The story was gonna be called 'Outcasts of the Alliance.'
This is what I had wrote so far for chapter one which was named Angel's Advocate.
Enjoy!
The cameraman in brown laid in the unforgiving sunlight, already half dead.
Where he lay was a self-explanatory predicament.
His body was half submerged in rubble from a fight of sorts. There was a visible line between his legs and stomach.
Why had this cameraman suffered such a horrible death?
He was expendable. Like every other soldier.
Every soldier, every agent, every cameraman was made to fight and die in a war.
Of course, there are times when these cameramen hbave a... Hitch in their manufactoring.
Such is the result. Indifference is rarely supported when there is war or conflict.
It would be safe to say that this poor artificial soul had just been unlucky.
Or perhaps...
Their luck was just starting to begin.
* * *
A speakerman and a TV man walked through pathways, seemingly chatting with hand signatures.
(How much progress have we made on the weapon?) The speakerman asked.
(Not much. We still need a lot of essential parts.) The TV man signed.
(Perhaps we shall find some today.) The speakerman signed hopefully.
(Perhaps...) The TV man signed, unsure.
The two turned a corner and abruptly stopped when they saw a cameraman lying face-down on the ground.
The TV man put his finger to his TV and moved in closer. The speakerman rolled his eyes.
(I'm deaf idiot.) He signed.
They inspected the body and when they realised it was uncounscious the speakerman jumped excitedly.
(We should bring him back!) He signed with a smile.
(Are you crazy? He could report us to the Alliance!) The TV man argued.
(But the Alliance hasn't rescued him yet. I don't think he would.) The speakerman signed back.
(Fine. But if this goes to shits it's your fault, okay?) Signed the TV man.
The speakerman nodded. The TV man picked up the body whilst the speakerman picked up the legs, frowning when he saw they were detatched.
Together they carried the body through the ruined city until they came across a particularly small building with the windows boarded up.
(Do you have the key?) The TV man signed with one hand.
(I gave it to you.) Signed the speakerman, also with one hand.
The TV man sighed in reverse as he slowly set down the cameraman's body and stuffed a hand into his coat, fishing out a diamond-shaped key.
He then hoisted the body back up and unlocked the door. They both trudged inside, walking to a table which had a bunch of parts on it.
The speakerman shoved most of them off and set down the legs. The TV man set the body down next to them.
(Now what?) The TV man signed.
(Where's our screwdriver again..?) The speakerman signed while glancing around the room. His gaze landed on a small screwdriver resting on a bench.
Grabbing it, he positioned the legs under the body and skillfully tightened specific bolts that eventually reattatched the legs to their original place.
(All that's left is to wake him up.) Signed the spearkerman, wiping some sweat off of his forehead.
(Allow me.) The TV man signed as he carefully placed his hands on the stimach, and... Punched him.
The figure awoke with a chortle and spat out a bunch of things that shouldn't be anywhere near your mouth. Then they looked around the room, their eyes settling on the TV man and the speakerman.
* * *
Brown had no idea how he was still alive. The last thing he remembered was feeling the blazing heat crush him like a can, and then nothing. Except for a pain in his gut but that came a bit aterward.
He stared at the two agents and his face morphed into one of gratitude.
"Thank you for saving me." He said with a hoarse voice.
The TV man glanced at the speakerman who nodded and glanced back at Brown.
"Where are we..?" Brown questioned, looking around with curiosity.
".tsactuo nA .su fo eno er'uoY" ("You're one of us. An outcast.") The TV man spoke.
"You guys are... Outcasts?" Brown repeated.
The speakerman waved his hand in front of the TV man and motioned for them to introduce themselves. The TV man grumbled in reverse before getting ounched in the gut by the speakerman.
"?uoy dnA . faed gnieb tuoba deillub gnieb rof ecnaillA eht tfel eh dna ,nawS si ereh namrekaeps ehT .gnirotcafunam gnirud denodnaba saw I .tropelet t'nac taht nam VT a ,reivaX m'I" ("I'm Xavier, a TV man that can't teleport. I was abandoned during my manufactoring. The speakerman here is Swan, and he left the Alliance for being bullied about being deaf. And you?") He introduced himself and the speakerman.
"I'm Brown, uh, I was abandoned because I wasn't needed and nobody cared about me..." Brown started to say but got sadder with each word.
The TV man nodded in approval. "?on ro egaugnal ngis esu uoy naC" ("Can you use sign language or no?")
"I think so." Brown said. "It's been a while since I've used it though."
The speakerman waved his hands at the two. (What's going on??)
(I was just asking if he could use sign language) The TV man signed.
(Y... E.... S...) Signed Brown. (Yes.)
The speakerman clapped with joy. (Are you not saddened that you were abandoned?)
(Well, I am a bit to be honest. But because of that I'm finally with people like me.) Brown signed happily.
Swan turned to Xavier and the two seemed to converse quickly about something.
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yeah so that was it prolly not gonna continue it but you never know
