Lined up like inmates at attention the three teenagers find themselves together with only a glass pane separating them. They all start yelling questions at the man who is in front of them.
"Where am I!" Aoi yells.
"What happened how did I get here!" Kami states.
"This wasn't our deal!" Akira points out. The man walks of and leaves them to their own thoughts and no answers. They just stare at each other before Aoi mentions the lightning bolt across his eyes. He then mentions something black also driving down Kami's left eye and ends at his shoulder. They look at Aoi trying to see if there is anything noticeable too. She examines her body first checking her breast and then her thighs and then she sees her hands. From the tip of each finger all the way to her knuckles is her marking.
"What are these markings, questions Akira.
"I don't know either." Kami says puzzled.
"Well, whatever it is mine is the least noticeable." Aoi chuckles to herself.
"Anyway, what got you guys here?" Akira askes them. They shrug showing they don't know, and Kami says.
"The last thing I remember is..." His face darkens and he goes silent. They stare at him before looking at each other signaling to each other by darting their eyes at him and jerking their head. Finally, Aoi gives in and spoke.
"You...are you ok?" He snaps out of it and studders.
"Y-yeah I'm fine." He takes a deep breath in and leans back against the wall behind him and lets out a big sigh. Then he says
"...I don't want to talk about it." They respect it and Akira asks Aoi the same question she thinks to herself and the memories flash back. Wide eyed she looks at him and shakes her head no.
Aoi and Kami look at Akira showing with their eyes they are asking the same thing. All he lets out is that he was tricked. They all calm down and stare forward in silence. As they are still metal walls border the three of them and a dispenser from the top drop's gas from above. As the can drops to the floor spewing gas they jump up and are up against the wall.
"What the hell is happening?" Kami says puzzled.
"I think they are trying to gas us." Aoi yells at them. She repeats.
"Try to hold your breath or use your shirt as a filter." They filter their breath, but the rooms are full of smoke not to long after they start to drift like before. First Aoi falls, then Kami and finally Akira. Again, they tiredly wake up in a room with plenty more people of different ages in an empty colosseum. A modernized cage meant for contamination a single monitor lies at the stage of the Colosseum. Static before a range of buffers come forward before the screen comes on and a woman with a stern look downing a lab coat and glasses. Her hair tucked into a neat lengthy ponytail. From her shoulders and up showing with a blurred background. Her voice starts to transfer her voice sounding as if it's demanding respect and submission. She calmly informs the people in the Colosseum,
"Today you have been brought here through my request to gather all the recently acquired specimens. Let's see." She grabs a clip board to her right and reads off,
"Specimens 72395 through 84395. Have been called here regardless of the circumstances either through extraction or through a contract. Each of you are Zeplins. Most of you should know that word but not know how they come about. If you think about what happened before you ended up here. That is for you to find out. However, to the point of your collective summoning today we are training you in combat. Since every one of you are Zeplins, we have taken precautions, meaning that we don't exactly know what power you possess until further experimenting.
We have divided you into groups of 3. Those of you who are left will be joined into groups of four or two. Specialized officers will be helping you train and have devices to knock you out. The Colosseums will be split into sections and there will be 2 groups to an Officer. That is all I must tell you the officer will take it from here." The screen cuts to black and the officers call them their groups. Akira and the others are designated to a woman officer. She is wearing a silver suit that is split into different parts with a back base with her silver armor covering everything. A darker skin complexion and a decent sized black afro to compliment it. She goes over how they will be doing martial art training, and she gets interrupted by Akira cockily saying.
"Aye, girl let me get that number. I like the way you looking I'm trying to take you out." She goes from looking at Kami to Akira on the other side of her. Her expression widened not expecting that comment. She looks intrigued and replies,
"What are you talking about, you don't even know my name yet and where are you going to take me when you're locked up in here."
"Ion know but, I do know I love the melanin you got going on over there so I can figure it out." Akira replies.
"Oh, you think you can handle me. I'll tell you this if you can beat me in a fight right here and now, I'll give you my number how does that sound." She says cockily.
"I'm down but don't you think that afro will get in the way?" He replies walking towards her.
"Don't worry about that honey, now everyone let this be a lesson to you all. Learn how to fight before you challenge me." She says motherly.
"You over there please be a dear and come and start the match." She requests pointing at Aoi.
"O-okay." Aoi studders to the side of them looking both at the lady and back to Akira.
"1...2...3...GO!" she waves her hand down. Akira charges at the girl throwing a left hook. She blocks but a right uppercut comes up, but she flips back grabbing his head with her feet and slams him into the floor in the middle of her flip. She walks off of him and he gets back up excited. She smiles comes at him this time. She throws a right aiming at his face he swipes it to the open air unintentionally leaning his body the opposite direction to right into her left leg. Her leg kicks his stomach causing him to flinch for a second but grabs her right hand she threw and pulls her in throwing her off balance. Where he push kicks her with his right foot shoving her back a little bit.
Her smile gets even bigger and says.
"Your better than expected."
"I took mixed martial arts while in junior high." He says keeping his arms up. He runs towards her throwing out left and right hooks. She deflects them and dodges them as he throws them. She steps in and grabs and trips him. He falls on the floor and she climb on top of him. She aims at his solar plexus and knife hands it as hard as she can. Knocking the wind out of him and leaving him their gasping for air. As she hops off him, she tells him.
"That was nice for someone who doesn't know how to fight, but I have something to tell you and first you need to introduce yourself before you challenge me, and you didn't even ask my name that is no way to treat a lady. I'm Micaela by the way. Another thing, I read your file and you're 17 so at least wait until you're 18. Trying to get me in trouble." Leaning too his side he gasps out picking himself up.
"Damn she is strong, but I'm not letting her fine ass get away from me." He is up and looks at her and tells her sternly smiling.
"Ima gets that number." Giggling, Micaela replies.
