Crasher lived up to her name...and crashed through the windows of an ancient keep, standing on a rough mountain side in northern Scotland.
The window shattered, and Crasher protected her face with her arms. She landed with a thud on the wooden floor in what appeared to be a infirmary. tons of medical equipment and beds were standing in a row against one side of the room. And as she got her bearings she saw a bed with lots of technical equipment attached to it...sensors of every kind, and tubes wich fed the patient nourishment and water.
My god!!! It was Ameristar!!!
Crasher managed to pick herself up from the floor...the armor seemed to function normaly again. With tears in her eyes she sat beside her love and caressed her forehead.
"Oh my little star...snfff......" and the she cried for her friend. How long she sat there she couldn´t say, but it was getting darker when suddenly a voice behind her spoke;
"Hello Crasher. So you managed to find us? How?"
Startled she looked up, only to see the friendly greyhaired Marc, who had rescued Ameristar a short while ago. She rewarded him with a smile and asked;
"Oh Marc, how is she? Is there any hope?"
"Yes, apparently there is. just this morning her brain activity showed increased values all over. And now you appear. How did you find us mon cheri?"
"Well...it wasn´t actually me....it was the armor..."
"The armor?"
"Yes, it suddenly ignored all my commands and launched itself acroos the Atlantic, leaving my friends on the way to find the book we were looking for..."
"Ah yes, that. That matter is in control now. Your father is happy with the results, and he will contact you soon. he is a bit busy right now...the death of the leaders of the covert organisations you battle has put his plans on hold."
Suddnely Ameristar gasped and wailed like a banshee...and the armor began to walk towards her
Crasher could feel the armor heating up inside...
"Marc help out of this thing...it´s geeting hot in here...somethings happening..."
They struggled and manged to open the armor enough for Crasher to slip out of it and stand away from it as it approached the bed where Ameristar now convulsed.
Marc stared in disbelief at the scene...
"I feel a prescense in the armor...a powerfull prescense...nothing I have ever felt before...it´s...trying ti communicate with Ameristar..."
In the bed Ameristar seemed to relax a bit more, but her body was covered in sweat and spittle.
Crasher took her hand but got an electric jolt that threw her to the other side of the room.
Marc ran to her.
"Are you allright?" he helped her on her feet.
"Ouchie....that hurt...but I´m allright, thanks."
"It seems you are not to interfere with the process." said Marc with a pondering tone.
"What effin process? The armor is tryiong to kill her or something!" Crasher yelled in desperation.
Marc took her shoulders. "No...this is something else..a powerfull mind...yet full of widom and age beyond anyone I have ever met...older than your father even."
"What!? But he´s..."
"Yes...ancient is a good word. But this being is beyond age...beyond man...we should let it do what it wants."
They witneesed the armor suddenly glowing...a glow that engulfed the bed with an emerald light...almost like st Elmo´s fire...then Ameristar faded out of their sight...and so did the armor...
Only the emerald light shone in a central part of the room...but as suddenly as it had appeared, as suddenly it too vanished...only to be replaced with Ameristar standing there, with her Armor on...and her eyes were emerald.
