Second Flight of an Angel Preview: Affirmation

[W'Kar]

For your wait

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Angel awoke inside of the ACTF/EDF base camp. Situated a couple of miles off of the clan ship crash site, it was a quick job to get it up and running. The military was fast with such things.

She sat up on the bed and cracked her neck. It felt as though she had been sleeping on a log. These things were built for portability, not for comfort. Her weariness was quickly subsided as she sniffed the air and was repulsed by the smell of her clothes. She hadn’t washed in nearly days she realized, as she had spent so much time fighting in this war that she had never even stopped to wash her hands not to mention the clothes themselves.

Hopefully they had a shower, she thought to herself.

But Angel was not lucky today. She found a small bucket with a rag and a standard issue small bar of soap laid out for her in the corner. She walked over to the tent flap and made sure it was locked. Angel sat down, removed her boots and stripped her leather pants off. It was a wonder she didn’t dehydrate in this heat, she thought. And with a bit of haste rubbed herself clean of the smell that had been left, then quickly threw the soapy water over her head and cleaned her hair, splashing the dirt floor.

It wasn’t the best job she knew, but it would do for now. Looking around she found a set of clothes laid out for her. A pair of camoflauge pants, standard issue. And a gray tank top and jacket with the letters ACTF on the tank top. Wasn’t the best style, but it’d do. Besides, she left her jacket back at the bike in Norway where Guyver Powered Zerebubuse picked her up.

She scowled a bit at the memory and tossed the top and jacket on. She found a small comb and quickly brushed her hair before her eyes glanced over to a small steel mirror placed on a bag in the corner. Angel smiled, at least these guyvers were nice enough to leave her a care package.

Angel set the mirror aside and opened up the bag. Inside she found a few pairs of olive green socks, another pair of pants and shirt, a hair band, two MRE’s, a box of matches, a swiss army knife and a canteen. Not a bad package. Also she then notices a new pair of steel toe black boots under the bed. Not bad at all.

Angel looks over to her boots and notices the damage the war has done to them and decides to replace them. She pulls the socks from her bag and puts the shoes on. A little loose, but a dang close fit. Works for me, she thought.

She grabbed the hair band and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, when she noticed something odd. Confused, she touched her ear again to find that it had grown into a point! Shocked, Angel stumbled over and grabbed the mirror to look at her face. In it she saw that her ears had grown to a point! But ever more frightening, overnight it seems they grew.

That, and Angel could hardly recognize the two slitted green and blue eyes that stared back at her.

[McAvoy]

Sounds like she had become a standard Creator human. Like Alkanphel, Imakarum, Kron and the Aceaer Female host.

[guyverfanatic]

Yeah, it seems so... she has the eyes and ears like a zoalord.

[xtro guyver]

cool thx for the preview Allen

Be interesting when we find out who is responisble for angel and what their objective is, and the effects these changes on angels human form will have on her