Lamb's Teeth

Now that I have given you a background to pull from, I need to start somewhere... Well I think we should begin at the point when eyes where opened for the first time.

I was raised on Tara Gyia. After the ship that was supposed to return to earth went down in flames people started to ask questions. Communications with the othere three colonies where monitored and edited. So the people of Tundra, Strata, and Fauna, where told there was a horrible launch site error and the resulting accident was horrific. But on Tara too many people saw the patrolship fire upon the helpless frigate. I was just a child when it happened, but I will never forget the screams of those around me when that ship was hit. It was the only time I have ever seen my uncle, lso my foster father, cry. He had come to the launch site to kiss Aunt Monique goodbye. Not knowing it was the last goodbye for them. My brother, my cousins and I stared numbly at the rubble. In that flamming mass, we had each lost both aunt and mother.

My uncle Tony Paretti was a genius before leaving earth. His para enhanced analytical brain is awe inspiring, even when your used to it. He is nice looking in a quiet way, but in a crowd you could easily over look him. He doesn’t look in anyway dangerous. Perhaps that was the first mistake Andre Pascal made. He should have known the families of the victims would retaliate. And retaliate Uncle Tony did.

We lived in secret, rarely venturing out, but Uncle Tony was everywhere. He could take scap metal and catalyst crystals and make anything from weapons to a vehicle. The resistance was born. Unfortuneately soon after so was Pascal’s Admonition Squad. (The A. squad as we call ‘em ) For nearly two years we lived as described, but finally while reading Sir Author Conan Doyle, I had an epiphany. The bakerstreet irregulars. With a bit of dirt and easy quick change hats and clothing we could be out in so many places helping, yet never really notices. For ten years the "irregulars" have played jump rope while using a hidden camera to record the stockpiling of weapons, or kick the can while watching a suspected double agent’s house. Over time the other colonies have come to realize the Commander’s perfidy. We have a huge network between the planets. Almost as vast as the A.squad’s numbers.

Now we are comming toward present day. My last assignment was the jackpot. I was in "uniform" by wearing a tight vest under a loose shirt, a slouchy hat with my hair tucked in. I look like a young boy. I was tailing a communications officer, he lead me to a secret headquarters, guarded by the A.squad. I slipped into the base. In a blink I had evidence to send out (the afore mentioned reports from the colonies) and enough stolen equipment for Uncle Tony to be able to do the sending.

Now I am sure your wondering, is she a one woman brute squad, or a super feme fatal? Nope. I am small, plain brown eye’s and hair, almost straight teeth. I know very little judo, but have a decent left hook. No folks I didn’t Rambo my way in. My particular talent’s are varied, but the most important psychic abilitiy I posses is very rare. Only two people in all four world’s have it. I am one of two. I have Para-imperceptibility. Meaning that even though my body isn’t actuially invisible, when I will it no one see’s me. Even security camera’s don’t really capture me until hours later, then only a shadow image appears. It takes intense concentration and I can only do it for about an hour at a time, but it is useful. Of course there is always a catch to everything, someone else with my ability can see me. Thank goodness there’s only one other huh?

To continue with events. I slapped a transporter to the info and equipment when I had gotten far enough away from the base. I sent everything back to Uncle Tony. (And no I couldn’t use one myself. That stuff is still just in movies! The human body has way to many specialized cells to be able to use the transporter)

I didthched the outer clothes. Once rid of the sloppy hat, baggy shirt and too long jeans, I went from early teen boy to an early twenties woman, in leather vest, shorts and knee high boots. I also ditched the slouchy indolent attitude. Head up shoulders back I strode out onto the boulevard like I owned the Commander’s mansion. .....