Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 3:11:57 GMT
Bamboo Forest (Eight Days until the 9th Centennial Conference)
The sound of five loud bulldozers trekking through the Bamboo Forest on giant tracks, tearing up trees, scaring frightened animals, and spewing smoke in the air reached the ears of a young maiden, a girl sitting forty feet up in a small tree house above the ground. Her perch rocked back and forth as she watched the billowing cloud in the distance one hundred yards from her and she sighed. "Why must humans, why must they destroy the forest?"
She stood up, her long blond hair in a mess, and the lovely white lilies sticking out of the side of her head drooped as her blue eyes glared angrily in the distance. She was not fully dressed, only wearing a pink night gown she had gone to bed in, over top her pale white body, but it made her made to be awakened by human loggers who did not understand that a small village of aliens lived out in the forest. She first took off this night gown, slid on a white skirt with some brown and green petal designs on it, before then putting on some dark purple pants. After this she laced up a brown and dark brown kerchief around her neck. When she was down with this she slipped on some brown boots with many black leather straps and grabbed a brown pack with pink flowers on the side, something she strapped to her backside. Inside it was her trusty chakram so she was ready to go.
She jumped off her little balcony, ran through the woods non-stop past many animals in the region and stopped in front of a big orange bulldozer plowing through five healthy bamboo trees. "STOP!" she cried as she pulled out her chakram and threw it at the bulldozer. The man inside ducked in terror as the weapon flew over his head and circled back around into the girl's hand.
"Who are you!" he shouted. There were not supposed to be people in the area he was plowing through today.
She shouted back at him, "Houri Senda and you have stepped on Florian lands!"
He did not know who these Florians were, but if they were a tribal group of humans it was too late to complain. They had missed the opportunity to complain before any sort of construction authority in his company "Ouster House Inc." which was too bad for the little girl before him. Still the fact she had thrown a weapon at him was a violation against the rights to build on a property, which was that armed resist was against the law in a construction zone.
He took it upon himself to fight back in self defense and pushed his machine forward lurching the scooping end down so it would drop in front of Houri and scare her. The girl did not move. Instead, she stuck her tongue out at the construction worker and fired a gust of wind at the man from her hand after she pocketed her chakram. The man had no idea what was going on, but as it hit him in the face he felt his head ground heavy as it slammed against his own dashboard.
Other construction workers looked on in fright but before they took could react the girl fired similar blasts of wind at them and caused them all to get stuck to their own bulldozers.
She clapped her hands together in joy and said, "You all better call for help and then leave. I just magnetized your bodies to your own machines and the only way you'll be able to get them loose is if you call in and have someone else turn off your evil machines."
The workers had no idea what she was talking about. Yet after ten minutes of futile struggle others in their logging camp came in and pried them loose. By that time, Houri was gone, but she had left a note on the first bulldozer she had attacked. "Don't do this again or I can do worse," it said and the men in the construction group could not agree more to high tail it out of there for the time being.
With the forest saved for now, Houri went back to her tree house and took a nap. The sounds of birds flying overhead helped her go to sleep as she heard the bulldozers lumber off back to wherever they came from. It had truly been a good day.