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Nee Arlan

"I'm tired, can we do it later, maybe?"

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




|| 23 | Kiritune | Homosexual ||

Nee is a relatively short girl, all things considered. She's tiny with an impish look to her, always sporting a lazy and effortless grin on her face. Still, despite being tiny, her body is still well toned from her training, making her deceptively dangerous to underestimate. Her hair is long and dyed a bright pink hue, though some dark brown still shows at the roots. Her hair usually dangles in two loose ties on either side of her head, flopping in the air as she runs and moves. She gives the impression of being a playful yet daring prankster that enjoys having fun and enjoying herself, often smirking and giggling to some joke she's repeating in her head. Her uniform is a deep black sailor-top with a darker black collar, and a similarly black skirt with dark red frills at the edges, matched with black and pink striped stockings and black ankle-length boots. She often covers it up with a large black and pink hoodie with rabbit-like ears on the hood, however, claiming her uniform's too cold without it.

Nee's mecha - WASP, as Nee likes to call it - is quite small compared to most - it's in a wasp-like shape and is used to harass and disrupt enemy mechas at close range. It's a silvery grey sheen, built like a wasp, with erratic and unpredictable movements that are hard to follow and aim at. Technically, the Mecha counts as a sword type due to the focused beam blades on the front that appear to be it's front legs. It's quick and agile, using almost insect-like movements to weave and hop through danger to reach it's target, relying on Nee's almost superhuman gaming skills to dodge attacks. It also has a generally weak shield tech in front that protects against minor attacks as it flits about, but relies mostly on speed and agility to reach targets. Although far from ideal, the WASP also employs a series of medium range rockets (called Stingers) inside its wings that deal clustered damage in a wide area of effect. It's a ranged option, but it drains power from the WASP relatively quickly and still requires going up close. Most important of all, however, are the electromagnetic pulse batteries inside the prongs of the WASP, allowing Nee to temporarily disable/disrupt shields and electric/beam/plasma weapons, as well as engines of others mechas in contact-range, providing easy kills for the rest of her team. Of course, Nee knows how to overclock WASP's systems, bringing them to the limit in a as of yet non-authorized technique. By boosting system efficiency far beyond the norm, the WASP can essentially act like a makeshift spear - literally drilling through mechas in a near suicidal attack. It's only really suitable as a last-ditch effort, as the WASP will be immobile for a few minutes to cool down from the excessive energy output, thus making her an easy target.

The WASP shines best when well supported by her allies - if they can hold fire long enough for Nee to swoop in for the disable and quickly flit out, it can provide excellent disruption and support. Even without using the disruptors, it's swords/prongs are built to tear through and pierce armor without too much effort, causing plenty of damage when up close. In terms of the Vigilanti, the WASP is useful for weakening enemies trying to make an advance, as well as trapping retreating enemies with it's disruption abilities. The WASP excels in close combat and rarely loses in a physical confrontation.

Despite what people may think, Nee is rather versatile even outside of her Mecha.
Video Games| One of Nee's biggest strengths is her skill in video games. Other than sleeping, she spends the majority of her time playing games and having fun. Her username is well known throughout the world as one of the top gamers these days, and she has plenty of sponsors for e-sports tournaments, acting under an alias. Of course, this doesn't mean she's physically weak by any means.
Combat| One of Nee's favorite video games is one in which she puts on body sensors and VR Glasses, with her physical body as the controller. Through this, she trained herself extensively, specializing in fighting with concealed weapons (knives, mostly) with speed and agility to nimbly defeat her foes. She's particularly good at parries and counters, waiting for her opponent to make the first move before exploiting any weak points.
Hacking/Programming| Though she prefers being on the frontlines, Nee wields plenty of cyber skills as well. Her expertise is programming up viruses that can shut down servers and steal data, as well as being almost undetectable if need be for the latter. Unfortunately, with her playfulness, Nee enjoys making them as flamboyant as possible to create the maximum amount of havoc.

Inside the mech
Fragile| The WASP is small and build lightly, meaning it can’t take many hits before collapsing. Though it is agile, with bad luck or someone with faster reactions, the WASP can be swatted easily and taken out of the fight.
Limited Ranged Options| The WASP only has one situational weapon for range engagements, thus nearly always has to approach in order to do damage to enemies. This adds extra risk in large-scale battles, in which many enemies may be targeting her at once. Despite her utility and damage, this is a pretty major drawback to the WASP. She needs good support to fulfill her duties, but can easily leave a fleet vulnerable to attack if she gets close enough.

Outside the mech
Addicted to video games| Nee is by every definition of the word, addicted to games. If she can't escape reality to play games, she can easily go through the symptoms of withdrawal - panic attacks, shortness of breath, shaking, and in severe cases, hallucinations. Despite her skill, this makes some people think of her as unreliable.
Unmotivated| Unlike some others, Nee has difficulty really finding passion in most things. She enjoys being lazy and unproductive for as long as possible, putting the least amount of effort into things as she can. This is unhealthy in many ways and makes her stagnant in most things not gaming-war related.
Physically weak| Like her mecha, Nee can only really exert energy in brief short bursts at a time. Too much effort easily tires her out and makes her dizzy and sleepy. Furthermore, her small frame makes her relatively fragile and she can't withstand much pain before breaking. This doesn't mean she's weak, but she's very very brittle.
Paranoid| Though she doesn't show it, Nee is a very paranoid person. She's hard to trust others and always thinks the worst of them. This causes her to not much effort into socializing and making friends - making them prove their dedication before she really truly trusts them. She's often the one to not send messages, instead waiting to receive one before talking to others.

Nee is someone that's relatively easy to get along with on a superficial level. She's charmingly lazy, and comes across as endearing and friendly in one scoop. She enjoys talking and making friends, and is very sociable. It's easy to get to like her and want to know more about this fluffy girl. This makes coordination within her team easy, since Nee tends to be the one to break the ice and forge some kind of bond with others to relieve the tension. She's full of smiles and cheer and gives off an atmosphere that makes others feel more at ease.

Of course, that's just the top layer of the orange that is Nee Arlan. Slightly below, you'll find a deeply unhealthy girl full of habits she's unwilling to break that are slowly hurting her more than anything. She always tends to avoid serious and stressful topics, instead preferring to keep things light and harmless - if poked, Nee is easy to lash out and likes to keep her inner emotions to herself. She particularly enjoys escapism due to her low stress tolerance, and thus turns to video games as solace to avoid reality. This can make her seem delusional and disconnected from the world as a whole. You could think of her as a rose - pretty to look at and to admire, but full of prickles and thorns if anyone gets close.

The gamer girl likes to keep everyone at a safe distance from herself. She doesn't really trust anyone and tends to think negative things about the people around her, even as she greets them with smiles and jokes. Full of suspicion and fear, Nee avoids truly feeling affection for most people and withdraws into herself whenever she can. When anxious, Nee's one of the first to run away to avoid dealing with her problems, and tends to deflect concern and worry with playful sarcasm and humor. This makes it hard to really correct her problems.

That isn't to say she's a bad pilot, however. Nee's on of the best for a reason, and when she's in what she considers a "2D" realm, she lets her restrained personality shine. Whether in video games or when flying her mecha, Nee feels truly at ease and can play a leading role if need be, easily scanning and examining battles to figure out the best path to victory. She's merciless and ruthless, proudly fighting for Kiritine. When in flight, Nee is a focused and steady individual that you can count on to do her best to bring her team to victory.


The Arlan family is well known throughout Kiritine as one that tends to breed strong and diligent officers and generals within the military. Nee Arlan was born to a soldier of particular renown - General Renard Arlan - and ever since she was young, he'd forced her down the path of a soldier, perhaps as penance for her birth being the event that let to health complications resulting in Jara Arlen nee Roselde, to die, leaving behind a grieving husband and a young motherless daughter. Nee was stripped of what one could consider a normal childhood, and beaten if she ever showed any indication of ever wanting a different life. Perhaps it was because Kiritine had lost horribly in the last war, but Renard was almost fanatical in his parenting, even though he was once a calm, well respected man that everyone around him looked up to.

As a child, Nee was far too quiet. She made the other children around her nervous and uneasy - they saw the injuries and the signs of abuse, but not even teachers or other adults really stepped in to help. Renard Arlan had far too much influence and a history of service that no one was willing to be the one to step on his toes. Still, Nee did make one friend - another girl named Bell Ferris. Bell, unlike the other children, decided to reach out to Nee and befriend her against her will and over time, Nee slowly let Bell into her heart, unable to resist the candy gifts and the friendly morning grins. They became incredibly close until eventually Bell spoke out against Renard for the abuse. In retaliation, Renard cut off all contact between the girls by having Nee enroll into military academy early, at thirteen.

She graduated relatively quickly - but the academy is also where her heart discovered online gaming and she forever decided that escaping reality was the only real solution. Through games, Nee learned how to act friendly and cheerful to others as well developing a ridiculously keen sense of lightning-fast reflexes and quick reactions. But she also learned how to escape from a stressful life into a world of fun and games - where nothing truly matters. Still, at least on some level, Nee learned human reaction and her happy outer shell developed. The gamer ID by the name of "Hornet" quickly became famous and almost worshiped by gamers worldwide.

It wasn't long until Nee was transported to the Vigilanti and was assigned her own mecha based on her style and personality scores from the Academy. She even encountered and befriended a certain Cecil Jiovia for a few years once aboard the ship, forming a sense of comeraderie with her as both young women with great skill. Although many people were dubious of Nee's skills, thinking she only succeeded due to her family connections, she quickly proved them wrong whenever she entered the WASP and showed off her skills to the officials. Nee rose through the ranks as one of the younger prodigies, and any doubts around her dispelled. She was even allowed to play her games in her free time as long as she kept honing her skills in the WASP.

Nee was one of the soldiers in pursuit of Cecil after the betrayal, even landing some injuries, but relented at the last second upon remembering her old friend, Bell. Feeling almost personally slighted by her friend/acquaintance, Nee felt a new reason to fight that she could truly call her own - her father's influence was nowhere to be seen. Nee would hope to one day be able to find Cecil again and set things straight between them.



So begins...

Nee Arlan's Story


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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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Back to work again. Edward was working on the mech he's recently upgraded. He's had this mech since he joined the Kiritne forces, and newly found technology allowed his mech to be fitted with Inkuaitu intelligence. After all, he was the captain of a elite group of forces. Edward picked up his wrench and started to work on the voice box for the Inukuaitu system, he had started to work on a wire when a pipe burst on him thus causing him to drop his wrench below. ''Tsk what a pain..damn it..'' Edward slid down a pole going from his mechs head all the way down to his feet, when he was sliding down the pole he often thought of himself as a hero coming to someones rescue, so much for that now he thought working for the most evil nation around tsk..

Edward bent down and picked up his wrench, as he stood up he heard a alarm going off around the building, the alarm was dull nothing like a fire bell but it was good enough to alert most of the people on the vessel. Edward debated on whether he should go or not but in the end he decided to stay, why go when other people have the time to do it. Besides, it can't be something that big like a threat to the nation, could it?

Na forget, it he thought best get back to my mech. He climbed up a set of stairs beside his mech which once again lead him to the head of the mech, he crossed a small metal bridge he made from the stairs to the shoulder of the mech then he put back on his goggles and started to work on the leak which had formed recently. He was starting to put in a screw when he dropped it because he could hear shooting, the screw once again fell into the abyss of the mechs legs he didn't bother with it this time he'd get it another day or something.

''Must be pretty rowdy up there, i wonder what happened...'' He continued to fit the suit with the Inukaitu intelligence, this was a secret project that he and the higher ups had decided to do and he got permission for him to put Inukaitu inside his mech, and if all went well he'd be once of the strongest users in this small universe. If the other nations knew about the 2nd Inukaitu fitted mech there would certainly be chaos. Edward was confident that his Inukaitu would work, unlike the past ones he just had a gut feeling that it would accept his mech and they'd be one together.

Finally he put the finishing touch onto the head and added some spikes between them, it made the robot look more vicious or atleast that's what he thought. ''I'll turn the mech on tomorrow it's been a busy day...''' Edward gave a large yawn, before wiping his salvianatied mouth.

BAM! Edward instantly switched back on, the crash was loud as if something fell over, the next thing he knew there was a mech flying out of the vessel at this time of day. '' There's definitely something going on then..'' He said to himself as he watched the other Inukaitu fitted mech fly away, no way of catching up to it nope.. It's fitted with technology beyond our simple minds.

A soft sound of running, that's what Edward heard as a man ran down the long corridor to his work room the man was panting heavily as if he just ran a marathon, he must be here about that mech then. The man pointed a slow finger at Edward then pointed at him to come closer, Edward obeyed the man even thought he seemed to be a smaller rank then him. The man said heavily ''Sir! the commander wishes to see you upstairs in the main part of the vessel! He's called together all of team kiritine! He's gone to call together all the team!''

''Looks like we have a mystery on our hands gang...''
Edward sniggered to himself before putting his uniform back on, and heading to the main vessel at his own pace. When he finally got there he buttoned up his shirt and lined up in front of the commander, waiting on the other members of his crew to join him.


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"Ensign Arlan is down!"

As Jiorvia made her escape in that mech, taking whatever she stole with her, Nee was summarily rushed to the medical bay by one of the greener staff members at the lunar base. Nee didn't make much of a move - she sooner she was taken away, the sooner she could drown herself in video games. Honestly, thinking about Cecil's betrayal hurt her head and it only piled even more stress on her shoulders that she really didn't want to mull over. She knew procedures - eventually Kalsheed and Roaden would be waiting for her for a meeting...

But Nee really really wanted to just hole herself up using her stab wound as an excuse. Plus, Nee was in a bad mood because pretty much her only human friend more or less went off to be an enemy. If Nee ever bothered to look over the data she stole over the months with her bugs and viruses, maybe she could've prevented it somehow. But to what end? Get Cecil captured and interrogated and eventually executed? Was that really what the gamer girl wanted? That wasn't exactly an option either.

After getting a check up and having her wound dealt with, Nee huddled under the covers with her retrieved Negasis Portable V. She clicked on the power button, humming a little tune to herself and logged into Ultima Fantasia immediately, signing into her account, "Hornet".

Almost immediately Nee ignored powerleveling requests, instead switching to Guild Chat, where she once again reconvened with her guild, the almost legendary Super Snail Guild. They were the best of the best and were always high on the leader boards in inter-guild wars as well as completing raids and other missions with extreme efficiency. She started idly farming metal slimes to get the mats needed upgrade her sword when the chat started up.

BlueSphere: Oh, it's you, Hornet! Where were you? you missed the fun!
Hornet: Sorry, overslept. Any good loot?
Rivers: Oh yea, got mu Elfang Armor!
Rivers: *my
Hornet: Grats!
Darin: You just missed Poppy, Hornet, she went off a few secs ago
Hornet: damn, wanted to talk to her about something
BlueSphere: everything OK? You never mess a new event
BlueSphere: *miss. sry, typo
Hornet: I'm fine.
Rivers: Really could've used your DPS, we almost lost
Rivers: Like seriously we were counting on you
Bluesphere: We still won so its OK
Darin: Viper Guild almost stole it from us
Hornet: I'll be here next time.
BlueSphere: Dont sweat it, RL comes first Hornet
BlueSphere whispers you: Sure you're okay? You're not bubbly like usual
You whisper BlueSphere: Don't worry, just upset I missed it ^.^

Those were the regulars of the Super Snail Guild. BlueSphere was the Guild Leader, who pretty much everyone seemed to like. He was always patient with newcomers and made sure no one kept an elitist attitude about being better than everyone else. Nee got along with him quite well.

Rivers was what you could say a strategist type. He has mainly utility based skills and often ordered the party around to make the best use of their skills. He was very good at what he did, and Nee wasn't sure he ever logged off. He was pretty much always on.

Darin's the tank. He's kind of shy and doesn't talk as much as the others, but he's very reliable.

Poppy's the primary cleric of the Guild, and the only other confirmed female (other than Nee and Poppy, no other 'girls' use voice chat, so there's no real way to know, not that Nee really gave much of a shit either way). She and Nee got along really well and were almost always having separate private whisper conversations separate from the boys. The game wouldn't be half as fun without her.

That was when Nee's peace was interrupted by familiar footsteps and the aura she grew to fear. Daddy had tracked her down, and according to the look on his face, he wasn't even almost pleased. Nee felt the safety of the covers rip off of the bed, and Daddy's fist raised into the air. Nee just stared at it passively - she'd already hidden her Negasis under the pillow and bodies healed over time so that was fine.

"You're supposed to be a pilot, Nee." Daddy boomed. "An enemy just escaped with vital information and you're just laying here, playing your stupid games again?! When will you take any of this shit professionally?! You're a shame to the Arlan name!"

Apparently the doctor on board would have none of this. Nee almost applauded him for his bravery if she wasn't busy waiting to be hit.

"Hey, she's injured. She should be resti-"

One look from Daddy was enough to scare the doctor into silence and he hid back in his office without another word. Nee's arm was grabbed roughly and she was dragged out of bed to her feet. He bent her arm back behind her and Nee felt intense pain shoot through her joints. Her eyes glazed over - it was pointless to try resisting, anyways. It was always best to remain silent and wait for it to be over. Pain wasn't a stranger to her. It was nothing she couldn't handle.

"You will go and meet with Roaden." Daddy ordered. "If I hear one complaint out of you-"

"Yes sir." Was Nee's emotionless response, passive and subdued. "Nee won't disappoint you."

Daddy's face bristled with rage. "Don't talk like a child! And don't interrupt me when I'm speaking!"

His grip on her arm grew stronger and he pulled harder until the gamer was forced to the ground to avoid having her arm broken. Satisfied, Daddy left the medical wing. Nee sat on the floor for a few moments before standing herself back up, forcing her arm back into position. It was dislocated, but she learned long ago how to fix it without any help. The doctor was doing his best to simply avoid her gaze, so Nee left without a word to meet with the rest of her team.

The first one there standing in front of the Commander was Roaden, the captain. Hoping the bandages weren't visible bulges in her newly-changed-into uniform, Nee stood at attention as lazily as she usually did.

"Arlan here." The gamer said in a quiet voice, almost yawning. She was sucking on one of her candies again. "...I'm tired."


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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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Nee flinched visibly as she saw Kalsheed. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could've done to avoid the massive hug aimed her way. If that wasn't bad enough, the Captain leveled a dark glare in both their directions. If Daddy were to hear of this, he'd only be angry again. But still, the gamer was way too tired to bother fighting Kalsheed off or explaining that she was innocent. Surely everyone could see that she hadn't asked for the hug nor participated in it, right? Nee stared at Roaden with silent, begging eyes, for him to understand. It was probably hopeless, anyways.

Most of what the Captain had to say was old news, to say the least. Nee was at the scene of the crime as it happened - and the wound in her belly burned, as if in affirmation of her role. Guilt churned inside her - if Kiritine were to lose in the coming war, Nee would almost definitely be culpable. But is something like a nation worth protecting over a friend, though? Other than her old and gone friend, Bell, there weren't many people in Kiritine Nee really felt much of an obligation to. Abusive daddies, overly-hugging girls, and not to mention the cold looking Roaden who always seemed to intimidate the gaming addict. It was a nation of cowards who were unable to stand up to her father, so did she really have a need for them at all?

...Still, it did nothing to help assuage her burning guilt. She was, after all, a member of Kiritine. So, Nee gave the Captain a silent but polite stare, nodding slightly. Most likely, Drastonian and Orvanti reinforcements were incoming to help protect Jiorvia. Luckily, the little hacker had a little device that might help out - it was one of the only reasons she was allowed to play with her hacks within the Vigilanti, anyways. As Roaden and Kalsheed began to head to their mechs, Nee made a beeline for her room to gather her new favorite invention, and shoved it carefully into her pocket. It was small and pink, just like her, but it'd suit the purpose quite well. She also made a quick detour at the medical bay to retrieve her Negasis Portable V and typed in a quick apology for leaving to BlueSphere before shutting it off. With that, the gamer was ready for a battle.

The WASP seemed to be whispering to her as she approached it. Honestly, the insect-like mech felt less like a war machine and more like an extension of her own body when she was piloting it. Nee hopped in, the smallest of grins on her face, and revved it up, enjoying the low hum as it started up. The WASP was the first mech to rise in the Hangar, ready for ejection. She ran a quick diagnostic of its systems - all weapons were ready for use. Nee then removed the radio and attached the pink version with a monitor on it. Luckily, ages ago, she memorized the Addresses of the Drastonian and Orvanti radio comm channels years ago. First, Nee shut down her connection to Kiritine radio chatter, tuning in directly to where she calculated Cecil was based on when she left and knowing the fact that she was headed to the Nightingale. It was a private connection that bypassed the stage where Cecil had to accept it, directly connecting in - one for only Cecil and Nee.

"...We might see each other soon." Nee's voice was friendly, but also focused and serious. "I won't go easy on you this time, Cecil, so I hope you're prepared."

Nee then disconnected from the private comm, then input Orvanti's in particular, before turning on "undetectable" mode. The hacker's eyes shone as she saw it went through. Nee then pressed a button to stream the Orvanti radio chatter directly to Roaden and Kalsheed's mechs to make sure they heard.

"IFF codes updated, weapon systems normal, systems all green. Kalia Koizumi, Unit 06 heading out!"

"Orvanti Radio hacked." Nee declared in a self satisfied voice. "Triangulating Orvanti Pilot locations now, please hang on a moment."

A few more moments, and Nee added the new bips to Roaden, Kalsheed, and of course, her own monitors, showing the exact location of the Orvanti mechs. Nee also saw where Cecil was, then checked the coordinates. She input a proposed flight path and sent it to Roaden and Kalsheed. "The Orvani pilots are... there, so if we fly like this, we should be able to separate Jiovia... from the Orvanti allies. We can enclose upon Jiovia and the Drastonian pilots, and if I disrupt the engines of the Orvanti ships, they'll... be unable to attack us from the rear, making it a more even fight. Of course, if... one of you has a better idea..."

Nee then looked over the security systems in place to protect the Kiritine radio. She dug into it, adding a few lines of code here and there to buff it, as well as show Nee the location of anyone attempting to hack in. Sure, she was a great pilot, but everyone knew that cyberwarfare and intelligence were Nee's strongest suits. Eyes full of anticipation, she flew out the Hangar Bay doors in her WASP, excited to enter the fight.


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Edward put his hands in his pocket, waiting for his team. ''Dammit why can't they be punctual.'' Edward mumbled to himself, was he cursed to have 2 such lazy comrades. Moments later, a door slid open and Nee came through. Looks like she had a run in with her father again, judging from her bruises that damn captain. Edward threw a small wave at her and then continued to wait. He put some gum in his mouth, thinking it was the appropriate time to get hungry after-all no one was doing anything were they. He looked at the time, and all of a sudden a Young Riley appeared out of no where she went to hug Nee which was later dismissed by the Captain. Edward let out a small sigh, as Nee looked to him for support he pretended he couldn't see it, after all it would only increase his talks with The Captain.

After a while, Edward tuned off from the talk the Captain had with them. He's mind started to dart around like a ping pong ball, place to place side to side. On the outside he was nodding pretending to listen to the Chief but on the inside he was thinking about a deeper subject. The other Squadron Leaders. Both nasty bastards, hopefully he didn't go against one of them although the chances were high since they really want this Inukuaitu fitted mech. Word is that they were allied together, but that was fine because The Kiritine had already sent down a squadron to stop the Inu-Mech in it's tracks. It would buy them enough time to get to the Mech and hopefully take it back.

After hearing all the main bits the commander had to said, Edward summorised it in his head ''Get the Mech, or destroy the mech Simple.'' But he doubted it would be that easy on the ''Battlefield.'' To be truthful, Edward didn't really want to destroy the mech, he'd much rather take it back from the women even if he suffered abit of damage. Any other mech, he'd have blown to bits, but since the Kiritine had worked on this for 7 years and he's been there from day one he had a small attachment to the big girl. After the Captain had dismissed them, they went into a small metal hall where the door slid when they came into contact with it. Riley, being the feisty pepper she is makes a statement

''How do we go about destroying this bitch?''

Edward touched his chin, and thought for a moment. Then came up with a way to explain it to his fellow-comrades
''Listen up kids, i don't plan on blowing the can to pieces i think it's not worth it we've worked on this mech for so long and it'd be a shame to end the project around this time. What we'll do instead is get her out of the mech, most likely kill her and bring the Mech back to HQ. Inflicting some damage onto it is not a problem, she can handle it she's a Inkuaitu type of women after all. BUT! this doesn't mean if all goes to shit you shouldn't load her up. If it does come down to it, and you can't see another way out we can't let the other nations get there hands on it so my bet would be KABOOMY! Understood? Great!''

Edward then walked off to his sector, leaving his comrades behind. He sped walked this time, eager to get into his mech and test out his Inkuaitu one. After all this would be her first time outside of testing perimeters. Edward wasn't sure he'd get this Captains backing on letting her loose this time, but it was a code red i'm sure if he had to explain himself he could put it all into a good context. ''TURN HER UP BOYS!'' Edward shouted down the halls, as he ran down the corridor. There she was the glorious X-15.''Ah, i love the smell of a fresh mech!'' He went down to the feet off the mech and climbed up the ladder. He was taking his type on it, making sure his grip onto every step was tight. It was his first time in a Inukaitu machine on the outside, he felt like a newly wed. Edward rushed to the Cockpit of the mech, hopping into it and turning her on. The steam came off the mech like a large cloud, she was a big girl after all. Edward fired up his engines, and started to walk around inside his sector.

The doors cleared open for him, and he fired up the thrusters and made lift off. ''Welcome Captain Roaden, where are our co-ordinates?'' Claire told him, in a very creaky voice. Damnit he forgot to fix the voicebox earlier, oh well this would have to do...

Moments later, A co-ordinate appeared on Roadens screen showing the exact location of the Mech, ''This must be from Nee then, i guess all those video games are good for something.'' Nee then explained her plan to the team, which Edward agreed with. Edward turned on his earpiece and said to Nee ''That's pretty good, you've got it all the co-ordinates the plan hell i might tell your dad to give you a promotion.'' He laughed shortly after making the statement, then waited outside in empty space for his fellow mechs.
''Co-ordinates uploaded Captain Roaden, on your mark sir.'' ''Hang on there Clare, we'll be waiting for our comrades first.''
Damn he was so excited to break the news to his allies, he also had Inukaitu intelligence he'd say it later to them. Keep it a surprise.


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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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"This is strange..." Naomi thought as she observed the combat situation. The way the enemy moved and positioned themselves--it was as if they had started anticipating where they were about to position themselves. 06 seemed to be holding out well enough although it lost the opportunity to rendezvous with the stolen enemy craft. "Don't tell me--our opponent's psychic?"

Flashing alarms suddenly went off near her right radar side, prompting her to check up on the situation. By some odd turn of events, Drastania's ranged weapons suddenly turned against them, with the targeting of the homing missiles changing to lock on to their own allies.

"Cyber-electronic warfare huh? If that's the case, then I can assume that both our communications are being monitored--" Naomi analyzed the interiors of her machine. "Wyvern's an outdated model so this system's codes are entirely different along with its method of communication. In that case--" Naomi immediately booted up the old mailing system used before the advent of online real-time communication. Immediately, she messaged 06 about her intentions.

"One eye, patch me a direct link to the ship through 06's S.U.M.I.R.E OS. Your craft is equipped with powerful hacking defenses and processing power--pave me a way to communicate with our forces without being tapped.

A few moments later, Kalia Koizumi's voice spoke out on the other end. "Done. As long as all lines pass through Sumire before transmitting, Orvanti communications should be safe. Unfortunately, I was unable to acquire clearance to include Drastania in the process.

"Never mind. Are you sure the annihilator is sufficient enough?"

"If that's not enough, the OS programs our communications to change frequencies every .004 seconds."

"Advantages of non-humans huh? Alright, I'm cutting off for now. I need to address our fleet. With no news or change of orders from our Captain, I'm going to settle this matter with my own hands." Cutting communications off, Naomi turns to address her forces currently fighting in the front lines.

"Special Operations Officer Naomi Shironoa speaking. For now, I'm going to use the license received from the Ambassador to take command of our forces. For starters, we'll turn this Wyvern coupled with that T-rex thing outside as our main communications center. Patch all communications with each other through her before transmitting. Our enemy seems to be equipped with cyber-warfare devices. We need to establish at least four radar-dead zones as we make our retreat. Change all ammo configurations to manual. Disable homing and auto-targeting devices. The enemy may be able to hack those. In a minute, I want the Viper to fire radar jamming rounds at the coordinates I'll be sending while calling all our allies back. I'll launch and make a quick pass around the enemy flanks and hit the enemy ship with all I have--"

"Isn't that too crazy?"

"Well, we're not going to get much by just blindly shooting at things. Our objective is the retrieval of that green machine. Seeing as they're now on the retreat--there's also no reason for us to stay in combat with the Kiritine army either. However, we'll need to secure our escape route by crippling our pursuing enemy forces. This Wyvern has the specifications to do just that. Oh, One-eye? Retreat and anchor yourself on the Viper's catapult. In a few minutes, fire the Convergent Particle Cannon directly at the enemy's front."

"I don't like the sound of this damn idea. But, seeing as how I'm not receiving any further commands--fine..." Checking on the radar, Naomi saw Kalia moving back.

"Well then--" Disconnecting from the platform arms, keeping her in place, Naomi accelerated to reach Mach 4.0 immediately, activating the stealth system as she does so. "If you're going to be a cheap bastard, then I'm going to be a cheap bastard too..."

Along the way, she saw Orvanti finally heading into retreat maneuvers, indicating that the Viper's about to fire soon. Continuing her path, she avoided the enemy forces pursuing by staying off the perimeter until a red warship came into view. "The enemy mothership? I've heard they called it the Vigilanti. Haha...well, you don't quite live up to your name don't you?" Without going too near, she fired off her anti-armor napalm set to corrode the ship's hull. As she acknowledged the rounds making contact, she immediately made a quick pass, tipping over her Wyvern over the hole she made before retreating.

"Catch you later~" As soon as she was within considerable distance, she booted up an alternate control for the automatons she dropped inside the ship. Prompted with the configuration panel, Naomi selected "Kill Mode" before cutting off all remote access to the small machines. "Start killing everyone on board for starters. Not even allies with similar IFF codes are safe from this assault. This is what you get for playing cheaply with me." Naomi laughs maniacally within her cockpit as she shot at two approaching Kiritine craft, delaying their advance and moving them out of the way. Suddenly, a message from Kalia popped up.

"What have you done?"

"I just left them a little present. That should force all machines to retreat and deal with their "internal" problem." Naomi answered back while still listening in to the sounds of slaughter transpiring within. Automatons, being the machines they are--do not make any distinctions once set to "Kill Mode". Only its programmer has the kill switch and unless activated, the machines will only continue to ravage and shoot at any living creature it sees. Granted it can be destroyed by your regular army infantry weapons but unlike a human soldier, these do not go down in a couple of shots. And with remote access gone, there really is no other way to stop them, save for destroying the damn things. "By now, those machines should've spread like wildfire to various sections of the ship, piling up corpses along the way--"

"Using anti-personnel automatons are--!"

"And do you have a better idea? Our Captain--for all his toughness doesn't seem to grasp the situation well enough based on the lack of proper orders we're receiving. Anyway, the fact that you're contacting me means you're now in position to fire?"

"---Yeah-- I'm in position."

"Good. I'll be there in a few seconds. Fire as I give the signal." Continuing to fly while remaining vigilant, the sight of their gray dreadnought was a relief. "Now!"

"Don't be so cocky just cause you have a license!!!" From Kalia's side, she had already taken up position as she kept 06 anchored to the Viper. Sumire's mouth-mounted cannon had already started accumulating energy, in critical condition. "Eat this you sons of b*tches!!!" With that, Kalia fired straight ahead annihilating anything that stood in the beam's path.


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Character Portrait: Riley Kalsheed Character Portrait: Naomi Shironoa Character Portrait: Kalia Koizumi Character Portrait: Nee Arlan Character Portrait: Cecil Jiovia Character Portrait: Edward Roaden
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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.