Sceinic's Backstory

Prologue
Lights dim, a strange robot-like figure surfaced in some sort of labaratory. It had a metallic body but seemed.... Alive, somehow. It moved over to a strange incubator, with an icy cold tube in it's metal hand. It reached over into the machine, and then left. The figure inside the incubator stirred, making the sensors beep wildly. Annoyed by this, it shot an ice beam at the sensors and broke them. It gasped at it's newly found power, and shot another at the glass of the incubator. As it cracked, a female, purple, humainoid purple fox with glowing green eyes and red bangs surfaced. She had a tightly fitting blue sweater, with blue sweatpants to match. Standing for the first time, she looked around. Where.... Where am I? It's certainly not a place I recognize, though I have been staring at a gray ceiling my entire life. A much bigger robot-like figure entered the room, startling her as she whipped around to face him. "I see you have awoken." She clenched her fists. When was I asleep? And why does HE care?! "You're confused, I understand. I, am Dark Oak- leader of the Meterax. You are our first sucessful experiment. You, are Sceinic the Fox." Sceinic took a step backward. So... That's it? I'm just an experiment?! Just a simple lab tool? Dark Oak's eyes glimmered. "This is your home. You will be raised as one of us, and you will be brought up as a normal Meterax; for that is what you are." Sceinic raised her chin. "I am a Meterax." Dark Oak rose to his feet. "And that is all you will ever need to be."


Chapter 1

Sceinic raised her arms to block off a fury attack, then shot an icicle at her attacker: A sparrow-like robot. The icicle pierced the machine and blew it up. I knew they would attack someday. She got up to send a ripple of dark energy at the surrounding robots. A sudden pain wracked her side as something crashed into her side, knocking her over and breaking some of her ribs. She turned to attack the enemy, only to gasp. A hot-pink cat was in a wheelchair, only having one leg. She was holding a large boomerang, searing with a dark, crackling energy. "Who.... Who are you?" The cat snorted. "I'm you're enemy, you dope." She sent out the boomerang, and Sceinic ducked it. "Why? We never quarreled." The cat grabbed back the boomerang, almost shattering the tough wood with her frustrated grip. "Our nations are fighting, now attack me!" Sceinic stepped aside to once again avoid another blow from the boomerang. "I don't want to hurt you- you're in a wheelchair." She froze as a new voice sounded behind her. "And why not?" She turned to see Dark Oak standing behind her, eyes gittering with anger. "Because it looks like she was hurt before, and unlike the robots, she's a living th-" She broke off to dodge a bolt of chaos energy from Dark Oak's sword. He crushed the twigs beneath his feet, taking no notice of the awful cracking sounds that released from the hard, dry wood. "You are a Meterax. YOU SHOW NO FEELING. ESPECIALLY not mercy. If you fail to understand this, then you must be banished." Sceinic gasped in sheer horror. "But....... I am a Meterax!" "Then kill that ugly cat right NOW." Sceinic dropped her ice daggers. "No. I won't do it." Dark Oak, now seething, send a powerful beam of chaos energy in her direction. Penalized by her broken ribs, she was unable to move any longer, and bowed her head, facing her demise. With no warning, the cat reached forward, grabbed her, and threw her out of the way. Dark Oak stood over Sceinic's immobilized form. "Fine, if that is how you will have it, you are banished. Take the escape pod and NEVER come back." Sceinic kept her head bowed as the powerful figure that was once her leader whisked away, footsteps making a deafening CLING on the hard rock underfoot.

Chapter 2
Sceinic blinked open her eyes, and screamed as a big, hairy spider met her awakening. She attempted to hit it away, only to find that her fists met hard plastic. "MUM! James left another one of his toy spiders in my bed!" At the sound of his name, the blue fox stepped up, grinning. "It's not my fault she's quite so horrified of arachnids!" Though James was only 15, his vocabulary was so advanced, sometimes not even their parents could understand him. He was three years older than her, and always wore glasses and a beige hat he got from his 14th birthday. Sceinic was only twelve, but never afraid to stand up for herself against the brainiac. Her parents adopted her when the Meterax's escape pod crashed outside their house last summer. Her adopted mother, a lean gray fox with brown eyes, leaned into the doorway. "James, please stop messing with your sister. Now come along, it's breakfast time." Sceinic sighed and got out of bed, walking toward the kitchen, her bare feet not minding the cold of the hardwood floor. She pulled out a chair and sat down groaning when she saw the bacon on her plate. She took a peek under the table. "Pssst! Onar, you want some bacon?" At the sound of his name, the little white chao got up, shook his sleeping left leg, and flew over to gobble on the bacon in her hand. "Sceinic?" Startled, Sceinic got up quickly, only to bang her head on the underside of the table. As she sat up, rubbing her head, she saw her father standing over her. He was a large brown fox with unsually small ears and a set of four blonde bangs. He wore glasses like James, and had a large, droopy farmers hat. "I must ask- what were you doing under the table?" She flattened her ears. "Oh, I was just playing with Onar." Her father searched her gaze. He's a living lie detector. "Is that so? Well, I'm ready to feed Onar. C'mere, boy!" Onar flew out from the table, groaning when he saw to food. He had bits of bacon around his mouth. "Ah, I see. I bet by playing with Onar, you were teaching him tricks and using bacon as a treat, hmmm? That is- unwanted bacon that your Pa worked long and hard to rake up the money to pay for." Sceinic lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Pa. I won't to it again." He turned to leave. "See that you don't." he replied flatly while disappearing out the front door. She got up. "C'mon Onar, lets go into town." The little white chao cheered and flew onto her shoulder. "Hahaha, C'mon then!" Sceinic stepped out the door, the grass swaying in the wind. Suddenly, she was whisked away to a time before when she was still a Meterax. She was playing with her friend, a small red robot, out on a windy day. They were playing with her old red ball with the purple band. Oh, how she loved that ball as child. She'd always have it, and her friend would always come over to play with it with her. But I'm not a meterax anymore.