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Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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The U took a breath, as much as the massive machine complex could breath, his physical body long trapped beneath the layers of technology, magical enhancement spells, and the bulk of the earth itself. He had managed to keep the lid on the civil war, for 10,000 years now, but this was the final insult. The Upload terrorist group had sent another netspike, this one shutting down sector 20 N by 200 W. It was only 20 minuets in all, but the near chaos as AI and man fought over the dwindling power was a personal insult, and he would have to show them who was in charge of this empire.

The being focused once more, the magical energies gathering in his active royal chamber. "I will form you again," the face said, "And you will be my hand..." As the spells converged, a woman, seeming to be in her early 30s, with bright blue hair materialized, her officer uniform spelling out her rank, Lieutanant Commander, and her department, "U Prime Spec Ops." Her pale face glew with color, as finally, the U gave her his greatest gift, the most powerful spell he could muster. " o sopro da vida". She awoke, finding herself ready, with the knowldge to lead the U Prime to peace. "My Lord," she began, "I am needed again?."

"Yes, Commander Viletta. The Empire is at war, and I am too much of the world to fight. Form my old combat unit again, and we shall bring peace."

Bowing, Viletta left the prescience of the U, walking over to a transporter. In an instant, she was at the old converted military base, the new Headquarters for U Prime's Spec Ops. It was now a time for waiting, as the others would show.


It would be an interesting day for the mages that were summoned to U Prime, as Viletta noticed the assistants and general staff fill in, the job pre-arranged. "The U planned all of this, why... why now.." she began, the silent sound of keystrokes filling the air. "I'll have to see my new squad, what they can bring to the table."

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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"So this must be the place, huh?" Lilina was soaring high above the newly converted military complex. Down below, she could see people from all around entering the front, and other like herself, flying in. There was a powerful aura in the air. She could tell that some of the mages around weren't ordinary military. They were powerful. "Somehow, I don't feel like I fit in," she thought to herself.

It was only days before that her commander informed her that she would be assigned to the "U Prime Spec Ops." But no other details were given to her, nor the reason why she was chosen. They didn't even let her say goodbye to her students, whom some were only weeks away from graduation.

"What do you think, Lunar Flower?" Lilina voice wavered. "DON'T WORRY, YOU WILL BE OKAY, MY MASTER" She had reached the main entrance and slowly walked inside, holding her gem close to her chest. "Now, where to I go from here?"

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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Iris stood atop a sky scraper, balanced on one foot at it's highest point narrow point looking out over the city. She had been told she would receive her first mission soon after these years of training she had been put through as such she certainly looked forward to it. She tightened her grip on the light blue staff she held in her right hand. "Sakuya.. Is this the right path?" she asked her device as she buckled the black trench coat she wore, the breeze this high was rather cold. The Device responded to her in an odd language, "心配しないでマスター" though she was able to understand it perfectly. "I suppose I shouldn't" she smiled and leaped from the building pairs of wing's sprouting from her feet that allowed her to glide gently down, and begin walking as she waited for instruction on her first mission.
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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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From the main entrance, Lilina was greeted by two security guards, with their weapons close by. "May we see you're I.D. please." They had serious looks on their face and made her feel quite nervous. "Um, sure, let's see where I put it." Searching through her bags frantically, her face turned blue from shock. "Crap, it's not here, what should I do?" The two men stepped closer to her, the one on the left reaching down for his staff that laid on the wall. "I.D. please." They were getting impatient. She stuttered for a moment and took a step back, reaching for the gem around her neck. Seeing this as a threat, the man on the left pointed his staff only inches from Lilina's face, but before he could get a word out, a familiar, gentle voice echoed through the room.

"Why, if it isn't Lilian? You sure have grown since the last time I have seen you." The guard, still holding his weapon high turned his head back. "Doctor, do you know this girl?" My heart skipped a beat, could it be? From the long central staircase, the doctor slowly made his way down. "Yes I do, know if you don't mind, please put down you weapon. You scaring her half to death." The two guards looked at each other and nodded their heads, "We apologize for this ma'am," though the one on the left had a sarcastic tone to his voice. The doctor reached in his pocket and tossed a small, crystal-like keychain to Lilina. "Although I would love to catch up with you, I have an important meeting I am on my way to. But I am sure that our paths with meet again, very soon." And with that, the doctor turned up and headed back up the stairs. Lilina's heart was still racing, and she was able to let out a word until she had lost sight of him. "Doctor..."

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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Aranom's boots clanked along the metal flooring of the inner corridors of the new HQ of the ressurected special combat unit, U Prime Special Ops. The unit was a myth, even amongst the elite instructors of The U's military regiments, of whom Aranom was a part of. Officially, he was allowed into almost every secured area on the planet, except U Prime Special Ops base, which was here. He had been forced to show Identification, which apperently angered Canis, his familiar and friend.

The wolf-like creature tailed behind him slight on his left side, with Aranom's other familiar sitting on his master's right shoulder. "Well Canis, Draconis, here we go again." The man's voice was rough, assorting a slight sense of friendship, with an undertone of command. "Going into another breifing room to get another mission which will likely involve some form of battle or another." In truth, it had been many, many years, almost a decade since Aranom had been in a mortal combat situation; a decade in which he had thought himself forgotten by the beauracracy of The U's higher ups.

Canis, appearing as a dog, spoke. "You are still in your magic-using prime Aranom, you have no reason to be nervous," the canine's voice was feral, almost a snarl, but his master understood this well, given that most dogs could not speak in a human language. At this moment, Draconis decided to pipe in. "It has been over a decade since you have required our assistance in combat, sir; aren't you looking forward to stretching your wings once more?" The Elemental Dragoon spoke in a higher pitched voice, still a child in his own years, placing an ackward inflection on every 's' he spoke.

"This is true Draconis, but with combat, comes danger, and I may rely on you, my friends, heavily in the coming conflicts." The three traveled down the corridor, the canine on padded feet, the dragon on his summoner's shoulder, and the dull "thud" of the man's leather boots.

After several minutes of wandering corridors, the group reached a door, a very old model security door. One of the older kinds, blast proof, shell proof, bullet proof, but luckily not code proof. The door was large, with many layers of locks. Most likely, this was the room they seeked; Canis' reaction to the scents inside proved it, the dog was anything if not protective.

The summoner approached the door, raising his voice. "Aranom Khornim. Position: Instructor. Rank: Major. Combat Specialty: Summoning. Military ID Number 759387. Access Code: 139 Beta, Alpha, Zulu, Gama, Delta.

With the ending of the protocol, the door chimed "Access Granted" and the several layers slid open, allowing the Major access to the room. Aranom stepped through the threshold.....
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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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In the Dark Reaches, a narrow passage of space between the homeworld and the shattered remnants of the alien worlds that humanity had accidentally destroyed, bordered on all sides by an asteroid belt, the cruiser Charlemagne drifted. Boris stood on the bridge and watched as they approached their target. Maneuvering rockets guided the massive ship through the dense cluster of planetary fragments. The craft listed to port somewhat, and the main thrusters were offline, sputtering plasma into the ether. No lights were on, giving the cruiser the look of a dead ship, just as he wanted.

"Captain," the executive officer spoke, "we have detected the energy signature of the enemy."

"Show me."

A monitor flickered to life. In the dim blue glow of the image, Boris smiled. A small colony-- that's all it was. They had scavenged derelict spaceships to build a crude cluster of buildings on one of the larger asteroids. A number of protective spells had reinforced the basic structure, and there even appeared to be a magically created river flowing around the great rock.

"Cyphers," Boris commanded, "focus on bringing those shields down. Inform me once they are. Lieutenant Craft, have the gunners standing by, and make ready all battle mages for combat."

The cyphers, counter-magic specialists, cast their subtle divination magic to root out the source of the barriers, and any weaknesses with spells so minor in appearance, that any sensitive in the pirate colony would likely mistake them for backgorund magical fluctuations. Boris stretched his own perception out as thinly as he could. He always liked to see if he could detect anything from either the enemy or the cyphers, although his own perception wasn't so finely tuned.

In the belly of the ship, two dozen battle mages prepared their weapons. The great cannons, which focused the mages' own magical energy, were aimed at the colony. As the magnetic shields were primed, the mages whispered their prayers for the coming battle.

"Sir, seven targets approaching. They appear to be the pirate vessels we're looking for."

"Excellent." Boris permitted himself a small, satisfied smile. "Once they are at half our maximum firing range, activate the magnetic shields, give me full power, and then blow them out of the sky."

Weaving through the shattered asteroids, the pirates approached the apparently dead dreadnought. They had attacked several convoys from U that had attempted to bypass the asteroid field by traversing the Dark Reaches. As long as the pirates were content to prey on civilian or merchant vessels, the U took relatively little notice of them. Once they had set their sights on official U governing craft, they had as good as signed their own death warrants.

"Captain, the enemy vessels are approaching your desired firing range, however cyphers repor the shield is not yet down over the enemy colony," Lt. Craft reported.

"Very well, let's make them work for us. Have the navigators refocus their abilities to support my own spells."

Boris sat in his chair and sighed as his mind expanded beyond his human shell. At once the sights and sounds of the enemies ships entered his senses. The whisper of the engines through space, the excited pulse of the pirates as they thrilled in their hunt, the smell of ionized gases in the void around the enemy colony. And then he heard it, the first conscious thought of the nearest pirate.

"... back in time to see the missus before I-"

His thoughts were interrupted, stopping altogether as Boris' spell of domination, boosted at this range by the navigators, bent all his thoughts to follow the simple commands whispered by Boris.

Turn your craft around and fly directly into the colony shields.

Without a word, the pirate reversed his course and throttled to maximum speed, smashing himself against the protective barrier of his own home. The remaining pirates swore in fear and confusion until they, one at a time, did the same. The last two pirates realized the source of the danger came from the Charlemagne. They opened fire, but by then, the shields were already up-- they had been too concerned over their allies to notice. Their fire lasted only moments before they too found their thoughts turned against them, and they destroyed themselves in suicide runs against their own homes.

The cyphers suddenly felt the shield flicker and weaken. At once they reported their findings, and worked their subversive magic to crumble the field altogether. Boris ordered the battle mages to stand by for the firing order, wiping blood from his nose.

"We beseech you, sire," came a voice from the colony, "we are at your mercy. We surrender."

"Excellent," Boris responded, "lower all remaining defenses and we will spare your miserable lives."

With the line of communication cut, Boris turned to Craft.

"Once the defenses are completely down, order the battle mages to reduce their pathetic colony to atoms. I must retire to my quarters. Inform me once you have succeeded, understood?"

"Aye, sir."

In his private chamber, Boris could still feel the energy pulses of the firing cannons. Faintly, he could hear the pirates plaintive wailing from the bridge loudspeakers. The sound was cut short as the colony was either crippled or destroyed. The bombardment continued for a half hour, with little to no resistance from the pirates.

Instead, the captain turned his attention to the flashing light indicating a priority message had been received. He played the recording from U Prime Special Ops. Sighing, he tapped the intercom.

"Once we are rid of these pirate scum, set course to return home at maximum speed. It appears we may be reassigned."
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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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"Call, Spectre" Villetta chanted, the spell warping a small pocket of time and space. Inside the pocket, a small, blue armored creature made its way into the world of existence, the chibified armor floating above his mistress. "My Mistress," it began, "I am needed again?" Viletta pet the small being, saying, "Yes, the Empire is in danger again, and we must," "I will do my duty" the Spectre quoted, floating to a smaller desk. "Cast off! Light Form!" The Spectre glew for a moment, revealing the operator, a fairy. "I'll let in the new members of the Team, Mistress!" she said, her voice full of energy. "Well, at least Spectre is in good health," the commander said, her Unison device serving as her general secretary.

"Hello there, Aranom," Villetta began, rising from her seat, "So, the greatest summoner of our time returns to us, and he brought his friends, I see." "Friends! Friends!" Spectre chanted, while focusing on a warp spell, the area around her desk becoming like a cultist's base., as strange symbols from beyond normal reason faded in and out of reality,. "I'll be back, Mistress, need to welcome the new members!" With those words, the Unison devices faded out, re-focusing near Lilina's location.

The doctor walked out, and in a flash of light Spectre appeared, ordering, "Miss Lilina, Miss Lilina," the Device began, "I am Spectre, and I will take you to the meeting room, follow me,!" To an outside observer, the Device appeared hyperactive, unfocused, but Spectre had another mission, this one using one of her most powerful spells to appear directly on Iris's shoulder.

"Madame Iris, I am Spectre, the avatar of your new Commander, but it is not time for the tactical mission... you must wait, and arrive at the HQ, for a moment. She will give you the documents that are needed, then you can attack the terrorist forces..." Specter seemed much older in this form, the nominally small Unison device taking on some of the attributes of Viletta, yet keeping her own body in its regular form. "Thank you, for listening..." the ghostly form said, before reverting to full Spectre.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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She nodded her head softly to the orders she had received. "To HQ then." she said to her self tapping her right foot on the ground, the tip of the toe of her right shoe lightly touching the ground with each tap, "Let's go Sakuya, we must move quickly". She flipped a switch changing the language setting to one people could better under stand if needed, then The purple sphere in the head of the staff lit up as the device spoke in a soft Female voice "Yes master, Flash Move". the Toe of her foot hit the ground again and blurred along with the rest of her body.

It didn't take long for her to arrive at the U HQ, less then a few seconds at the speed she used to get there. Walking through the main doors she ignored the keypad to the side, though it wasn't like she needed to actually pay attention to them, as to any one else who might have been watching it would have appeared that the keys pushed them selves, though this wasn't the case. A computerized voice spoke to her as she passed to the 3rd set of doors "Please speak your name, Rank, and Passcode".

Her voice rose up to meet the demands of the system "Iris Lilium, Aerial Mage Specialist, 1st Battalion, Passcode: Alpha Zeta Three one nine, It is said that if evil truly exists in this world, it resides in the heart of man." The computer voice spokee to her again. "Name verified, Passcode Accepted. Voice Check Verified, You may enter, Lieutenant Iris" and with that she entered through those doors and proceeded to find where she needed to go.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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Bphang ... the rifle chimed as the last outlaw fell to the ground, all of his life seeping out of his body. He had already been pinned to a crate by a Belkan spell, the shot to the head just finished it. Lucius Nielfax left the body there, a sign to other criminals who dared try to oppose the U, they would all pay. He hung his Bar Mk VII on his back, and turned around, fixing the horizon, if it could be called that: in the great omni-polis that was U, one could often not see more than a few dozen meters in front of him; buildings of concrete and steel acted as a forest, blocking the view, and creating almost perpetual shadow in the city.

The merc. started walking back to his metra-bike, stolen and hacked of course. The U would provide legal cover if need be; after all, he was working for him. Just as he slung his legs over the saddle, his wrist monitor beeped, and before he knew it, the calm, controlled cybernetic voice of the U rang in his head, thanks to his wired-up headset. Good kill Lucius, I thank you. Newcoming hackers are not tolerated when they try to break up an electronic sector of the city. He got what he deserved. However, you are needed urgently, at the newly formed Spec Ops military base. A matter of great urgency, go now. Lucius just muttered "alright, sir", before charging off on his metra-bike.

Arriving at his rendez-vous point, on the outskirts of the Forest, he saw a chopper waiting for him. He got off the bike and headed towards it, the noise from its rotors ringing in his ears as he mounted, and it took off. As it activated it's plasma thrusters, and blasted at high speed towards the military base, Lucius wondered what this "matter of great urgency" could be. He was pretty sure, there was unrest among the people, and someone was needed to quell it. He would be needed for the dirty work, and as usual, he didn't mind.

He reached the Spec Ops Base helipad in a matter of minutes, and dismounting, headed down a stairwell into the heart of the fortified bunker. His head-set flashed with some coordinates: turn left, straight on, left, right ... He reached door 140755. As the bounty hunter approached the old fashioned door, it asked in a metallic voice: Name, Rank, Number, etc ... I hate programmed voices. Instead, he focused on it, blotting out all of it's external-going security systems and traps, and the alarms, and placed his right hand on it. Slowly, he channeled anger into it, and the door broke out of its hinges, crumbling, and screeching with a delightful sound. He threw it behind him, and entered the briefing room, if that's what it was, and looked at everyone's bewildered faces. He always liked to enter with style.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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Aranom stepped further into the room, quite impressed with all the operators in this area; however, it had been awhile since he had had the chance to operate with Lieutenant Colonel Villetta. The lady was, quite frankly, a legend. The summoner kneeled, out of a sign of respect due to his respect for authority. His canine companion mimicked the gesture fruitlessly. Quadropeds just couldn't kneel. "A pleasure, Lieutenant Colonel. You flatter me with your compliments, however."

The room was impressive, what much ornate then his old lecturing hall back in the Military Summoning Barracks. Minitors covered the chamber. Thinking to himself, ::Hmm, suitable for a Spec Ops devision:: It had been far to long since Aranom had been in the field, having taken a sabatical to pass on his knowledge. Of course, all of his previous classes had a passing rate of 5% of people who were suitable to join the Summoning Squad, or SS.

Regaining his calmness, and slight sense of humor, the major decided to give everyone a warning. "People, don't touch Canis...the familiar to my left...otherwise you'll end up dead on this floor. Thank you." Aranom walked up to Villetta, curious as to the objectives of the mission at hand. and who the others were. "Villetta, I assume that I will be given the papers explaining the situation and current objectives as well as the list of all allies that will be acting in unison with Spec Ops? How many others are currently on their way to this location?

At this moment, Aranom heard the metallic shriek of the door being ripped off its hinges...::Oh why in the bloody name of The U do we always have to have a bad ass show off?:: Aranom had dealt with these types before. Without turning around, the fushion device happened to be turned around in the pouch, seing through the fabric and giving the image to Aranom, he spoke. "Well, some youth has a pole shoved up their ass this morning. Who the hell do you think you are going aroudn ripping doors down in a military institution? Trying to be cool are you? " The man laughed. "Canis, Draconis..." His familiars understood, via the telepathic link with their master, and the dragon hopped off of Aranom's shoulder, landing on the floor with a "click", his wings folded."

The summoner reached his hand to his shirt, withdrawing a pendant with 2 crescents intersecting. His hand touched the cool, metal and it glowed. Suddenly, the summoned creatures grew. Canis become a massive slightly above waist height creature, his lips pulled back, bearing his massive fangs. His claws extended. Draconis, unable to extend his massive wingspan, stood on all fours, going through the same changes as Canis, although a bit shorter.

"Canis, Draconis....attack formation alpha, sick him" At this the beasts leaped forward, the two swerving down the aisle, crossing paths in a helix pattern. The "thump" of their padded feet became quicker, nearing the man who had blown apart the door. Canis snarling with feral aggression, and Draconis hissing.

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As the two familiars in the room grew to an upseting size, and the summoner, one Aranom something-or-other let them loose on him, Lucius directly rolled back out of the doorway, and grabbing the crumpled metal door, telekinetically flung it back, through the open doorway, at the two creatures. He immediatly followed with a succession of heat-based Belkan spells that melted the sides of the doorframe as they wizzed passed it. He pulled his pistol out, and shot, again and again. "Nobody messes with Lucius Nielfax ! Hear me summoner ?!". He waited there, gun in one hand, a grenade in the other. He didn't care about making a mess, if this base was new, they would have replacement parts, wouldn't they ?

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"GENPHEST G-WALL!" Spectre warped into the room, her sheer power distorting most magics, as the heat spells seemed to fizzle out of existence, like small firecracker snuffed by a foot. His ammunition, was rendered inert by the small Unison Device's general Protection spell, fell to the ground, as the local gravity caused the weapons to invert, and harmlessly explode in flight, the shrapnel contained by the gravity spell. "And who the hell are you," Viletta began, walking into the room. "You come into MY department," she began, Spectre fusing with her mistress "Try to kill the greatest Summoner known to the U, and think you are hot shit!" The woman's voice was laced with anger. "Gespenst form!" The woman's body was covered by the blue armored suit, the magical dividing stakes at the ready.

If Lucius tried to flee, he would notice that two hands held him down, the armor's eyes glowing with a bright red power locked onto his face. "Now give me one good reason I should not execute you for betraying the U, destroying official property, and committing attempted murder!" The armor had a sick smile on its face. "Now get speaking... boy..."

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Still slightly stunned from her previous encounter with the doctor, Lilina nodded at the device that appeared before her and began to slowly follow it, making sure to be fully aware of her surrounding. Something just didn't feel right to her here. From the top of the central staircase, the path split into several halls, each given it's own department. The device took her down a hall with several turns and to the far right, above the door a sign read, "Special Ops, Unauthorized entry prohibited." The device inserted itself into a small hole in the door, which opened up. "Take out the key chain and hold it up to the next door, it'll be large one, and state you name, rank, and nam....." The device suddenly disappeared mid-speech. This didn't give a Lilina a good feeling.

"But I must press forward!" She was trying to sound tough, though on the inside, she hated important military related business, as they made her quite nervous. All the high ranking people around, judging your every move. Her students were her life-saver from all the formalities. But, why me? Why was I suddenly brought here?

She held her arm high, key chain in hand , "Lilina Tsukihana, Aerial Combat and Defense Instructor, Captain, ID Number 28876543. Access Code: 139 Beta, Alpha, Zulu...."What came next again...oh yeah," Gama, Delta. The large metal door let out a loud yet synthetic voice, "Entry permitted" The door slowly opened up.

The sight that behold her didn't quite make any sense. Enemies? Practice? Am I even in the right place? She grasped her gem in her hand. ::Lunar Flower, activate:: The gem in her hand floated in front of her, letting out a faint purple aura. Then, with a flash, the gems slowly stretched itself out into a long pole, with orbs of light pulsar to the tip, which soon formed itself the crescent moon. "What's going on here!?" Though she sounded confident, her legs were still a little shaky at the sight of the two powerful looking familiars, both of the gazing with vicious intent at another man on the other side of the room. Not the mention the extremely powerful aura given off by their owner.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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Iris walked into the room, making a point to ignore the outburst that had taken place, choosing instead to quietly take her seat before even analyzing the situation, after doing so she sighed. and placed her device Sakuya upon the table, "Commander don't you think you released just a little too much power for this?". She sighed as the other entered and probably made the situation worse.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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Aranom Khorim realized that the Lieutenant Colonel had matters under control; at least, as much as a hot headed merc could be controlled. "Canis! Draconis! Heel!" As otherworldly creatures, Canis, was still a canine. "Calm down, let Villetta deal with him". Both of the familiars suddenly glimmered, turning into their human forms. Canis, now a dark, pony tailed giant of a man, and Draconis, the bald, earless, but more wiry looking human. They might have passed for normal...if they didn't possess the ears and tail of their species.

Still not turned towards the door, Canis and Draconis stood by the flanks of their master. "Forgive the altercation my friends, the matter is settled just a dispute over....methods. Ah Lieutenant Iris, always a pleasure. Instructor Lilina, how are you?" The major knew these two, having heard of the Lieutenant, the so called "Living Weapon" and taught alongside Lilina. The fact that Iris was referred to made the summoner laugh. Canis and Draconis were the only "Living Weapons" that lived up to the name. However, he did not know either personally, just vaguely and in passing. Canis stared at the pair...probably contemplating the best way to rip their throats out without fangs. Even as a human form, Canis was a ferally agressive being. Draconis stood, motionless, starring at the newcomers with unblinking eyes...literally.

Aranom remained standing, but moved closer to the two people who just entered. Waiting for the mercenary and the commadner to finish their business.
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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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She sighed lightly running her hands softly along her staff. While she had certainly fought this man, and nearly lost, she hadn't taken any of her limiters off for that battle. She was rather tired, placing her head lightly on the table until the meeting could be called to order. Her lips mouthing out words in another language to her self, apparently handling some sort of meditation. to keep her self come and keep herself awake, she hadn't slept in quite a while

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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It took Lilina a moment to fully take in the events the unfolded. "Aranom Khorim?" That man, he looked very familar...but from where? Oh..crap. Realizing how informal she was being, she quickly change her staff back into the gem and saluted to him, "Umm...please excuse myself" Her legs were trembling at the mistake she had made for not saluting eariler.

Although it had only been for a short time, Aranom had been a temporary teacher at the complex she had worked it. Every student their wanted to learn from the the greatest summoner of our time. No other summoner could match up to him, or at least that was what passed among the students and other teachers.

Off to the side was a man not dressed in military uniform, yet appeared fully armed. ::Did he cause the problem here?:: Facing him was a woman, her face stared steadfastly into that mans eyes, ready to attack at any moment. Lilina looked back over to Aranom, but he shook his head at her, letting her know not to get involved.

Turing her gaze across the room, she noticed a girl at a table with her head down. She was quite beautiful, but also looked very strong. Though she still didn't know what had transpired before she got there, she stepped over to the table and took a seat, facing her attention to the central figure of the room. "So, this must be who called us here, huh?" She turned her head to the girl in front of her.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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The girl smiled a bit but not raising her head to answer "Forgive me for not raising my head, I am tired. But yes, I do believe she is the one who summoned us.". She finally rose her head now though feeling it might be a good idea to do so now that the meditation had been done "I'm Lieutenant Iris Lilium" she extender her right hand out "If your ranked under me don't worry about the salute, If over me I apologize." Her silver like eyes shined a bit almost a dull glow as they shifted over to the confrontation, watching in case she might need to spring in to action.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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As the woman in front of him grabbed him and held him in place, Lucius realised his grand arrival had just pissed everyone off. Looking at the summoner, with a cold stare, he then answered the woman's barked order: "The name's Lucius Nielfax, Elite Mercenary under the direct orders of the U himself. That summoner tried to kill ME, I just defended myself from his rabid dog and lizard, he spat, and now I'm the one getting the blame because I blew a door off. The U called me here personally, he wouldn't be happy to learn of my death. Release me !"

The merc. changed the spectrum of vision on his headset to properly see the magic power being controlled around the room. It was almost terrifying. This Viletta woman was controlling a vast amount of power, which kept Lucius in place, firmly. Better not get too hot-headed, that bitch could kill me now ... He waited for her judgement.

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Re: Magical Lyrical Technical Wings IC Thread

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The dark red eyes of the Gespest form faded away, the woman's face now visible. "And I am Viletta Valdim, the ranking officer of this base. I am the U's presence on this base, and I shall deal with him later. As for now," The seven seals below and around Lucius fell apart, letting the mercenary stand on his own. "Welcome back, Master Nielfax, I see you made the usual attempt at a dynamic entry..." Her dry humor was a way she dealt with the usually craziness of running a major base, and this incident was no different.

"Major Aranom, of all people to cause a fight, I would not expect you would make a scene when we have new members of our team here!" The utter and clear indignation in her voice showed, as she cast off the armor, her Unison device floating above her shoulder now. "We shall have a discussion later, but first," She turned to the rest of the newcomers. "Welcome to the U Prime Spec Ops. You have all been selected by the U himself to lead the Empire to a new peace. Your fighting skills, magical talents, and personalties have been selected as the best of the best. In fact, you all could take on a good part of the normal Defense forces by yourselves."

She stopped herself, beaconing deeper in the base. "But enough talk for now, follow me into the meeting room, and we will discuss our first training mission."

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