"Just what is going on?"

Sylvan looked around with confusion, where was he? how did he get here? He hardly knew a thing.

Walking up, he reached forward. There was a man there, perhaps he could be of help.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost."

The man kept walking, maybe Sylvan hadn't spoken loud enough.

"Uhh, Excuse me!"

That was funny, still no response. It annoyed him a little, but Sylvan decided to move on. Perhaps the man was deaf, or maybe he just had to get somewhere fast.

"I mean, how rude is that." "Oh no, I'm out of cash." "That'll be a good present for her." "8946- no was it 8947?" "did I take a wrong turn" Another day of not-much-to-do.

"AHH!"

Sylvan spun around, what was that. It sounded like headphones were blaring in his ears, sound being projected into his head. He turned around, but nothing was there. Just people walking around doing their normal things.

"Can I hear them? is that? No it can't be."

Sylvan concentrated, it seemed like if he focused he could hear the thoughts of the people nearby.

"Since when could I do that!", the redhead exclaimed to himself before realising what had happened and quickly hushing up. But again it seemed nobody had noticed.

*beep beep*

"huh?"

Sylvan pulled out his mobile phone. It looked like he had received a message.

"Gah!"

A sharp pain ran through his wrist, looking down he saw on the palm of his hand a timer was tattooed there. 50:00 -> 49:59 The timer ticked down with each second that passed. Still reeling from a kind of shock Sylvan barely noticed the three molgas that rounded the corner. But he noticed them clearly enough when they opened fire.

"What the?!"

Covering his ears he made a run for it, the Zoids fired shells into the crowd, some hit people others hit some Zoids that were up and running. It seemed like Sylvan had escaped their notice for now, but he couldn't help but look on as they picked off some more people.

"They can't see them!"

He noticed, only some of the crowd were reacting to the attack, the rest just kept walking. Upon closer inspection, he realised that they weren't just oblivious to the attack, they were immune to it as well.

Thinking he could pull a counter-attack, Sylvan pressed a button on his phone, his berserk fury that was around the corner should come to life and nuke these molgas to kingdom come. But nothing happened.

"My combat system doesn't even work?! What else could possibly go wrong?!"

Turning Sylvan dashed away, he needed to find someone that could help. Preferably before this timer ran out.

"Wha~" She shook her head and looked around. The last thing she could remember had something to do with a job... The only thing that came to mind for a few seconds as a matter of fact. My name... Clutching her face with both hands she groaned as she sat up from where she had been lying, now that she thought of it, in the middle of the street.

"My head..." My name... She thought, trying to pierce the fog on her memories. She struggled to her feet and stood there wobbling for a few seconds before she found her balance. Looking about her at the people around her, she absentmindedly tried to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her left ear. Tried and stopped when her hand encountered a plastic form that had been sanded as smooth as glass. My name...

My name is Rachel Marie Darrik, R'sil, pilot of Poloth and orphan of the world. Gone was the uncertainty and weakness that had haunted her motions and in its place, filling her, was something harder and colder. The remnants of the fog burned away quickly in the heat of her rage. There is nothing and noone who can stop me, not even if they drug me. That's what must have happened. There was no other way she would have been so weak a minute before.

As her head cleared she began to hear the voices of the people around her, muttering and babbling useless trivial nonsense. At least it started as muttering. The volume began to grow slowly and unstoppably until it was almost deafening. R'sil pinched the bridge of her nose for a second during the crescendo before yelling. "SILENCE! The noise didn't stop, but as she looked around she saw that those around her weren't actually talking.

With a concious effort she forced the noise out of her head and was almost instantly surrounded by normal city noise. Resolving to never let that wall down again she cocked an eyebrow as her ear chirped at her. Clicking a button at the base of the headset a message popped up to float in front of her eye along with a timer.

With a sigh, she loaded her most recent map of Guygalos and started walking towards the palace. Mysterious meetings, no real explanation... She just wanted to take care of this mess and get back to work.

She was halfway down the block when the too familiar sound of gunfire hit her. Diving into an alley, she had a moment of vertigo as she actually passed through a person before she took off down the narrow byway at a run. "What. The. F-ck!" She needed to figure this situation out soon before she started freaking out.