Contest Entries, One-Shots & Random Bits

Round Five - Blue Belt

Amira scrambled upwards, desperately pulling herself through the twisting vines. She swatted at one in particular, which had almost taken her left eye out. She hated the forest with a passion, and always had, but at least the Meci  would be finding it nearly impossible to follow her through this way.

A dangling branch caught her across her right shoulder as she fought her way free of yet another of the viciously grabbing vine.

"Damn it." She hissed indignantly, a brief panic ensuing until she brushed a hand across her face and realised that there was no blood. The branch hadn't cut her skin, so the Meci-Rika wouldn't be able to track her down with their incredible identity senses once she was finally free of the dense forest.

It was barely two months since the Meci forces had invaded Amira's home planet of Caadesh, and the resistance movement was growing increasingly cheeky with their daylight attacks. Amira was a significant part of that resistance movement. Not that her involvement was widely publicised - or even known about - considering that father, the Prime Minister of Caadesh was the man that had ordered the Caadeshian army to stop fighting the invading forces. He had no idea about what she was doing, and Amira hoped from the bottom of her heart that it stayed that way.

"Miss Ami, Miss Ami!" A low-pitched hiss met her ears. She didn't have to look around to know who the speaker was. Tarl Perc had been her companion, and partner in crime, for many years and had always referred to her as 'Miss Ami', for some reason. Her father had always insisted se be referred to as 'Lady Amira', while she simply preferred her name.

"Yes?" She eyed the small, yellow eyed creature, hanging in the air by method of his rapidly beating wings.

Tarl wheeled about before replying,  "You lost them! Did you get the plans?"

Rolling her eyes and continuing to drag herself onwards, Amira sighed. Was it not obvious from the scroll poking slightly out of her shoulder bag that her mission had been a success? 

"Yes." She muttered, as Tarl twirled through the air and spun about hyperactively directly within her eyeline, "But we have to get out of here. The Rika have arrived."

"The Rika? Miss Ami, this wasn't supposed to happen for months - this was what we were trying to stop."

"You think I don't know that?" Amira threw back, suddenly indignant at the somewhat patronising tone her old associate was using. "We have to be careful. Really careful." She added, even though she was aware that he already was aware of that.

Scrambling on to another branch, Amira let out an Evrit swear word as the branch creaked loudly, threatening to break under her weight. Something crashed loudly into the thick vines behind her. A desperate panic falling throughout her very being, Amira knew she had to escape, and escape as quickly as she could. The Meci-Rika were reputed galaxy-wide for having a ruthless streak unmatched by any species currently discovered by the known mainstream intergalactic society. They were known to have no emotions and the most deadly accurate senses ever known throughout the entire galaxy. They had never lost. Once the Meci-Rika entered the battlefield, then wherever they were seemed to automatically become the property of the Meci people.

Amira was damned if that was happening to her planet. Her father could play all the political games he wanted, but she was doing what was right. She was going to save her people and that was the only thing she was certain of. 

Pulling herself finally free of the vines, Amira shook herself briefly, forcing any greenery that had attached itself to her being to fall away from her. 

Yet another crashing sound pulled her attention to whatever it was that was trying to force it's way through the thick, entangled shrubbery. Amira finally realised what she was facing when a shimmering metallic bronze boot, almost the size of Amira herself, appeared through the tangled vines. 

She recognised that boot. Judging by the high-pitched squeaking sound released by Tarl, he had recognised it to, and knew that the pair of them were not just in trouble, but in serious trouble.

It was a fully developed, fully trained, Meci-Rinike. 

A destroyer in it's own right, no matter what she did to stop it's reign of dominant destruction. 

Amira bit her lip. Then really hoped that no one had noticed her terror at the sight of the roughly twelve foot tall Meci-Rinike, in it's full armour and brandishing a baseball bat she had grabbed in one of her many nerve-wracking situations of the evening.

The Meci-Rinike broke free of the tightly tangled vines.

 "I'm about to die." Amira thought suddenly, terror filling her. 

There were five Meci-Rinike that were not with the main group, far from the lowly planet of Caadesh. On her own, Amira was supposed to deal with three of them at the very least.

The Meci-Rinike towered over her frightened form. It was at least three times her height and well she knew it.

All three snarling creatures  that surrounded her were suddenly frozen. The smile that tugged at Amira's lips, appealing to multiple sides of her twisted, wicked being alerted everyone to the reality of her statement, was an obvious one, and one that somehow managed to force her towards society. It was obvious that Amira was in full control of the situation.

Despite her awareness that  the council of elders was aware of the dark magic variants being used, Amira somehow was not sure what she should do. By betraying the society, she would crush the dreams of many individuals who somehow considered her to be some kind of icon. Holding a position of power was not high on Amira's agenda, but would it add to her dark and vengeful character making many of the toughest creatures not to want to face her.

Amira twisted around, fully ready to face the Meci-Rinike that was storming towards her, despite it being several times her height. 

"Screw you, you evil bag of bones." She snarled, watching in amusement as Tarl fired a barrage of blaster bolts designed to stun directly in to the nose of the approaching Meci-Boss. 

She drew a laser pistol from her belt as he stumbled backwards, smirking darkly as a smirk played at her lips.

"You forget what I represent, I believe." A voice, unfamiliar to the masses began. But Amira knew it, and oh how she wished she didn't.

AN: 1082 words and just within the deadline! Insanely busy but I made it. So proud xD Good luck everyone!