of questions because I know I do and if not I want answers we'll be meeting with a friend of mine in the morning." We both got up and she hands me some cloths to sleep in and we start walking to our rooms. Closing the door behind me I change and take the lock box I had found earlier and opened it up. It was photos of my family and our wagnerdrons as the years went on mine sitting in the picture alone without me at her side. I felt like crying but nothing came to my eyes and my heart sank down. As I got closer to the bottom of the box another note came into my possession and I opened it up taking a read:

Dear Olympia,

We write to you because deep down we know your not dead. We don't know where you are or if you'll ever come home but if you read this then then it's something important we have to tell you. Your wagnerdron has gone missing and she's nowhere on the planet to be found we don't think she was captured but we won't stop looking till we hear the roaring howls of sorrow from her family telling us different. We miss you and we hope this gets to you soon your father isn't doing well and so we moved back to his home world in hopes he gets better.

Love,
Mom & Dad

I reread it several times before going back to the photos looking at the last picture she was in and saw that it had the date she disappeared and only three wagnerdron's stood in the picture. I let out a gasp when I see that it was only a week from the day I was turned into this thing...... a cyborg.

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A/N:
Sorry for over two weeks of no new chapters been busy and slot has been going on around me so just hang in there. But on a different note we have our story slowly start to unravel and lots of questions with no answers so next time on Mission Reboot......

Character(s):

Name: Olympia Zaylon
Age: Unknown
Race: Zakiyan and Noelanian mix
M.P. & Level: Soul Magic, 13
Skill: 11
P.B.O & P.A.M: *Zakiya; Zakiya
Social Rank: Was Under cover detective, Now Dead, Reality Unknown
Bonds: Kharlie