Jane Doe's Story

Two lightly decorated officers walked casually from their air drop to a small make shift base in the middle of some desert hell hole. The faint sound of rowdy partying grew from the base as they approached the structure. Upon entering they noticed many young soldiers gathered around in a tightly packed circle in the middle of the room around a taller woman in black leather playing a guitar as those around her sang along.
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At first they didn't recognize this pierced and tattooed woman but soon came to the realization that this was the very person they had been sent to debrief. One of the officers coughed to draw attention to them causing the young soldiers that noticed to abruptly stand at attention. The woman spoke with snark in full confident much to the discomfort of the officers "Calm down boys, they only bite when they're cornered". She leaned in examining the two (These two look like they just got promoted yesterday)& spoke with laughter in her voice "So what's my new assignment young officers?"
The first of the two to speak was a skinny man who's appearance betrayed his age and spoke in a cigarette torn guttural voice "The only information we have to give is that you've been reassigned to pilot the LEM4 Bombay and that we are to escort you to it's location from here".
The second to speak was a short doughy bookish looking man who looked far to young for his age and spoke in a condescending tone "That is if you are the one we were assigned to meat in this forsaken place. Would you happen to be one Jane Doe?".
Jane ignored this and continued speaking to the skinny officer "So how is Felix?"
The skinny officer started but was rudely cut off by the doughy officer "The Bombay, if that's what you're referring to? Remains structurally sound but the AI has been temperamental as of late".
The skinny officer cut in before his companion could continue "We have made some upgrades to the weapons and armor but rest assured the AI has been left untouched despite certain grievances by...certain people".
-Some Time Later at a New Location-
The Bombay stood against the back wall of the room with it's cockpit open. Without instruction Jane climbed in and shut the hatch. Activating all the components from muscle memory she reactivated the Bombay. The screen turned on revealing it's avatar to be unchanged. "Hello Felix" Jane said happily and smiled for Felix. The avatar hopped up and down smiling and cheering in response.

An argument between a pair of voices could be heard off in the distance "I can find my way around you don't have to follow me around" "That may be true but I was ordered to give you a tour" A tour?!" "Yes a tour" "Which moron gave you that ludicrous order?" "That 'moron' is your superior!" "Lube it up and shove it up your ass errand boy! I've got too many problems without having to drag you around!". The two rounded a corner making themselves visible to the others. The short doughy officer was arguing with Jane who was still in her civilian attire. They continued arguing as they sauntered down the long straight-away to the others. The officer spoke in a condescending tone, consistently stating his rank as if it were higher than it actually was, taking the occasional inappropriate sideways glance at Jane's ass, and reiterating the same holier than thou lecture about conduct. Jane's retort to this being a lot of snark, sarcasm, and old obscure references that the young officer didn't know. Once at her destination next to an obviously younger pilot she waved off the pompous trust fund officer who begrudgingly stormed away. She then stood at attention in a far more professional military posture then she would ever allow some trust fund officer to witness "Jane Doe reporting for duty to Second Lieutenant Aerionelle Franz Remil".

=Vage's sobering look of humility after his reprimand from the Captain was interrupted by a rather strong punch to the shoulder by his compatriot Laymin.= "I wouldn’t worry too much. If I’m feeling better, I might even come help out with digging. Maybe not at 0400 though.”.

=A light smile grew upon the young mans lips as he looked up and smiled at Laymin= "Thank you, and glad to see you made it back okay. Rest and get well I should be fine friend."

=Once Laymin walked over to Corpse and the two made their way off the landing zone Vage turned to face Lt. Remil.= "Permission to be rest before carrying out tomorrows task ma'am?"

=Lt Remil glanced over to Vage= Captain Stone said be at the Cemetery at 0400 tomorrow. I want you to be there at 0330. Though doubtful, Captain Stone may take it easier on you if he gets word you are the early.

=Vage nodded understanding that this was not so much an order as a way to express atonement for his actions. He gave her a salute before making his way off the landing zone. "Thank you ma'am."

"Oh and Vage." =Came the words from Lt. Remil as Vage was making his way off the landing zone before stopping hearing her call his name and looking back.

"What you did was stupid, reckless, and against our highest orders, but you may have saved a good number of lives today, take that with you tomorrow morning," she said.

=Vage smiled and nodded= "Thank you Lieutenant."


=Lt Remil smiled back and soon directed her attention strait up. With the sun going down she is still able to make out the silhouette of the Stratian Ring that loomed over them, red and blue lights flickering across it; we're it not the home of their enemy and the source of the planets devastation it would perhaps be seen in a far more spectacular perspective however like much things in life, the most beautiful can be the most deadly. She studied it some as blond traces still blew in the air from the wind propelled from the choppers blades. Going deep in thought as she has overheard Vage praising Laymin for coming back alright. In her mind these words manifested=

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o0O( I guess we should count ourselves fortunate, for the most part we all have come back alive. But did we all truly come back okay? Though some of us were fortunate to walk away with minor skuffs, scrapes, and burns, many likely have been gravely wounded in other ways.)
=Remil sees flicker of lights outside of the ring likely being that of aircraft being blown out of the sky in the far distance. Aerionelle looks back down and watches her squad walking away. and continues thinking.=
o0O ( They hide it well. I would even have to assume Marlo being no different in this. The amount of calamity each one likely has had to bare witness. The emotional wounds each one carries have to be tough to bare and hide, and perhaps as fatal as any Stratian bullet. I will have to be cautious not to aggravate any such injury.)

=Aerionelle let out a sigh and turned toward the direction of her quarters before spotting two Artomidian soldiers standing before her, one of which was cladded in an eniknight. In synchronized unison the two saluted her. Only one of them spoke and seemed to speak on behalf of the other.= "Subject 16 and Iceman reporting for duty to Second Lieutenant Aerionelle Franz Remil. As of today we've been assigned to your squadron.

=Aerionelle clenched a fist momentarily in frustration. The higher ups knew they just came out of combat and not only that but one of their closest comrades was killed in action. She wondered why they didn't at least give them the time to mourn first, but then again this was a time of war where lack or urgency is seen as a luxery. And with her being encharge of all men under her it was her duty to put personal feelings aside for the good and survival of her nation. Her grip loosened and the expression on her face remained poised as she slowly lifted a tired salute to the two.

"Project 16 you say? You must be involved with Dr. Splietzer then... I'm sorry is there any other alias you go by then ..Project 16? =Remil's attention can not help but deviate away from the young Artomidian man and towards the one in it's eniknight. She cocks an eyebrow inspecting the unique looking armor and speaks= And you, why are you in your eniknight? I didn't get word there were other eniknights in the Sulta Battle? Are you about to go out on a sortie of any kind?

=Her questioning was soon interrupted by a scene going on a short distance behind the two as a woman in civilian clothes is arguing with an ANG officer. The conflicted ended shortly and the woman walked up to the other two standing before them and witnessed how quickly her attitude shifted to that of reverence as she matched the other twos posture of attention. "Jane Doe reporting for duty to Second Lieutenant Aerionelle Franz Remil"."

=Lt Remil blinked a moment swearing this one could be of some relation to Layman Shyvell, on the basis of her nature= Also, new to ANGEL's Richmont's Hawks, Ms. Doe?

=Aerionelle was take back a moment at the such abrupt introduction to new members of her squad however a sense of delight did consume her. Perhaps this is a show that ANGEL's victory has already shown great progress in the ANG's fight against the Ring and besides a greater number of eniknights does ensure better chances of survival since now she is certain that the Stratians will be wanting to take more aim at them after their lost today. Still she wonders how challanging these new recruits will be. She has one that is very young, and likely as wet behind the ears as Vage. One who's decora make's Laymin's behavior look like that of an Artomidian celestial saint, and one eniknight cladded eniknight who is either trying to show of their amor, or is lost and thinking they are in the training bays. She is hopeful but reserved at the idea of the three none the less.

Well, at least she was familiar with the project, that saved him from giving a lengthy explanation, most of which he didn't even remember, an unfortunate side effect of the project. "Correct. If I recall correctly, Dr.Splietzer was the spearhead of the project." Subject 16's fist tightened at the thought of the man. While he was responsible for Subject 16's joining the ranks of the Eniknights, he was also responsible for the loss of his memories. To say he had mixed feelings about the man would be a bit of an understatement.

"Unfortunately, no, I have no other name or alias as of yet. However, my name is entirely up for change. If you have any ideas, please do inform me or Iceman if I am not available." On that note, it was time to explain Iceman. Fortunately, his metallic companion decided to explain the situation himself.

"Correction, Second Lieutenant Remil. I am not in an Eniknight anymore than you are in your own body. I am the Eniknight MK3 Iceman, piloted by Subject 16. The Project's intended result was to create Eniknights that could function separately of their pilots. The end result was that I was given sentience, thus their goal was achieved."

He would've normally given Remil some time to let that information sink in, after all, it isn't everyday that an Eniknight walks up to you and says "I'm alive", but a new arrival stole Remil's attention, a miss Jane Doe. Her name was almost as anonymous as his own.

"No Second Lieutenant" Jane said holding her posture and keeping to the point. She was so used to turning her military posture off and on it was nearly automatic at this point. Her civilian demeanor showed through at being next to a sentient Eniknight in the form of a near unnoticeably slight smile. It was always nice to see one of Felix's descendants. (The old tomcat may not have matured but he definitely shows his age in his lineage) she thought to herself with amusement. She couldn't help but wonder if the Eniknight and it's strangely named pilot had ever heard of Felix or his programmer.

=Lt. Remil blinked to see an eniknight with an artificial intelligence of its own. To her a lot of this was very sudden however knowing the slight eccentric Dr. Splietzer, it should probably come to know surprise that he would simultaneously create different variations of the eniknight, The ANG has reached a point of desperation after all. Perhaps since it has been made clear that the eniknights have just proven that a handful of them can not only actually contend but do so well with an invading vanguard of Strations, that other of Splietzers prototypes may be deemed safe to reveal. Regardless her battle for the day is over, and the grief of her fallen friend has been sinking into her chest she feels that retiring for the evening would be best for all.=

=Her voice was tired from many things as the words escaped her lips in the most optimistic way possible- Well Iceman, we will think of something if you wish to see a new name, and to both.. well all three of you I guess I should say, welcome to the ranks. If you'll excuse me though, I am in need of rest. Should you need a tour around or so I will arrange for Sergeant Select Shyvelle to show you around, should serve as a pleasant first duty for her as a NCO. (non-commissioned officer)
=She remarked politely further as she walked past the three, exiting to her quaters= Also please have you're dress uniforms ready. We have a funeral service for a lot of good men and women soon. We owe it to them to be properly in attendance at their wake...

"Yes Lieutenant" Jane said as Remil left. She turned to the two next to her two new companions "Well I'm going to look around a bit before I get situated. Later boys". She swaggered out raising a piece sign as her wave goodbye. She often said she did this for irony but in all honesty it was just an old tired habit from high school. She perused about for a bit familiar with the layout due to classic military predictability. The layout is always the same if not similar and why not it saves time and energy "Same old suffocating box...".

16 frowned at the news. The death of an Eniknight user... Brief and vague images flashed in his head, 15 soldiers lying in pieces on the ground, their Eniknights having ripped themselves apart with their pilots inside... Blood. He shook himself and put a hand to his head. That was the only memory he really had of the lab, and it was one of the only things he wished he COULDN'T remember.
"A tour of the base won't be necessary. I've been here for approximately 7 days on standby, in the event that... Losses were incurred amongst the Eniknight ranks." 16 suddenly didn't feel so great about finally being taken off standby.
He saluted the 2nd Lieutenant as she left, and then wondered if he actually had a dress uniform. He didn't think he did, and he was dead certain they didn't have one that'd fit Iceman. Then the other woman, Jane, flashed them some sort of hand signal after addressing them as "boys" and walking off.

"Wait... Iceman, are you a... male?" 16 inquired of his metal friend, his brow creased in thought. While Iceman didn't have a face to create expressions with, there was definitely a sense of shock and confusion at the question.
"16, you have a nasty habit of asking questions that I can't answer, but I don't think that I have a specific gender, as Eniknights have no need of sexual reproduction. Human sexuality on the other hand is qui-"
At this, 16 threw up his hands to get Iceman to stop talking.
"All right, all right! Forget I asked! Let's just go and see if I can't find a damn dress uniform, whatever that is."
The odd pair walked off the platform and back into the main section of the base.

A short time later Jane was in her new quarters having found nothing new about the base to hold her interest. Her room didn't bear any greater result so she dropped her bag by the door, tossed her guitar onto the bed, and dawned her new dress uniform. She examined it up and down taking note of the little menial differences it had from her old one. She then pocketed her keycard and took a stroll to the mess hall hoping for some kind of ruckus.

(((just can not sleep O.o))
::makingd his way back training grounds Kay would look over to Jane under his sunglasses thinking to his self::~another trouble maker~...Do you need directions?..or something else?....

Jane smiled at him with humor in her eyes "A man should really give his name before asking others about their needs". She sad this in her usual snarky tone that her brothers had taken to calling 'Big Sis Banter'. She tilted her sunglasses and looked Kay once over "What's this? Someone my age? How is that possible? Hahahaha!". She often joked about the minimum age for recruits always calling the young soldiers 'Baby Faced Patriots' but never around active duty personnel.

::he would narrow his eyes a little not knowing if that if he was to be insulted or to agree with her::...I am one of your commanding officers...Capt.Stone and no i am not one of these trust fund idiots.i have eared my ranks....but for right now i am off duty..::the term off duty was alien to him as a fish growing fur::...I ask because when i was new i got lost and in trouble a lot by my senor staff...::he would frown a little at his own comment::~being nice is not my thing~::he would then study her uniform::to tell you the truth after duty you can dress in what ever you like or be as loud as you want to..but when duty calls be on time and in the right uniform..::under his take top she could see a large scar 7 year old scar that should of been fatal in chest area:: ..does this help you Ms doe?..By the way My name is Kay Luka Stone...I am pleased to meet you::offer her a handshake::...::yes being friendly is hard if you have spend 8 years facing death and seeing friends and alleys die::

::Kay would guess today had to be rude but it could not be help.It suddenly dawn on him that there was something he could do as his ice blue eyes widen under his sunglasses::..exsuse me....we can do this another time.I will owe you a drink of your choosing::He would say and spun around into a dead run:: SORRY! ::he would yell to her but not in away that he would be consider it a scolding::.....::he would sprint past the door the opening thinking he past shiv and marlo but he blurted out::...0600 WAR ROOM TOMORROW ::still glad to be in his prime and years of spec ops training and anti terrorist unit training did not fail him yet as he jump a railing and landed a good 15 ft to the floor.:: ..errr....::he would sprang back into a run this time to pull out a comm link head sit hopeing kira was still avaliable:: kira this is capt. Kay...if you are hearing this or if general star is hearing this i need to see her right now!..and get Dr. Hugo::he would say as he jump a moveing car to slide across the hood like ::...if i am speaking out of protocal i really could careless..i believe i broke just about 49 rules or laws:: he would cut his com link and run for the generals office ::~I know that i might be in deep shit but i just about had enough of this crap~

...I am one of your commanding officers...Capt.Stone and no i am not one of these trust fund idiots.i have eared my ranks....but for right now i am off duty..

Jane smirked confidently curiously Looking down Stone's shirt "No worries there, it's just nice to see one of the good ol' boys all in one piece for once...You got one too eh? What's your's from? I took a knife to the chest this one time". She spoke nonchalantly as she spoke of her injuries almost appearing to find the subject funny. She composed herself and spoke less sarcastically "So where are you headed?".

Twenty four spikes shot into Jane's spinal cord as she linked up with the LEM4 Bombay. The reason she had to go through this was the Ki drive built into the Bombay prototype. This was also the reason the model was discontinued. The advantage of this was that it was harder to detect than the newer crystal system which was also the reason behind Jane's reinstatement. Felix's icon held up a bandage to Jane who was recovering from the initial pain/shock from the needles. Jane had been given the objective of infiltrating the city and was currently awaiting her the location of her prime target. She opened her com [Black cat looking for her mouse]. The thought crossed her mind as it always did (whoever thought of these code words auta be shot).

=Kira responded back to Jane's transmission=

(>Enigma to Black Cat we have confirmed your 20 (location) .What is the current status of your A.O. (area of operation)?

=While Kira was communicating with Jane, Aerionelle was complying with Captain Stone's orders and providing Raven with the information that she was unable to receive. =

(> Acknowledged sir. =Lt. Remil looked down to Raven and lightened her stance to a less hostile one.= Raven, the commander still has his doubts about Vai's condition however he is permitting you to attach to our squad and show us his where abouts. I need not remind you were are in the middle of battle and punctuality is crucial, understand?

=Raven let out a sigh of relief as she put her hand over her heart= Thank you, Lieutenant, yes we haven't a moment to spare.

=Raven's Twilight armor helmet manifest back over her head once more and she jetisons into the air and towards Arkacello. Lt. Remil turns to the others and motions for them to break from the AAST forces and follow Twilight. While doing so she hears Captain Stone's weary message of doubt on the private channel, she replies on the channel as they zip through the city outskirts, beginning to pass through remnants of towering architecture. =

(> Yes sir, Raven will be apprehended utilizing less than deadly force should something be out of the ordinary.

=The destination wasn't exactly a strait shot to the destination, to the eniknights the city was like a giant maze of winding turns where they are forced to maneuver around the defensive gunfire of the turrets above residing on the underbelly of the hovering carriers as they navigated over the city streets where the space between streets and buildings served as corridors. The ground fire not being much of an obstacle at all since the armors were capable of out flying the shots fired from the soldiers rifles. While they were making their way to the hospital, from under her helmet Raven gives out devious smirk, she turns on her com, a closed frequency between her and the Stratian forces.=

(> Ghost Squad this is Chameleon-4, I am within 2 clicks of the primary waypoint with valued targets to my rear. Be advised the value target lead is directly behind me in blue armor and in front of the rest of the formation.

=Captain Seriph and Captain Garlon are standing at ground level in their traditional combat attire. Captain Seriph responds back to Raven=

(> Good work Chameleon-4, Ghost Platoon will move on to phase 2 of Operation Red Horse.

=Captain Seriph looks over to Captain Garlon= She just gave us the clearance to engage the enemy with the ruse attack, I will go ahead and signal our sniper team to be prepare to do their part while you tell the rest of the men to attack.

=Seriph contacts Aster who is still residing within the top of one the skyscrapers overlooking a large strait away of the open city.=

(> Ellionsvie did you hear the transmission? Go on ahead and don your armor for phase 2 of Red Horse.

=While her eye is trained out the window through her scope she replies to Captain Seriph=

(> Copy that, initiating X armor Venganza for Phase 2.

=Aster grips the crystal and an aura of red begins to engulf her being until the light radiates to a brightness no contrast on her can be seen, the illuminated silhouette of her distorts to the silhouette of her Milton variant Venganza armor. She pulls a special cloak over her that is infuzed with radar jamming fiber optics that shrouds her from enemy radar. She holds the scope of her rifle up to her vizor as she hunches forward toward the window. Targeting signatures pop up on her hud of the ANGEL eniknights and Chameleon 4, the names of the armors rest under the target signatures that appear to be weaving closer to the strait away. The signatures are color coded via Aster's mental command, Chameleon 4 color coded in blue , the eniknights in orange, and Aerionelle's Lindwyrm color coded in red which she fixates on and awaits the command to fire.
Asters signal to fire is the same as Captain Garlon's command to be given to the Ghost Platoon to transform into their x armors, which is when the Twilight Armor unsheathes her photon blade. Until such time she waits as she watches the turrets on the two transport carriers overhead as well as the ground forces below fire upon the pending targets with their traditional weaponry.

[Oh thank God! Someone who speaks fucking English around here!] Jane exclaimed as she deployed the Bombay's cloaking system shrouding by somehow redirecting the light around her. She had asked one of the labcoats and was answered with a long wordy headache she wasn't about to bother memorizing. She made her way into the center of the city without detection and was currently seated atop a rather impressive high-rise. Well' impressive to her at least. She scoped out the area and used her position to com back to base without too much interference [Blackcat is in the rat's nest. Who's first on the menu?]. She continue to scope her surroundings and caught a glimpse of some new age stealth tech "That's the problem with this new shit. Too shiny, too many bells and whistles, and way too easy to pick out of a line up, and way to many tells". She wasn't a sniper but she readied her rifle on the target just the same [I got something. Looks like somebody thinks they can hide from me]. She didn't want to admit it but this kid was way out of her range "Ch! Fucker's lucky I work up close and personal".

::the loading ramp of the heavy aircraft would open for petra with a gust of wind hitting his body,making his black torn cloak look like a long outstretch shadow.a great void in the daylight.the 1st time his squad mates could see the full veiw of his cybernetic right army that house his crystal inside.in his machine hand he weld his archaic weapon that was scythe.surprising to be a weapon of wars long ago in a primitive time ::......heh...::he would kneel abit in a running position to charge up is cybernetic leg .he would then use this to leap out into a free fall holding his arms up to so his legs could catch him landing a few yards from his enemy in a kneeling stop with his fist punching into the concrete like a hydraulic shotgun he would look up to vage with his right eye glowing red and his MDS tags hanging down in view of his code name M.D.S.GRIM on the tags...he would slowly stand up still staring at vage like he was going to eat his soul as a strange aura would cover his body black with a dark red outline as pressure in the air would push out from him making the air ice cold like a corpse feel to him.no emotion nothing but his void in the world.he would slowly make his way past the face stealer to push her away as his black armor would slowly cover his body but for a crimson visor that would over his eyes::...your theater work is over...::with that his wings would shot out from under his cloak and pose to be ready for his fight.his armor would erupt in red chi energy as he power up to his max levels that his armor could handle.with this strange sound of whispers::........::he would look upon the angels with no hate nor joy.he would then point his weapon to his enemy and quickly moves into a strange fighting stance::...i will bring you peace in each one of your deaths....(((hope i did not forget anyone)))

::the loading ramp of the heavy aircraft would open for petra with a gust of wind hitting his body,making his black torn cloak look like a long outstretch shadow.a great void in the daylight.the 1st time his squad mates could see the full veiw of his cybernetic right army that house his crystal inside.in his machine hand he weld his archaic weapon that was scythe.surprising to be a weapon of wars long ago in a primitive time ::......heh...::he would kneel abit in a running position to charge up is cybernetic leg .he would then use this to leap out into a free fall holding his arms up to so his legs could catch him landing a few yards from his enemy in a kneeling stop with his fist punching into the concrete like a hydraulic shotgun he would look up to vage with his right eye glowing red and his MDS tags hanging down in view of his code name M.D.S.GRIM on the tags...he would slowly stand up still staring at vage like he was going to eat his soul as a strange aura would cover his body black with a dark red outline as pressure in the air would push out from him making the air ice cold like a corpse feel to him.no emotion nothing but his void in the world.he would slowly make his way past the face stealer to push her away as his black armor would slowly cover his body but for a crimson visor that would over his eyes::...your theater work is over...::with that his wings would shot out from under his cloak and pose to be ready for his fight.his armor would erupt in red chi energy as he power up to his max levels that his armor could handle.with this strange sound of whispers::........::he would look upon the angels with no hate nor joy.he would then point his weapon to his enemy and quickly moves into a strange fighting stance::...i will bring you peace in each one of your deaths....(((hope i did not forget anyone)))

Jane had finally made her way to the position of that damned Sniper after some great difficulty as the Bombay wasn't exactly capable of Arial maneuvering but had a decent ground speed and was able to cover the ground between her and the building housing her intended target only to see that they had given their advantageous position to attack one of her comrades. Out of the duress of her comrade's predicament she charged at the back of the sniper crossing blades with Vage with her bayonet.

HorrorPunkOtaku rolls 1d34 and gets 21(21) hit

She manages to move quickly enough to ram the bayonet into her target's back and pour a few rounds into them before jumping back and taking a defensive stance. They were in close quarters now and this had always been her domain of expertise.