(I can remember that day...)*docks at planet Manhattan*, i can remember the screams of pain..., and the moanings of who were next to die..., i can remember...when my life changed...
twelwe years ago
At the park of los Angeles
"i was very bored laying in a old tube from an unfinished building..."
"hey Triden c'mon stop that lazy doggy!"-it was Marcos a very friend of mine, we grown together in the orphanage"San Francisco", both of us lost our parents when a pack of criminals destroyed the civilian transport that they taked...luckily, they put both of us in the same escape pod and launch us to the deep space, a rescue unit pick up the pod we were in and take us to planet los Angeles...a sad history...i know...
"What do you want Marcos?"
"let's do something!"-he was always like that...restless can't be quiet in any place(even if he was under the water...)kinda funny...
"like what?...steal some wallets like always?..."-yeah...is hard to believe, but for two orphan kids of low clase like us, there wasn't any other way of survive...we becomed robbers...
"But this time we managed to get the map of a secret entrance to the bank armored chamber!"-we weren't the only robber kids, and our adult competitor was overrunning us, so we decided(the kids i mean)to form a robber group, it was called "Lone hands", we decided to cal the group like this cause of our feelings...
"What?!....."
"ssshhhhtt!, do you wanna that "our friends" know that too..., yesterday another "free spirit"went to talk with god..."-yes, they kill us...that was terrible...and scary...
"ok, but the group know it, don't?"
"of course...we will do it this night so be prepared...if we success in that we can say good bye to the orphanage and do what we want with our part..., i will enter the Liberty Flying school"-yes, its unbeleivable, but the greatest dream of Marcos and mine too was to enter the Liberty Navy and protect the civilians from the criminals like those who killed our parents, attack the inncocents...that was our promise...
"ok, we will see us at twelwe o'clock in front of "bucks""-a not recomanable bar...
but there was more than four hears paying attention...and not only "our friends"...the police too...
At the cloacks of the city
"ok, now be carefull were you step, and prepare your weapons...we don't know what we can find here..."-we managed to steal some low quality blaster pistols...that kind of guns were made to shoot 4-8 shoots and then explode...that'w why they cost only 50$...
then it happened...when we reached the "secret entrance", a group appeared in front of us and surround us..."our friends" appeared...,and five minutes later the police acted....
"look at what we caught this night..., now if you wanna be a good boys...give us those map and disappear from there!"
"Never!!!!"-Then Marcos pulled out his blaster and shooted it at the man's face killing him in the fact...
"Damn kids!!!!"-and one of the robbers fired his blaster hitting Marcos's chest...
Then all happened like a flash we enraged cuase of that, started to fight, but we were only kids and they starting to hunt us down one by one...,then all my rage turned terror, seeing how my friends were killed one by one in front of my eyes..., the police then acted, and throwe some kind of grenade in the middle of the battlefield, i runed to Marcos location and grab him trying to put us in a safe place, then the grenade exploded and throwed us to a wall, i protected Marcos taking i all the damage..., i then fall in coma, not without first hear Marcos's last words..."do it...for us...for our parents, for our dream..."then both of us closed our eyes...only one of us was able to open his eyes again, 6 years later i exited the coma state in the hospital of los Angeles...and for my surprise i remembered all what happened...then someone entered the room...it was a Police officer...better said it was the officer who always caught us while we stealed here...Sgt. Manuel Mendoza..., a very kind person...
"Well...Triden, i'm glad that you're alive..."-then he lovered his head and guard silence...
"What...."
"I heard your conversation in the park..., and i was who comanded the police patrol...unlucky for you we arrived late...you're the only surviver of that incident...but don't worry, no one knows that...only the police..., well what are you planning to do?"-i didn't noticed that i was 22 and not 16....
"what do you mean?"
"C'mon Triden, you're 22, you can't spend all your life in a orphanage and living from what you steal..."-i forget to menction that he was a close friend of my fathers...
"W-Wh-What?!...i'm 22?!..."-Everyone would be surprised if was in my situation...
"yes, you're 22, we rescued you in a coma state...you just awaked today..."-Then he started to laugh very hard...
"What happens sir?"
"Don't you notice that today is your birthday...and today is the day that you returned to the living world?"-he then smiled at me..., and i forced a smile..., and remembered Marcos's last words...then i cryed..."what happens now?"
"sir...can i ask you a favor?..."
"what kind of favor?"
"can i enter in the liberty flying school?"
"So...you wanna become a pilot?"
"More than that...i wanna become a liberty Navy pilot!"
"but...with your antecedents...you won't enter..."
"i have to do it for him...for us...for our parents...for my friends...that was our promise!"
"ok...i will try to help you..., have a nice day...and happy rebirthday..."-he then grab a Valise, that has a strange icon on it...i didn't noticed that it was from the liberty Navy...
"thanks...."-then i layed in the bed and put myself to sleep....
Two months later i was in a train to the Flying academy, and then i discovered it...he was the director of the Flying academy..., six years later i graduated and entered in the LN forces, and now...here i'm patroling all the New york sectors...in search of criminals...*undocks from Manhattan*have a nice day citizen!!!
