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Arba Porter

I will run this ship the way I see fit... Do you think I can't handle it because I am a woman?!

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a character in “The Human-Hybrid War”, as played by Polka

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Arba stands quite short at 5'1" with lond blue hair that reaches to her back. She is covered in red (obvious) scars from battle and training she went through to become captain. She is 19, which is incredibly young for a captain.

When Arba battles she completely covers her body which acts as a camouflage
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Personality

Arba runs her ship strictly. She see's it as the only way.

Growing up as part of Hybrid community and being hated by humans left Arba somewhat bitter. It is part of the reason she worked her way up to captain, because she tries to keep her emotion hidden and use her bitterness as a drive to keep going.

To her close friends (if she had any) she would probably be more open to them but she has never had the time to create close relationships as she was always driven to get to the top.

Hatred can be a funny thing, in some cases it can drive a person mad but Arba has managed to use it to her own advantage making her incredibly smart when it comes to battle tactics, often giving her the nickname 'TicTac' among her crew.

Her hightened intelligence may come across as arrogance but she under no illusion that she is an 'amazing' Captain and she knows her own faults and weaknesses

Equipment

Arba's ship is her life... It's what she worked so hard to get and often refers to it as 'The baby'.
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Where the red dash on the ship is indicated there are several hyper beam guns, under ship there is a missile launcher. However, Arba has never had to use a missile before because she will never let a battle get that far.


Arba carries a sniper on her back and two hand guns

History

Not a lot is known about Arba's past because she does not often share her personal information with her crew.
All that is known is that she worked her way through the ranks.

She is very a scarred woman, which cover her entire body. It been said she was the last man standing in one paticular fight and was tortured with burning iron placed onto her skin.

So begins...

Arba Porter's Story

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#, as written by Polka
They were attacking
Again...

This time Arba had been told by superiors to attack a small neutral colony between her own fleet and the UHO. The reason, well she hadn't been given one other than 'It's vital to the overall mission' but she knew exactly what was going on.
The IHA army often used dirty tactic against the rival army, this one was simply to get a rise or to 'get their back up'so to speak.

She didn't always agree with her side's mind games,it was cruel but part of her hated the humans so much that she liked it.

She stood among a small handfull of people on computers, desperatly typing into thier machines as she barked commands. She was the lead commander, her orders controlled every ship in the fleet so it was crucial she get it right.
' Detonate the L50 Lazors from the left fleet'
She was sending a warning shot, one that would only brush against the neutral Colony, though her subordinates where not doing as quickly as she wanted
' DO IT NOW!'

Silence fell upon the deck as the Blue haired woman took a small phone from her pocket, it usually picked up general radio transmissions that where being sent
”This is the neutral colony Antillia. We have come under attack by IHA forces. We repeat, we have come under attack by IHA forces. We request all UHO ships in range to come to our aid. Repeat, we request all UHO ships to come to our aid.”

They were pratically begging the UHO into action, the plan was working.
GET READY FOR BATTLE,ALL STATIONS'

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' Have the Mech's been deployed?' Arba asked a young man who was typing frantically into a small silver computer.

He nodded his head briefly before continuing his typing.

The blue haired captain knew that the UHO would attack her fleet but she had some concerns about the neutral colony she was told to attack. She did not know all that much about them, however if she was being attacked without reason she would fight back.

'Someone patch me through to our Mech's... we need to warn them of possible attacks from our target and not just the UHO otherwise they could be in more trouble than we were a few years back.'

A single bead of sweat dripped over her scarred face, though she was excellent at strategy she could not understand why they were involving a small colony, as it was only making more enemies and creating more danger for the IHA. In her head she could see the worst case scenario, which included her own ship being damaged. This was not an option.

'Captain your patched through to S.U.M.O 1' A woman's voiced called.

Arba took the some device she had used to hear the Colonies plea for help and began to speak.
' Hello, this is Captain Arba Porter, I believe the commander has deployed you, please be aware that this Colony may have some force you will have to deal with. We have your back, good luck soldier'

The transmission feed sounded fuzzy but hopefully the message would be clear to the S.U.M.O pilot.
It was time to move the ship forward. Arba placed her hand onto a heat sensor which opened to produced a throttle and controls for steering. She moved forward, ready to attack.

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Slowly seating herself, the young supersoldier immediately set about drawing forth several cables from the many that protruded from the chair beneath her. Taking these up, she then executed a routine she had long since familiarized herself with in preparation for this mission. Opening several small black panels extending from pockets in her jumpsuit - each in turn situated along a grid of wires leading into a single cable running up her spine and wirelessly interfacing with receivers built into the implants in the back of her cerebrum - she began to methodically plug the cables into their respective slots. Then, once all of the wires were linked up to the proper places, she flipped a small switch on a single console that folded out of one of the chair's sides, extending over her lap. Drawing forth the key given her by Dr. Graves, she swiftly plugged this into a slot on the console, then swiftly typed in a confirmation code. The console flashed green, and then, with a sudden jolt, Zwei felt her consciousness expanding rapidly as information flooded into her mind. Her eyes gleamed a brilliant gold as countless lines of a matching color shone forth in a grid all across her jumpsuit, as though her body itself was shining.

Meanwhile, the gigantic machine in the empty hangar had begun to move. Twitching slightly, it then stiffened to a rigid posture, its eyes flashing bright green as it raised its arms within its restraints. First, it did so only slowly, its arms moving first back, and then forth as Zwei accustomed herself to the solely mental control system of the machine. However, within a few moments, its motions had begun to hold much more force and purpose. Laying hold of the scaffolding all around it, it released a sudden pulse of green light from both palms, and the hangar scaffolds collapsed all around it. Stepping gingerly out of the rubble, the S.U.M. strode to the center of the hangar, then unfolded two skeletal frames from its back. With a sudden surge of emerald light, three arcs took form beneath both of the wing-bones, then extended outward, forming gigantic feathers that spread behind it majestically.

Locating a weapons rack across the room, Zwei swiftly adapted to the more fine motor functions of the machine by withdrawing all of its armaments and sliding them into their proper places. Folding down the twin sheathes on its back and opening its waist-holsters, she swiftly equipped the Suigetsu with its swords and cannons, then laid hold of the largest weapon of all on the rack. Shouldering this, she turned her machine towards the bay doors leading out of the colony and into space.

Alarms began sounding in the hangar. Evidently, somebody had finally realized that their precious machine was being stolen. But, no matter what they did, it was far too late to stop her. The super soldier had already finished assuming direct control of the Suigetsu. Now, all there was to do was...

A voice rang out through her mind, and Zwei promptly responded, opening communications and running through the final stages of startup.

"Message received," Zwei said simply, her voice calm and cool. "This is OHS002, designation Zwei, reporting. I have secured the objective. The Suigetsu is online. S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Drive is functioning at full capacity. I will deploy at once." With those words, she raised the machine's arm, leveling the giant, triple-pronged cannon that she now held. Charging the Raphael up to full capacity, she took aim at the bay doors, and then, charging a large amount of the S.E.R. field into the weapon, she pulled the trigger. Instantly, a surge of green light erupted from the barrel, an overwhelming torrent of glistening energy crashing into the wall and punching right through it. The entire back of the hangar exploded, scattering metal plating out into the void beyond as the Suigetsu stepped through the breach, then leaped forth, erupting from the side of the colony in a surge of green fire, then streaking forth into the vast expanse of emptiness at full speed, blurring past a lone enemy unit she didn't recognize before its pilot would even realize what was happening. Folding one of her wings, Zwei brought the Suigetsu spinning back to face the enemy she had passed, and it was then that she realized what she was dealing with.

An unknown model...? Then, that unit must be... another S.U.M.!

"This is Zwei," She said simply, contacting the command ship once again. "I've located a custom-model unit operated by the enemy. Request permission to engage."

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"This is Zwei," She said simply, contacting the command ship once again. "I've located a custom-model unit operated by the enemy. Request permission to engage."

This was it, the unkown S.U.M that Arba had expected.

Her mind raced, she didn't know what to expect from this new enemy but her fleet had clearly pissed off the small Colony that they had attacked. Usually it would be business as usual to destroy the new 'Mech' but something was telling Arba to leave the pilot alive and to try and capture whoever was inside and maybe get them on side.

' Captain what are your order' A young man yelled from his seat.

What would bring her army the best outcome.

She patched herself back through to Zwei ' This is Captain Arba, Can you capture the enemy. If not destroy the target. Permission to engage is granted'.

It was at that moment a loud buzzing sound hit the deck of the ship indicating that the fleet were now being attacked. The enemy had eventually released fire and their aim wasn't half bad.

'Patch me through to the whole fleet' Arba asked before clicking the small speaking device once more ' All ships. This is Captain Arba Porter of Catania 1Apha H. The Enemy are now attacking. You may now all release fire'

The Gun battle had began.

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"Understood," The super-soldier replied calmly. That was the answer she had been waiting for. Her eyes gleamed gold as she brought the suit's targeting systems online, new information flooding into her mind as she began to search out the locations of all units within sensor range. Unfortunately, the Suigetsu didn't have any logging data by which to identify other mechs as either allies or enemies, as this was its first actual deployment. Consequently, it took Zwei a few moments to program in the necessary data to acquire her target. However, this delay was only a brief one, and quickly, she had searched out the enemy unit she had first seen. The blue machine swiftly came into view, pushing away one of her own comrades and then opening fire on those mass-production models surrounding it. She was likely beyond that unit's sensor range, and certainly far past its maximum firing distance. That meant she could take the first shot, hopefully crippling the target with a surprise attack from her long-range weapon, the Raphael. That would allow her to move in and capture the S.U.M. as ordered, along with its pilot.

Raising the large blue rifle, she took it in both of her machine's hands, leveling it steadily and beginning to charge up. Pouring energy from the Suigetsu's wings and hands into the gun, she projected power through its own three projectors, massively amplifying the S.E.R. Field several times over. A tremendous emerald glow took form around the Suigetsu as, twinkling like a star in the distance, it powered its weapon up to maximum charge, took aim, and fired. A green streak burned across the battlefield, a bolt of uncanny energy that tore a swath through an entire squadron of enemy units, knocking all of them off course, ripping several more apart, and simply disintegrating two of the more unfortunate ones. This attack continued undeterred, arcing across the battlefield and streaking towards its target: the Widow, upon whom it descended from behind. Although the boy's sensors might pick up the sudden spike in energy, she doubted that they'd be programmed to recognize the unique power source of the Suigetsu, a unit that had been decommissioned since before the Widow was even completed, as an attack. In that case, there was a good chance that the unit might warn him only indirectly of the danger he was in, meaning he might not even notice until the powerful shot connected. At that distance, and already having pierced through one enemy battlegroup, Zwei doubted it would be enough to fully cripple the target, whose overwhelmingly durable armor would be difficult to pierce, even with her S.E.R. Field. However, it would tip the balance in her favor. Charging up another shot, she calmly took aim again, preparing to fire the moment that her rifle's energy levels fully charged. She had been ordered to take down this unit. Thus, she would do so. It was as simple as that.

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Reports were coming in left and right, but Lev left them to his command crew. There was no reason to personally involve himself in every little matter. With a tight jaw he observed the main view screen, even as both information and weapons fire flashed by continuously, never giving his eyes a moments of rest. He stared, as if by doing so he could somehow divine the enemy’s battle plan. They seemed focused on the colony at first, but it seemed whatever shock his arrival might have caused amongst the IHA fleet, it had worn off. It had turned and converged, like the massive jaws of a beast, its only desire to tear the Phalanx apart. His focus was so intense he didn’t even hear the first call of one of the data analysis crew members. Only the second call for attention, louder this time, caught his attention. He fixed his cold eyes on her, but elicited to say nothing, forcing her to quickly spit out whatever had been so important.

”Sir, you have to see these readouts. Whatever is fighting at the location that the ‘Widow’ transmitted… it’s unlike anything I have seen before.” With a somewhat impatient grunt Lev joined the crewwoman at her station. Nothing of interest, of cou-… Lev’s eyes widened as he looked at the readout. The Widow was tiny, smaller than even some of the smaller gunships. It was the size of a Mech, but with energy readouts beyond anything conventional mechs were capable off. Images and numbers flashed through his mind as he studied the readout. This so-called ‘Widow’ was their objective. They had been send here to pick up experimental mech-parts. Fully functional S.U.M. prototypes, or so High Command had called it.

Lev understood immediately what had to be done. With a confident but hurried jog he returned to the command dais and spoke in a loud voice. ”Immediately redirect two drone squadrons to assist the Widow in any way possible, redirect the remaining two squadrons to defend the ship from fighters. Small batteries and Defense Drone squadrons are now redirected for complete fighter screening. Main batteries, open fire on the ships between us and the Widow, carve a path from us to it. And where are our reinforcements?!” One of the communications officers turned in his chair and responded. ”Sir! The corvette strike team under command of captain Harley and the gunship strike team under command of Lieutenant Alcon have just arrived! Read-admiral Miyamoto is still one hour out and has relinquished command to you until he arrives. The cruiser UHO Fortitude is 4 minutes out, other reinforcements also incoming. They are awaiting orders.” Lev grinded his molars some as he considered his options. With reinforcements slowly trickling in like this there was the chance of a disastrous defeat as communications got hectic.

Lev looked back to the view screen as he gave his next orders. ”Tell captain Harley that her corvettes are to move closer to us and target larger enemy craft with torpedoes. Lieutenant Alcon is to bring two of his gunships closer to us and set up a screen against fighter craft. His other gunships will move to support captain Harley. Send them the data of the Widow through an encrypted channel, inform them that they are to protect this craft. And send a message to commander Atreides, warn him that our targets are possibly live and operational, he is our eye on the ground, I’m leaving it up to him on how to continue his mission. And prepare the drop ships for a hot pickup of commander Atreides and cargo should it become necessary.” Lev nodded once as his command crew immediately got to work and carried out his orders perfectly, right before once more turning his attention back to the main view screen.His attention was too drawn to the movements of his newly arrived allies and the Widow to even notice the small notice from MILA, the ship’s AI, identifying a sudden and unidentified peak in power near the Widow.

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It wasn't often that the enemy engaged with Arba. In fact she wasn't sure it had ever happened until now.

IHA Forces, This is the Widow. Break off your attack and retreat at once. I repear, Retreat at once.

Wow, this Kid was gutsy. It took some kind of willpower to demand someone to break off an attack and there could only be a few reasons why. Arba sensed it was desperation more than anything as this S.U.M's home was being attacked. However, the whole reason her fleet had attacked was to gain the real enemies attention and this boy's home was simply a tactic. She carefully worded a response in her head before pressing the small speaking device once more.

' Whoever this may be. I request that you retreat as this battle does not concern you. Unless you want to branded alongside the UHO return yourself home before you harm your Mech any further.... You are damaged, my team have been following you energy readings so you best give up, we have no use for you and your colony any longer. Return to your peaceful life or die trying to resolve a war that you have no hope in winning'

It may have sounded harsh. Sure, Arba understood the reason the Colony had sent out a S.U.M, she had attacked a neutral party but only because she was following orders. However, it was more important this boy get the message that her fleet were not really interested in him or his home now before he got himself involved. Arba walked casually behind one of her pilots screens to take another look at the opposing sides energy readings. It was at that moment that she could see that the UHO ships were now helping the boy, then the huge spike in this new Mechs energy reading.

Holy Shit...

' You' She pointed at a random crew member ' Give direct order to our S.U.M's that the MEch in question is dangerous and to NOT destroy it. We need a power source like that',

The UHO had now began to help a Mech with a power source she had never seen before. Arba headed towards the ships front. Looking out towards the opposing fleet that were not only attacking her but now coming a few steps closer to owning an unimaginable power source.

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Lev stood on his command dais, listening to reports coming in from all sides. The cruiser UHO Fortitude had just arrived, bringing with it another squadron of fighter drones. A pair of frigates had also arrived and the ships were even now moving in to support the Phalanx. Despite this, the fighting was going poorly. The enemy was entrenched and in formation, despite the best efforts of Lev to dislodge them. It seemed that they had guessed his objective and were even now attempting to delay him. His eyes widened slightly as he saw an IHA Frigate with two Corvette’s in tow turn to aim its main gun at the Phalanx. It was directly ahead, it must have though the Phalanx’s main gun was still out of operation. Lev smirked slightly. ”Fire the main gun. Get rid of that frigate and its escort.” A quick voice shouted its confirmation and Lev could feel the ship shuddering as the main gun charged up. That frigate and its crew were doomed, they just didn’t know it yet. Lev turned to review the rest of the battle, but was interrupted when MILA voice suddenly appeared within the command deck. ”cAPTAIN. iT APPEARS WE HAVE BEEN TARGETED.” Lev started and looked at the view screen, a sudden power spike out of nowhere, its readout indicated that it was some form of beam weapon, though Lev could not guess as to what type.

”Scramble defence drones! Prepare an energy shield against that blast!” The defence drones scrambled and four of them lit up an energy shield between them against the incoming blast. For a moment it seemed to Lev that the beam stopped against that shield, moments before it broke through and short circuited the three drones. The beam cut a swath across the bow of the ship, rocking everyone in the command deck. ”Status report! What the hell was that?!” Lev’s voice sounded frantic even to himself. A woman near his command dais quickly reported minimal damage to vital systems and no loss of structural integrity, but two of the forward batteries were offline. MILA’s voice once more sounded throughout the command deck. ”cAPTAIN. aNALYSIS COMPLETE. wEAPONS FIRE FROM A S.U.M. PROTOTYPE. rECOMMEND ELIMINATING IT IMMEDIATELY.” Lev frowned even as he grinded his molars together. They had no pilots left. And the drones would never be able to match that thing. Another frantic report came in from below the command dais. ”Sir! A force of fighters incoming! Gunships are entangled with enemy forces and can’t come to our aid!”

This was going to turn ugly soon. They were losing ground and fast at that. With a nod Lev gave his next orders. ”Redirect the Fortitude’s Drones and one squadrons to engage those fighters. All small batteries are to target the fighters as priority targets. And get a message to commander Atreides. Tell him he has 10 minutes to find the cargo and get his ass on a ship back to the Phalanx. And get the Red Sun ready. I’m taking off to engage that S.U.M. Redirect one squadron of drones to assist me.” As he finished he turned on his heels and marched away from the command deck, followed by loud protestations. He could direct the battle from a mech. What was more important now was distracting that S.U.M. before it tore the entire ship apart. He was the only pilot capable of doing so on the ship. He frowned slightly even as he mumbled. ”Shouldn’t have sent Atreides away.” With a snort he expelled the regret from his mind and marched to the mech loading bay. As expected, the Red Sun was ready for launch. He quickly changed into his flight suit and boarded the mech. ”MILA are you there?” He said, even as he began the preparations for take-off. ”pRESENT cAPTAIN. rEADY TO ASSIST YOU.” Lev nodded once, before saying through the comm system to the deck crew. ”Red Sun taking off!” With a sudden jolt the transformable mech was dropped out into space, where he immediately transferred to fighter mode and raced for the S.U.M. signal, a squadron of drone fighters in tow.

”Patch me through to the Widow.” He said, even as he swiftly closed the distance. ”Son, this is Captain Stellinkov. I am moving out to engage the enemy S.U.M. The Phalanx can’t fight its way through to you, so you’re going to have to get there yourself. I will hold the enemy off. Stellinkov out.” Lev ended the transmission and with a smirk he noticed that he was getting close to the enemy S.U.M. ”Once we’re in range, launch missiles. I’ll start off with a few strafing runs. Get the drones to do the same.” MILA voiced her confirmation even as the enemy S.U.M. was getting closer and closer.

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Zwei's eyes let out a dim flash as information rushed into her mind. The S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Drive surged, its energy levels swiftly spiking once again and flooding into the three projectors of the Raphael. She'd broken through the enemy's shields, that much was certain. However, her attack had been weakened before it had struck. The enemy's main gun still seemed to be online, even if some of the auxiliary batteries had been eliminated. Well, with their shields disrupted, their ship would now be a target. All she had to do was-

Just then, however, a warning flashed through her expanded consciousness as a missile lock was detected. The Over-Hybrid's attention instantly shifted itself as she re-targeted, locking on to the source of the sensor ping her own systems had just detected. Sure enough, there was an enemy skirting the edge of the battlefield and heading straight for her, supported by several drone units. Zwei wasted no time. With her own machine's light frame, it would be unacceptable to risk a direct hit by ignoring such a threat. The Suigetsu had to be returned intact, and with all its armaments. So, she changed plans. She had no choice but to override her previous objective in order to complete her primary goal.

Changing the projection method of the Raphael slightly, she focused on a wide arc instead of concentrated destructive power. The three projectors of the rifle were now, instead of condensing the shot into a single beam, serving to scatter it into a vast, shotgun-like spread of energy. The only difference between this mode and a normal spread or flechette weapon was that Zwei could still control each and every one of the shots' firing paths, effectively allowing her to shoot precisely even with a spread fire weapon. And so, locking onto the drone squadron, she aimed to eliminate this group first, firing off a truly staggering curtain of wildly spreading, shifting attacks just as the attack force began its missile bombardment. Like a hailstorm of emerald dust, the screen of beams spread out over and descended upon the enemy, precisely piercing through the incoming missiles, all the while raining shots from all sides on the drones. By intercepting the most likely flight paths of their computer navigation systems, then simply shooting at them directly, Zwei felt confident that she'd be able to eliminate the large part of them. In any case, the enemy was getting close, now - too close. She needed a means of defending herself in close quarters in addition to the projectile attacks already at her disposal. And so, sending a mental command to the Suigetsu's motor systems, she unfolded one of the two scabbards from her machine's back, reaching down with the S.U.M.'s free hand to swiftly draw forth and activate the glistening crimson blade. Heat surged up the vibrosword's monomolecular edge as it began to oscillate rapidly, and the Suigetsu swiftly leveled it in a defensive posture, all the while charging energy into both its cannon and its wings in preparation for the fight to come.

"This is Zwei," She reported to the command ship. "I've been intercepted. Unable to complete objective. I will attempt to provide overwatch support for our fleet. However, I may be unable to participate fully in this battle without risking harm to the primary objective. I apologize. Zwei, out."

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Now Arba had always stuck to being a collected person. No matter what the situation or circumstance she prided herself in being a level headed warrior. However, if you begin messing with her fleet or better still her Baby(Ship) then that principle of staying calm often left the battle field.

Up until now Arba had kept her face completely covered and stayed away from aiming any guns herself. She had specialized pilots and Mechs to do that kind of dirty work. Yet the blue haired woman was a skilled pilot and gunman with the added bonus of being a hybrid rather than a human. Plus she was very pissed that this boy had somehow manged to destroy and kill some of her fleet within mere seconds because she had underestimated him.

' Captain someone has hacked our main communication system. We are open for anyone to hear'

Great.... now her communication was open for anyone to hear. How could she have been so stupid and now her own S.U.M was having difficulty in battle.
' Someone get the turrets ready for me and send out more of our fighter pilots. This is about to get dirty. I want all missiles fired. Use whatever Ammo you can find. '

It was at this point Arba did not care who could hear her communications. She ripped her hooded cloak from her scarred body, a member of the crew handed her a pair of yellowing goggle and began to run after her as she briskly walked to the turrets taking the mouth peice to her lips once more.
' Whether you be part of my fleet or a member of the UHO. Listen to this.... The Colony is now our enemy, you may attack at will. You begin to kill my crew. Something which we did not do to your 'Precious Planet' and you face the consequences.'
Before entering into a large turret she dropped the mouthpiece to the floor and shattered it under her foot.

She entered a large rounded turret which was in control of a laser machine gun. Taking one deep breath she looked around for a brief moment. Spotting the S.U.M target. She released fire.

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Lev’s eyes widened slightly when the S.U.M. in front of him suddenly lit up in a glittering storm of shining dust. He only had a moment to reflect on its beauty before he realized the enemy was preparing an attack. With a savage jerk he pulled the Red Sun’s engines up, launching upwards and over the small energy blasts. One quick look at his monitors showed three of his six drones being torn apart by the attack, with a fourth losing its right wing and spiralling off out of control. Just two left then. Something approximating a grin crept over his features as he piloted his craft in a wide loop around the S.U.M. using speed and distance to keep himself safe from attacks while he observed the enemy. With one click of a button he sent his remaining two drones in for an attack, ordering them straight for the target and to fire all four of their beam rifles.

A message from MILA informed him of an intercepted transmission. Although the transmission was bad, he could make out the gist of it. It was definitely the operator of the Widow and a woman. For a moment he thought he recognized her voice, but he couldn’t be sure. Lev snorted as the transmission finished and mumbled. ”I’m fighting with and against children. Spoiled brats who don’t understand what it means to be a soldier.” He shook his head and turned his attention back to his opponent. It wouldn’t do to get distracted during his fight. He glanced back at the S.U.M. he was fighting. It had drawn its sword and although he couldn’t be sure, it seemed to have dropped into a defensive position. Lev smiled once more, that was perfect. All he needed to do now was whittle down its defences and then move in for the kill. With a quick flick of the control stick he angled the Red Sun towards the S.U.M.’s back, in perfect conjunction with the two drones now moving in for an attack from two other directions as well. The missiles were ineffective right now. He would need to safe them for later.

As his fighter-mech raced towards the S.U.M. he waited until it was in range and opened fire with his two beam cannons, trying to spray as much fire its way as was possible, doing so only moments after the two drones opened fire. Once his volley was completed he quickly angled his fighter-mech downward and around the S.U.M., getting ready for his next strafing run.

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[Unit C now reading complete functionary disruption, no life signs detected from human controller… presumed unit destroyed by enemy drone fire after a momentary lack of evasive maneuver upon attempt at lock on target]

Aldwin almost closed his eyes in disgust; a completely avoidable death brought upon by inexperience. Training was a rushed inefficient affair to begin with and every month saw new demands for reinforcements and new cuts in training in order to get them into the pilot seat as fast as possible.

Aldwin could not afford to lose them this way, a pilot who survived his first battle had his statistical survival rate raised from 4% to 30% but the figures he had been getting these past missions where pointing towards a more likely figure of 2% survival rate… far detached from the propaganda statistic of 47% among rookie pilots.

"UA to UB, enact code Sunday, " shouted Aldwin to the communicator; the interface technology was not yet reliable enough to create a direct link between the pilots and so occasional obsolete vocal communication was sometimes needed.
Code Sunday was an attack pattern which had the sender unit engage enemy defenders while the receiving unit began an attack run on the target. Among other details such as formation, duration and secondary provisions this particular order was one enacted in case of the premature termination of a third of the squadron.

With unit C down only two units where now left.
Aldwin bounced the defending drones now launching and dived back returning fire with his powerful tri rail guns causing a number of kills among the breaking formation.
With Unit B now closing in after a short exchange between it and another formation of drones Aldwin fired another burst into an incoming interceptor clearing the way for unit B to begin its attack run.

With defenders now in disarray after a strange blast from the target colony presumably ether an allied unit or accidental enemy fire the fighters had a short but valuable turkey shoot bringing down a few dozen drones and interceptors.
In addition the forward Squadrons in the attack group had managed to accomplish their objectives with only 30% made causalities before the attack run and a further 40% after the attack leaving three survivors to keep on covering for the rest of the attack force and giving the first strike a 70% strike rate causing a number of enemy ships to loss key systems and one to loss life support systems possibly terminating the majority of its occupants.

Unit B did not repeat the mistakes practiced by unit C and remained consistent with its evasive maneuvering during the lock on stage. With only a short distance to go to the enemy target resistance was stiffening but was still fractured enough to allow half the attacking force of the second wave to pass unscathed.

Dispatching a further two drones Aldwin noted that an enemy gunships was now beginning to turn and concluded that the sacrifice of one of his two torpedo's was the only method by which the second wave would be able to clear the enemy defenders sufficiently intact to hit the enemy command ship.
Slightly modifying the attack formation Aldwin accelerated his fighter to avoid the Gunships missile barrage and turned back now from the rear communications section of the gunship which while heavily protected had the fewest amounts of defensive armaments and was void of any offensive capability.

Aldwin fired a burst of his beam guns before beginning a cyber-attack on the Gunship's shield systems to allow his shield disrupter an easier task.
The Human brain could not normally handle such tasks in the speeds of fighter combat but his interface with the computer thanks to his cyberbrain incasing along with his genetic modifications, his experience and the Cyber upgrades and implants to his body allowed him to keep pace with the action.

There are many unused neural pathways in the brain which could genetically be expanded and artificially be adapted to specialized tasks. There was a cost to this however; overusing the systems could have a very dangerous consequence to the physical functionality of the biological brain which in most cases like Aldwin's resulted in artificial Cyber implants.
Over the course of seven years' service most of Aldwin's brain had been converted from biological to artificial functionality and after he had his fighter shot up by enemy fire much of his body had also been replaced with artificial components.

With the Cyber attempt at the gunship's systems only a partial success Aldwin pressed on with what he had managed and fired the singe missile into the shield bypass penetrating the armor and burning out most of the gunship's functionality.

These torpedo's designed for large heavily armored ships easily overcome the lighter armor of the gunship and the powerful MP burst was able to overcome the gunship's systems far less protected then a battleship's leaving it adrift in space and its crew most likely terminated.

Aldwin turned and retraced his way to his target, while he had dealt with the gunship unit B had been destroyed by the gunships forward batteries however this loss was acceptable as Aldwin was now well past the enemy defenses and even with only one torpedo left he could still damage vital systems inside the enemy command ship.
As he locked on and made the final approach to launch a band of drones assaulted him causing some damage to the power management systems and left him with in the unfortunate predicament of a decreeing velocity.

To compensate Aldwin fired his emergency rocket engine granting him a temporary boost in speed to complete his attack. There was no question of a cyber-attack at this stage of the attack however the first wave had left a four meter shield defense weakening near the command section allowing the shield disrupter to make enough room for the torpedo.

Targeting the reactor Aldwin fired the Torpedo on a course which would send it beyond the command section and into the reactor section. As the Torpedo penetrated the ships armor it became clear to Aldwin that the armor had been stronger then calculated preventing a breach all the way to the reactor section so Aldwin settled for a strike at the control systems link between the command section and the rest of the ships systems.

Maybe a temporary dysfunction in these systems would allow allied ships to launch an attack on the enemy's command ship?

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She knew her fleet where becoming outnumbered even before the female crew member had shouted up the turret. Everything was beginning to crumble for the IHA. Though retreating was never an option.

Her eyes hastily moved from target to target. Though on some shots she didn't inflict damage she had managed to seriously damage some of the UHO ships.
'God Damn it' she yelled through gritted teeth as she felt a shot hit into her own ship. It was at that moment she noticed two openings. One was created by a Pilot of her own Fleet, she believed his name to be Aldwin. He had made it so her fleet could damage the enemy's command ship. If she were to take down the center then it may just save her crew's life. However, the strong headed S.U.M boy was also open for fire.

She knew that attacking the S.U.M would only be for the revenge of the crew he had killed. The better option was the ship.
She raised the laser turret straight ahead and with one swift movement a lightening blue beam shot across the sky, hitting the Command ship. She wasn't sure what kind of damage she had done so Arba shot a second time to make sure she had at least done some damage.
She looked on and watched as some of her fleet began to hammer down onto the small colony. Shooting small capsules released controlled fire pockets over certain parts of the colony's land. Though she could have been described as heartless, at that moment she felt sorrow for the innocent, they were merely the tools of war.

A young man's voice echoed into the turret.

'Captain. Unit 6 are requesting back up. They say their engines are shutting off.'
' Send unit 2 in as back up. Tell the fleet to stop attacking the God Damn Colonies and concentrate on the UHO fleet. Destroy as many ships as you can' .

She could here the Crew member scurry away to relay the message. She had, had enough of the revenge killing, it was time to even out the playing field as she knew the IHA would not send her backup.

The She went back to firing against the enemies main ship.

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"It's away!" said Aldwin grinning with satisfaction as the Torpedo began its chain reaction among the Phalanx's electronic systems.
Turning gracefully using his last booster rocket Aldwin calculated he would have sufficient acceleration to deliver one more sweep since enemy gravity fields had deployed causing a further decrease in overall velocity.

"Code Black, Code Silver" said Aldwin searching for any remaining fighters among the formation, no response of acknowledgment was detected and therefor Aldwin had to assume he was the last operational fighter in the formation.
Making a strafing pass on the exposed enemy ship Aldwin prepared his proton accelerators for a very hasty retreat.

[ALERT, ALERT; Engine section not responding, section registering 64% termination commencing automatic shutdown] reported the damage report program as a sharp twist of the flight sent additional G's all over the unfortunate type 33.
"What the he…" wondered Aldwin as an additional blast hit the fighter

[ALERT, Course correction systems destroyed]
[ALERT, shields deactivated]
[ALERT, energy management systems not functioning]
[ALERT, all weapons destroyed]

"Bugger" thought Aldwin, this would be the second time he had been shot down… quite strange he was still alive to think it.

"IHA forces, more ships are on their way and will be here shortly. I demand that you break off this attack and leave this area at once"

Aldwin spotted the origin point of the communication and concluded based on the projection that this strange unit had been responsible for the loss of his wings.
Now that was just too much, he had been shot up by some kid… well a kid with some serious hardware it seemed.

[ALERT, emergency reactor shut down now in progress]

"Cancel emergency reactor shut down procedure" snapped Aldwin at the automated systems, he was not about to let his last weapon be deactivated.

If he was going to die now he would make as much damage as possible against the enemy, if he wasn't to die well doing some damage would still be nice.

By blowing off one of the Proton accelerators he was able to gain a sufficient course correction towards the unfortunate space colony.
A read out showed that the colony's shields had been pounded sufficiently to allow Aldwin to enter them, from there on it seemed as if the gravity stabilizers for the colony could be destroyed if he let his fighter smash into the exterior of the station thus triggering an explosion sufficient to destroy it and destabilize the Sapient fleet's formation by the sudden loss of a gravitational point.

"Unit A for Adam calling control ship B for Baby, my fighter had been damaged beyond combat functionality. I am going to crash my fighter at the gravity stabilizers of the colony as I eject, this may cause a destabilizing effect on enemy fleet. I advise allied fleet commence compensating maneuvers and recalibrate systems to maintain superiority."

Aldwin used the secure fighter channel and hoped the enemy would take a few moments to break the decryption. He had to state the full message word by word since there was no code for the radical action he was about to embark on.
Aldwin began preparations for impact removing himself from interface mod and prepared the control pod in the cockpit section for ejection.

[you have not yet answered my question, why do you remain in this position knowing you will eventually die?] Asked the computer now once again separate of Aldwin's mind.

Aldwin chuckled; this new battle computer was really something.

"Well, it's only in fighters I get to pull stunts like this"

[I fail to understand this motivation, I would like to remain operational in order to further observe this phenomena] said the computer, possibly afraid of its termination?

Aldwin often wondered if these AI's could really think as humans did, but now was not the time for it.

"Shame that we must part now, keep the fighter on course and rig up the reactor… Overlord"

Aldwin ejected the control pod leaving the battle computer to process that last puzzle he had given him… his new and final name.

Aldwin hit the protective shielding of the colony but was able to overcome it thanks to the emergency shielding of the control pod, he gazed from the camra feed as he saw the fighter begin to burn in the artificial atmosphere of the colony before vanishing behind the colonies towers now coming into view.

Aldwin braced himself for the explosion…

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This wasn’t good. Reports from the Phalanx were streaming in. There were too many. They were a distraction. They were keeping him from his goal. They were turning his attention this way and that. He never should’ve kept the link open. He should’ve focused on the goal. But it was too late for such regrets. The Phalanx had been hit and hit hard. It’s defences were already weakened and the enemy saw its chance. Suicidal fighters took it. A torpedo, launched with such pin-point accuracy that Lev needed to take a single second to appreciate it, had knocked down quite a few of its vital systems. MILA had already redirected a large portion of those, but they were now sluggish and the main cannon remained offline. And now some other ship had opened fire, doing considerable damage to the Phalanx’s armour. But it shouldn’t pose a problem. The fleet had grown and now outnumbered the IHA fleet. The officers had seen the danger and drawn the fleet into a defensive position near the Phalanx. No more fighters were getting through, if there were even any left. And the larger ships with enough firepower would need to fight its way through that fleet to get to the Phalanx. But this was a dangerous, unwanted situation nonetheless.

Lev’s attention was forced back to his own fight straight away when the S.U.M. closed in. How could he be so stupid? He could have easily outrun that thing, of course, he had not taken the S.U.M.s superior capabilities into consideration, but still. Instead he stopped paying attention and now it was right on him. MILA presented to him the likely course of action the enemy would take judging from the battle data collected so far. That spread shot again, but this time right in front of him. There was no way through. The enemy knew that. Still there was something in that shot. Arrogance? Perhaps, though more likely inexperience or a lack of knowledge of his own machine. ”This is going to hurt.” Lev mumbled, even as he frowned. His train of thought had taken less than even a tiny fragment of a moment. With a single button press he forced his craft upward, even as he transformed it into mech mode. Immediately he turned all engines and thrusters to full and ignited them. The mech, now upside down and all engines and thrusters faced away from the direction he was going in, immediately stopped, before almost instantly blasting straight into the opposite direction.

Blood leaked from Lev’s nose from the raw G-force of his sudden 180° turn. All around him alarms flared. As expected, he hadn’t managed to avoid the entire hail storm that the S.U.M. had lain out in front of him, he crossed its field of fire for a split second and it had damaged his machine. Still, he had to take a moment to appreciate the timing of his opponent. Perhaps it was the S.U.M.'s superior capabilities, but the attack had been spot on. Had he been fighting a regular mech, the damage would not be a problem. But this thing was too dangerous. He was going to have to retreat soon. But leaving that thing in full functional capability was madness. He was sure if he went full speed while in the Red Sun’s fighter mode he could out run it. But there was no way to outrun its weapons. No, he needed to slow it down somehow. Maybe even force it to retreat. He angled the mech once more, this time straight for the S.U.M. ”MILA, fire all missiles, full spread. Make sure it can’t dodge. I’m going in.” Under loud protestations of MILA he went full blast towards the S.U.M. closing the distance in a matter of moments, closely following his own missiles. Behind this curtain of missiles, there was the chance the S.U.M.O. wouldn’t even notice him. Even if the S.U.M.O. did, there was no way of telling his intentions behind that curtain of missile fire. He had no time to doubt his course of action, or even consider the possibility the mech might have superior sensors to regular mechs that might detect him despite all the missiles. In the instance before closing the last bit of distance he pulled out both of the Red Sun’s beam sabers and got them ready. He would have the S.U.M. deal with the missiles and attack with both beam sabers at once in that instance that they were all exploding around them. Distraction, attack. A single attack, before quickly transforming back in fighter mode and racing full blast away from the S.U.M. and back into the firing range of the UHO fleet.

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Zwei grimaced slightly. What she had anticipated would surely cripple the target seemed to have been considerably less effective than her forecast had indicated. Despite the system's analysis of the enemy's movement capabilities and probable directional patterns, an instant reversal of its movement path hadn't been in the plan. Consequently, many of her encircling shots found themselves misdirected, and the enemy managed to slip through her attacks without being incapacitated. And, given the recharge time of her rifle, the young super-soldier realized that she couldn't press her attack before the enemy would in turn be able to counter, taking the initiative and forcing her to risk damage to her machine. Unacceptable. In that case, moving to a distance immediately would be the best course of action. However, just as she realized this, her unit's sensors once again detected a missile lock, and countless missile tubes unfolded all across the surface of the enemy machine. A homing attack, it seemed. In that case, distancing herself was no longer a valid plan, either, as the enemy's attack would simply follow her. This pilot, whoever he was, seemed to favor an overwhelmingly offensive attack strategy. In that case, her own prudence would only make her opponent's job easier. In that case, perhaps she could outmaneuver him by failing to act cautiously, taking him by surprise with a sudden offense from which he couldn't escape?

Reasoning thus, Zwei chose not to retreat, instead holding her ground as the enemy opened fire with countless missiles. Unfolding her own machine's wings, she instantly retaliated, quickly targeting each of the incoming projectiles and releasing an equal and counter storm of energy from her wings, scattering a shower of S.E.R. Arcs into the oncoming barrage, detonating almost all of the incoming warheads, which in turn knocked their fellows off-course. Their thrusters would fail them long before they could fully reverse their momentum to come about and strike her, rendering them no longer a threat. Which, in turn, meant that she could charge and take out the enemy while he was still preparing his next-

To her surprise, however, things once again failed to go according to plan. Using the heat signatures of his missiles' thrusters to hide his own presence, and the light of the explosions to conceal his machine, the enemy had, instead of moving for a flank attack as she had expected, charged right through the screen of exploding shots, drawing a pair of beam sabers and launching himself right at her. Zwei only barely had enough time to raise her machine's own Gabriel vibrosword, sweeping it up into the path of the enemy's left saber while at the same time hurling the Suigetsu to the left with all the speed she could muster. The silver and gold giant blurred with emerald light, spinning out of the course of the second saber while at the same time deflecting the first blade as best its pilot could. However, it seemed even this rapid reaction was insufficient. The enemy had somehow, during the brief clash, managed to slide his saber down the edge of Zwei's own weapon, dealing a shallow, precise cut across the Suigetsu's elbow, very nearly disabling the joints of that limb.

I have to disengage! If I let him press the attack, I won't have time to defend myself before he's on top of me again. Realizing this, Zwei poured all available energy into the wings of the Suigetsu, pushing the S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Drive to its limits and flinging her graceful machine backward and upward as fast as she could, darting from side to side by banking her wings as she did so to keep the enemy from targeting her once again. Once she'd reached a suitable distance, she stopped, immediately charging the Raphael and preparing to fire again, only to find that the enemy hadn't been interested in pursuing her. Rather, he'd taken the opportunity to dart in the opposite direction, disappearing into the combat. She attempted to target his machine, yet found this to be futile. He had already vanished in the midst of countless other units, making identifying his fleeing mech a pointless attempt. What was worse, the battle was evidently going against them. At this point, she could no longer afford to remain on the battlefield. She had to return to the fleet, deal with the threats to the capital ships, and then complete her primary objective and secure the Suigetsu. And so, reluctantly, she flared power to her wings, and streaked towards where the remaining IHA ships were gathered. Evidently, the entire fleet was now being held at gunpoint by a single unit, something she found hard to believe. And yet, it couldn't be denied that it was most certainly happening. Although she could hear the annoying voice of that naive child in the enemy S.U.M. over the communications channel, Zwei chose to ignore it. He had no idea what he was talking about, did he? No matter what his intentions were, now that the fleet couldn't fire a shot without him systematically destroying them, the UHO would take the opportunity to massacre them wholesale. Those enemy cruisers were already moving into place to cut off their retreat, no matter what concessions the boy offered. If he kept up his little hostage situation, the fleet would surely be immobilized, rendered helpless, and then eradicated, no matter how much he just wanted them to surrender peacefully. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, after all. In any case, that outcome could not be allowed.

"This is Zwei," She said, hailing the mothership, and, more specifically, its captain, directly. "As you know, I have been given the authority to vet my commanding officers, and to determine their competence. In this situation, only an incompetent officer would risk total destruction by remaining in battle even after our objectives have been secured. I trust that you understand this. I would like to request permission to clear the way for our fleet's withdrawal. Do I have your consent to do so?"

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Had he gotten lucky? Lev pondered his current situation as he looked out his fighter-mech’s window at the two beam cannons to either side. One was perforated, blasted apart by the S.U.M. sudden burst fire he had only barely managed to avoid, using his fighter-mech’s transformation capabilities in a way most pilots wouldn’t have thought off. The other, or at least, what was left of it, had been torn apart during the explosions of his own missiles, which his enemy had managed to shoot apart from a distance. Time and time again the S.U.M. managed to amaze him. Although, perhaps it was more accurate to say the pilot amazed him. Impressive as the S.U.M. was, it was not a machine that could be operated by any ordinary pilot. Had he gotten lucky then? Possibly, he had most definitely attempted to cut through the opponent, but he had not expected that hitting the opponent would cause it to retreat. Perhaps if the enemy pilot knew he was down to just his beam sabers, it would’ve been different. Had the enemy pilot decided to push his advantage, Lev doubted his damaged mech could’ve kept up with that monster. A grin crept over his features as he looked at his radar and saw the S.U.M. had stopped at the point it had retreated to for now. ”Next time… let’s play again.” He mumbled before chuckling slightly and turning his attention back to the reports flowing in.

The boy, the brat piloting the “Widow” was doing well for himself it seemed. Again he wondered whether it was the machine or the pilot contributing most to that success. For the time being he would assume a combination of both. But more importantly, he seemed to be urging the enemy to retreat. Interesting notion. They were in a position to annihilate the enemy, but was that the wisest course of action? The Phalanx was severely damaged and should the enemy be backed in a corner, they’d definitely be aiming to take as many UHO ships down with them, the Phalanx premier amongst them. Yes, annihilation was a possibility, but not one to be pushed now. No, the S.U.M. prototype and the parts for that new monster the UHO R&D guys had dreamed up needed to be secured. Lev didn’t like it, but it was the only way to ensure they would be safe. With a grunt he removed his helmet and cleaned the blood out from under his nose. He would need to contact the IHA fleet. But more importantly, he needed to put a face to the enemy. Something they could trust. They needed to look him in the eyes and see no betrayal there. He snorted again to push an annoying clot of mucus and blood out of his nose. He hated speeches.

With a sigh he pushed the button and looked into the little dashboard camera, now turned to face him. A few flicks of his fingers ensured the transmission would not be encoded and be received on all channels, he only hoped the IHA would listen. With a grim face he began his transmission. ”Attention IHA Fleet. This is Captain Lev Stellinkov, of the UHO Phalanx and current commander of the UHO forces. I share the sentiments of the boy and request that you retreat from this area. The UHO fleet will not harass you during your retreat. You will be allowed to leave and we will do the same. Any other course of action will result in the complete annihilation of your fleet and likely losses to the UHO fleet. This is a scenario in which too much life will be lost. Therefore I urge you again to retreat and leave this colony in peace. There has been enough bloodshed for one day.” With another push of a button he ended the transmission. He hated lying. He’d much prefer annihilating their entire fleet, but he had his objectives and crew to think off. He couldn’t be reckless now. The annihilation of the IHA and subjugation of the Hybrids would happen soon enough. With the new weapons they obtained today they would be one step closer to victory. As he approached the Phalanx and prepared the docking protocols his mind wandered back to the S.U.M. he fought. It must’ve been the first time for the operator to be using the machine in actual combat, yet using the S.U.M. the operator managed to fight off Lev himself. If the operator got the chance to fully familiarize his or herself with that machine, the operator would become a danger beyond reckoning. Lev knew the next time they met in combat a regular mech wouldn’t be enough. He needed something better. As the fighter-mech drew up in the hanger he leaned back and let his mind wander for a few seconds more. There was such a machine available after all…

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#, as written by Polka
All Arba's ships weapons had been disabled... great.

The best course of action would be to retreat in this case, her whole fleet were outnumbered and there was no need to use the back up generator to turn on the weapons.

Just as Arba went to send a transmission to the opposing army a face appeared before her. The opposing fleets leader she assumed as the feed was fuzzy for the first few seconds. It wasn't until half way through the transmission that his face became recognizable. Her blood ran cold, panic gripped her body like a snake binding its prey. She could feel the fear rushing through every vein. He had been there watching the whole time.

It had been exactly a year since the time in which Arba had been captured for questioning by the UHO. Most of her mind had blocked out the terrorizing memories of hot iron being branded across her body but his face brought it all back.

The fear only lasted for a second before she heard a crew member shouting that the higher ups suggested that the retreat would be wise. However, this was not the plan that Arba had in mind, in fact she wasn't thinking with a 'captains head' rather a young frightened girl who was feeling brave. Rage consumed every fiber before she entered the commands to restore her back up generator. Her voice screamed loudly over the Com System. Most of it inaudible screams but one world that could be heard was something about killing that Bastard. She gripped her controls in front of her and began frantically pressing the fire button in Lev's direction.

The crew were worried. Their usual calm and collected captain had became a mess withing two minutes and she was now endangering the entire fleet and the mission at hand.

Tear's of fear and angers dripped across her scarred face, she didn't care about anything other than killing him. She was however, unaware that her own camera had been switched on so her crew could see everything in fact this was a live feed that was sent to every S.U.M any neighboring ship and her commanders.

She placed one of her hands onto a mat that could read skin imprints whilst using the other to keep shooting. Once the system read her imprints it brought up a small silver button which had access to the larger lasers.

Before she had the time to press the button she felt a small prick in her neck before drifting into darkness.
The order had been from above. Inject her and bring her back for questioning. And for God's sake retreat.

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Lev marched back on the bridge, weathering the questioning stares as he walked up to the command dais and stood there, looking over his command crew. They seemed little worse for wear, but all around him he could feel the tension of battle that was slow to release now that it was done. The main view screen showed the IHA fleet slowly backing off and leaving. Whatever ruckuss one of the IHA ships was causing seemed to have died down. Lev couldn’t figure out what happened. The majority of the fleet seemed to be pulling back when one of the damaged ships suddenly opened fire. A maniac who simply wished for more bloodshed, perhaps? Someone who disagreed with the order to retreat? Lev couldn’t figure out the motives of whoever on that ship gave the order to resume firing. But for better or worse, the ship retreated before making the situation unsalvageable. Thankfully so, Lev supposed. He had accomplished his objectives and retrieved the cargo and damaged the IHA fleet in the process, that should be plenty to appease high command. A blinking light on the panel in front of him drew his attention and with a grunt he pressed the button to listen to the incoming transmission. "Phalanx, This is the Widow, request permission to come aboard." With a sigh he responded to the transmission. ”Widow, this is captain Stellinkov, permission granted. S.U.M. maintenance bay number 1 has been prepared for use, please dock your machine there. Stellinkov out.”

With a glare at the communications officer he gave his next order. ”Get commander Atreides to the S.U.M. maintenance bays. He is to receive the pilot of the Widow. Tell him to take all necessary precautions, but that, for the time being, at least, we will not assume the pilot is hostile. Nevertheless, don’t take your eyes off him. He’s not part of the UHO military.” The communications officer quickly repeated his order into the comm systems, making sure the order got relayed to Atreidis’ current position. Now all that was left was the next course of action. He leaned over his control panel and brought up the system map. He supposed the UHO fortress Aumaan would be the best destination for now. They would be able to report to high command and make repairs there. Yes, Aumaan fortress would be the best location for planning their next move.

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Aldwin was amazed and the smoothness of his escape, no alarm had sounded and what was a mere few minutes ago a battlefield seemed void of conflict.
Had the battle ended? Had his fleet been destroyed? Aldwin was not a very optimistic person but maybe his attack on the colony brought their own forces the victory?

Flying past the colony Aldwin tried opening the fleet channel but found it locked with only the emergency beacon operating as a means to gather survivors in a rally point. This fightermech was something alright; it was quite similar to his old fighter as it was also based on the same type his fighter had been born out of however this machine was by far the more advance one retaining only the external appearance of his old one.

There was no AI system inside the fighter yet however the smaller automatic programs where impressively able to handle this complicated machine on their own. For combat operations Aldwin would have to finalize the machine with an AI and other devices but even so it would be some weeks before the thing was operational.

This was a planetary assault machine designed to destroy the enemies air power and then support an invasion considering the lack of the long range capabilities Aldwin was used to and the addition of many air friction "smoothing" devices. Command might want it for the special unit but Aldwin knew he had enough influence to keep the machine if he wanted to; there was a bright side to being an ace after all apart from staying alive.

Aldwin spotted on his scanner a ship which appeared to be the command ship of today's assault, there appeared to be some damage but nothing critical. Aldwin prepared the fighter for the approach and attempted to make contact with the ship by sending a short clearence code. Aldwin hoped the code was still valid; as a member of the fighter force he tended to get the codes later then the other services so there was always the possibility the code had since lost its validity.

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#, as written by Polka
Arba stirred and awoke to a bright white light shining into her face.
She sat up and became tangled in wires that were suctioned to her head, they were clearly to read her brainwaves. Though she could not remember exactly what she had done Arba assumed they were checking her over for any abnormalities or 'Flight Sycosis' which was a common illness for crew member who had not rested in a while. It was at that exact moment that she noticed a pale blond woman, hair slicked back into a tight bun beside the table she lay on.

'Arba Porter? your'e awake. Good.First I need to ask you some routine questions before explaining the situation at hand'

Who was this woman and what did she mean situation. Arba chose to nod her head than respond to the woman, she was still dazed from the strong sedative injected into her blood stream.

'Ok. First what do you remember about the incident that took place earlier'
She could still remember his face. The bastard she wanted so desperately wanted to kill. Yet if she wanted to get to him she would have to justify her actions in another way. Revenge was an instant dismissal.
' Only that the enemy was within range. I believe we could have caused extensive damage to their command ship.I realize now that not everyone agreed'.
The woman jotted into a small black book with a silver trim.

' If this post is affecting your judgment Madam then you must say before you jepordize this ship and your crew again. Your brainwaves are functioning normally and as this fleets Psycho therapist I suggest you bring all your decisions through to myself or another officer from this point on. You are under Probation for the next 3 months'.
Then she left. The scarred woman sat on the steel table in shock. In all her years of training she had never been on a warning. How was she going to prove that she could do this when she still wanted to find the man responsible for the scarring that covered 65% of her body.

Her thought process was interrupted by one of her crew members sheepishly entering the room. He stumbled forward and handed her a list of things that had been authorized whilst she had been unconscious.
A unknown ship had been authorized to land in the ships loading bay.

She ripped the cabled that protruded from her head and indicated the crew member to lead the way. She had better check who had climbed aboard.

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Just as Arba was heading to the flight deck a younger man tapped her on the shoulder and handed her brief ship update.
It stated that she had to return to the orbital base ...

She was under probation and now she was being directed back to base. This couldn't be good. Maybe the higher up had changed their mind about her being on probation and maybe they were going to get rid of her all together.

However, an order was an order. Arba decided not to clear it through Zwei and commanded her crew to direct the ship to the base.

(timeskip to base)

The flight had been quick but the crew had all been busy, fixing the damage sustained in the battle. The ship landed in a rather large docking bay awaiting further instruction.

(( really sorry for the short post....))

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Clearance was granted.

She suspected that the Captain of the ship would be far to busy to care who was boarding. Well his mistake was to Arba's gain.

she lowered the ship into the dock before checking all the engines were still in correct working order.

Arba exited into the large loading bay, people were incredibly busy. Something was happening that was fairly important which meant Arba had to find a place to rest. Lucklilly she had been given a clearance pass and a false name under the direction of the UHO so unless some recognised her she was fairly safe.

It had taken atleast 30 minutes for Arba to work her way through the loading bay of the ship and up into the cabins. If this ship was anything like her own the cabins were handed out by a commanding officer who would have access to the documents. It was time to put her new name to use.

Arba casually approached an older looking gentleman and made the necessary arrangements to set herself up in a single bunker. Her new identity of 'Hannah Walsham' seemed to work fine.

She was programmed into bunker 23 by the officer and handed a small sheet of paper which was a map to the ship.

' Sorry Walsham but what are you to do exactly. Your card has no specific job role'
Shit. she had not thought of where to position herself on the ship. She had to think fast.
' Engineer ' she said calmly before heading to her new room.