Um, this is my first story, and I need people, but, here goes.



SLATE



Nightshade bounded through the trees. She smiled grimly as she watched the huge bird. She pulled out a high powered blaster as the menace swooped low. She pulled the trigger, bracing herself for the explosive shot, and only heard a faint click. She frowned, looking down at her blaster. "Of all the dumb, idiotic, most inconvenient times to run outta bullets!" She muttered harshly under her breath. Her eyes flickered up toward the bird coming closer. It swerved toward her, lethal beak raised, and she had a vague sense of dread, knowing all was lost. The last thing she remembered was the fierce golden eye, bearing no mercy, only murderous anger. Then the darkness enveloped her, accompanied by a single, short flash of pain.



Long black hair draped over an unconcious face. The rabbit was pretty, Rapha Kahn acknowledged. She was black with a black sword strapped to her back and a deep blue blaster clenched tightly in her paw. A belt encircled her thin waist, on which hung many daggers. A ring was on her finger and she had a long jagged gash running from ear to ear. Kahn himself was a maroon color with a black fade on his eartips and paws. His grey eyes matched his light grey tunic. His black cape flapped in the breeze and he was a boxing hare. He was friendly, with a sense of humor, and though he could be very sarcastic at times, and he came out with sharp remarks very often, he made it up with his friendliness and his smile. He watched the rabbit intently, as her eyes flickered, and finally opened. Her brow creased as she stared at Kahn. "Oh, wh-who are y-you?" "Ah'm Rapha Kahn, mah wee lassie. And yerself?" "I'm Nightshade." "What happened to you?" "Did you not see the eagle?" "No, Ah'm 'fraid not." "Huh. Well now, ain't that something." "Weel, mah guid lassie, you're a pretty wee thing. Where you come from?" "Carrotus, sah, at least, I did, until Lliath the Fang came. . ."



A blinding flash of bright light caused the turtles to stagger backward, blinking furiously. Lliath appeared in their midst, his red cape swirling majestically. He scowled at the guards, his voice sounded hoarse, echoing harshly in the silence, filling the hall. "What to report?" His eyes flashed as he adressed a guard. "Nothing, sir." The guard replied warily. He cringed as his masters wrath broke over him, surfacing and bubbling over in an outraged reply. "Nothing! That's all you ever say! Get out of my sight, all of you!" The guards scattered, bolting for the door as fast as they could. They slammed the door in the nick of time, Lliath's sword hitting the door and pinning the cloak of one. They moved further down the corridor, conversing in hushed tones. "Wot do yew suppose that was all about?" "No idea. The captains are all like that too. Think that somethings the matter, though. He seems disturbed." "We're not supposed to think, only to carry out orders, but who knows, you could be right."



They were right. Something was indeed the matter, and at that very moment, Lliath the Fang was busy on his scanners. They picked up a ship, an enemy ship called the Freefall. He frowned as he watched it. He remembered it, like something out of a nightmare, a dream, perhaps, but whatever it was, he remembered it.