NCTBA (The North-Central Tech of Biological Anomalies)

"You shut your mouth down there you dumbass!" The guard at the receiving end of the words flinched and nodded, pulling his weapon closer to him. Commander Turk, however, was merely grinning at this response. A menacing chuckle and a swing of his foot later, he was headed out from the main gate and toward the command center. The speakers had called him almost twenty minutes ago, but time was of no concern to the cyborg. He would arrive when he saw fit, and his superiors would simply need to wait.

He did eventually arrive as expected and turned on the comms channel, his eyes being met with that of a young woman named Myuke. She grinned a little and gave a nod. "Commander Turk, we have new orders from HQ. Units 124, 148 and 135 are to be terminated, as they are not up to expected code. Please attend to this matter as soon as you are able to!" He only nodded in response before the channel was closed again. A wide grin met his face; he'd long waited for the day to come when he'd once more get to dispose of projects. It was one of his favorite parts of his duties at this point.

Without a single care left to worry about, he wandered down the containment halls, pressing the hidden 'eject' buttons above the doors. Thanks to the sound canceling walls, no one needed to hear a thing.... And it was better left that way. However, when he arrived at the holding cell of Unit 135, a sadistic grin met his face. He decided to have a bit of fun with this one, and pulled her out by her wrist.

The child was shaken out of sleep by the rough handling, but was unable to form the sounds to scream for help. Not that it mattered, of course. In this facility, no one could or would dare to try and help her. Commander Turk grinned down at her, shoving her in through a door and slamming it behind her. Her wings were cramped painfully into the small space, but after just a moment and a push of a button she was falling.......

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Unit 135 did the best she could to slow her descent, but this only caused a great deal of pain to her large and sensitive wings. The spinning blade below was loud and droning, as if begging her to come say hello. Fear and panic were gripping at the small child as she struggled. Before long she realized she simply couldn't stop her fall, and instead decided to go down head-first. At least then it wouldn't hurt for long.....

What felt like an hour passed as she continued to fall, white light having bathed her moments ago now. realization came over her; the spinning blade was long behind her now. She'd somehow gotten past it without any pain at all, and she was alive and moving still. A smile met her face, followed by tears of what had to have been joy.

She was alive. She was safe. At least, for now.

The child was spat out of the chute, tumbling over to a mass of trees nearby. Dirt clung to her wings and clothing along the way before she came to a stop, skidding along the ground a moment on her stomach. A few shaky breaths escaped her, and she did her best to get footing on the ground below. Without sight or any sense like it, her sense of direction had all but vanished. The only way she could tell what direction was up was that the ground was beneath her. That was a plus, at least.

Shaking hands pressed against a nearby tree. This was an organic material she had never before gotten the chance to feel or experience, but it was certainly one she now enjoyed. Small, bare feet moved slowly beneath her as she began to wander into the trees around her, away from the facility that had consumed her life until now.

Unit 135's eyes widened as she felt the cracks forming, though the physical reaction served no real purpose other than expression. With a few steps backward and a stumble, her focus remained on the tree, now from slightly afar. She desperately tried to sense what should have been obvious changes in the tree's waveforms, but it was of no use. The child was hardly in tune with her abilities.

"H....Hello....?" Her faint voice called out, sounding as if it hadn't been used in years. To be fair, that was in fact the reason. Not once during her time in the facility had she ever spoken to anyone, which was one of the many factors that led to her disposal in the first place. She struggled to stay standing, but exhaustion and panic drove her onto her back. She hesitantly and blindly pulled herself backward and away from the cracked tree, hoping that she wasn't backing into a trap of some sort. After all, that would be like Commander Turk to do to her for daring to attempt escape.....

With the new, clean air permeating the area, Unit 135 seemed to relax a little. The oddly comforting tone of Elemund's voice certainly seemed to help as well. The young blue haired child found a nearby tree and used it to keep some balance as she stood, her eyes somehow managing to focus on the man despite their lack of use. Her ruffled hair was not hiding her eyes the way they normally did, and the green and blue orbs seemed to have a faint glow around their greyed-out pupils. There was no verbal response to that, and instead she pointed toward him questioningly. She wanted to know who he was, but couldn't seem to ask.

It took a moment for the young unit to process his words. After a short while she shook her head, a frown on her face. In truth she'd become quite distracted by this vision of Elemund's eyes, which was now the first thing she'd ever seen before. The hue alone was able to captivate the very small child, and in her daze she once more shook her head back and forth. Once more it took awhile before she could think of how else she would respond, and after a moment she held up her right hand to her face. Imprinted in red on the back was her unit number. This was the closest she'd ever had to a name, and it was fairly clear that she didn't like it all that much.

During this time of seeing Elemund's eyes, her own seemed to glow very faintly. Before it had merely been a trick of light, but now they were managing to do so on their own. If nothing else it acted as a forewarning to the awakening of her powers that would begin to occur soon after their meeting.

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Though normally an action like this from anyone would frighten her, let alone someone so much larger than herself, Unit 135 didn't seem to be upset by this action. In fact, she let her other hand move to his and give a small squeeze to two of his fingers. It was in this that she realized how big he truly had to be, even just by his hands. By her judgement, he had to be roughly the same size as Commander Turk. And yet, Elemund was no where near as startling as him.

What almost looked like a faint smile met the young child's face as she turned her head up toward him. Tears had started to form and drip slowly down her face before she pulled her left hand away again to wipe them away. She still let Elemund hold her other one, seemingly comforted by the grasp on it. With a raspy, whispered tone, she managed out a very slight "thank you."