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The Origin of Sailor Pheonix: Prolouge
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Planet, Alsiana
Year: 1997
200 Lightyears from pluto
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Corta ran down the corridor along side her mother, Priestess Mariana Gor'dona. They stumbled as a blast from outside hit the walls of the Sancutary. Corta braced herself against the wall. Portan her golden falcon lifted into the air from her shoulder and hovered above Mariana and Corta. Corta had her eyes closed and was praying that this was a bad dream when Mariana grabbed her arm and hauled her Corta along behind her. Corta stumbled after her mother, one hand clutching the satchel that had the few things she owned in it. The other clutching her mothers hand as they ran.
Another blast shook the structure, as they reached the large metal doors of the ship hanger. Corta held a hand out to Portan, who landed on it it. While Mariana punched in the acess code and the doors slide open with a loud hiss, like the the depressurerization of an airlock. Corta hurried through the doors after Mariana and turned just intime to see a large whole blown through the corridor where they had been standing, moments before. Then the huge metal doors slid shut, in the face of a monster and the magnetic locks slamed into place.
Corta sighed in relief as she started to sink to the floor. Mariana caught her arm,
" Corta, the blast doors wont hold them back long. We must get to the Pheonix Flyer!"
Corta nodded and ran by her mother passed smaller, short distance ships to the mamouth Pheonix Flyer. It was painted black and silver so if would not be seen in space and was large enough for half of the colony to fit in it. Corta caughter the blaster her mother tossed her and leaned back against one of the Flyers sleek sides pressing the barrel of the blaster to her forehead as she watched the blast doors.
Mariana went into the Flyer followed by Portan, Mariana ignored her daughters gaurdian while she set the flyers comand systems. Portan perched on the co-pilots chair watching the orange haired priestess.
" Portan, I'm setting the Flyer to take off in five minutes. It's set on auto-pilot with a corse directory for Earth. I've set it with Kryptic locks and NO overrides. I must make sure Corta survives."
Portan ruffled his feathers then replied, " She is to be the next Pheonix then?"
Mariana's hand went to the orange and yellow amulet around her neck. Corta wore one identical to it. She stood and nodded at the bird.
" Yes, but do not revile yourself or of her potenial until there's no other choice. I want my daughter to have a semi-normal life."
Portan eyed the golden woman next to him, " Priestess as your daughter Corta will know that she's the neck Pheonix after your death. But I will not train her until there's no other choice."
Mariana sighed knowing what Portan said was true and nodded heading for the hatch to the Flyer. Corta sighed in relief when her mother came out of the Flyer,
" We leave now?"
She asked then swung around at a terrible screeching sound coming from the doors. Two long curved sword like talons had managed to get through the doors and was trying to pry them open. Corta fired the blaster and almost screamed when the energy pack died. She tossed the blaster away and grabbed her mothers arm.
Mariana touched her daughters arm and shook her head,
" I'll be there in a minute Corta, I have to open the space side doors."
Corta paused and eyes the amulet around Mariana's neck then nodded slowly. Then hurried into the Flyer, the hatch doors closed right after Portan and her got on board. Corta swung around and looked at the closed door,
" Flyer open the hatch." She said not panicing yet.
" Unable to comply, Corta." The Flyers computer said.
Corta heard her mother call out, " PHEONIX STAR POWER!"
Corta pounded on the door and could heard the swirling fire from her mothers transformation.
"Flyer open the HATCH!" Corta screamed
"Unable to comply Corta." The computer said
Corta rushed to the cockpit and stared in horror as her mother now a goddess covered in fire, faced off against the mosters that were attacking Alsiana. They had split through the three foot metal doors peeling them back like the lid of a tin can.
She could see the firey form of her mother, Sailor Pheonix. Corta felt the ship begin to move toward the space side doors.
" Flyer stop launch SEQUENCE!" She screamed desprately.
" I am sorry Corta... I can not comply." The computer replied.
Corta leaned forward and tried to get her mothers attention by pounding on the window. She watched as she oved further and further away from her mother. She screamed, begged and ordered the Flyer to stop. But it didn't.
Mariana heard her daughters screams and held back the tears that threatened to over come her. Her orange hair now a firey mass of curling flame blew around her head as she held her arms in front of her. Two streams of fire shot from them ceating a wall between her and the monsters. She half turned to see the Flyer move into space. She lifted a hand in farewell to her daughter and gave her the thumbs up singal.
Corta pressed a hand against the cool glass of the window as if she could touch Mariana and keep her from dying. Suddenly the firey shadow of the Pheonix flared up above Mariana comsuming the hanger. Then it swirled around Mariana and all the fire seemed to seep into the planet it's self.
" Core tempature on Alsiana reaching critical mass."
The computer said, as the flyer jumped into hyper ward 4 to advoid the planet exploding. Corta watched as her home exploded. The amulet around her neck seemed to catch fire, then faded back into the orange yellow stone carving of the Pheonix. As she drifted off to sleep Corta's hand reached up and clasped the amulet taking comfort in it's warmth.
When Portan knew that Corta was asleep a strange orange shimmering appeared around him and slowly the image of a young man about 20 appeared. He had yellowish orange hair that looked as is some one had tye dyed it. his eyes were a deep liquid pupiless brown that glowed with an inner light. He let a transparent hand hover over Corta sleeping form. A immensely sad look on his face,
" I will watch over you Corta." The man said.
Then the image faded and Portan stood there with the same coloring as the man. Slowly Portan snuggled into Corta's chest and drifted off to sleep.
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Authors Notes:
I thank you for Reading my story and Hope to have partone out soon. Theres a few things I think you should know, 1) Portan is the equal to Luna and Artimis. 2)Corta is about 15 in the prolouge. 3) Her ship is going to crash land about five years after it took off, on earth in Northern america some where. All Flames,comments or anything else you might wish to send me can be sent to Seiria_moon@yahoo.com
