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She burns her blood stained clothes. Isn’t that what one is supposed to do?
They’re far too cute and frilly for what she has to be, now.
(She had enough sense to check for a wallet, or a phone, but no such luck. She probably forgot them back home, wherever home was.
She hopes she can remember, some day.)
It wasn’t supposed to go so wrong. Just a game. A promise that there were heroes should they be needed by well meaning aliens. Not a 5d chess mind game.
On all of Earth.
She sighs, exiting her ship, which had thankfully lodged itself into a mountain. If she moves it around, figures out where they put the cloaking device, she thinks she even has a home.
…suddenly, she hears chirping.
She looks down, and she sees a black bird, hopping up and down. Oh no, did she hit it?
She picks it up.
“Hello there,” she says. “You seem very alive. Are you okay?”
The bird cocks it’s head as though to go “really? You had to ask.”
She’s alone, so she smiles at it.
“I guess not,” she says. She holds it against her, and the blood stains her new shirt, too, but she doesn’t mind. At least it’s not her own, this time. “I got hurt, too. Do you mind if I fix you up?”
The bird chirps, not moving as she goes back inside her ship again. Luckily for her, the first aid kit comes in different sizes, and she quickly realizes the problem.
“Oh,” she says “your… your wing. I’m not sure if it can stay attached. I’m sorry.”
The bird caws, clearly upset. She sighs.
“I can try and make you a spare,” she says. “There’s a lot of cool things to look at on this ship. But first… this might hurt.”
For the record, her new bird friend takes the amputation and cleanup like a champ. Of course it does, it seems like a strong bird. She looks it over, carfully.
“You’re a Raven,” she says. “Shouldn’t you have a group? Or a partner?”
The raven looks down.
“Oh,” she says. “Something happened. Was it me?”
The raven shook its head. She suddenly remembers that it’s probably smarter than her.
“Okay,” she says. She holds out a hand, and the raven climbs onto her shoulder. “I’m moving my ship somewhere safer. Then figuring the rest out. Evil aliens want to take over Earth.”
The bird manages to grumble . It really is a very cool bird.
“I know,” she says. “They do that a lot.”
Situation handled, she then explores her ship more thoroughly. Oh, they have a medical room. That would have been useful. Opening up the monitor, she looks for prosthetics.
Sure enough, aliens have wing options.
“This might help,” she says, pointing. Her bird friend chirps brightly. She’ll take that as a yes.
She sets it down on the scanner pad, so the wing is perfect. While that runs, she sits and watches.
She’s not used to being alone. It doesn’t come naturally to her. It doesn’t come naturally to a raven, either. But she isn’t alone, at the same time.
She’s supposed to be a Sentai red. To have a team.
[Scan Complete]
[making prosthetic]
…for now, she has a bird.
With…
“Oh,” she says. “The wing is red. I guess that makes you an AkaRaven, now.”
Again, it is amazing how a bird can look so unimpressed. It practically rolls its eyes as it flies back up to her shoulder, poking her cheek.
“Or not,” She says. “I do like the name, though. Let’s call it mine, for now.”
The bird caws. AkaRaven smiles.
Next step: find a team.