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[.:!Gwen!:.]

WE'RE OFF ON A MISSION
WE'RE TOUGH; IN GOOD CONDITION
WE'RE SHORT
BUT STANDING TALL
NO FEAR!

lol okay. Here's a non-origin fanfic just for your enjoyment and my...borededness.

Er, I don't think I'm gonna code these and make them all pretty like. It was too much effort. XD




Chapter 1

My feet were noiseless against the stone hallway, unlike my friend Spike next to me, whose boots were causing mass distortions in the sound wave system.

As we walked to the briefing room, we chatted and giggled about one of the cuter foes we faced earlier that week. We may be Neutron Knights, and we may be the defenders of the free world, but we were still teenagers.

Spike looked into the room of another knight and called out, “Rat Lady! Red Storm issued a meeting. Come on!”

I cringed as I heard the sound of glass shattering.

“Just a minute! Ratty hasn’t had dinner yet and I can’t find the food bowl!” replied Rat Lady.

“Did you look on the bookshelf?” sighed Spike, exasperatedly.

“Yes! It’s not—…oh. Thanks!”

I chuckled to myself as the two of us started to walk again. Spike just merely rubbed her eyes.

Rat Lady eventually caught up with us, a sleeping rat nestled in her extended left hand. I had—at her request—left Stanley locked in my room when not on missions. Unfortunately, the words “king cobra” and “vegan” did not fit together in her mind. But it was alright. It was one less thing to worry about.

The three of us entered the briefing room simultaneously. Shorti and Elise were already there. Shorti sat at a desk, reading a packet of papers while Elise stood behind her, pointing out important facts in it. Red Storm was in the computer lab next door, standing with his arms crossed and staring at a monitor. Amethyst sat on a chair next to Shorti, head on her arms, probably sleeping, while the Caballera, or Andrea sat next to her, drawing on a pad of paper. Princess Gretchen had not yet arrived, and neither had Queen Mara.

“Qué tal, Pequeñita?” I grinned, walking over to Shorti. Andrea looked up at me, matched my grin, and shook her head.

“Just reading the mission. Red Storm’s a little frustrated and doesn’t feel like explaining it, so he just printed off the schematics,” Shorti replied.

“Ah.” I snatched it out of her hand and looked at it, flipping it upside-down and sideways. “Is this in Russian?”

Elise took it from me. “No, of course not. It's English, clear as day. Stop being so difficult and skim for your name to see what your job is.”

I scowled as she handed it back to me. “Spike will do this…Rat Lady will do that…Amethyst, the Caballera, Princess Gretchen…” My scowl turned into a side-winder as I looked for my name. “I don’t see me.”

Spike grabbed hold of a side of the paper and pulled it down so she could see it. “You’re at the bottom, Gwendolyn. See?”

“Of course.” I looked towards the bottom of the paper and saw in big bold letters LADY GWENDOLYN written. “‘Your mission is to escort the queen safely to the Bermuda Quadrangle, where she will discuss matters with the base camp there.’ Sounds easy enough.”

“Easy?” scoffed Red Storm, entering the room. “Have you not heard of Dr. Moist’s legacy? Have you not heard of the terrible fog down there? It is a prime kidnapping spot, especially for a certain evil overlord looking to get rid of a certain group of radicals.”

I whistled low. “And Mara and I are there by ourselves? No backup?”

“None,” replied Red Storm. “You want to attract as little attention as possible. You have no idea what kinds of things are lurking down in the Quadrangle.”

I put on my poker face. “Awesome.”








.:!Gwen!:.

[RocksmySocks]

Lol, awesome, Gwen!!!

Dun dun DUN BERMUDA QUADRANGLE.

And yeah, that would totally be me completely lost looking for something that's right in front of me. Happens all the time. :lol: Haha, perfect.

[.:!Gwen!:.]

Lol, that's okay. Me too.

I was once looking for the remote to my TV. I was like, throwing over tables, knocking things off the shelves...then I realized I was holding it in my hand.





.:!Gwen!:.

[CraazyOne]

AWESOME GWEN.


Haha, you keep everyone so in-character. =) Sweet.






~Rachel~

[Mara=^.^=]

WE'RE OFF ON A MISSION
WE'RE TOUGH; IN GOOD CONDITION
WE'RE SHORT
BUT STANDING TALL
NO FEAR!

HOLY BUTTFACE A SONG FROM THE SWAN PRINCESS


ILU4ever, Gwen.


DUDE. YOU AND I ARE GONNA MEET HOTT GUYS IN THE BAHAMA QUADRANGLE. I JUST KNOW EEEET. I ALSO HAVE A SNEAKING SUSPICION THAT THEIR NAMES WILL BE KAMINA AND SIMON.

~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

LOL IT SHALL BE DONE DAMMIT





.:!Gwen!:.

[Mara=^.^=]

You need to watch the rest of TTGL.

You have to see post time-skip Simon. Otherwise you'll just think he's emo through the whole series.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

I DO HAVE TO.

I can either get off my lazy ass and watch it on another, faster computer, or wait till my birthday when I get a new laptop.

DECISIONS. D:






.:!Gwen!:.

[Mara=^.^=]

DO IT NAO.

You're home sick. You've got nothing better to do.

I, on the other hand, have a MOUNTAIN of homework. Reading, field trip work, papers... GAH :grr:


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

Yeah, but I also left after AP Government. Which means I have to outline the rest of a chapter, finish about fifty flashcards, and outline a packet on patriarchies before the test, which is either tomorrow or Monday and I'm not taking my chances. D:

Yaaay~

...--procrastinates more--









.:!Gwen!:.

[Mara=^.^=]

THEN DO UR HOMEWORK AND THEN WATCH TTGL.

Will it make you feel better if we do homework together? We can work for the next 1/2 hour if you want.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

Yeah, sure. But I don't think it's gonna be just a half hour. This homework's probably gonna take me around four or five. D:

And once I start, I honestly do not stop.

Which is partly why I'm such a huge procrastinator.

It's really not healthy. D:






.:!Gwen!:.

[Mara=^.^=]

Oh. I break it up into more manageable chunks.

Wanna do an hour then? I think you can stomach a break after that. I know I'll need one, because I am HUUUUUNGREEEEH.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

Sure. I'll do the flashcards, I guess, and leave the outlining for later.

Whee-hee~

--flees--





.:!Gwen!:.

[~~Megan~~]

OMFG GWEN I'M IN UR STORY. :kawaii: Sweeeeeeeeet.

Man, I'm gonna have to get to work on one of those Origins thingies.

*goes off to US History to write story* "Notes? What notes? On the Battle of where?!?"







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[Mara=^.^=]

OK, so it's agreed. We work until 4 o'clock.

-closes the internet explorer tab-

... :'(

~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[.:!Gwen!:.]

--looks despairingly at the little red box in the corner--

ALAS. WE MEET AGAIN.

--painfully clicks--






.:!Gwen!:.

[.:!Gwen!:.]

Not much to say but WOOHOO~


Chapter 2

“Queen Mara, Lady Gwendolyn, it is advised that you leave imminently. The base camp expects you in… forty-six hundred.”

I looked up from the throne room floor, where the two of us were sitting, looking over pictures and giggling things to each other, incoherent to all but ourselves. Red Storm stood in the doorway, a worried expression on his face. I simply exhaled.

“Fine,” said Mara, rising. “We’ll go now.”

I pouted, looking down at the pile of paper on the floor, then stood up. The two of us walked past Red Storm and out the door, then down to the weapon control area. I unlatched my mute cornett from a holder on my right calf, and blew on it four notes, D, F#, G, and A. Stanley slithered up to me from around a corner. He glided up my back and wrapped around my shoulders. I kissed him on the head and played him a lullaby.

He contentedly put his head down and fell asleep. As I struggled with the extra ten pounds on my body, Queen Mara gave me a sideways glance. I looked at her sarcastically and she chuckled.

We entered the artillery containment room. The queen punched in a code on a teleporter, then stepped through it, coming out of its twin on the other side of the room. Her royal attire was replaced by a black and red suit, matching boots, and various weapons. Plus an eye patch for what she referred to as “good measure”.

I simply shook my head, then tapped a code on the panel in the eastern wall. A door opened, revealing my own personal collection of weaponry. The two of us walked inside the room, Queen Mara touching everything she could possibly see.

A photon cannon revved up as she slid her finger over the barrel. Hearing the noise, I quickly reacted, grabbing it and pointing it at the sunroof with my right hand. My other hand pulled a cape off the wall. The window exploded, raining glass shards down on us, and I spread the cape over our heads as protection.

Mara grinned sheepishly at me.

I shook my head and laughed. “I’ve done that too.”

At the end of the long hallway, a highly protected case held my katana. The blade was made of silver, forged by mighty Thor himself, a lightning bolt of power embedded. The helm was painted purple, a black ribbon wrapping around it identical to the ribbon on my hands.

I dialed another code, and the glass casing lifted off on a hinge. I took the sword off its rests, grabbed a holder on the wall, and slung it around my waist. Last came a new cape, one without glass shards ripping holes in it, that I wrapped around my shoulders, careful not to disturb my snake.

I looked at Queen Mara, who was reading old documents on the opposite wall of the holders.

“Let’s go.”








.:!Gwen!:.

[~~Megan~~]

LEIK O MA GOODNESS. Gwen, you are amazing.

"And they're off..."






:ph43r:

[.:!Gwen!:.]

LOL. --gunshot, horses start racing around the track--

Thanks Elise~






.:!Gwen!:.