July 15, 2012 - 1:31pm — MoonlitStar
A short story depicting the arrival of Agent No.6, otherwise known as 'Q', into the forest where two of her fellow agents have already been working. I presume this happened a few days ago.
The coders, programmers and the rest of people with IT-based jobs had been working like hell to get her forest body working, and to prepare her mind for the transformation too. It was nothing short of magic, but it was scientific magic, technological magic, and that was different to any other magic that the otherworld had ever seen. It could have been revolutionary, had the Initiative not kept their secrets so well...
Alpha Agent No.6 was just as well known as the infamous No.9, though for different reasons. She certainly wasn't the harsh, violent creature that Beta 9 had become. She didn't lash out constantly, she didn't particularly like to push people away from her. And she most certainly did not crawl begging for attention to people that had angered her. No, Q was nothing like Sax. Nothing like her at all.
Which was probably why Alpha 5 liked her so much. It was a change, Q supposed, from the stress of dealing with an immoral rat like Saxophone. It was no secret that the two females hated eachother's guts; Q hated watching Sax miraculously get out of life-threatening situations, hated watching Snake crawl back to her after each arguement, hated her general blunt, rude nature and her complete lack of morals. In return, Saxophone hated Q for her obsession with good and justice, the view that anything was good as long as it was justified. She hated Q's superiority to her in appearance, personality and rank, and she hated that Snake used Q as a replacement when the Beta agent wasn't around.
Q had worked closely with the team when it came to designing her forest body in a manner that would make her blend in as much as one could in that forest, but also let her stand out slightly; they knew that almost every deer in that place was unique, and as a result Q could not be the exception. She was of average height for an endless forest deer, with a rich, brownish-red pelt, three black markings on each side, and long, black horns that curved straight back past her head; it would have been painful to be impaled on one of those, for sure. To hide her face and make her feel more secure, a mask was given to her; simple, smooth, orange-gold with holes for eyes and mouth.
It was happening, finally. The pain that shot through her skull was incredible; had they really readied her mentally for this? Could anything properly ready someone for this? Snake seemed to do it just fine, as did his little white rat of a woman. Not that she was his, ha. He was married, after all.
Q opened her eyes after what felt like hours, and was assaulted by the palest, coldest sunlight she'd ever seen. False sunlight. She'd been warned about that. As a matter of fact she'd been warned about everything, told how to survive beforehand, but still.
Eventually able to raise herself onto four unsteady legs, Q stared with dark green eyes into the false sunlight, with the uneasy feeling that she was not going to like it here.