Graveyard

'I'm sore', thought the girl as she slowly opened her eyes to pitch black darkness.

Where am I?

She slowly sat up and began to look around and try and take in her surroundings.

Nothing. She could see nothing. It was pitch black wherever it was that she was.

The girl noticed she had something in her hands, it was a hard metallic object.

Sharp! She felt the sharp edge of a blade.

A sword? Why would she have a sword...

The girl thought for a moment, then, using her other hand she felt around her hips and located a sheath. After fumbling around in the dark for a few minutes she finally managed to sheath the sword that way earlier clasped in her hand.

Deciding to feel herself to check for any other objects, she noticed a small stringy object the trailed down fell across her whole body.

Weird... the girl thought.

Tugging on the object, she discovered it was attached to her head.

Oh this was her hair! Why was it so long?

The girl decided she could worry about her hairs length later, and continued to pat herself down until she felt a two strange objects attached to her right wrist.

After fumbling with her wrist, a small light appeared from a small circle like surface that was attached to her wrist via some kind of band.

After tapping the light multiple times it got brighter and went into something akin to a flashlight mode.

Shining the light beam towards whatever lay in front of her first, she couldn't help but let out a small audible gasp, her mouth forming into a 'O' shape.

The light showed what lay in front of her was a junkyard of random metal pieces of ships and mecha. In other words a graveyard for either destroyed machinery and vehicles or in another scenario... a battled graveyard.

The girl immediately became wary and swiftly jumped to her feat in one smooth motion as if she had practiced and honed her body for years prior for just this specific occasion.

Now on her feet, she felt slightly better but immediately noticed the ground beneath her feet was uneven, and she was stepping in her own hair apparently...

Feeling slightly disadvantaged by her locks, the girl unsheathed her short sword in one fluid motion to chop her hair off at knee length. With one additional movement she hastely re-sheathed the blade.

The hair the she was standing on was a very odd color, she thought to herself.

Who had white hair? Well apparantly she did.

Using her light, she shined it on the rest of herself to discover she was indeed an odd person. Her clothes were shredded in some places but other than that the most notable thing about her attire was that it seemed to be some kind of skin tight military grade suit.

It even had the number '02' printed on her left breast.

Continuing her self appraisal, she soon discovered she had two side arms strapped to a belt around her waist. One was located near the sword sheath, while on the opposite hip, in what would be the same place but mirrored, a second identical sidearm was strapped to the belt, along with 2 clips of ammo.

That's not very much, she thought to herself.

Closely looking herself over one final time, she decided her getup looked a bit, how to put it...dated?

There was no rust on her weapons but the layer of dust that covered her whole body was indicative of not a shower of dirt but instead of a long period of inactivey in one place.

Maybe she was old? Who knows...

After checking herself over thoroughly she concluded she was not injured in the least bit even though it looked like some ghoulish thing had batted her around a bit and shredded some of her clothing.

Slowly turning her attention to her surroundings again she once again felt the ground beneath her feet was uneven to say the least, and had started to irritate her a bit.

Looking down, the girl soon discovered why.

Beneath her two feet, was a big mecha the color of a light blue sky.

It looked roughly 30 to 40 feet tall, and about 10 to 15 feet wide. Quite frankly, it looked like it got the tar beaten out of it by the looks of it.

It's right arm was practically detached if not save for some inner wires desperately still clinging to the mechs frame, there by making it still technically 'attached' if only by technicality.

The cockpit was gouged very badly with many sword marks marring it, and the door to the cocketpit was hanging by only one of its hinges. Half of the mechas head was smashed in on itself as though if another mecha had given it a boxing champions punch, and the frame of the mecha was littered with apparant bullet holes and laser burns.

The mechas legs were in rough shape, badly showing their inner workings, wires and panels galore, but looked like they might still work to hold the mecha up, but for how long it was hard to tell.

A large crumpled wing shaped hunk of metal lie next to the mecha on the its left, and on it's right side there was apparantly some type of clearly damaged wing like apparatus attached to the right shoulderblade.

Clasped tightly in its left hand was a large thin sword not to different in style to the one attached to her hip currently.

This poor mecha, the girl couldn't help feel sorrow at this mechs current condition.

Her chest felt squeezed by a unknown, but somehow, very familiar feeling when she looked at the mecha that lay resting before her.

Yes that's right. The mech before her was just resting, waiting for its day to once again fly through the skys on those large wings of freedom.

Feeling herself get emotional over this mech. the girl couldn't help but make her way to the cockpits open door.

Normally a strict verfication code was needed when entering a vehicle or machinery of this caliber, but due to its dilapidated state, the girl easily climbed into the mech via the broken door.

Once inside, she felt comfortable. Extremely comfortable. Like this was hers to begin with.

Looking around the control stations that had once certianly had it's warning lights flashing, and annoying alarms blaring, but had long lost the energy to due so, a tear slowly started to roll down the girls face.

For it was not the control stations that she wept for, but the picture that was hung up nearby it.

Five smiling youths all under the age of 20 smiling at the photographer of said picture.

One was tall and well endowed in the chest department, with dark thick red hair tied up in a ponytail, and a cheesy shit-eating grin on her face.

The little girl to the right of her in the picture wall only half the previous's height, and looked like a little doll. Blond hair in two short high side piggytails and side fringed bangs that framed a very young face, and bright green eyes that showed displeasure that didn't match the innocent smile beaming on her face.

On the little girls right was another short stature person, who also had bright green eyes, but she had short raven black hair with straight across bangs, aside from longer fringe that framed the sides of her peach shaped face. Her skintone was that of someone from the east. Her expression was commanding faint arc of the lips that couldn't really be called a smile but it wasn't quite a frown either. This expression is so relaxing.

This person...

Badump~

The girls heart skipped a beat.

This person is special she thought to herself, the most important one in the picture.

I can't remember her name though...

Chasing away these negative thoughts she examined to two remaining people in the picture.

On the right of the raven haired girl, was a very pretty girl with long almost platinum blond hair, which parted in the front her bangs half as long as the rest of her thin silky hair. Light blue colored eyes, just like that of a sunny cloudless sky. On her face was a sort of 'resigned' smile as if to say 'This is how it is'.

That's me! That has to be me... she's so familiar there's no way I could confuse this face for anyone elses...

But why is my hair white now?

The girl pondered the differences she noticed this far between her and the beauty in the picture.

Maybe I'm a old granny now? Although why would a old lady look this presentable in skin tight clothes and be underground in a mecha graveyard?

Maybe she'd find the answer by looking at the picture more, what else could she do?

Ironing her resolve, she turned to look at the last girl in the picture, the one located at the very end of the row.

Her skin was the darkest out of all of them, darker than olive but not brown. Her hair was a bit curly with wavy locks that went down to her shoulders and stopped there. Big soft brown eyes, and a shy and bashful smile.

In her hand is a complicated looking wrench which looks very familiar.

All these clues point to one thing...

This poor mech is hers!

What in on earth happened to it?

Was she that bad a pilot? And more importantly what happened to all those people in the photo, and why arent they here with her?

The girl has so many questions, but then she remembers... she can't even remember her name!