Chapter one.
Nothingness.
The girl woke up and felt...
Nothing. She remembered nothing.
She knew she existed, but she couldn't explain how she knew it or what she was doing there.
She was in the desert, that was for sure, even though she couldn't explain desert.
She looked around.
The sky was a dark red with darkstorm clouds far away. Occasionally lightning could be seen in the 
distance.
The gods displaying their displeasure of the actions of man... or men?
Far away she could see the dark silohuette of Tiphares.
Tiphares? It felt important somehow. Could it be...home?
She tasted the word.
No it didn't feel right. She couldn't explain it but she felt nothing to the midair city. No hatred, no 
gratitude. Nothingness.
Next to her was a bundle. She moved to pick it up and felt her motion hindered by something. She 
turned and looked, and saw a pair of huge metallic shimmering wings on her back.
"How? Why? Who...am... I?"
The question hung in the air.
"What am I?" She said a bit louder. "Answer me!" She screamed to no-one, but still she wanted an 
answer.
She sat down crying.
No, not crying, merely... weeping, no, confused.
She didn't know who she was, but even so she could shed no tears.
What would be the reason of crying for the loss of a person she had never known, even if the 
person was her.
She fumbled with the heavy wings for a while, then managed to get them off herself. She sat 
looking at them. Perhaps she was... an angel?
A thunderbolt followed the thought. No, the gods wouldn't allow one such as her the satisfactory of 
an identity.
A fallen angel then? A demon? A dark Messiah? The thought was ridiculus.
She picked up something wrapped in cloth lying beside her.
She unfolded it and held up a large object.
It was a sword... no, a spear, a short one but polished and shining in the weak light.
She looked at her reflection in the polished surface.
She had black hair to her shoulders, big eyes filled with self-doubt, a pair of blue markings that 
began beneath her eyes and continued down her cheek, and the number 12 in big numerals on her 
forehead. She was dressed in a tightfitting black suit and armour with dents and burns. And in the 
bundle an ever thicker suit with a open faced hood lay.
It seemed to be made for protection of some kind, but she couldn't imagine what for.
Still she knew not who she was or even what she was.
But she felt being watched.

Far above, in the clouds.
The special craft Gabriel was fulfilling its duty as per the first priority of the main link program.
The GIB special link was severed; until the reestablishment of the link the primary objective was to 
protect tuned agent A-12 at all costs.
Secondary objective: the reestablishing of the GIB link.
Tertiary objective: continue with the anti-Barjack operations.

On the ground the girl stood up. 
Wandering around, she went up on a small hill...and looked out over a field filled with badly burned 
bodies. Blackened faces with empty eyesockets stared back at her, and she felt a sharp sting.
Perhaps guilt?
NO! She knew nothing of this carnage nothing of this slaughter. She couldn't feel guilty of an 
action she had no memory of.
She turned back to her small camp. She knew nothing of the dead bodies, she told herself over and 
over again. Still, a small feeling of doubt lingered in the back of her head.
She started to build a fire, for the first time looking at her fingers. Metal. Unyilding metal. Cold... at 
least she tought so.
She just sat there.
She wasn't alive, then.
She was a thing.
Not a person.
Perhaps a weapon, she thought, remembering the dead faces staring at her. She just sat there while 
the darkness fell and the stars lit up the sky, sitting there until the next day, still not feeling tired.