After looking at some old files, I found an old log of my first posts–which Zion doesn’t show up until 4-5 posts in. Here’s is Zion’s introduction–a symbolic fall from the heavens. Chuckling to myself right now as I read the typos and poor grammar. If I recall, my Sig used to be “MogXXX, Master Sword Moogle” which I changed to “Just MogXXX today” because I wanted to be cool like you guys.
Subject: Fallen Angel 1
Date: Tue, 06 October 1998 09:07 AM EDT
Such unholiness does an angel of death have, even in the ebony of space.
Morality, or the lack thereof, often allows for the purity of both sin and
charity to truly be accounted for and measured. For that mater, not only is
correct that such a battle should be brought into the cold and empty.
Abdiel Zion blinked. The fire of laser flashed across the screen, blinding
him. Although it was a powerful laser, it did not damage the craft-- only
showered it with light. That was the point of it, for within seconds of the
blinding light echoing over his craft, a large talon burrowed into the vessel
and pinned itself a fourth of a meter away from the pilot’s head. As the
talon pulled away, the gaping hole in the vessel began to vacuum the
materials out of the cabin.
By reaction, Zion Pulled his craft away, jerking it to a more defensive
position. He then thought for a moment not too long of a moment mind you,
but a moment none the less. The pilot pulled out a fastened thermal blanket
from a compartment. He quickly stuffed it into the hole. The blanket was
nearly pulled out into space; however, it covered the hole completely Next,
he pulled out a vile from a small compartment above his head. Opening it, he
allowed it to be pulled into the vacuum. The blanket began to melt but then
harden into the shape of the hole. The whole course of actions served to plug
Once done, Zion checked the system status screen a few inches below his
nose. Most of the weapons were damaged, the radar was broken, and power was
cut off to one side of the machine. The pilot glanced at the small window
that showed the darkness of space. His adversary was not to be seen the
pilot of that craft mostly likely left Zion for dead. He paused for a moment
to check all the systems. The hydraulics where busted, there was no way for
his craft to switch to a faster mode to go chase after the aggressor. Not only
that, but the fuel was almost empty the talon had cut though a fuel line,
Zion concluded. The air must be low as well.
"This is Seraphim 3. Unknown attacker disabled unit. Fuel and oxygen low.
Attacker is most likey heading your way. " spoke Zion into the communicator.
The pilot paused, only to hear nothing.
“Seraphim 3 in need a assistance.” spoke Zion once more. Still, nothing was
to be herd. Communications was broken as well. What did work?
One rocket was operational. There was still oxygen being pumped into his
space suit; however, the hole had taken out the pressure that was inside the
cabin. Radar was broken only now did he realize that not only could he not
see anything, but no one else could see him. Zion tested the hydraulics.
Although they were supposedly broken, one armed moved.
The pilot was left with only one option: land. Zion turned on the rocket
once more. Using the controls, the pilot used the good arm to manually turn
the rocket’s fins in the proper direction. Within moments, the pilot was
falling into the atmosphere.
Zion hoped for a water landing.
Little Tony sat at one of the many beaches of Tansica. Although a bit
polluted, Tony liked the water. Every Sunday Tony’s mom would drive the boy
to the beach just to get the child to stop whining. This though always gave
Tony’s mom the excuse she needed to tell Tony’s dad when she left Tony at the
beach to do stuff with Tony’s mom’s secret friend that Tony’s dad couldn’t
find out about.
Tony took his stare off of the water for a moment and into the sky. He saw
an odd light in the distance perhaps some sort of airplane? Tony found
himself walking into the water to get a better look at the falling light from
the sky. As it fell, Tony noticed that it began to fall after and faster.
When it fell to the point that it was about to hit the water, the boy could
swear that what he saw was a god, or at least a godly creature, falling from
the sky. When it at last splashed down, Tony did not take his eyes off of
the spot. The little child expected the creature to arise once more. To
Tony’s dismay. The angelic thing did not. Rather, as Tony jumped back in
disbelief, the thing traveled under the water until it beached itself a mater
away. The child ran to it.
“Are you ok?” asked Tony as he looked at the thing. It was in a human shape;
the thing had feet and arms and fingers one finger was about the size of
Tony’s arms, he wagered as well as a head. The head was caved in, as if
another creature griped it and pressed it in. Tony walked around it the
heavenly beast. It did not sir. On the other side Tony saw what looked like
blood crusted upon the breast of the creature. Was it lanced and tossed out
of the sky?
Suddenly, a large rumble emitted from inside the creature. What was going
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Subject: Fallen Angel 2
Date: Sat, 10 October 1998 08:26 PM EDT
A panel flew away from the large being. Tony stared in awe as he watched a
slim little man wearing an odd little space suit crawl out from where the
panel once covered. This man first looked at his new surroundings, then
fixed his eyes on the boy. Taking off his space helmet, the man spoke.
“Hey Kid, you have a phone or anything? I need to make a real important
call.” spoke the space man. Tony nodded, and without words the little boy
handed the man the phone he used to call his mom to pick him up from the
“Thanks kid, you’re tops.” spoke the man. The Man pushed a few buttons on
the phone, and began talking.
“Hey Charlie, this is Zion. Where am I? Never mind that right now. Look, I
was shot down by some dark seraphim fighter, and right about now he should be
almost at the factory. Get as many as you can on it right now. Ok? Good. Oh
by the way, you can pick up what’s left of the scrap metal you lent to me
The pilot turned to the boy, who was still staring in awe of it incident.
“Hey kid, where are we?”
“Paradise beach.” spoke Tony.
“Pick it up at Paradise beach. It wasn’t too badly damaged, mostly ya just
gotta patch a hole in it and bang out all the dents. Look Charlie I’m on
this kid’s cell phone right now, I’ll call ya latter.” said the space man.
With that he hung up and handed it to the boy.
“Thanks again kid.” he added once more. After handing back the phone, Zion
took a few paces back and inspected the craft. With a whistle, he came to an
“Some shit this thing can handle.” he muttered to himself. It was about now
that Tony mustered his mettle and asked the space man a question.
“What is that?”
Zion paused. The pilot hadn’t really thought about it himself. The space
craft he came in was not a true space craft in the sense, it could not travel
to far by itself. The craft had three defiant forms, one of a normal space
ship, one of a human shape, – the shape it was in now-- and then one of
something in between. Very few parts of it was made of normal materials.
“This thing?” asked Zion in return. He scratched his head.
"I dunno really kid. I was just told it was a Seraphim. But then that could
be like calling a bird a dove, or vice versa. " added the pilot. The boy
Suddenly Zion fell to the ground. Crouching, the man shook his head.
“You ok sir?” asked Tony. Zion ruggedly nodded his head.
“Yeah… I’ll be fine… Just the pressure and gravity sorta has a toll on
you, but that thing” the pilot paused to point at the seraphim, “-- kinda
Zion sat up, and leaned against the side of the massive white machine. He
then motioned for Tony to sit next to him. Still in a state of bewilderment,
the boy did so. Zion held his hand out to the child.
“The names’ Abdiel Zion. Most people just call me Zion or Abe. Glad to
meet’cha kid.” said Zion. Tony looked at the man’s hand. Zion smiled.
“What’s a matter kid? My hand isn’t dirty or anything.” chuckled the pilot.
Cautiously, Danny shook hands with the pilot.
“My name is Tony.” said the boy. Needless to say Zion had a firm grip when
shaking. The man then examined the boy, and gave a puzzled look.
“Hey kid, how old are ya?” asked Zion. Tony crossed his eyes in thought,
“I’m ten.” he answered. Zion scratched his head.
“Where’s your parents then kid?” asked the pilot. Tony shrugged.
“My dad is at work and my mom is with a friend.” said Tony. Zion crossed his
arms and sighed.
“Kid, when your parents come and get you, remind me to give them a word or
two about taking care to children.” added Zion stubbornly.
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