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Standing at a height of five feet and eight inches, Cecil is of average stature. She is slender, but not skinny and is toned enough from all of her training to be just as strong as the men that she's around in the Drastonian army. She has long brown hair that is colored a bright purple in the front. She pulls the brown portion back into a pony tail most times and lets the purple hang forward. She has rich pale blue eyes that sparkle almost with a star like light on their own. Her skin is fair, with a pale complexion. Her uniform is that of a dark black shirt with a belt over her waist and skirt with tall boots, up to her thighs. When she's piloting her mech, she wears a deep purple colored space suit.

Cecil's mecha is a large sleek machine that is equipped with the Inukaitu metal. This machine is the one that she stole from the Kiritine army when she infiltrated it several years ago. The mecha's main capability are it's swords and detachable beam rifles. The swords are plated in the Inukaitu's metal, giving them more strength and power. In addition, she has the use of beam swords stored in various places along the mecha's lower back and thighs. The detachable beam rifles hang on the shoulders of the mecha when not in use. When in use, they come forward from the mech's shoulders and fire off a hailstorm of beam rounds at Cecil's enemies in rapid succession. Mostly, these are used to protect her from incoming missiles or other attacks as they are quick and highly accurate.

All of this is when her mecha is in the humanoid form. Cecil's mecha has the ability to shape shift into that of a sleek plane. Basically the mecha folds backwards in half at the waist, the extra pieces coming together to form the sleek shape. The cockpit is on the chest of the machine in humanoid form and pulls forward to meet the nose of the plane shape when the mecha folds backwards. In this form she is able to go twice as fast as normal and can streak through her opponents easily. Either side of the plane form are razor sharp as the sharpened Inukaitu swords fold there with the edges outwards and can slice through just about anything. In this form, she gets up close and personal. The beam rifles fan outwards along the sides of the plane form, firing at whatever enemy target she comes close to. Finally, for the plane form, Cecil can launch a barrage of smoke bombs that help to cover her and her allies should they ever need a hasty retreat, or a surprise attack.

Outside her mecha, Cecil is a force to be reckoned with. She is a martial artist, quick on her feet and adaptable to just about any situation. She uses knives as her forte, but is a fine shot with her hand gun as well. Coupled with being lithe and fast, Cecil can usually take down her enemies within minutes. She's not to bad with computer systems as well, though she's by no means a hacker of any sort. However, she does have a high level of understanding and can bypass a handful of systems to get what she wants if need be.

Though Cecil is a good fighter, being outnumbered is her greatest weakness. Having to take on more than three or four opponents in hand to hand combat can tire her easily and she'll falter. In her mecha, her weaknesses lie with those that are faster, with strong ranged skills and sudden surprises. Taking her off guard will make her hesitate briefly, but it only takes a few seconds in a fight for the tide to turn. Her beam rifles only go so far. They never part with the mecha more than a few feet and their firing range isn't so great either. Missiles and the like have to be within range to even be fired upon with the beam rifles, which means getting dangerously close and having to move out of the way on her own most times. The Inukaitu metal is very strong, but the metal is a living being and can only take so much before 'breaking'. When the Inukaitu takes far too much damage, it will retreat towards the body of the mecha to 'heal', thus leaving a husk of a sword to try to fight with -which is nothing really-.

In addition, Cecil is heavily attached to her brother. Should anything happen to him at all during a fight, she will drop what she's doing and go after him, that includes if she's already engaged in a full on battle. If she absolutely cannot get to him for whatever reason, she'll be distracted in the fight, which leads to mistakes, which leads to injuries or worse. In the case that something should happen to her brother and she is told to disengage and leave him for whatever reason, Cecil has the tendency to disobey orders in such a scenario. Even so, Cecil does have difficulties with authority to begin with, doing as she pleases most times depending on the situation or what's being ordered. Even if she doesn't disobey outright, she will argue which leads to lost time that could have been spent better either fighting or retreating.

Cecil is usually easy going, but she's not entirely all cute and cuddly either. When she gets angry, you will know it. She speaks her mind no matter what the issue, and often times disagrees with high authority. Even so, she does follow her orders and she's very good at what she does, even if she doesn't like it. She's not in the business of putting her teammates in harms way and will avoid it if at all possible. Cecil often times will argue with the higher-ups regarding details of mission plans and other things, especially if she thinks there's too much risk involved. Her team is her family, especially her brother. Cecil treasures him as he is the only family they have left. Sometimes she can be a bother, following him around all the time, but as it stands, the two are hardly separated and when they are, Cecil is usually in a bad mood. The only time she's ever been separated from him was when she had infiltrated the Kiritine army many years ago. It was a challenge, and even more so partway through her undercover mission.

Despite her attachment to her brother, Cecil does enjoy the company of her other teammates. Though she's not a huge talker, she doesn't mind having a conversation with the others. A lot of times she'll just listen rather than talk, unless it really needs her attention. Those times are usually when she's disagreeing with something or someone on a certain subject matter. In addition to this, she's a rather quick thinker and can plan almost on the spot without need of anything else other than the events happening before her. Despite her having a rather colder front when first meeting her, she does have her soft side and enjoys smiling and laughing. This side of her is hardly shown though and most times her smile is only reserved for her brother. Also, she has a thing for plushies... don't ask why but the soft material is something she finds fascinating and enjoyable. When presented a plushie of any kind, her girlish side comes forth and she will even blush in such an event (though be careful because afterwards she'll probably give you the cold shoulder for making her turn into a tiny ten year old girl for a few moments).

She takes it upon herself to be the protector of everyone and rarely ever does she share her own worries or concerns or stress. Cecil has a terrible habit of letting it all build up and never saying a word about it. Cecil is great at keeping things to herself and a lot of times she doesn't even realize that she's been stressed out for days on end. The only warning sign is heavy fatigue, which even she brushes off as 'just a little tired'. It takes quite a bit of coaxing to get her to speak so that she'll feel better, even her brother has a hard time doing it. She tends to take on too much as well, thinking that it'll be easy and she doesn't need any help. Cecil doesn't ask for help either. She will always do things her own way, on her own. In addition to this, Cecil pushes herself to do the absolute best that she can in everything and even offers herself up for multiple tasks. Many times she's been denied by the ship captain because of her offering to do too much for a mission or whatever the task is at hand. She's not great at delegating. Her belief is that if she is not in charge of it in some way, it won't get done the right way.

This doesn't mean that she doesn't trust her teammates or anyone else on the ship. Cecil would trust her life in the hands of the other pilots she fights along side. It just means that she likes to have a hand in things because she's a bit OCD like that. She will never force herself onto the job though if she's been denied the ability to do it. Cecil will allow others to do the jobs assigned to them, though she will worry about it until its done and confirmation has been given that it was successful.

When Cecil was fifteen, she'd already known what she wanted to do with her life. She would join the army with her father and help serve her nation. Once she was enrolled and graduated two years later, she was given her first mission. Infiltrate the Kiritine army. She was shocked and scared at first, but knew there was really no way around it. With the rumors of the new alien entity and that the Kiritine nation planned to utilize the strange metal Inukaitu, it was an important role and someone had to do it. That someone just happened to be Cecil. Young and ambitious, Cecil was both intimidated and excited for such an opportunity. Taking up the job with every ounce of determination she could muster, Cecil served in the Kiritine army for many years. She rose up through the ranks only on sheer will and concentration for the one and only goal she'd been sent there to do.

Capture an Inukaitu mecha.

With her many years in the service of the Kiritine army, she had limited access to her real sources of information. Getting in touch with the Drastonian army was always nerve wracking. In addition to this, when she was twenty one years old, she got word that a Drastonian base had been annihilated. It was all she could do from breaking her hard worked image as a Kiritine patriot. Even more so when she learned that the base was where her father and mother had been stationed. With no time to really mourn the loss, Cecil forced herself to bury it all away and wait until she reunited with her brother to mourn for anyone.

Under the guise of a lieutenant of the Kiritine army, she was sent to a research facility to oversee the preparations of yet another fleet of mecha's with Inukaitu metal attached to them. New programs were being tested, new systems were implemented and the testing ground was an enormous open expanse of space just outside of Kiritine's one and only colonized nation. She was escorted there by the Kiritine's pride a joy, the monstrous vessel Vigilanti. On board this ship she briefly met the mecha team that piloted the newest mechs that had rolled off the line from the Kiritine industrial ports down on Earth. Two of those mechs were built with Inukaitu metals. It had been a brief thought to steal one of those mechs, but she pushed it aside as it was far too dangerous to even try. So, Cecil waited.

When she turned twenty four, Cecil had neared the final stages of her mission. Having built up a rapport with the Kiritine of being a ruthless, merciless woman, she had gained the utmost respect and trust from the Kiritine officials. With everything she'd built up, she threw it all to the wind and began her plot to steal the mecha. With her bit of knowledge about the computer systems and programs, she managed to hack into the mainframe system just briefly and change the coding on the mecha she wanted. The coding changed was what would allow her to enter the cockpit of the mecha without being killed on sight by the Inukaitu that was implemented on the machine. It also allowed her to communicate with the Inukaitu freely, unlocking it's restrictions, though she was fairly sure it was a dangerous move on her part. Even so, Cecil took the chance. Afterwards, she then took off for the machine, knowing that the mainframe system had detected her presence and would soon alert the General of the research station she was deployed on.

After sustaining some injuries, she managed to get into the cockpit of the mecha and take off from the loading bay, destroying the bay entirely. From there, she set her course to the Drastanian vessel, Nightengale. Eager to return to her brother's side because of the loss of the rest of their family, she made haste, despite her injuries. Once there, she knew it was only the start to a very long and grueling war. Even so, Cecil is determined to see it's end.

So begins...

Cecil Jiovia's Story

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#2015-12-05 05:57:57, as written by Siryn

The door behind her was propped open, just in case. Fingers swept across the glass desk, the illuminated keys flashing as she tapped the touch screen. She was, by no means, a hacker. Yet, there were things she could do if she needed to. Such as what she was doing right then. Opening up files as best she could and downloading the encrypted ones to bring back to the people who could unlock them. Moving quickly was key, though, so she wasted no time in selecting only what she needed. Seven years was a lot of time. Working through the ranks, proving herself to the Kiritine army. There was speculation back when she was younger. Times were rough and a few times she'd been certain her death toll was ringing. Somehow, she made it to the rank of Lieutenant alive. Whether that was an accomplishment or not she truly questioned. Going back to Drastonia, she'd be a mere soldier. A fighter with no rank and no specialization. Perhaps a couple of honorary awards awaited her return, but that didn't mean much to her. Neither did rank in her personal opinion, but that seemed to be what the army revolved around.

The screens overhead flashed with a rapid succession of files and codes that blurred. She didn't pay attention to them, or what they meant either. That would be for Drastonia to decide. A little chip next to her left arm blinked at slow intervals as it downloaded what she sent to it via the computer. As the files grew in size, pictures flooded the screen. Outlines of Kiritine's pride. The first operational mecha suit with Inukaitu technology. Many others were just test subjects that never developed into anything. Either the Inukaitu intelligence snapped and it went haywire, destroying everything in its vicinity, or it just didn't respond. It was the kind of technology that Cecil knew would be devastating if Kiritine ever perfected it. As it was, the Inukaitu were not a race that they knew much about.

Strange metal that could shift and change at will. They had a collective conscious. They were smart and adapted quickly. The colony of Inukaitu had taken over a far off planet that none of the three Nation's had control over, but due to its close proximity to the colonies, things were tense. As things always were with something that the human race knew nothing about. If they did not understand it, it was automatically a threat. Cecil scoffed. If anyone was a threat it was humanity itself. What she was certain of, was that if the Kiritine army and scientists continued their horrendous experiments on the Inukaitu, it wouldn't be just the other two nations they'd have to deal with. The colony would eventually turn hostile. If they haven't already.

As the files continued to download, Cecil watched it with anticipation. She shifted to another screen and opened the command prompt. Shifting through, she found the hangar bay in the list and opened it. Finding the mecha she wanted was easy as it was the only one on lockdown. Opening the commands screen, she worked to unlock it. Shutting down safety protocols and turning off the restraints on the machine. She sent an order for it to open the cockpit upon her arrival and pressed her thumb against the screen when it asked for authentication. Her heart pounded and her throat clenched tightly as she waited. It was a good minute or two of anxiety before the screen flashed green and what she'd input into the computer took effect. Sweat was beginning to bead just under her hairline. The long locks were pulled up in a ponytail, bangs swept off to the side and constantly brushed out of her left eye. Once the file regarding the outline of the Inukaitu mecha finished downloading everything in the computer room went red. Cecil paused, staring at it with wide eyes. The red swiftly turned to a hundred pop up boxes flashing across all of the five screens in the computer room. Warnings went off and a little siren started ringing inside of the room. Cursing under her breath, Cecil yanked the data chip from the console on her left and quickly tucked it into the pocket of her uniform. She stood, throwing the chair back from the abrupt motion. Glaring at the screens one last time, she quickly left the room and closed the door. Taking a quick look around, she made sure no one was coming down the hall to hear the dull sound of a siren going off from inside.

Turning on her heel, Cecil strode down the hall of the science institution. Kiritine pilots were stationed there, guarding their top secret creations. She'd been brought there via the Vigilanti but where the enormous vessel had gone she had no idea. Most likely to patrol the farther reaches of Kitine's small domain. Unless they're in hiding just outside of the science institution’s range.... Waiting. Cecil's thoughts were chilling. She had to believe that they were elsewhere though and that it would take the monstrous ship to reach their air space. Even so, getting out and headed to where the Nightengale and Viper were stationed in Neutral air space would be difficult. After all, the Vigilanti had left behind its prized team of fighters. Though the vessel wasn't something she wished to contend with, Cecil had seen its fighters in action before. They were skilled and terrifying in their own right. Cecil didn't doubt her own abilities, but she was one against a whole team.

The odds weren't in her favor.

During her three month stay at the science lab built within a giant moon that swept one of Kiritine's colonies, she'd made sure to make her appearance in every place possible. The science lab, the hangar bay, the control room, all of the halls that interlaced the huge facility. It had taken a lot of work, but it paid off. The workers were used to seeing her randomly. It made movement much easier, and her title of Lieutenant helped too. She could oversee things that normal grunts wouldn't have even been given clearance to be within ten feet of. Thus, she'd been witness to the experiments on the metal, the building of the test mecha's, their failures, and successes. Cecil bided her time, waiting for the moment to strike. It never came. Seven years of studying the enemy, working to figure out every angle, and the best she could do was steal some information. Her directive was clear though. Gather intel, send it back. And, if at all possible, take what they were working on. Cecil couldn't exactly haul out one of those huge pieces of metal though. Not only did it have the ability to shift and move, but attacking was also something it was good at. Cecil had seen her fair share of scientists skewered by the metal when it lashed out. She had no intention of ending up like that.

The next best thing? Steal the mecha in the hangar bay.

Her steps were full of confidence and surety. It'd taken quite some time to build the mask of a Kiritine official. The intimidation factor was key. Though she was not a cruel woman at heart, she had to be in order to fit in with the generals and commanders. If she was too soft, she'd never have risen in rank. Some of the things she'd done to get where she was.... Cecil cringed inwardly. They were too disgusting to think about. A pair of double doors swept open for her as she walked forward. The hangar bay was colder than the rest of the facility. Cecil measured her steps. If she moved too quickly she'd alert the guards wandering around. Too slow and she'd be suspicious. The heels of her boots hit the grating as she started to cross the catwalk to the humanoid shaped mecha that was positioned at the end of it. The low gravity had the half skirt portion of her uniform hanging in the air as she walked instead of flapping around off her waist. Just a few more feet she thought and a sense of relief began to wash over her. She was almost freed.

Ah, the struggles of game addiction. Although Nee always did enjoy relaxing in her room to Fuwafuwa Rhythm II, she had an itch that simply couldn't be satiated. It burned at her soul in painful, stressful ways. What would happen to her avatar in that game? (Probably would have lots of powerleveling requests to sift through...) How would her party members handle that one really hard event quest? (Probably fine, they were ranked 1st for a reason) How much longer would it take until she finished grinding enough metal slime bits to upgrade her sword? (Fourteen hours, if she has a good farming spot.) And no matter how much Nee was meant to be studying more advanced techniques and skills, her mind kept drifting back to Ultima Fantasia Online. Honestly, it was such a curse. A horrible, horrible curse. As such, Nee decided to stumble her way back to the Hangar Bay to retrieve her one and only true friend - the Negasis Portable V.

In all of Kiritine history, there hasn't been such an irresponsible and irrational pilot. It'd be hard to think this tiny girl with heavily lidded eyes, an almost sleepy unaware frown, and nervously twitching fingers pressing imaginary buttons could possibly be one of Kiritine's aces. She even accidentally bumped into a corner while mildly drifting off. She blinked in mild surprise and absently rubbed at the new mark on her forehead before deciding not to worry about it and continue her tiring marathon. Honestly, this much walking was sooo much unneeded effort. She'd have to put a post-it note in the WASP to remember to bring her Negasis with her next time she smuggled it during training.

Well, that was the original plan, anyways. She didn't expect to see Cecil Jiovia - one of her only friends (Were they at that point yet? Honestly, Nee had trouble gauging 3D relationships sometimes) aboard the Vigilanti, and one of the only that didn't really bother her about her... unsavory habits. The slightly anxious, hurried steps Cecil seemed to take could only really mean one thing. Furthermore, no one else was even supposed to be here at this time - of course Nee memorized the guard patrol patterns. What other reason would there be to have planted a bug into the security cameras that feed directly to her tablet in her room?

Something was wrong. While she still had the element of surprise, the gaming addict drew her concealed electric knife from her sleeve. Cecil was taller and physically stronger than she was - without some kind of advantage, Nee'd never really be able to get the upper hand. Yet as she prepared to attack, she had another hazy thought of Ultima Fantasia Online, and how much grinding she could be getting done. She took a sidelong glance at her beloved WASP before turning her attention back to Cecil. If it was known that she simply let her do whatever she was planning (even if it wasn't bad), her father would definitely have a few... violent words to say about that. So she locked eyes on her target and quickened her pace, catching up to someone who was supposed to be her friend. Finally, with a lunge, she somehow tackled Cecil to the ground and held the knife at her, looking more surprised than Cecil might've that her plan actually worked. Nee blinked lazily for a few moments.

"...What are you doing, Cecil?" She asked in her slightly nasally tone. "You're too careful to forget something in your Mecha... I think.... maybe. Probably..."

Something weird was happening, and Nee wanted to get to the bottom of it somehow. She forced thoughts of Ultima Fantasia Online out of her mind and focused fully on the task at hand. The Super Snail Guild would have to wait a bit longer.

Cecil stared, completely taken off guard and her first reaction was to reach for the weapon under her clothes. As she got a good glimpse at who it was, though, she paused. If she could convince the smaller pilot to leave her alone, things could go smoothly. Nee wasn't a bad person. Unlike the others of the Kiritine army, she and a small handful of others, were not bad people. Cecil would hate to harm her. Even so, letting her handle Cecil like she was would blow her cover in an instant. If it wasn't already with the alarm going off in the control room. Putting a dark frown on her lips, Cecil reached up and grabbed the front of the girl’s uniform. With her other hand, she pushed up so that she wasn't flat on her back anymore.

"Assaulting an officer higher rank than yourself has severe consequences, ensign Arlan." Cecil kept her voice low, just above a whisper as she tightened her grip on the girl’s shirt. "I don't think I have to inform you of that."

Nee blinked again, as if processing what had happened. She then shrugged, figuring it was probably the most like scenario. She could never match up to Cecil in a fight anyways. Still, suddenly more important than responding was dealing with her dry mouth problem. She held up a finger, almost as if wordlessly asking the taller girl for permission, after which she reached into her skirt pocket to retrieve some candy. She unwrapped two, popped one into her mouth (a nice succulent peach flavor) and offered a blueberry-flavored one to Cecil.

"...Want one?" Nee had the smallest of grins as she offered it before blinking again and turning her expression into one more serious by a tiny margin. "....That doesn't really answer my question though. We're friends...! I won't tell if you forgot candy in your mech or something..." Nee widened her eyes as best as those heavy lids would go, staring deep into her friend's own eyes.

Cecil was taken aback. She stared at the candy, then back up at Nee. The girl was an enigma. She'd witnessed her habits. The stumbling around as if she were half asleep all the time. The sounds of music and what Cecil could only describe as war waging in the pilots quarters, and the little game console that the girl carried almost all the time. Cecil could only describe her as lacking in duties, but even then that wasn't right. Once in that mecha of hers, Nee became something else. It was difficult to hide her surprise, the mask slipping just a little. She was going to hate it. Leaving like she had to. If only... If only she could take Nee with her. But she doubted the girl would understand. Cecil bit her lip. It was too late to build up what she'd pretended to be.

Curling her hand around Nee's, the one with the candy, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Nee. Thank you for the candy though. I have to go. Orders from command." Technically true, but not orders from their command. Taking the candy, Cecil tucked it into her shirt and took a breath. "Wish I could take you with me."

Nee smiled and was all ready to let her go and wish her a good trip. She was always fond of Cecil - it was hard for her to really make friends, after all. When Nee with all of her awkward bluster first approached Cecil, she had no idea it was even going to work out. Cecil always had this... cold look in her eyes around the officials, and she was always kinda intimidating. Yet Nee took that leap of faith and she'd like to consider them as friends. Unfortunately, this also meant that her friend was lying to her. It was as if her fingertips were drenched in ice and she did her best to hide the shivers.

"That doesn't... make sense." Nee's voice took on a whining, petulant tone, almost as if she didn't want to believe it. "I have... things in place. I would... have heard something. You aren't being honest with me, are you?" Almost unintentionally, Nee's hand clenched again on the knife that was almost dangling from her grasp out of laziness. As much as she'd like to avoid reality, that wasn't an option this time. "You're talking like this is final. Did you... really want to leave without saying goodbye?"

Cecil groaned. She was quick. Even if Nee hadn't meant to, or was acting on some high level, she was good. Cecil knew why she was an ace pilot, but that was just the topper right there. Letting go of the pilot, Cecil sat up further, hoping to move the girl in just the right position to get away from her when it was time. She was also considering knocking her out, but she was certain she couldn't bring herself to do it. Cecil was also highly aware of the knife the young pilot had in hand. "Well. I was trying to leave without a fuss. Seems that won't work. Nee. I wish I could explain. You're different. Sweeter than the others. You'd fit in to where I'm going. I'm taking a huge risk with you, just by saying as much as I have. Maybe someday you'll forgive me."

"Lieutenant Jiovia," his voice boomed across the catwalk. Cecil stiffened. She'd wasted too much time with Nee. Gone was the warmth. Replacing it was the ice that she'd become accustomed to. Except that time it wasn't faked. It was true as she moved Nee just enough to see behind her. The man was large. Not fat, but large with muscle. Broad shouldered, a bald head, and a beard. A jagged scar ran down the side of his face. He had his hand on the decorative sword at his waist. The other held a gun. Cecil clicked her tongue in annoyance. Firing in the hangar bay could be bad, ripping apart important cords and power sources, but she wasn't about to put it past the commander not to fire.

"Commander," she answered in kind.

"Seems you're showing your true colors, aren't you. Where do you think you're going? And what did you take from the control room?"

Straight to the point, Cecil thought. She flicked a quick glance to Nee.

Just as the warmth left Cecil, Nee herself narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth, almost shifting personalities to when she was in her WASP. She grasped at whatever fabric she could of Cecil's uniform, doing yet another tackle. Emotions threatened to bubble to the surface but a quick glance behind her solidified her resolve. Especially since the Commander was here, her father would definitely also be watching. She couldn't risk angering him yet again. And perhaps even moreso, the pain of betrayal was rising. Feeling as if she was dunked in ice cold water, Nee withdrew and put up her thorns. She wasn't going to lose.

With an almost robotic voice, "Jiovia, if you want to leave here, you'll have to kill me." Nee then offered her a deceptively sweet smile full of thorns, thrusting the knife forward. "Can you do it, I wonder? Or will you let me end you instead? Don't mistake me for being sweet again, okaaay?"

Cecil hissed as she hit the grating of the catwalk. Caught off guard, she just barely managed to get the knife directed away from vital points. Only a short cry of pain escaped her as it sliced through the soft flesh between shoulder and collarbone. Gripping the girl’s wrist tightly, she yanked and shoved off the catwalk to roll them over. Droplets of blood fell on the girl as Cecil hovered over her, grinding her teeth in pain and anger. "No," Cecil growled her answer. She wasn't killing Nee. Neither was she letting the pilot kill her either.

"Stop her! the Commander roared and weapons were raised.

Cecil cursed and shoved off of Nee. She couldn't fight all of them, not with the wound she'd received. It wasn't her directive anyway. It wasn't far from the mecha that stood waiting for her. All she had to do was run for it. Hopefully she would be faster than the soldiers. More so than Nee. Cecil had seen her fight in her mecha, but hadn't witnessed it when she wasn't inside the intimidating wasp like machine. She also preferred not to fight the girl if at all possible. Though that was steadily becoming null.

Nee didn't even notice as she was shoved aside. She'd gotten some kills, sure, but she never actually drew blood of anyone she personally knew - even if it was all just an act. The glistening red dripping from the knife mesmerized for a moment, but she snapped her attention back to Cecil's own body. A plan formed almost instantaneously in her mind and she moved to the pursuit yet again - tossing the knife towards Cecil with as much accuracy as she could muster, trying to tell Cecil with her eyes to catch it. Following up, Nee tackled and grabbed Cecil's arm - in such a way that the people behind her couldn't notice - and jabbed her own knife into her gut. Enough to cause pain and blood, but not enough to be critical. She let out a gasp involuntarily -

"...I'll face you on the battlefield, Jiovia." Nee whispered almost inaudibly. "...Let's have a fair fight.

With a faint feeling of satisfaction, Nee allowed herself to fall backwards, reclaiming her knife and landing painfully on her back.

She did that on purpose Cecil was almost too stunned to do anything. The blade she'd just barely caught, having kept an eye behind her to see how far Nee had rushed after her. What she hadn't expected was the girl to shove her own knife into her stomach via Cecil's arm. Grinding her teeth, she whirled around and continued down the catwalk. At least they would think Nee had tried to kill her. They wouldn't question her actions beforehand all too much. The shouts continued, and the Commander was even more furious with the fall of his pilot. Though, Cecil was certain he didn't actually care about the girl. He was probably far more intimidated by Nee's father than anything else. Cecil had heard all about that. The rumors too. It twisted her stomach. If only she could take the girl with her. She doubted it would go over well though. As bullets rang out, wires snapped, tubes broke open as the stray projectiles tore through what was nearby. Cecil flinched as several grazed her. Twisting as she rushed past a crate full of supplies, she launched a kick at it and sent the items inside soaring. The low gravity kept them up in the air much longer than usual and they acted as a good barrier for her.

As she reached the mecha, the cockpit unlocked and hissed as it opened for her. Climbing the stairs to the platform situated next to the opening, Cecil removed her own Kiritine issued gun and unloaded the clip down at them. If she hit any of them, she didn't know. Standing there wasn't going to help and as they broke forward through the barrier of tools, nuts, and bolts, she threw the weapon aside and jumped down onto the hatch. The mecha's metal body writhed and shifted as she climbed onto it. Bullets were knocked aside by its shifting armor. Several stray's ricocheted inside the cockpit and Cecil could only pray that nothing essential was damaged. She stumbled forward as yet another shot hit her. Catching herself on the seat, Cecil twisted to sit down properly and pounded on the controls to get the hatch to close. As it covered up the hole, she took a moment to assess her body. The stab wound was crippling enough to hinder moving her arm. Several cuts bled, leaving droplets of the crimson liquid to float around in the cockpit. The worse was a through and through bullet wound in her side. Pressing her hand over it, she took several breaths to calm herself despite the situation.

As the mecha came online, she punched in a set of coordinates that had been given to her a few weeks ago via encryption. The humming of the engine filled the cockpit and the sound of metal shifting on the outside was a little unnerving. Cecil hovered over the controls. She contemplated destroying the bay, but Nee was still there. It only took a minute to debate her next move. With controls in hand, she yanked back from the catwalk and disconnected everything with an array of snaps and pops. The screen in front of her flickered before showing her the hangar bay in perfect, crystalline picture. It had been a while since she'd been in a mecha, so getting used to its movements were difficult. Especially one such as the machine she was attempting to pilot. Fortunately, the Inukaitu intelligence was picking up on her idea's rather quickly, if not unnervingly. The mecha turned and marched for the double bay doors. A sword slid down off its right arm and in two swings, the bay was opened to the expanse of stars.

"Holy shit..." Cecil gasped as she witnessed the destruction. She was also impressed by the Inukaitu. Materializing next to her face was a little figure dressed in a uniform. It resembled that of the Kiritine army. She leaned forward, putting her pearly white face in Cecil's. Cecil, in return, jerked away. It took her a moment to realize it was the Inukaitu. In AI form.

"Your command?" it asked.

Cecil swallowed. "Head to the coordinates I gave you. Quickly. Don't stop. For anything." she ordered and the figure dissipated from the top down. The mecha stepped out into the darkness and the metal started sliding again. It slowly worked itself into a different form. A faster one. Cecil had seen it only twice before. The sleek black jet like style. It shot off into the pitch black, crushing Cecil against the seat with its incredible speed. They would be there soon, meeting up with her true vessel and Nation. She brought quite the surprise for them too. The next question was if she could stay awake long enough to explain it all to her superiors.

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#2015-12-11 07:41:15, as written by Siryn

Cecil woke to a blaring alarm. When had she fallen asleep? A shiver coursed up her spine as she opened her eyes. A groggy headache assaulted her and she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. But the alarm wasn't going to let her. The sound was making the pounding of her skull even worse. Groaning, she reached out and hit several buttons trying to make it stop. When it did, a voice filled the cockpit.

"Ensign Jiovia? Please respond. A team is being sent out to retrieve you and bring you safely aboard the Nightengale. Please respond."

It took Cecil a long while to figure out how to answer their hail. When she found the button, she had uncurled from where she'd pulled her legs up and winced as she felt the pull of several wounds. "This is Jiovia." It was all she could coherently think to respond with. A chaotic mess of noise filled the cockpit and she winced as she rubbed at her head with her good arm. The other was limp across her lap, stiff from the knife wound. Droplets of blood floated around the pilots seat lazily and she herself was even floating a little off of the seat.

As she waited for a response from the ship, warnings popped up all over the screen that showed her a black expanse ahead of her and to the left and right. The A.I of the mecha materialized again in the cockpit and hovered near the screen. A box opened up and showed an image of several machines gathered up in formation. Judging by their colors and insignia's, they were Kiritine's. Cecil cursed softly.

Pushing the button again, she interrupted the one who hailed her. "I suggest you hurry their deployment, Captain," she said weakly, speaking directly to the man she knew would be in charge. "Kiritine's army from the science station has mobilized."

Silence answered her for a moment until the com's cracked and the Captain's voice came over the link instead of the ensign who had addressed her first. "Can you hold out until they reach you?"

Cecil considered the question for a moment. She didn't know how exactly to operate the mecha she'd stolen, but she was certain she could learn rather quickly if she needed to. The problem was her wounds. She doubted very much she'd be able to stand against the army as they chased after her and stay awake long enough to fend them off until the team reached her. Cecil shook her head. She'd have to run and hope that she was faster. After all, she'd gotten a head start.

"No, Captain. I was attacked before I could leave. I doubt I could handle fighting for long. But I can see just how fast this mecha is."

"Understood, ensign Jiovia. You're almost home.

Almost she thought as she cut off the com and set to work on figuring out how to go faster. She hoped that she could stay awake longer this round to actually succeed in flying the mecha. Despite having the A.I technology, the mecha still required a human touch to keep it going. And drifting off wasn't helping her. As her consciousness came and went, the mecha sped up and slowed down in bursts.

Iriyn lounged against the wall of the Captain's quarters. He'd been summoned to meet with the new pilot that had transferred over. Apparently it was a last minute deal and she was just now arriving. Iriyn tried hard to keep the scoff off his face. After all, they had been deployed out into the middle of a neutral zone with no substantial reasons as to why, and had to deal with a newbie coming on in the middle of what was already chaotic. In short, it pissed Iriyn off to no end.

Which put him in a very sour mood when she finally showed up to the Captain's quarters. He leveled her with a cold, hard stare that was close enough to glaring, but wasn't so obvious as to be outright rude. As she introduced herself, Iriyn clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Good, ensign Shironoa. This is your team captain, Captain Iriyn Koatyn. He will be taking you under his wing while we get your mecha settled in. Koatyn, show her to her quarters, if you would."

Iriyn had half a mind to ignore the order. It wouldn't have been a first, and certainly not a last time either. Shoving off the wall, he brushed past her and into the hall where he waited for her to join him. Once she joined him, he set off at a brisk pace. "Once you're settled, Shironoa, come directly to the docking bay. I want to see this mech of yours, its grandeur has been blown out of perspective. I'll be the judge of how great it is." He told her coldly, though the pitch of his tone never changed.

He stopped at the beginning of one of the intersecting halls on the Viper and motioned to his right. "Your room is 15. I don't think I need to show you how to work the system. You have fifteen minutes." Iriyn turned on his heel and left her to her own devices. He had taken approximately five steps before red lights flashed and sirens rang. The coms crackled as they turned on and a voice hollered over the speakers.

"All teams to sortie! All teams to sortie! Launching counter attack!"

Iriyn ground his teeth. Figures Looking over his shoulder he frowned at her. "Now you have five to put your stuff down and get your ass moving." He didn't say anything else, nor did he wait for her response and simply quickened his pace to the mecha bay.

A grin slowly replaced his frown. Finally, something to ease his growing agitation.

"Nee!" As soon as the doors opened to the command bridge. She flung herself forward and pulled the girl into a hug with her arms loosely around Nee's shoulders, holding her against Riley's chest. Her smiling was bright and bubbly, at least until the Captain leveled her with a dark glare. Riley felt her heart squeeze and she quickly released her comrade to stand at attention. She hadn't noticed the Captain to be on deck. A dark flush rushed over her face as she saluted the man in the hopes that he would be sated with it as a kind of apology.

"You're all present. I have special orders for the three of you," he said coldly. He was a large man, in muscle and height. The uniform did little to hide his threatening presence on the deck of the vessel they were on. The Vigilanti had detached itself from the hangar bay on the opposite end of the science space station. Only a few knew of the bay or even that the Vigilanti had been stationed there the whole time.

"As we suspected, there was a traitor in our midst. A spy. She took the bait. And fled the station with our latest design. You are to capture her with the mecha and bring them both back. Her for detainment, and the mecha to reclaim as our own. If you fail in capture. Kill her and destroy that machine. They cannot have it."

Riley lifted her hand slowly, eyeing the Captain as he turned his glare on her. "Captain. Who was it?" she asked. She was trying to think of anyone who had shown signs of betrayal, but nothing was coming to mind.

The Captain tapped a few keys on the controls next to his chair, and a screen opened up in front of the four of them. "You would know her as Lieutenant Cecil Jiovia. She is a Drastonian pilot. We had our suspicions, but nothing ever came of it. Until now. Seven years..." he trailed off as he glared at her picture, the woman with long brown hair dressed up in the uniform of a Kiritine army official. "She's good. But not quite enough. You have your orders. I expect it to be done in a timely fashion."

The Captain waved his hand at them in a dismissive manner. Riley saluted him again, though he wasn't looking. She left the bridge with her team and once in the hall, was looking to Edward for more precise orders. "How do we go about destroying that bitch?" Riley asked, all semblance of her bubbly nature long gone after receiving the disgusting news from their Captain.

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#2015-12-11 11:35:43, as written by SkyCladSaya06

"Once you're settled, Shironoa, come directly to the docking bay. I want to see this mech of yours, its grandeur has been blown out of perspective. I'll be the judge of how great it is."

"First few seconds in and already, I can tell we're going to be best of friends. Best. Of. Friends." Naomi simply let out a small sigh as she followed her "new boss" to wherever he wants to go to. He personally showed her around though it's not as if she hadn't passed by some of these places already.

"Heh, I'm just as much in the dark as you all are. The machine down in the hangar's not mine. The assigned pilot is some young lad named Koizumi or something. Transferred here earlier than I did." Naomi clears up the misconception as they walked, paying no regards to her own way of speaking. Hell, if one of them is going to be adjusting, it sure as hell won't be her. "Folks at the workshop claims to have developed a new weapon for it. Don't know the details though. I'm just the transporter after all."

"Your room is 15. I don't think I need to show you how to work the system. You have fifteen minutes."

As soon as he pointed it out, he immediately began walking. "Everyone in this place seems so tense... Well, be back in three--" Before she can even begin walking towards her quarters, sirens started blazing around the ship. Everyone was being called to their stations as a battle was expected to take place soon.

"Now you have five to put your stuff down and get your ass moving."

Well, Naomi wasn't really carrying anything as she left the suitcase back at the office. She headed on to the loading bay and hopped inside the Wyvern's cockpit, exactly as is. Flicking a few buttons and a key are all it took to get the machine started and the entire console was filled with lights in just a few seconds. As the fighter was being transferred to the secondary launch pad, Naomi opted to have small talk with their operator as she asked about their incoming bogeys.

"The Kiritine army? Does this mean that "that mission" was a success? Hehe, so... I guess things are bound to get interesting sooner or later." She had managed to dig up info that Drastania planned to steal an enemy machine but she didn't really expect them to pull it off. "No matter... I doubt this nation wants to feel left behind either." She chuckled as she glanced at their own prototype weapon.

"Ensign Naomi Shironoa. Will deploy in the Wyvern as soon as the shots are fired. Switching over from CFS to CBS configuration. Loading anti-personnel automaton packs." Naomi informed the rest of the crew about the adjustments. As fighter crafts like hers aren't suitable for remaining stationary in zero gravity, her Wyvern will deploy once the fighting starts. She's loaded automatons aboard for more attack capability."Hey, I can be serious too if I need to."

Fifteen minutes earlier...

"Dead again..." Kalia furiously shakes her hair as she finishes in simulating within 06's cockpit. She was given prior instructions to install the combat data herself, along with a simulation exercise she's supposed to clear within three minutes. Fortunately, the installation was quick enough, given Sumire's high processing power. The exercise on the other hand--

"The damn window's too small! I doubt that those idiots down at the labs factored in everything in their analysis."

It was a training exercise which revolves around the usage of the Convergent Particle Cannon. An improved version of an existing technology also used to power their mass produced beam weapons, the theory behind mounting such a weapon on a machine was sound enough: If the weapon could be fired at a concentrated rate on a single target, then there would be no practical way to defend against the attack. The accelerated particles would cause the target to sustain catastrophic overheating, rendering it unoperational if it hasn't vaporized it already.

Kalia's biggest frustration was the long cooldown in-between shots and the stationary position she would have to take in order to fire. Besides, it's not like her targets would just stand around, waiting to be shot. Given the parameters of the exercise, it would have been more practical to just focus on using the Laser Blades to fight though any attempts to do so will entail an automatic game over for her.

"Damn!" Kalia kicks the bottom of the computer in frustration. Suddenly, warning signs started flashing across the screen, indicating their cue to action. Shoving the simulator aside, she fired up 06's main interface as the machine was loaded onto the main launch platform.

"Sumire's maiden battle huh? Let's not disappoint them then." As she was waiting, she received a transmission coming from the Wyvern that brought 06 in.

"Huh? It's one-eye. Guess we'll be working with each other for now Miss-- huh? No rank? Tough luck being an expendable tool. The man in charge has big expectations for that rust bucket so be sure to perform well out there."

Kalia didn't even respond to that remark. The last thing she needed were those slave-drivers breathing down her neck. "So, they're sending out this newest prototype in order to rescue a stolen enemy craft whose capabilities we're not even aware of. Oh well, at least we're about to get our hands on some superior technology--if we live."

"IFF codes updated, weapon systems normal, systems all green. Kalia Koizumi, Unit 06 heading out!" In that moment, Sumire gives out a roar as it was catapulted out from the Viper and into the black vacuum ahead, maintaining its normal operating speed.

"At this rate, it will take the Drastanian recovery team a few more minutes before they reach their catch..." Mobilizing the sub verniers, Kalia brings 06 up to speeds nearing 400 km/h as she accelerated ahead until she caught sight of a green mech in her monitors.

"You alive?" Kalia radioed the pilot as she rendezvoused with the stolen craft.

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#2015-12-16 09:43:49, as written by Eddy V. Sovorov

Nightengale

The Commander stared at the screen with a scowl painted on his face. The com link had been cut five minutes ago and he still hadn't moved. The bridge of his vessel was quiet as everyone waited for orders. Anger was present on his face as he glared. To the rest of the Drastonian army, Cecil Jiovia was just another soldier. Expendable. But to him, she was an asset. Just as everyone else aboard his ship was. He prized every single soldier like they should be. With the possiblity of losing her after having her so close.... It had him shaking. Not to mention that if he had to break something like that to her brother. The man was a seasoned veteran. Well into his years and service. But he knew family was important, and losing something important like that.... The Commander hated to think what Sebastian might do. Even if he was stoic and had the calmest attitude among the ranks. Everyone had something that could break them down. Everyone.

Leaning over the young soldier's shoulder who had first hailed ensign Cecil Jiovia, the Commander punched a few keys and connected to the hanger bay. "All teams to deploy immediately," he ordered, then let go of the button. It wasn't usual for the Commander himself to issue orders over the coms. He had a chain of command and he used it, normally. "Give me the pilots cockpits. Ensign Sebastian Jiovia and Captain Ebenezer Rastin." The young man nodded and set to work on doing what he was told. It only took him a few moments, then he was looking up at the intimidating man who commanded the Nightengale and nodded. Handing him a headset, the Commander took it and put it on. "Ensign Jiovia, Captain Rastin. Your team has special orders."

Ebenezer was currently going through some of the dioagnostics of his mech, which currently was out floating in the cold depths of space, just outside of the Nightengale. It was small things, mostly to make sure that the radar and other sensors were working. His helmet's display had linked up with that of the mech, so he had the information presented to him via the HUD. It wasn't needed, but he generally preferred it if he could make use of it. It was simply nice to have the information right there for easy and quick reading. Currently his helmet was displaying Sebastian's mech and its condition, which showed everything as positive. Finishing up with the last of the tests, he then situated himself more comfortably in pseudo-chair that was for his mech. He reached down to the sides, slipping his fingers into the metallic like glove that functioned as the controls for his mech. Each of the metallic gloves had three slots, one for the thumb and the other two for two of his fingers to fit in to mimic the claws of his mech. Along his arm, he could feel various metal peices attach themselves to the outside of his suit's arms, so that as he moved his arm the many jointed metal peices could move along with him with no restrictions. As he finished, looking to make sure his hands were secured nicely, and so where the metal sensors that attached to his arms, he then absent mindly reached up to scratch at his chin. To those outside, they could see his mech's arms mimc the action, reaching up to scratch at it's own chin.

It'd been a bit of a pain for the enginners to produce, but Ebenezer had done a lot of begging to have his mech rigged so that he could directly control it simply through the motions of his own body, or atleast as much as he could. Things such as the thrusters and the weapons had to still be rigged to triggers for the obvious reason of him having no other way to activate them. The legs were somewhat attuned to his own leg movements, though it was still a bit of an auto-mated process by the onboard operating system, given that his mech's legs were not exactly a match for a human. Ebenezer was glad they had given in to his request, though he was certain that had he shown any less promise as a pilot, they would have flat out told him to shut his mouth.

A voice in his ear had him tilting his head, a reflexive movement to try and better hear the noise despite it being projected straight into his ear from his helmet's earpiece. It was the commander of the Nightengale. Ebenezer frowning slightly as to what it was the man needed to say. "Scrouge here, reading you commander."

Sebastian, who was sitting in the much more simplistic seat of his mech's cockpit, was watching out the front viewscreen of his mech as he listened as well. His mech's interior was simply a chair for him to sit comfortably in, with straps to help hold him in place and two joysticks on both arms to control the weapons of his mech. A couple of pedals near his feet served as the controls for his mech's movement. They hardly made it easy to rapidly control his mech's movement, but that's why it was desgined to absorb blows rather than simply avoid them, though granted he did still prefer to not take a shot if he didn't need to. When the captain called in, Sebastian quickly followed. "Archer hearing you. Go ahead sir." he said in return, eyes still watching out front as he remained relaxed in his seat.

"This information isn't common knowledge. The mecha you're about to retrieve is high valued. At least, to the higher ups. My concern rests with who's piloting it. I know the rumors that have spread. Those rumors are true. Your orders are to retrieve that mecha at all costs. More importantly, the pilot. Do not let her fall in their hands. the Commander's voice was silent for a while. It was quiet for so long that it might have been the end of his orders, until he spoke again and the tone was different. "And Sebastian. She's not in good shape."

The short addition was quickly clipped, as if to cover the strain of worry in his tone. "Her injuries will keep her from fighting at her best. She's being tailed by the Kiritine army. No doubt we'll see the Vigilanti soon. Captain Rastin, you and your team are to go ahead first. Get her to the safety net as quickly as possible. She is your priority and nothing else. Understood?"

Sebastian let out a quiet sigh, his only sign of any anxiety or nerves about what was said to him regarding the pilot they were to rescue. So that's where Cecil had ended up afterall. In a way, his brotherly instincts were crying out about how irritating and aggravating it was to have heard that his sister would be thrown into the lion's den like that. Such a task of infiltrating the Kiritine military was extremly dangerous, and now to hear that she was in bad shape only made him more angry. However, that same brotherly feeling was also congradulating his little sister for the work she had managed to carry out, and that she was even going to possibly make it back in the first place. He wanted to brag about the little brat he'd put up with so much had done something so awesome. Hell, he even wanted to joke that it was totally himself that taught her how to do everything. None of these emotions showed though, as he simply sat up in his seat and gripped the controls of his mech. Right now it was time to be serious, and if they were going to go straight into an angered nest of hornets, then he needed to be one-hundred percent focused for the fight.

Ebenezer was a bit more confused, as honestly he wasn't sure what rumors the commander was referring too. Also, why the commander had directly referred to Sebastian about the condition of the pilot. Clearly he was missing something, but it wasn't mission important, so he simply shrugged it off. "Understood sir. We'll get her back home." he said with a calm voice. Of course it also betrayed the slight edge he was feeling. He and his two team members were expected to escort a wounded pilot away from a bunch of Kiritine troops, and not to mention possibly the Vigilant itself. If that ship also showed up, that also meant they'd possibly find themselves coming face to face with the Kiritine Aces. That was not a fight he wanted while being so close to both their flagship and reinforcements. Orders were orders though, and if his team was quick, Ebenezer was certain they could get her out of there before things got to lively. "We'll have to make this quick team, we do not want to be out there if and when the Vigilant shows itself." With that, he pressed down on one of the buttons located within the "glove" of his controls, activating the travel thrusters to send his mech forwards. He kept things low so as not to outpace Sebastian, but also to not drain his mech of too much energy on their way there. He could only hope that "Spectre" had picked up on the message and would show up as well.

Dizzy, headache, hot, Cecil was pushing hard to keep from falling asleep. The mecha's A.I was hovering around her, humming in what sounded like concern. Cecil was pretty sure the A.I could talk, but she wasn't sure how to fix the controls to have her do so. After all, the mecha wasn't fully completed, at least with the technical stuff. And for Cecil to have disengaged it on short notice, she was sure she'd done a few things to screw it up. Hell, she was lucky it flew at all. Or deployed weapons. Which she was desperately trying to get to engage. Dodging out of the way of several beam rifles and bullets, it was all Cecil could do to keep the mecha going. If she fought, she'd waste energy. Dodging was a pain in the ass, but it was better than falling behind.

Come on, Cecil thought as she pushed the engines to their max. The humming was loud in the cockpit, but not enough to drown out the blaring warnings that flashed all across her screen. Her trembling hands worked to keep out of the weapons that fired at her. She'd taken a few hits, but thanks to the Inukaitu metal helping to reduce the damage, nothing was too severe. Although, Cecil was pretty sure they weren't trying to shoot her down just yet. Kiritine prized their newest creation too much to destroy it right off the bat. They would try to capture her first, take the machine back. When that failed, though, they would most definitely destroy her. Cecil wasn't about to let that happen, but the situation wasn't looking any better.

Another hit to the mecha jostled it to the right. Cecil straightened the machine, but the way it was tossed aggrivated the wounds. For a moment, the acceleration decreased as she lost hold of the touch pad that controlled the thrusters. She couldn't count how many times that had happened and each time had them getting closer to her. Cecil ground her teeth and powered it up again, a soft groan leaving her lips at the force of the engines. Being tossed around was not her idea of a great get away plan, nor ideal for a wounded soldier. A loud warning filled the cockpit and Cecil attempted to dodge whatever it was. The mecha was yanked back and Cecil flew forward from the machine being stopped so suddenly. Cursing herself for not thinking to buckle into the seat, she caught herself against the screen of the pilot box. Shoving off, she went back to the seat and tried everything she could to get free. Everything just short of changing the mecha back into the humaniod shape. She was pressing buttons, tapping all sorts of keys to try to do something. She heard a few things go off, and she was pretty sure she'd just fired some missiles, but couldn't confirm it in her slight panic.

"Shit!" she said under her breath as she tried frantically to free herself.

Ebenezer had increased the power of his mech's thrusters, just to try and close the distance they needed to soon. Sebastian was not far behind him, though he was forced to push his mech a bit more given it's weaker thrusters. Regardless, he defintely felt that they were making good time, and it was his radar suddenly coming to life with several blips. Watching it from the corner of his eye, he then watched as his HUD also began to rapidly highlight the various mechs not far from them. The only thing that had him frowning was that he didn't know as of yet which one he was aiming to not kill. He wanted to immediately engage, but until he culd exactly figure out which was which, he had to withhold the missles of his mech. He quickly zoomed in on the main cluster, eyes darting over each and everyone one of them to see which he was looking for. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed, finally seeing amongst the mess one machine in particular that seemed to be the main cause of the fuss. He cocked his head to the side slightly, noting that the stilled machine did not appear to be a mech at all, but rather a jet. Regardless though, considering that most of the other mechs, clearly marked to be the Kiritines, were moving towards it, he had to take a guess.

"Weapons Free." he said, pressing the main thrusters of his mech and launtching it full speed towards the nearest mech to the jet. Rotating himself into a spin, he allowed himself to barely skim over top of the jet, using the rotation to bring a claw around to slash at the hook that held onto the jet while still moving forwards. The enemy had quickly begun to fire at him, having very quickly figured out he wasn't one of them, but he kept his mech leveled in a way so that it's head pointed towards them to lower his profile. As the distance quickly came to a close, he ceased the spin of his mech, reaching out towards the Kiritine as he slammed straight into the target. The hit had his claws sinking deep into the shoulders of the other mech, and the momentum carried the both of them into several other mechs, slamming into one as they went. Quickly, Ebenezer tore the claws free and slammed it right where the cockpit sohulder be, driving the claws deep to get to the pilot within.

As the captain slammed his way straight into the enemy, those that turned to try and shoot the captain paid dearly when a powerful slug of dense metal tore straight through one mech and tore through the arm of another. They had made the mistake of turning their attention away from Sebastian, who had slowed his mech down to line up a shot with one of the railguns. He did not fire the other, in case he'd need the other slug before the first gun was recharged, so instead he switched to high-power on his main guns. With the enemy currently caught off guard, he didn't need volume of fire to catch them. Instead he could slam them with concentrated blasts of energy, which he quickly. All the while, his mech continued to drift towards the jet, Sebastian casting a very quick glance to it before going back to focus on keeping the enemy his Captain wasn't engaged with off of his CO.

Cecil was shocked at the sudden intervention. She hadn't expected anyone to be in range for quite a while longer. She couldn't get a good look at the one that had streaked by and freed the mech from whatever had it trapped, the other she could probably see if she could figure out how to catch a closer look at it with the systems. But instead of wasting time with that, she'd rather use what they'd given her and power forward. It would be a waste if they had to fight even more just for her sake. Cecil powered the engines again and the machine lurched forward to get out of the thickest part of the Kiritine army. She shot forward and then sucked in a sharp breath as a mecha got in her path. She directed the machine up and over that one only to slam into another. Explosions were going off all around and the chaos of the fighting was making it harder to concentrate. Grinding her teeth, Cecil was slamming buttons again. Somehow, she got the machine to change from the jet style, to humaniod.

Blades rang free along the arms and in two twists, she had torn apart the Kiritine pilot who had tried to grapple her into submission. Leaning forward, doubled over slightly in the seat, Cecil panted and tried to keep herself from dropping into sleep. Shaking fingers tapped a button on the arm of the chair. She hoped she'd open a link to the pilots who were assisting her, but it might have gone to Kiritine too. Not that she really cared all too much anymore. [color=#80480]"Thanks for the assistance,"[/color] she started, forcing the words out on short bursts of air. "I will attempt to change back again to go faster. But piloting this is.... Difficult, at best." she wasn't sure what she was trying to inform them, but it would have to do. She was too scrambled to think straight. The best she could do was keep going forward and return to the Nightengale. That was her mission. The only part of it that was coherent anyway.

"Thank us when you make it home. Until then, try not to get wrecked you nut." Sebastian responded when he heard Cecil's voice over the radio. He was glad he was sitting alone in his mech, because it meant nobody would catch his normally stoic apperance breaking into a smile at hearing his sister's voice. It'd been quite a long time since he'd heard her or even spoken to her, and just hearing her voice was enjoyable.

Amongst the Kiritine mechs, Ebenezer had dislodged his mech's claws form another dead enemy, quickly hitting the thrusters to pull himself out from amongst them before he was surrounded. He sneered when he felt a shot hit his mech, shaking it. fortunately, the armor held together, but quickly he released a flurry of missles towards the mechs to try and give himself a quick breather. He also returned fire with the machine guns on his arms, having raised up both and firirng at the nearest mechs to him. They wer enough to dissuade any mechs from trying to take a still shot at him, but what hitsl anded only served to annoy the other mechs. He was quick to thrust to the side to avoid another beam shot, though two mechs closing in towards him with their own blades ready had him immediately changing direction. The amount of G's he was feeling was fairly intense, as he went from moving to the side to immediately charging head long towards both. Clearly both had been planning to try and catch him while he was back peddling, so they failed to land hits on him as the claws of his mech, slashed across the two of them as he dashed between them.

When he had heard the woman's voice, noting the strain from the injuries she must have suffered, Ebenezer smiled a little himself. His smile turned to a look of surprise when he heard Sebastian return remark. "Sister?! Really?!"[color] he exclaimed, dashing to the side of one of the two mechs that tried to slash at him, he quickly maneuvered himself so as to keep one mech between him and the other opponent at all times to limit the amount of attacks coming his way. This allowed ihm to better handle the fight, and a quick dodge of a sword swipe followed by a quick thrust forward had the claw of his mech sticking itself into the torso of the enemy. Quickly hee used his thrusters to turn the two of them around, bringing the mech implaed on his arm around to take the hit from it's ally. When the blade stuck into its ally's mech, Ebenezer then reached up with his free claw to grab the back of the blade. Once he had a firm grip, he then riped his other claw free and thrusted up over the enemy mech he had been holding onto. This ripped the blade free as it came with him, and once he had cleared over the dead mech, he then shot forwards to slam his claw through the other mech, all while keeping hold of the blade to keep it out of the way of his attack. Once cleared of them, he quickly backed away once more, firing his machine guns at other enemies to try and keep them from getting easy shots back on him.

[color=#e02828] "So, is every member of your family in the military?!" again he moved to the side, as well as moved backwards to create more distance for now. "I hope she isn't as deadpan as you are, crabby."

Cecil was shocked to hear her brother's voice over the transmission. Of all people, he was the last one she'd expected to hear. It made her heart jump to her throat. Desires flooded her, she wanted to see her brother, not just hear his voice. She hadn't seen him in so long, it was nearly torture to just hear his deep rumble but not see him. Almost as if she were hallucinating it. For a moment, she believed she was. Until a second voice joined in, asking about a sister and then talking about the family and hoping that she wasn't a deadpan like Sebastian. It made her laugh, though the sound was choked with tears. "Ainiki," she called with a bit of a hitch to her voice. It was her 'nickname' for him, using the old term for brother in a different language. She'd always found that language beautiful to begin with, and had incorporated it into how she spoke to her brother.

She whimpered softly as she leaned back in the seat and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried hard not to cry even more. The tears didn't really stream, but floated around her face in little droplets that mixed with the blood. Her heart pounded hard and she might have lost her composure entirely, until a familiar voice filled the cockpit and she gasped in shock. Nee's voice filled the small box, a haunting kind of ring to her words as she announced her preparations for battle with Cecil. Cecil's chest tightened and she spoke to both men who had joined the fight to help her. "Ainiki! We have to retreat! They're sending their Ace's! If they--" Cecil was cut off as warnings blasted through and in the next instant, something slammed into the mecha. Cecil barely caught herself, but slammed into the side of the cockpit with the injured shoulder. The cry of pain was quickly supressed, but perhaps not quick enough. Dizzy yet again, it was harder than ever to try to drag herself to the seat and fight back with the mecha that had slammed into her and blocked out everything on the screen except for it's ridiculously large size. Only a small fry of a pilot, but Cecil knew she wasn't in any shape to fight, let alone take on the Kiritine's ace's.

Sebastian rolled his eyes when he heard her nickname for him. He wasn't sure why she had decided on it, but then again they were a strange family. Only made sense for them to throw around odd nicknames. He did catch the lump in her throat when she spoke to him, and though he'd like to return the love, he quickly shifted himself back to fighting mode. "Get teary and sentimental when we make it back to the Nightengale. The enemy is not going to go easy just because we haven't seen one another in a while." it sounded a little harsh and callous, but they needed to remain focused. This many mechs was a problem, and they could only fend them off for so long.

" I second that Idea!." Ebenezer called out, grunting when his mech shook as it took a solid hit to the side. Gritting his teeth, Cecil's calling out about the arrival of the aces soon was old news. "Yes, very aware of the encroaching enemy, miss! We need to get out of here regardless of whether or not they show up before we get swamped." he fired another flurry of missles before quickly dashing out of the way of another beam shot. "Miss, need you to update you IFF codes before we reach the saftey net. As our other compatriot put it, don't want to have you turn to multch after all of this." As he said it, he quickly took the chance to relay said codes towards Cecil's mech, hoping that she could retrieve them without having to send them openly over the radio.

Their attention was drawn to the sound of Cecil's quick cry of pain, Sebastian turning his head to see another mech had gotten into the face of her once more. Sebastian was quickly maneuvering his mech to line up a shot with the second railgun. Ebenezer on the other hand, was already moving his mech to try and intercept any others that were trying to attack her. He had slammed into another mech that made an attempt to reach Cecil, but he could only do so much while trying to protect a weak pilot. Sebastian though was ready to help, and he hovered his finger over the trigger as his mech slowly drifted into the correct position. As his crosshair slowly moved, he immediately pressed the trigger as it drifted over the mech that was harrassing his sister. The slug went sailing through the vacumm, slamming into one shoulder of the Kiritine mech, tearing it's way all the way through to the other side before continuing onwards into the void of space. He was then shifting to fire on the mechs his captain was not attacking, having switched his arms to rapid fire mode to lay down a heavy volume of fire. "Cecil, you need to move it. Or do you really want to be the reason our reuinion is cut so short?" he said over the radio.

"Ainiki...." what might have once sounded petulant and childish when dealing with her brother, came out strained and shortened of breath. Cecil ground her teeth as she hauled herself back in the seat and forced her body to cooperate. The A.I materialized again and hovered next to her, looking worried and fearful. Cecil forced a smile. She punched in the coordinates for the Nightengale and then tried to figure out how to change the IFF codes that the second pilot had ordered her to do. Her fingers felt stiff and every inch of her body was like lead. Frowning, Cecil narrowed her eyes as she tried to concentrate on what she'd been told to do. "I have the coordinates for the Nightengale, I'll go ahead," she announced, trying to sound stronger than she felt, and probably trying to impress her brother. It was usually like that, at least that much hadn't changed even in the seven years they'd been apart.

"I'll try to change the codes, it will take a while though. And.... Ainiki, you better be right behind me, or I'll have to kick your ass," she threatened though threats from her to a sibling didn't sound all too frightening. Mother had once described it as a kitten pawing at a dog and nothing more. Cecil listened to the hum of the engines as she powered the mecha and felt it shifting into the jet form again. As it shot off toward the Nightengale she could only hope that she'd make it out of the reach of the Ace's. Most especially from Nee. The last thing she wanted was a fight with that woman.

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#2015-12-17 15:02:25, as written by Ninja Bunny

Nee nodded at the instructions given to her by Roaden, deciding not to say anything. Instead she turned her WASP on to top speed, maximizing engine output. She considered changing her IFF codes to match those of Drastonia, but her hacked copy was most likely out of date. It'd also be difficult pretending to be a friendly with the Kiritine fleet all about her. Then the Captain mentioned her father and the girl shivered a little in her mech.

"I don't... need a promotion." Nee insisted, staring at the map and listening in on Orvanti radio chatter as they moved to rendezvous with Jiovia. They'd have to move quickly if they wanted to separate the two enemy fleets. The Kiritine Aces were mostly hard hitting melee mechs, so getting in close range safely was key to their plan. Once in close range, they were nigh unstoppable. "Please don't tell Dad- father anything, Captain."

She checked her radar as she sped ahead of Kalsheed and Roaden, forcing emotion out of her mind. The gamer was nearing the battle now - the Second Platoon was already in combat, though were being slowly beaten back by the Drastonian Aces. Of course the small fries were being eliminated - they were cannon fodder. Expendable lives - but on any chess board, good pawn maneuvering was key to a good victory. Sure, the idea of capturing Jiovia was troublesome... but her loyalty was primarily to Kiritine. Friendships were secondary to her goal, who cares about the hollow feeling in her chest? Glory to Kiritine and all that. She could mourn her friend after all was said and done, though perhaps killing Jiovia would be a better fate. She felt the prongs of her father's influence snaking into her mind, forcing her to speed up her little WASP yet again, positioning herself in the direction Orvanti was set to approach from, pressing forward to force more distance between Orvanti and Drastonia.

"Arlan ready to... engage." She said into the radio, voice a low monotone. Her eyes were wide and staring and her mind was already shifting from reality to a video game mindset. Blood pumped to her fingers in anticipation. Every movement tingled and crackled, her insect-like reflexes ready to serve. No one could beat her in a game. "Kalsheed, can you back me up?"

Nee went to her pink device, inputting a series of codes to hijack the Drastonian fleet's lock-on statistics. It was a low level hack to be sure, and it was ineffective against Aces such as the Drastonian Captain, pilot of the animalistic beast-like mech. So with a small girn, the hacker reset the lock on to target Rastin's mech, drawing fire away from her own allies to give them time to fall back if needed, and press their advantage. She tuned her pink device to a global channel, so everyone could hear her.

"No one touches... my pawns." She declared with a laugh. She switched the pink device back to the Kiritine comm channel. "Fall back if need be, but if at all possible, go on an all out attack." With the girl's declaration, several enemies aimed at her, according to the pink device. This, of course, was exactly the situation she wanted. Her specialty beyond cyberwarfare was, after all, speed and agility. She flitted here, there, above and finally dove straight into the bulk of the Drastonian mechs, sending their homing missiles aimed directly at themselves, clearing out what seemed to be a vanguard squad with little effort. Lasers and beams were also fired at her but she weaved and dodged through them with minimal effort. She's played many bullet hell games before, where the enemy projectiles literally swarmed the screen and never once lost. An attack of this scale was almost a mockery of her skills.

Now came the more difficult part. Nee used the pink device to put her engines into overdrive. Cecil had gone into jet form and was quickly fleeing the battle, but she couldn't let that happen. Who knows what Daddy would do if she were to allow her to simply flee? But of course Nee's pursuit was blocked by two mechas: the primal beast owned by Rastin, and the low mobility space fortress piloted by the elder Jiovia.

Nee shot the WASP forward towards the tiny gap between Rastin and elder Jiovia, activating her disruptors at the last second before doing a swift up turn to avoid them and charged directly towards Cecil Jiovia's fleeing mech. A wave of energy blasted out in short range around her, hopefully hitting the two Mechas and disabling their engines, shields, and weapons systems for a few minutes, which was more than enough time for Kalsheed and Roaden to catch up and hopefully force them to retreat, or even more optimally, kill them altogether. However, they were aces as well and weren't to be underestimated. Unfortunately she didn't have time to confirm that she hit them - she had to focus on the upcoming reunion with her old friend. The WASP was quickly gaining on the jet-formed mecha piloted by Cecil Jiovia.

"Arlan in... pursuit of the target." Nee said with a hint of pride in her voice, keeping careful eyes about her in case the fourth Drastonian Ace - Spectre - were to ambush her. "Captain, Kalsheed, take care of anyone at my rear, please. But be careful. Orvanti is incoming. I'll send... you their current positions, so re-position yourselves for them."

She wouldn't let Jiovia make it back to the Nightingale. Once she was in range, she could use her disruptors yet again - a perfect tool to force Jiovia into submission without risk of lethal damage, or dealing any lasting damage to the mech whatsoever. Nee opened the private channel between her and Cecil again, keeping an eye on the radar as Cecil's position was confirmed - still out of reach but not impossible to catch up to.

"...No words for... an old friend?" Nee said, this time in a much more friendly tone, ignoring the sucking sounds her voice made as she unwrapped and popped another sweet candy into her mouth. "Whether I catch you or you escape... I'm going to... miss you, after all."

Hopefully this could be quick. Nee really wanted to curl up back at her bunker and dig into Ultima Fantasia, and hopefully see Poppy again. Too bad she didn't have a third arm so she could play and pilot at the same time. Life truly was terrible.

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#2015-12-18 22:08:06, as written by nosyfatguy

Edward was flying in front of the Vigilanti ofcourse being able to here his allies being torn apart infront of him. Who couldn't the racket they were making missiles plasma rays or what not.''Tsk nuances, well they brought their aces, so were about to bring our Elites.'' Edward said the phrase with a slight grin on his face, before putting his hand on the wheel controlled mech. Edward turned his thrusters up to full power but he's heavy mech was still not enough to keep up with the girls. Speaking of the girls, Nee reminded Edward not to say anything, unfortunately Edward would be unable to not tell anything to the Commander if anything critical happen. Instead of replying, Edward just left his speech box untouched pretending as if though he never heard the plead.

Edward saw the aces up ahead, and they certainly lived up to their name. Naturally they were tearing through Kiritine machine like it was made of junk, slash bash clash. Though Edward wasn't to disturbed by this, after all they were pawns but their name will be remembered for defending him so bravely, of course not by him. The girls had already come up with a plan, and it seemed like it wasn't to bad at all Edward just added one finishing touch to it just so it could make his life easier.

''This is Edward, To Nee if you have the time i'd like you to disrupt enemy communication systems they seem to be very organized in what there doing. ''

What Edward was mostly focusing on was The enemy Captain. ''Captain Ebenezer Rastin'' He was, looks like it was up to Roaden to immobilize his mech, big and heavy machinery perfect target for Edward's type of mech. Edward wasn't spending another second letting this bastard tear through another heap of hard made mechs, besides if all did go to shit Edward has the Vigilanti right on his tail. But then he stopped his mech in it's path, oh boy is that energy gathering at the Viper shit he was gonna have to take one for the team this time.

Edward looked at the shot incoming, it was a pretty big one definitely bigger then Edward's mech.
''Clare, fire up defensive protocols to 100 were gonna need everything we have to block this bad boy.'' The X-15 defenses kicked in a matter of seconds, his shields came up the mechs body covered in Inukaitu armor energy shields on the sides and fronts. ''There's no way this bitch's getting through.'' The beam came into contact with Edward mech, immediately destroying his energy shields and any of his average armor. Though the shot was blocked, anything that came into contact before it was blocked was immediately annihilated. The heat in Edward mech cracked up to 50C in no time. He's windows cracked but the beam still wouldn't fade, no time before it got into his mech.

''Clare, cover the body with Inukaitu Armor.'' This was a risky move, as it gave Inukaitu most of the control to the mech, but at least this way he would be able to live. The beam gradually showed signs of fade, as it started to turn into particles floating around. Eventually it burned out, and left one nasty looking mech behind. The shot was powerful enough to take out most of the body infront, except from the Inukaitu armor which wasn't itself looking to clean. Though in very bad condition, Edward was sure he would be able to aid this battle.

''This is Captain Roaden to Command Center, fire Beam Cannon in retaliation to the Viper full power gentlemen.''
''Yes Captain Roaden.''
''See how they like this one.''

So far the Inukaitu showed no signs of rebellion, certainly was a machine to be reckoned with. Edward got news that there were machines inside the ship, tearing up the place. Some form of robotic machine they were suppose to be, most likely not permitted amongst nations. ''Cheap Bastards, well see how you like this, this is Roaden send out Fire Squadron 1, please equip them with plasminatined weapons. Good luck punks.'''

Over time, the Inukaitu Clare had managed to fix most of the most fatal wounds caused to the mech, making it able to join the fight once again. ''This is the best woman in my life.'' Edward flied over to the heat of the battle, finally able to do abit of damage. There he saw Captain Rastin, the Kirtine troops split aside, when Captain Roadens mech had arrived. Ofcourse they knew only one thing could happen, The Captain's having a battle. Edward sent a communication request to the enemy Captain. Hoping to hear his voice, before decimating it. Ofcourse he's mech was not in perfect shape, but it was covered in Inukaitu which is just as good as a perfectly good mech. Although this was partly to distract their Captain while the girls cached the traitor, it was also for his own personal gain after all, it's not everyday you get to fight Ebenezer Rastin.

''Hello Captain, how about we link up?'' Edward sent a message to Rastin, hopefully he would receive it before the communications were shut off.

Edward received confirmation that the Plasma Canon was ready to fire, it was all on his command. Naturally as soon as he got confirmation he gave the order to fire. The Canon didn't need to gather up any more energy, as it fired a bright red beam the Vipers Way. Burning anything in the way.

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Cecil Jiovia

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a character in “A Nation's Demise : Reboot”, as played by Siryn

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