Hannah's Back Story: Part 3

Hannah pulled herself out of her daze. Her body felt heavy, partly due to the increased gravity of earth and partly due to Xenon still in her body. Wherever they were, it was cold. Out of the ship’s window, she could see a vast tundra; a mixture of grass, ice and frozen mud. Hannah slowly blinked, and unlock herself from the seat she had been strapped in for 600 years. According to her watch, the year was now 3969.

Wandering away from the ship, Hannah could see what looked like a city in the distance. She wasn’t allowed to go near the Xenon mining operation due to her access static electricity. She might accidentally blow up the only supply of xenon for hundreds of light-years. She walks slowly through the rubble of what was previously St. Petersburg. Luckily, the sparse vegetation hadn’t overtaken the entire city, and Hannah can make out several details. She clambered over some decrepit stones and found her self in a wide open square. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something shimmer, and made her way over to it. On the ground were two golden statues, one of the boy and one of the girl. Hannah looked around them curiously and found a metal plaque with Russian writing under a boulder. After some more, Hannah managed to translate it.

"Statues of Alyssa the great Firebender and Mitch the fantastic Jedi

The two teenagers who valiantly fought in the Praying Mantis Baby raids of November 2012

St. Petersburg in all of Russia is forever in your debt."

Hannah paused and looked around her. She saw the desolation in the somber streets once jubilant life. She could picture each individual person as they walked down the streets. There were some vendors to the North, and some beggars close by. To the south, street performer blue fire from his nostrils and children dressed in ill fitting shirts and old shoes applied in complete awe. As people walk by the founded in the center, they smiled at the relaxing ripples being formed by people placing their dreams into a single coin and tossing the coin with a hopeful gaze.

As Hannah pictured all of this, a plan began to form in her mind and I she formulated this plan, the landscape began to change around here. The statues, once in pieces were now standing tall as they had when they are first erected. People began to appear. The buildings were no longer in pieces, but beautiful and tall. And finally, instead to statues a third stood tall next to Alyssa and Mitch. Hannah smiled up at her own face.

She knew what she had to do.

She ran through the city, carefully making calculations in her head. She never gone back in time by yourself before; Captain Blarnasmesh always did the calculations. She knew what to do though, and finish calculating the proper trajectory.

“42.3°… 42.3°… 42.3°…” Hannah repeated to herself, making sure she remembered the accurate core she needed to take. If she didn’t do the calculations correctly, or if she typed them in wrong, she would be forever lost in the mists of time. She checked her work by glancing up and making sure they were still people wandering the streets.

When she finally got to the ship, she was relieved to find every crew member in the mind or helping outside the ship. Captain Blarnasmesh noticed her first, and called out to her. But she knew she couldn’t stay. Blarnasmesh would never let her carry through with their plan. She averted her eyes and ran toward the control panel. Blarnasmesh’s eyes lit up with the sudden realization of Hannah’s plan and began running towards the ship.

He was too late. Hannah had typed in the coordinates and speed and press the launch button. The ship zoomed off into the sky.

Blarnasmesh fell to his knees. He knew he would never see him again. However, he couldn’t help but admire her act. He removed his hat and placed it over his heart; a silence led to his heroic assistant.

Before Hannah started the Xenon treatment, she is the video communicator. In the year 2609, two noble space musketeers traveled back to ancient Greece and presented the fathers of democracy with time travel video communicators, to be manufactured and passed down to the world’s most powerful people. She connected with the top three most powerful people in the year 2012: President Barack Obama, Vladimir Putin, and Fire Lord Dukart. She related them her plan. They were rather hesitant at first, but agreed to give Hannah two comrades to help her defeat the horrid thing that was destroying Russia and soon the entire world. They told her to meet Mitch and Alyssa at the coordinates 57° 51’0’’ North, 114° 12’0’’East, in a small café in Bodaybo, Russia. Apparently, Bodaybo but was the home of the original Praying Mantis Baby, and beginning there may lead to clues or even the King Praying Mantis Baby himself. Hannah currently 923 and set the Xenon’s treatment to 1957 years back in time. She think the crew under her breath for filling out the Xenon supply instructor self down…

…When she awoke, she checked her space watch: 2012.

She sat when she thought about how she would never go back, but she had work to do. She set off for the coordinates the leaders gave her.

When she arrived, she found a small table near the back and asked for a menu. The hostess handed her flimsy landed a piece of cardboard. Hannah looked it over curiously. She figured she had to get used to this millennium.

Just then, two teenagers walked in.

“What you mean Siberia in a town?” cried the girl. She was wearing a Fire Nation uniform and carrying a saxophone.

The other team put his head to his hands and said, “How many times do I have to explain this, Alyssa? Siberia is a region!”

“Oh…” She droned.

Hannah Cooley setback in your booth and waited for them to get near. As soon as they did, Hannah casually remarked, “So this is what the Fire Nation sends to assist me? Well, it’ll do.”

And thus, the Anti-Praying Mantis Baby Squad was born.