Pain... Everything was pain. She felt the pain race across her body as she moved an arm. She wanted to get up, she wanted to find out what happened but all she could see was smoke, ash and sand. Her ears were ringing, muffling all sound around her but she swore she could hear explosions in the distance.
"...Go.... an...er...... surv....... re." A voice echoed
"Q........efo.......machi......us......" another voice, different from the first answered the first.
A sense of weightlessness as she felt herself being lifted up. She struggled to say something, anything but out of her mouth came coughing, and then blackness.
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The female figure woke with a start as she remembered the last part. Someone was speaking, there was pain and the fact that she couldn't move her bod...y.
The figure looked down, her clothing was replaced with simple cloth. Her arms were capable of movement albeit the many bandages that decorated herself as if she was a Mummy from ancient Egypt. Her auburn hair was tucked underneath a cap.
Weary eyes scanned the room to see it was made mostly of compact dirt with few beams of wood to support the roof. A simple cloth door seperated her from the rest of the building, if you could call it that. The room also had a simple table where a candle sat atop, lighting the room to reveal shelves full of bottles of multi-colored liquids.
"Okay Lauren... someone must have saved you from an accident... but why am I here instead of a hospital?" the girl asked herself.
Lauren was at the ripe age of 20 and was simply taking the train to her college when she felt a sudden impact. As far as she could remember she must have been part of a crash.
"Doctor? Nurse?" Lauren called out, she made to move yet her legs failed her, causing her to fall to the side of her bed.
Scurrying could be heard as footsteps rushed over to her location, the sounds grew closer as two figures pushed aside the cloth to reveal figures which caused Lauren to scream.
Large round ears and enlonged faces and whiskers. Dressed in simple vests and long pants and boots. and a tail swishing behind the pair
"Rat... RAT!" Lauren screeched at the top of her lungs causing the two to cover their ears. The one in front grimaced as the second only glanced discouragingly.
"We're Micefolk excuse you." the one in front scowled before mumbling something as it went over to the shelf and started to rumage.
"Sorry abou my sister, she hates being compared to those raas." the second apologized. "Name is Cera Sable, and tha is my sister Lucille Sable. We're known as the Sable Sisters." Cera took Lauren into her arms and placed her back into the bed.
"Micefolk? Where am I? What happened to me? What is going on?" Lauren cried.
"Shut yer yappers laddie, we were going to explain to yee what happened. Unlucky that yee got caught in the middle of a raid. We saved as many as we could but so far only yee had the best chance at surviving. If we pushed all our reserces we probably could save a few more." Lucille scoffed
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"So why aren't you saving them? Why let them suffer and die?" Lauren argued.
"Its not that simple laddie. We're deep within enemy territory, we can't afford to make constant supply runs without the risk of us being found out. If yee want to save them then do it yer self." Lucille growled and continued to rummage through the shelves.
"She can be quite tempermental, still to explain. We are Micefolk, bipedal anthromorphs as you humans termed us as, who live naturally on the plane of Konchitan. You are in the middle of the desert near one of the Walled Cities, a common ground for the machines also known as the Metallic Empire to attack in their evergrowing search for metal goods." Cera explained.
She held up a finger, seeing as Lauren opened her mouth to speak.
"We do not control the walled cities, those belong to another inorganic being known as the Chels Society. A race of puppets and clockworks who are more tolerant of organics than the Metallic Empire is. To even enter we'd have to apply months beforehand where they're council would argue amongst each other before approving or rejecting. People in need of saving... in your state it would be to late. So we have our own outposts. Underground bunkers if you will." Cera replied.
Lucille approached with a green bottle in her hand, it was already unstoppered and a minty scent wafted toward Lauren.
"Drink this, it'll make yee feel better." Lucille spoke, ice in her voice.
"What is it?" Lauren was bewildered at the turn of events. She was suppose to be in Mr. Minchell's class studying Engineering. Why was she here in some underground bunker. Did she appear in an entirely new world?
She had never heard of Konchitan. There definately were not Micefolk in existence. She also had never heard of the Chels Society nor the Metallic Empire.
"Its a Soothing Potion. Its to relieve a person of stress, our apperance and the general situations has caused ye much of it." Lucille explained.
"Tha... Thank you." Lauren studdered, taking the vial in hand she took a sip, mint overloading her senses as she felt her vision swimming. The room shook as the two micefolk sisters swam in and out of vision. They spoke words, Lucille? had turned to face the other before darkness overtook her once more.
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"Was that really necessary sis." Cera grimaced at the sight of Lauren slumping in her bed.
"We have to be sure, the puppets are still striving fer perfection, You've seen the expiriment they've done with the cerpse. How can you not be convinced they've finally upgraded to experiment with dolls or puppets made of flesh, you've seen her clothing. Designs such as those could only be produced by the Walled Cities . If only you'd let me disect her we can find out how far those damn puppets have taken this "project" of theirs." Lucille glowered, the air turning heavy with tension as her sister paused.
Deciding her next words carefully she spoke. "And risk the life of an innocent woman? We swore to protect the people caught up in this war between the Artificials, you've seen the state of those who we've found. they were blasted apart, decimated, a group of civilians caught in a warzone. And you have the gull to call her a spy." Cera spat, distaste already spreading in her mouth at the abhorrent behavior her sister was displaying.
"We can't take chances, the lives of this cell is dependant on if we can stay hidden, with all of this metal and enchanted wood... both sides would kill to claim this cavern." Lucille bellowed.
"Quiet! I can understand your concern but we vowed to protect those injured in the fighting... if she were to die for any reason not caused by us. You can disect her all you want" Cera compromised.
"Perfect, as soon as she's healthy she's going on a scavenging mission with me." Lucille smirked and she pushed aside the curtain and walked out of the room.
Cera frowned. She reached over to her pocket to pull out a slab of metal, simply touching the side caused it to light up with numbers and words she couldn't understand. What was... November? What is this nine dots that would make lines if you slide your finger across it? A secret transmission device?
Cera took one look at Lauren before pocketing the device. "Please... please prove that your innocent... that you aren't working for either side... that you can help us..."
Cera took one last look and she exited out of the room. Lauren mumbling something about mint and sheeps.