Lost World Pt. 2
By Darkfire75
Zowa made his way to the top of the building. Sitting in a lounge chair with a telescope and a glass of lemonade beside him, was a young boy of about 17. He had dark black hair and black eyes.
"Are you Tye?" Zowa asked.
"Si, senor," answered Tye with a smile. He stood up and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you. And you are…?"
"Zowa Henderson," he replied.
"Ah, and you’re here for what position?" he said checking down his list of names.
"Battle control, close combat, you name it."
"Whoa there! Close combat? Are you sure? We’ve lost a plenty good number of valuable men who chose close combat. Why not army tanker or something like that? That’s a pretty ‘safe’ position."
Zowa raised an eyebrow. "What is that you do?" he wondered.
"I’m the lookout guy. I sit up here and wait to see if any Galaboks are coming. I also get to use that big cannon over there."
"Gee, sounds like fun."
"It’s not really, but I’m paid either way."
"Tye!" said an angry voice. A tall man with a mustache in his early 40s wearing an army suit strutted over to the young men. "Have you been telling this new recruit about the positions?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" replied Tye with a salute.
"Good," answered the man. "I am General P. R. LeSoik."
"What’s the ‘P’ and ‘R’ stand for?" Zowa asked politely.
"Patrick Russell LeSoik," said the general. "And what is your name?"
"Zowa Henderson."
"Hmm, you have potential. Can you drive a tank?"
"Of course."
"Can you aim a gun?"
"What kind of soldier would I be if I couldn’t?"
"You trying to be wise with me, Henderson?" growled LeSoik.
"N-no, sir."
"I don’t like troublemakers. And frankly…" He narrowed his blue eyes. "…I don’t like you at all. However, you seem like a capable soldier and that’s all we want, correct?"
Both Tye and Zowa nodded. "Good," said LeSoik. "I shall see you both at the welcome feast tonight. Good day to you." With that said, he walked away.
"What the hell is his problem?" Zowa snarled staring after him. "He get up on the wrong side of the bed or what?"
"Don’t mind the general, he’s the guy you gotta worry the least about. It’s O’Serm you gotta watch out for. She’s ruthless. She’s the head of the tankers on the ground."
"How old is she?"
"About 24. She’s got serious attitude. And she HATES welcome feasts. She also hates new recruits."
"Great," droned Zowa.
***
It was time. The moment she had been waiting for. Venus strapped on the buckles to her flying suit and placed her goggles over her eyes. She fastened her cap on tightly. She checked her boots to see if they were secure. She gave Jaime the thumbs up signal.
"I’m good to go," she called.
"Great. Just hop in her and let’s see what you can do," he called back with a grin.
Venus nodded and climbed into Martial. The cockpit was small, but perfect for her size. She buckled her seat belt around her torso. She flicked on the switches to turn the plane on. The door to the plane garage opened and Venus caught her first glimpse of the sun setting behind the buildings. The rays of the sun reflected off her smooth face and she allowed herself a small smile of delight. She grabbed the controls on the plane and moved them forward.
The plane began to move. She pressed a button and the wheels suddenly disappeared within the plane as it lifted off the ground. Now she was in the air. She felt the wind blowing by her. She felt as free as she did when she was a Pegasus, back in the Beast Wars. She wondered where Megatron was at the moment, but decided she just better enjoy the sensation of being able to fly.
Jaime watched with approval from the ground. A tall woman with dark black hair and green eyes walked up to him. "So, Flyman, who’s the pilot up there?" she asked.
"My new recruit. Her name’s Venus O’Connell," he replied.
The woman straightened up. "A new recruit?" she spat.
"Yeah," he replied. "She handles Martial pretty well, wouldn’t you say?"
She took another glance at the plane in the sky. "Oh, I wouldn’t say she’s perfect…" she began.
"Athena, she’s the best pilot I got!" he protested. "Besides, sounds like you got yourself a new recruit as well. His name’s Zowa Henderson."
"Wonderful. Well, call down little miss showoff. I would like a word with her."
"Yes, ma’am." He suddenly gave Venus the land signal and she obeyed his order.
She carefully landed the plane. She saw Jaime and some tall woman standing beside him. She removed her cap and goggles.
"Hey, Jaime," she greeted. "Who’s this?"
"I am Athena O’Serm," replied the woman. "And you are…?"
"Venus O’Connell. What’s your position?"
"Well, I’m the general of the ground forces," she answered with a grin.
"Oh," was all Venus could stutter.
Jaime could sense the tension building up. "Athena, maybe you should go," he said.
"Of course, Flyman," she replied. She turned to Venus. "Pleasure meeting you, O’Connell," she snarled. "I shall see you both at tonight’s feast." She walked away.
Venus glanced at Jaime. "I hope the other general isn’t like her," she commented.
"Don’t worry, he’s not," he replied with a smile.
End of Part 2