Small warning: Harsh language and some adult themes come into play in this fiction.
The lazy drone of the classroom fan could be heard over the teacher's dull, monotonous voice, making it hard for the students to make out just what she was saying. The Newman's ears could easily have sorted out who was saying what, if he had cared, but right now his attention was focused elsewhere. Neuri, a FOmarl in training, shifted uncomfortably in the hard seats they had been provided with, causing his gaze to travel along with the female's "features". Her eyes turned to meet his for a moment, yet the young FOnewm did not look away with shame. He smiled, but more importantly, she smiled back. The human force turned and whispered something to a friend of hers, and immediately the two had to suppress their giggles. The newman would like to take this as a very good sign, and turned to face the teacher as she rapped on her desk and called out his name.
"Kangae! Have you heard a word I just said?" Their teacher, as pretty as she was, had quite the temper. Though she always managed to get the lesson across them, her usually boring manner of doing so made her the least favorite of his teachers. The subject though, was interesting to say the least. Magical arts in all their glory, yet they seldom had the chance to practice in class.
"No ma'am, after the first couple the rest just seemed to slur together." This resulted in some laughter from the other students, the sound of which he relished. They were silenced with a cold glare from Ms. Jibun, but his goals had been accomplished for the day, so he didn't particularly care about the consequences to follow.
"You do know that your failing, Kangae.. Or would you like me to read your grades to the class? If you keep this up, your going to have to drop out of the academy." The newman merely shrugged this off,
"We all know that in this factory, only the tests matter. Even if I don't ace the written tests, you know my usefulness in the field will get me through." Kangae smirked, knowing it was the truth. The Hunters Academy was churning out "successful" students at an unusually rapid rate, making some question the government's motives behind funding so much in the training hunters.
"Oh really? In the real battle field, the ones with attitudes like yours are the first to fall."
"Either that, or the first to become famous war heroes." The Newman retorted. His teacher sighed, and sat down with a raised hand.
"That's enough Kangae, this discussion is over. Tomorrow will be a training day, so I want you all to make sure to get a good nights rest. And that does not mean go party with your friends till the early hours, I think we all know who I'm referring to. Your all dismissed, so you can get out of my classroom now."
"What about the meteorite that hit us earlier on? Haven't they given you any more details besides that?" A random hunter in the back added, while others merely gathered their belongings and headed out the door. Neuri was amongst those who left, so Kangae decided his best move would follow suite, despite his own curiosity. Luckily, Ms. Jibun merely dismissed the question with a wave. For a moment his consience took over, when he saw the lines of worry crease her face, and some sort of desperation behind her eyes trigged a sense inside him. This instinct he could read easily, he knew something was wrong, he could feel it.. But another promising look from the apple of his eye shrouded this, and he chose to follow.
Not three steps away from the classroom door, did a screaming whistle fill the air as the ground trembled suddenly. A shining object came crashing through the roof, burying itself into the floor, blasting away chairs and desks, forcing all in the area to fall to their knees or knocking them flat on their backs. Their room was on the bottom level of the hunter's academy, so the second 'meteorite' had nowhere else to force itself into. Shattered metal blew apart while deep cracks ran deep along the floor, those unfortunate enough to still be within the premise of the initial crater were thrown back against the wall, breaking bones in some, while lapsing others into unconsciousness. The building groaned, as if acknowledging that it had been shot by this mysterious object. Previous cause forgotten, Kangae rushed back the way he just came. Several students lay wounded, while the teacher was just recovering from her fall. In the middle of the massive dent was the source of their troubles, a smooth, silver orb. This itself glowed with heat, causing the Newman the step back and wrinkle his eyes as the extreme change in temperatures caused his skin to tingle uncomfortably. Ms. Jibun was up and over to the fallen students, the FOnewm followed her without hesitation. Kneeling beside the same wounded, his teacher motioned to the burns.
"Can you take care of these?" Though her voice was hoarse, she still struggled to maintain a level of authority in it. He nodded deftly in response, and watched her for a moment as she stepped over to another student. Kangae let his fingers brush against the burns, a soft, greenish blue light flickered where he numbed the pain and repaired burnt skin and nerves. He knew this not by trade, or of disciplined knowledge, he went entirely by feel. The charred bits of flesh felt ugly, white tinged by a sickening red. When he reached out through them, he could feel what they felt, their pain, and their relief. And then it was over, the tinged and brutal feeling gone, taken into himself and destroyed by the purifying green. Kangae opened his eyes, not remembering that he had closed them. The Newman was glad to see the smooth, flawless flesh left behind on the shoulder of the female. Pretty, but nothing compared to Neuri. He moved on, working as fast and as efficient as possible. Once you heal someone, you know not only the pain that they feel, but the ending relief and pleasure from the magic taking its effect. In this sense, healing was somewhat addictive, and was strictly monitored and supervised in schools and on the fields. Unless the situation proved dire, students were not allowed to use such magic. Yet the teacher had disregarded this completely, and all for the sake of some mere burns. The FOnewm was seriously considering not giving Ms. Jibun a hard time anymore. They made quick work of the situation, but when Kangae turned to speak to the elder female she merely shook her head. Healed students around them stared dully around, and at the object that had struck such calamity in the classroom; While they assured the healers they were fine, one girl, the first that the FOnewm had worked with, had curled herself up into a ball and was whimpering on the floor.
Kangae snorted, some people simply had no endurance. Brushing a long strand of dark red hair out of his eyes, the newman force turned to inspect the orb that had fallen into the Hunter Academy. As he watched, the silver sphere, the color now recognizable since it was no longer glowing from heat, rose, perhaps three feet from the ground. Then it began to spin on an axis, slowly, deliberately, showcasing the dull runes carved into the metal. As it spun, his ears twitched, several times, and then ceased entirely. Also, the female on the ground broke into a scream, shouting profanities and uttering curses. Yet out of the slurred words came something that sent a chill through his spine,
"There's something inside my head, Ms. Jibun, I can see it.. I can see it crawling.." For a moment the teacher had calmed the school girl to a whisper, but then the shouting started anew as the orb shifted in its axis. Again his lengthy newman ears twitched, and he had to admit that it was getting annoying. Kangae's green eyes registered the fear and hatred wreathed on her face, and for the moment the female simply mouthed words of sorrow, and questions of hatred. It was only a matter of time before an investigation squad came down came down and confiscated the article in question, within five beats afterwards, the students were called back to their dormitories. Inquisitions asked were met with harsh, biting remarks that gave them no answers, something was obviously chewing on the official's nerves, but they suspected it would be a long time 'till the public was notified of any discoveries about just what the two orbs meant.
In a relatively little amount of time, the citizens of the Pioneer 2 retreated into their shells, trying to prepare themselves for the worst.
Contamination
Chapter 1
Outbreak
Chapter 1
Outbreak
The lazy drone of the classroom fan could be heard over the teacher's dull, monotonous voice, making it hard for the students to make out just what she was saying. The Newman's ears could easily have sorted out who was saying what, if he had cared, but right now his attention was focused elsewhere. Neuri, a FOmarl in training, shifted uncomfortably in the hard seats they had been provided with, causing his gaze to travel along with the female's "features". Her eyes turned to meet his for a moment, yet the young FOnewm did not look away with shame. He smiled, but more importantly, she smiled back. The human force turned and whispered something to a friend of hers, and immediately the two had to suppress their giggles. The newman would like to take this as a very good sign, and turned to face the teacher as she rapped on her desk and called out his name.
"Kangae! Have you heard a word I just said?" Their teacher, as pretty as she was, had quite the temper. Though she always managed to get the lesson across them, her usually boring manner of doing so made her the least favorite of his teachers. The subject though, was interesting to say the least. Magical arts in all their glory, yet they seldom had the chance to practice in class.
"No ma'am, after the first couple the rest just seemed to slur together." This resulted in some laughter from the other students, the sound of which he relished. They were silenced with a cold glare from Ms. Jibun, but his goals had been accomplished for the day, so he didn't particularly care about the consequences to follow.
"You do know that your failing, Kangae.. Or would you like me to read your grades to the class? If you keep this up, your going to have to drop out of the academy." The newman merely shrugged this off,
"We all know that in this factory, only the tests matter. Even if I don't ace the written tests, you know my usefulness in the field will get me through." Kangae smirked, knowing it was the truth. The Hunters Academy was churning out "successful" students at an unusually rapid rate, making some question the government's motives behind funding so much in the training hunters.
"Oh really? In the real battle field, the ones with attitudes like yours are the first to fall."
"Either that, or the first to become famous war heroes." The Newman retorted. His teacher sighed, and sat down with a raised hand.
"That's enough Kangae, this discussion is over. Tomorrow will be a training day, so I want you all to make sure to get a good nights rest. And that does not mean go party with your friends till the early hours, I think we all know who I'm referring to. Your all dismissed, so you can get out of my classroom now."
"What about the meteorite that hit us earlier on? Haven't they given you any more details besides that?" A random hunter in the back added, while others merely gathered their belongings and headed out the door. Neuri was amongst those who left, so Kangae decided his best move would follow suite, despite his own curiosity. Luckily, Ms. Jibun merely dismissed the question with a wave. For a moment his consience took over, when he saw the lines of worry crease her face, and some sort of desperation behind her eyes trigged a sense inside him. This instinct he could read easily, he knew something was wrong, he could feel it.. But another promising look from the apple of his eye shrouded this, and he chose to follow.
Not three steps away from the classroom door, did a screaming whistle fill the air as the ground trembled suddenly. A shining object came crashing through the roof, burying itself into the floor, blasting away chairs and desks, forcing all in the area to fall to their knees or knocking them flat on their backs. Their room was on the bottom level of the hunter's academy, so the second 'meteorite' had nowhere else to force itself into. Shattered metal blew apart while deep cracks ran deep along the floor, those unfortunate enough to still be within the premise of the initial crater were thrown back against the wall, breaking bones in some, while lapsing others into unconsciousness. The building groaned, as if acknowledging that it had been shot by this mysterious object. Previous cause forgotten, Kangae rushed back the way he just came. Several students lay wounded, while the teacher was just recovering from her fall. In the middle of the massive dent was the source of their troubles, a smooth, silver orb. This itself glowed with heat, causing the Newman the step back and wrinkle his eyes as the extreme change in temperatures caused his skin to tingle uncomfortably. Ms. Jibun was up and over to the fallen students, the FOnewm followed her without hesitation. Kneeling beside the same wounded, his teacher motioned to the burns.
"Can you take care of these?" Though her voice was hoarse, she still struggled to maintain a level of authority in it. He nodded deftly in response, and watched her for a moment as she stepped over to another student. Kangae let his fingers brush against the burns, a soft, greenish blue light flickered where he numbed the pain and repaired burnt skin and nerves. He knew this not by trade, or of disciplined knowledge, he went entirely by feel. The charred bits of flesh felt ugly, white tinged by a sickening red. When he reached out through them, he could feel what they felt, their pain, and their relief. And then it was over, the tinged and brutal feeling gone, taken into himself and destroyed by the purifying green. Kangae opened his eyes, not remembering that he had closed them. The Newman was glad to see the smooth, flawless flesh left behind on the shoulder of the female. Pretty, but nothing compared to Neuri. He moved on, working as fast and as efficient as possible. Once you heal someone, you know not only the pain that they feel, but the ending relief and pleasure from the magic taking its effect. In this sense, healing was somewhat addictive, and was strictly monitored and supervised in schools and on the fields. Unless the situation proved dire, students were not allowed to use such magic. Yet the teacher had disregarded this completely, and all for the sake of some mere burns. The FOnewm was seriously considering not giving Ms. Jibun a hard time anymore. They made quick work of the situation, but when Kangae turned to speak to the elder female she merely shook her head. Healed students around them stared dully around, and at the object that had struck such calamity in the classroom; While they assured the healers they were fine, one girl, the first that the FOnewm had worked with, had curled herself up into a ball and was whimpering on the floor.
Kangae snorted, some people simply had no endurance. Brushing a long strand of dark red hair out of his eyes, the newman force turned to inspect the orb that had fallen into the Hunter Academy. As he watched, the silver sphere, the color now recognizable since it was no longer glowing from heat, rose, perhaps three feet from the ground. Then it began to spin on an axis, slowly, deliberately, showcasing the dull runes carved into the metal. As it spun, his ears twitched, several times, and then ceased entirely. Also, the female on the ground broke into a scream, shouting profanities and uttering curses. Yet out of the slurred words came something that sent a chill through his spine,
"There's something inside my head, Ms. Jibun, I can see it.. I can see it crawling.." For a moment the teacher had calmed the school girl to a whisper, but then the shouting started anew as the orb shifted in its axis. Again his lengthy newman ears twitched, and he had to admit that it was getting annoying. Kangae's green eyes registered the fear and hatred wreathed on her face, and for the moment the female simply mouthed words of sorrow, and questions of hatred. It was only a matter of time before an investigation squad came down came down and confiscated the article in question, within five beats afterwards, the students were called back to their dormitories. Inquisitions asked were met with harsh, biting remarks that gave them no answers, something was obviously chewing on the official's nerves, but they suspected it would be a long time 'till the public was notified of any discoveries about just what the two orbs meant.
In a relatively little amount of time, the citizens of the Pioneer 2 retreated into their shells, trying to prepare themselves for the worst.
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