I went to sleep that night with a headache. I couldn't figure out the cause, but sleep came slow.

A Klaxxon sounding woke me. "Get up, Corporal" someone kicked me. Not my bunk, me. And kicked me hard.

I got up, looking down, I was not wearing the clothes I went to bed with. I looked through, my windows, and they still worked, and my ability to move between dimensions also worked, but I didn't try to leave.

A wrench the length of my leg falls on the floor next to me, the open end would fit around one of my feet, with room to spare.

I look up to see where it came from, and am surprised to see what I could only describe as an oversized power armor.

"Corporal, get a move on. Our position was compromised, we have to get out of here. Go break the locks free, so the pilot can get the suit out of here." An older man says to me.

My headache comes back with a vengeance. Memories of what to do, and how, are forced into my mind. The names of some of the people around me, and I am supposedly a refugee they picked up. I am called Corporal because I was wearing a corporal's uniform when I was found, and didn't know my own name.

"Administrator, stop messing with the timeline." I grumble.

I grab the stupid large wrench, walking toward the power armor, and pry on a series of locks holding it down to a truck's trailer. I got twelve off, and a woman with a bright yellow bodysuit runs by me, and jumps up onto the machine.

"Thanks again, Corporal. There is one more over there." She points, and I rush to the right arm to take off the #13 I was looking for.

"Your job is done, the pilot is onboard, and you need to get out of here." Someone yells, while pushing me. I never see their face.

I see something that looks like a four wheeler. I get on, and manipulate controls, that although I have no idea what I am doing, its muscle memory, as if it has been done hundreds of times.

The people look like they are rushing to one area and follow suit. Opening the throttle, the light vehicle under me tries to lift its front end off the ground, so I stand on the floorboards, put more weight over the front end, pushing it a bit harder.

An explosion goes off behind me. Refusing to look back, I push toward the spot these people are headed. Another explosion, the concussion made me waiver, the searing heat washed over my back.

The destination everyone headed to was an underground bunker. A fairly stout one, by the looks of it. I glance at the sun, both clocks are progressing at the same time. I aim for the bunker's ramp, beginning to get close enough to somewhat relax. Another explosion goes off behind me, and people pass me attempting to get in the bunker.

A half a second later, I realized they were parts of people, I was already giving this thing everything it had, and I got passed by human-made debris.

I skidded to a halt and dove through the door before the little machine fully came to a stop.

The power armor I had gotten the locks off of, lands on the ground, on its back, crushing the little vehicle in front of the bunker. The people on either side of me drag me away, and shut the heavy doors.

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"Glad to see you made it, Corporal." A woman in her thirties says. I simply give my thanks, and go back to staying quiet.

Sounds of bombs dropping resounded in through the building. I looked around. Everyone here was service personnel.

I started looking through crates in the back, and decided I wanted better protection than what the simple clothes I was wearing would offer.

After looking, and finding nothing, I walked into the crates, brought up my modified Chamber Armor, changed the whole thing to matte black, and disabled any lighting modules.

I changed into the same outfit I had given Lyla, black, and pink, then applied the suit around me.

I took it off, set an all black outfit in the opened seat, then applied another one.

"Hey, there is a suit back here." I say making it look like I just finished putting this one on.

One of The guys runs back here and goes to put it on, but stops when he realized he wouldn't fit.

"The outfit in the seat had a bra and a skirt", I said to the men who were coming back. None of the women who had made it were close to my size.

I take a step, and move through the poses I had seen Lyla use, and activate the helmet.

"Let me out." I say as I approach the door. I jog out, and decide I don't have a choice but to try to fly.

The bright blue flare lifts me off the ground, harder and faster, than anything I had felt before. I see the large suit, it had hunkered down behind a rock, and two more suits firing at it.

I landed on the suit I knew, stole the dagger off its back, which was an unwieldy sword to me, and launched myself toward the two firing at me.

And, then I realized what I was doing wrong. I looked up, and decided to see how high I could go. And at that speed, I made myself appear next to one of the suits shooting toward the base. I decided to go back to the location I had been at; taking everything but the cockpit with me.

Once there, I take the gun from the machine's hand, and make sure it appears next to the one guarding the base. It picks up the gun, turns around the rock, fires one shot, promptly followed by a pretty cloud of smoke and fire.

I then try to land, its a lot harder than it looks. Finally I get it, the whole time the suit in front of me doesn't move. And then the other suit crashes behind me. I deactivate the helmet, and wave at the armor I had helped.

A small door on the front opened, the woman from earlier jumped out, running toward me.

"Corporal, where did you get that? And why are you here." She looks panicked, her name comes with a small headache.

"I found it in the bunker. There was another, but this one had a pink outfit in the seat."

"Get back to base, leave the helmet on until I am standing in front of you. I want you to be next to the transport trailer when I get back."

"Okay Lisa, what is the comm channel?"

"That thing has a radio?" She looks around, then grabs the front of it. "Corporal, stay in that suit and off any frequencies until I tell you to take it off."

I flew around the larger armor, until it was moving again, then flew up, and observed from the sky.

Once back at the base, I waited for Lisa to stand outside the building.

I tried to land it, and had an easier time with round two; it still took seven tries though.

"Get out. Now." Lisa said once I was on the ground.

She then approached the armor, and looked around inside.

"Corporal, slowly climb back in. Show me how you put this on." She said calmly. I stood out a lot in the pink outfit, and the matte black was collecting a lot of heat from the sun.

But I did what Lisa said.

"There is the other one." I pointed at the men from the bunker pulling the other suit. "Did you leave the clothes with it?" I ask.

"Why does that matter? One of the men ask.

"Because the suit won't come on without it." I didn't lie, there were conductive traces throughout the outfit meant for the suit to have to be worn.

"Corporal, how do you know that?" Lisa asked.

"Because, I designed them."

The old man that kicked me earlier approached.

"Did you get your memory back?"

"Yep, well most of it." I answer

"Do you remember your name?"

I answer with the name I use in this body. "Sierra Korvall."

Lisa looks at the other one, and takes the stack of clothes from them.

"This one is Identical." She says.

"No, that one is the prototype, it can't jump." I say.

When she looks at me with a questioning face, I climb into the one I've been using, jump to where the fight occurred, then jump back with the scrap of the armor I dropped from altitude.

"That one can't do this." I look around. "It takes a lot out of this one to do it, and me."

"Can you take someone with you like that?"

"Only if they aren't alive." I answer honestly.

As another headache sets in, I really want to punch this administrator.