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OHS002 "Zwei Excellion"

"This is Suigetsu. OHS002 'Zwei' of Project Excellion, reporting in. My unit is active and prepared to deploy. S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Drive is online. I await your commands."

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

Description

OVER-HYBRID SUBJECT 002
DESIGNATION: "Zwei Excellion"

Name: N/A
Allegiance: IHA
Rank: Excellion License Holder. Holds no formal rank, but reports directly to high command, and can ask for authorization for special dispensation to act independently of regular forces.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Synthetically-Augmented Hybrid, or "Over-Hybrid."
Height: 170 cm
Bust: 75 cm
Waist: 54 cm
Hips: 76 cm
Weight: 119 lbs
Hair Color: Blue-silver
Eye Color: Copper.
Skin Tone: Fair, with hints of tan.
Build: Light and lean, with long limbs.
Research Notes: Ambidextrous. Vision is 20-20 in both eyes thanks to ocular implants. Tremendously flexible, and has physical capabilities belying her small size. Very fast on her feet, coordinated, agile, and flexible, and much stronger and tougher than she looks thanks to nanomechanical enhancements in her musculatory and skeletal systems. Cybernetic enhancements located in cerebral cortex and at the base of subject's spinal cord allow for tremendous boosts to all cognitive faculties, while D.N.A. tampering has led to across the board increases in every pertinent statistic, either physical or mental, above and beyond even the best results of genetic engineering's biggest prodigies. Special conditioning and training has given the subject an ace-level mastery of Mech piloting, firearms usage, and of military procedure and strategy, while also yielding a 100% obedience rate to orders from superiors. We've created a real super-soldier here, gentlemen.

Addendum: For the edification of all personnel in regular contact with the subject, no, just because her eyes glow gold at times does not mean she's been possessed by a demon. That's just what happens when her implants come online, so please refrain from telling my most successful experiment yet that she's a witch, alright? You're giving her funny ideas, and the last thing we want our superhuman to have is an identity crisis.

Signed, Amos Rudra, Director of Project Excellion.





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Appearance: Somewhat short in stature and lithe in build, the second subject and sole successful product of Project Excellion would be unassuming if not for her unusual appearance. Her long legs, which make up most of her height, are limber and thin, yet firm. Her narrow waist, flat stomach, and curving figure, despite their slender nature, only partially hide a rigidity of stance and of form through which the girl's true nature is displayed - that of a soldier, conditioned and built for battle rather than beauty. Her narrow shoulders hold in them a certain extended aspect that make them seem broad, and her upraised head and firm posture show confidence and discipline. Her unblemished skin is soft and pale, yet, upon pressing against it, one will find that it is neither yielding nor saggy. Rather, whatever her body is made of, it's a very tough material, for her unseen muscles are hard beneath her tender flesh, like steel armor hidden beneath silken robes.

Her face is just as distinctive as is her body's contradicting appearance and nature. With piercing copper-colored eyes set below a small forehead and about gently rounded cheeks, and pale pink lips firmly pursed in a calm, expressionless manner, her countenance is most striking. Her teeth are clean and white, her chin, ears, and nose all petite and well formed, and yet these features all pale in comparison to her somewhat bizarre hair. Overwhelmingly straight and tremendously long - it runs clear down to the small of her back - her hair's most odd feature is the fact that its hue is a natural, somehow metallic blueish-silver hue, seeming to glisten like new fallen snow beneath the radiance of a full moon as it catches the light. Unadorned save for a single black and white patterned silken ribbon woven through it, it is trimmed just around her eyes, and otherwise allowed to freely flow downward, framing her face in a blue-silver curtain.

Zwei's usual outfit is fairly simple, and just as bizarre as she is. While piloting her S.U.M., the young soldier wears a single garment, consisting of a form-fitting flightsuit of a flexible yet durable and hard material and reinforced with composite armor at the joints, meant to offer her complete freedom of movement while also absorbing the force of impacts to her machine and of the G-forces she suffers during movement, as well as serving to insulate her body perfectly, keeping her from losing precious warmth in case forced to eject from her machine in space. Her suit also comes with a helmet meant to seal to the collar of the jumpsuit, providing an airtight environment which can be supplied with the oxygen she needs to survive from a small tank of compressed, liquid oxygen on her suit's back, allowing her to survive for a few hours even in a vacuum or an otherwise inhospitable environment. The only real decorations on this otherwise blank white flightsuit are some markings done in black, bronze, and light green hues, and an "02" displayed in the hollow of her chest, signifying her numerical designation.

When not in deployment, however, Zwei wears a second layer of clothing over this one, namely a relatively featureless, yet somewhat fancy uniform consisting of a black leather jacket and matching skirt, both trimmed with white cloth and some small amounts of lace, pictured here. Unlike in the picture, however, Zwei foregoes stockings or boots, instead just wearing the uniform over her flightsuit, which consequently serves as covering for her legs, functioning essentially as a pair of tall white boots leading into a set of pantyhose of a matching shade.

Personality

Zwei is well known to be a very enigmatic, and sometimes rather off-putting individual. Calm, composed, and quiet, she speaks only when spoken to, with respect, and yet, without much emotion to speak of. Conditioned to be a soldier first and a person second, she acts according to her experience, treating everything with a military discipline and precision, and displaying an apparently unfeeling exterior to those around her. To most, she seems more like a robot than a human being. Yet, despite her blunt, direct, and cold demeanor, it can't be argued that she does have some strong feelings. To her comrades, for example, she is unflinchingly loyal, and would probably be willing to take a bullet, even for someone she didn't know, just because they were on her side, were it not for her self-preservation protocols restricting her from doing so. Furthermore, due to the somewhat unique approach of her instructors, Zwei holds innocent life in high esteem, and fights first and foremost to protect people. It was hoped that ingraining her with this sense of morality would prevent her from being indoctrinated by the enemy, as, seeing firsthand the atrocities committed by her foes, she would never willingly join their side. Furthermore, she's been trained to view the war as the UHO's fault, as they were the first aggressors in it. Therefore, even knowing that innocent people will die at the hands of the IHA, she still follows them loyally, believing that their victory will lead to a better future than the triumph of their enemies. Or at least, so she tells herself.

In reality, despite her harsh exterior and her derisive moniker of "Ice," Zwei is truly a kind, even innocent, individual. She wants, above all else, to ensure that people don't get hurt, and to end the war as quickly as possible. To that end, however, she's willing to fight, knowing that she herself must become evil in order for good to prevail. And yet, even despite this cynical realization, she still tries to ensure the survival of as many people as possible, crippling enemy units and capturing their pilots instead of killing them. She never goes so far as to disobey direct orders on gut instinct, but, on the other hand, she does have the power to refuse the orders of her superiors if she finds them morally or tactically questionable, a unique privilege of her Excellion License. As a direct servant of IHA High Command, she is able to vet her superiors on their performance, and to report them, a right she often exercises to purge inept or amoral officers in the name of improving the military, once again in the name of the "greater good."

One of Zwei's main flaws is her reliance on her comrades. Although she maintains an aloof, quiet demeanor on the surface, in truth, this is just because she has no idea how to deal with other people who aren't like herself, not understanding the principles of social interaction and viewing everything, even commonplace discussion between friends, in a militaristic light. Due to people seeing her as strange or disturbing, therefore, she has silenced herself and reluctantly abandoned everything but her role as a soldier, not wanting to trouble the comrades she cares for so much. In actuality, though, she finds it almost impossible to continue doing anything if she doesn't have allies by her side to support her, and someone to give her the orders she needs. Despite her tremendous knowledge of tactics and mental capacity, she has very little faith in her own ability to make the right decisions, viewing herself as "just a servant" or "just a soldier," and unworthy of commanding things. While she can assume control under extreme duress, and with her fellows backing her up, independent action is something she's almost entirely incapable of, unless she's already been briefed on the situation, given an objective, and instructions on how to complete it. Because of this, even normal, everyday tasks are almost impossible for her. To give a prominent example, she finds it impossible to sleep if she's alone within her own personal room and doesn't have either someone to keep watch, or a weapon within reach, as she is oppressed by a feeling of solitude and danger. Because of these factors, she's remarkably dysfunctional in all matters not directly pertaining to combat or piloting.

Equipment

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The Suigetsu


The Suigetsu firing its Triple-Arc Cannon
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Overall Height: 19.8 Meters
Base Weight: 23.1 Metric Tons
Full Weight: 35.6 Metric Tons
Armor Materials: Trillanium Alloy/Reflective, Ablative Ceramic Composite.
Powerplant: Self-Sustaining Synchronous Energy Refraction (S.E.R.) Quantum Particle Decay Drive, output rated at 3240 kW.

Propulsion

  • Synchronous Arc Projection Wing Drives - 2 x 16700 kg
  • Arc Projection S.E.R. Thrusters - 4 x 15530 kg, 6 x 4380 kg
  • Supplementary Arc Verniers - 46

Performance: Maximum Thruster Acceleration 4.65 G

Equipment and Design Features

  • Sensors - Range 24000 Meters
  • Over-Hybrid Integration Biocomputer
  • S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. System
  • S.E.R. Burst

Fixed Armaments

  • 2 x Luminous S.E.R. Arc Projectors, palm mounted
  • 2 x Gabriel Vibration Sabers, mounted in fold-up sheathes on back, then held in hands
  • 2 x Michael Arc Cannons, mounted in holsters at the hips, then held in hands
  • 2 x Celeste Arc Fields, projected from the Suigetsu's wings

Optional Hand Armaments

  • 1 x Raphael Triple Arc Cannon, power rated at 11 MW




Description and Unit History


The Suigetsu, equipped with dual Arc Cannons, projecting its S.E.R. Field to attack
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Zwei's S.U.M. unit is known as the Suigetsu, or the Suigetsu S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. (Synchronous Energy Refracting Arc Projecting Hybrid-use Integration Mechanism) thanks to its most notable feature. Originally designed by the UHO, it was originally intended to be piloted by a Hybrid, whose tremendous mental capacity would allow them to utilize the unit's full potential. Unlike most piloting systems of the day, the Suigetsu's pilot would actually be hooked through special implants to the unit's main computer, allowing every last bit of data from the unit's systems to be transmitted directly into the pilot's mind, and for the unit to be piloted by mere thought, allowing for a much higher reaction rate than normal piloting systems. At the same time, this would also allow the Human control team to monitor the pilot's thought processes, and, it was hoped, to control them, ensuring loyalty from the untrusted Hybrid pilot. However, after the development of the less intensive but more practical and humane Psycoframe system, the Suigetsu's interface, along with the rest of the project, was deemed inhumane, and the unit was slated for decommission. The IHA, using this as an opportunity, stole the machine from their enemies, and, updating its systems to match the implants of their chosen devicer, selected their most mentally fit candidate for pilot: the Super-soldier, Zwei.

The unit's specialty lies in its tremendous speed and defensive capabilities, despite its rather prominent lack of heavy armor. It is optimized to be highly resistant to beam weaponry, and capable of avoiding most solid weapons. With its long range sensors and Raphael Triple-Arc Cannon, it serves as a fast moving sniper-type unit, eliminating enemies with barrages from long range, or darting in to deal a few quick kills with its Gabriel Vibration Sabers, then retreating to a safer distance. Notoriously hard to hit, it is capable of matching much larger and more heavily armed and armored units through its sheer dexterity and precision.



Capabilities


The Suigetsu, projecting its S.E.R. Field to deflect an incoming beam.
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The Suigetsu's greatest strength lies in its one-of-a-kind power, weapons, propulsion, shielding, and ECM systems. Generated from a high-yield, self-sustaining particle decay reaction, the Suigetsu's reactor can theoretically produce energy indefinitely. The real thing that makes the unit so special, however, is that this energy can then be remote controlled by special electromagnetic wave emissions, in response to which it will form itself into arcs that then spread to form a semi-triangular plane. This control phenomenon is known as "Arc Projection," while the generation and release process is called "Synchronous Energy Refraction," and the energy itself is known as an "S.E.R. Field."

Therefore, all of the Suigetsu's weapons and defenses save for its swords revolve around its unique reactor. Its propulsion mechanisms all function by projecting controlled pulses of energy from thrusters. The planes of this energy then intersect, forming a wing-like grid of pure energy, the force of which propels the very light unit at tremendous speeds. Utilizing its wing-joints as a focal point, however, it can actually deploy this energy in other ways. For example, by folding its wings down in front of it, it can create a reflective energy shield to block attacks. Alternatively, by focusing its energy through special condensers, such as the single ones built into its Arc Cannons, or the three built into its Triple Arc Cannon, or through its palm-mounted projectors, it can project powerful beams of energy to attack. Or, in a pinch, it can simply split off energy from its wings and fire these in the form of a storm of energy "feathers." Its energy even has ECM capabilities, as, by releasing a massive surge of power from its wings at once, it can create a field of particulate energy over an area of several miles that jams sensors, targeting systems, communications, and other such devices, and overloads enemy shielding with waves of power. This is known as an "S.E.R. Burst," and, although it takes a great deal of the unit's power supply to deploy, it's a highly dangerous ability that renders the unit's opponents almost completely blind, deaf, and dumb.

There's a flip-side to all this, however. Namely, to generate the appropriate electromagnetic wavelengths, thereby to control the S.E.R. Fields, with any degree of efficiency, one much have a truly absurd level of computational ability and immediate control over all of the unit's systems. Consequently, the S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. System is so taxing on the mind as to be impossible for even Hybrids to use. The only way it can ever function is if the unit is piloted by someone with truly incredible mental faculties, and even in this case, the pilot will still need to interface with the system completely for it to work. This is why the unit's piloting system is the Over-Hybrid Integration Bio-Computer, and its pilot the cybernetically enhanced Over-Hybrid, Zwei - because simply no other combination of pilot and system would work.




The Suigetsu, equipped with dual Arc Vibration Swords, using S.E.R. Burst
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History

Early into the war, when the IFA were just developing their own machines from captured UHO technology, it was found that, even with Mechs on par with the enemy's units, and genetically enhanced pilots, rookie devicers still found it difficult the match the enemy's classically trained aces, who, having a vast advantage in the realm of experience, could match even their mentally superior brethren. To solve this problem, many different institutions were founded. These "solutions" took many forms, ranging from military academies, to weapons development labs, to, in a few cases, bio-research facilities that aimed for one goal and one goal alone: the creation of "The Ultimate Hybrid," or "Super-Soldiers." These theoretical individuals, who would possess computational skills on the level of most computers, off-the-chart reflexes, incredible levels of sensory perception and awareness, and the maximum amount of toughness packed into the smallest possible body (so as to cut down on cockpit size, leaving more space for armor plating, reactors, weapons systems, and propulsion gear) came to be known by a single designation: Over-Hybrid.

The most prominent of all of these research facilities was a privately owned project that, anticipating the war to come, had taken the lead in the field by starting its research ten years early. Through its innovative methods, experienced personnel, and technology, this project gained official government backing. Owned by an entrepreneur named Amos Rudra, the swiftly-expanding laboratory became the forefront of Over-Hybrid research. Its name was Project Excellion.

The project soon found some measure of success. By artificially fertilizing the most genetically fit of Hybrid eggs, they then tampered even further with the already ideal genome, and were most pleased with their results. And yet, incredible though the prodigies they created were, they were not yet "Over-Hybrids." And so, having exhausted the potential of biological sciences, they turned to cybernetics, and other such augments. Bones and muscles were reinforced by nanomachines, perceptions enhanced through implants, minds expanded through micro-chips built into the cerebrum and the spinal cord. And so, bit by bit, they created their ideal Hybrids, a blend between Wetware computer systems, Androids, and Cyborgs. Although their insides were still unmistakably human, they'd been enhanced to the point that they exceeded all human limitations, as the project's name implied. They had created "Over-Hybrids."

Unfortunately, although they had now uncovered the secret of the creation of these superhumans, there were still a few problems. Namely, the issue of training their new prodigies to fulfill the role they had in mind. They needed an ideal soldier, raised from birth to fit that role. And so, in the case of their first subject, Eins, they simply concentrated on improving his skills and tactical abilities, providing him with everything he needed and constantly training him to become better and better. This, however, did not end well, as the subject soon showed megalomaniacal and manic-depressive tendencies, and slowly began to snap under the stress of his training. He finally lost his mind entirely, and attempted to break out of the facility, fighting wildly until he was killed in the ensuing struggle by the guards.

The second subject was Zwei. Already begun on her training in a manner similar to Eins when the former subject finally broke down, she was largely set aside as too risky in favor of three new subjects, Drei, Vier, and Funf, whose training was much more group oriented, and meant to give them a mentality of camaraderie and competitiveness to drive them to success whilst not crushing their hopes entirely. Zwei was allowed to take part in some of these exercises thanks to the influence of a high-ranking trainer, and this same young woman, a Lieutenant in the IHA named Ayla Link, was also allowed to take personal care of Zwei, although the young superhuman also spent a large portion of time with her younger "siblings."

From a young age, Zwei was fascinated with the world around her. Even though she was never allowed to leave Project Excellion's facilities, once she was largely taken out of the training cycle, she was taught to read and allowed to peruse novels from the outside world. Her education was continued in a more classical sense, as well, as it was hoped she might as least become some sort of officer, such as a tactical forecaster, strategist, or intelligence agent. Zwei herself, however, had different plans.

Seeing herself cast aside in favor of the other three subjects, Zwei grew somewhat depressed. When she herself was taken out of the training regimen, she, to the surprise of her caretaker and surrogate mother, asked Ayla to teach her privately. The Lieutenant interested by this, agreed, and so began to instruct the young super-soldier independently of the project. To her surprise, even without the facilities and methods granted her three successors, she did remarkably well, at least matching, if not exceeding, their progress. When asked why she was so determined, Zwei explained her reasoning.

"I heard that the reason I was created was because people out there are fighting and getting hurt. That's bad, right? At least, from what I can tell. Maybe the books I've read were wrong, but it doesn't seem that way to me. So, I'm supposed to stop it, aren't I? In that case, I will. Nothing else matters."

When this was reported to the director of the program, Ayla was immediately given permission to reinstate Zwei in the training system. To the astonishment of her now somewhat proud "siblings," who were at first very reluctant to acknowledge her as one of them, she swiftly surpassed all of their scores, becoming the favorite of the Project. And, when the promised time came for the government to peruse their super-soldier candidates, Zwei was the only one who was chosen. The competitive training methods of Drei, Vier, and Funf, while fostering success, had given each of them a great level of pride, and had made them highly individualistic and disobedient. Drei and Vier were killed shortly thereafter, attempting to escape the facility, and Funf, whose self-esteem had been crushed by being perpetually last on the rankings list, fell into despair and killed himself shortly thereafter. Taking note of the 4/5 casualty rate, the government inspectors eventually disapproved of the program due to being inhumane to its subjects, and Excellion Laboratories were shut down. All over "Over-Hybrid" creation facilities were severely regulated, and many of them were disbanded in the following years.

Zwei, however, stood as a testament to the project's single success. Entering a more traditional military academy for testing, she swiftly passed all requirements with flying colors, and was almost immediately moved to active duty, where it was expected that she would soon become one of the IHA's aces. To the surprise of her superiors, however, what they expected and what they got were two completely different things. Zwei's previously incredible performance dropped significantly. Some investigation determined the cause of this - depression, and loneliness. During her time at the program, she had held an odd sort of familial bond with several individuals there. Lieutenant Link was like her mother, and Drei, Vier, and Funf were her rowdy younger siblings. They may have had their quarrels, but they honestly cared for each other, and with them gone, and the knowledge that all three of the latter were now dead, Zwei found it difficult to function. This was only made worse by the fact that she, when she tried to reach out to her fellow soldiers at her new post, found it impossible to relate to any of them. Those who didn't avoid her based on her unusual looks found her rigid attitude impossible to deal with. Either she was thought tremendously proud and uptight at best, or, at worst, treated like some sort of subhuman, or machine. Swiftly, she was removed from active duty, and instead placed in a special corps, under the care of a small psychiatric staff to keep her company and monitor her for signs of depression.

It was around this time that the intelligence force got word of the enemy's newest development - S.U.M.s. Given the plans of one of the units that was slated for decommission by a defector, they came to realize that they would need a pilot with tremendous mental abilities to even hope to use such a machine. And so, they selected Zwei. Although her commission had been revoked following her withdrawal from the regular forces, she was nevertheless selected for the job. Awarded with a special, one-of-a-kind mandate in the form of the Excellion License, she was authorized to act directly in concert with the military's highest authorities, and deployed on her new mission: to become a S.U.M.O., and to acquisition the unit that would soon become her own...

So begins...

OHS002 "Zwei Excellion"'s Story

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The colony's power generators were located at its very heart. However, due to the immense heat generated by the Dyson Sphere's fusion reactor, an extensive grid of exhaust shafts and venting systems were present across the surface of the colony, venting the heat through different areas every few minutes so as to disperse it harmlessly. Through this system, there were always several shafts in use at a time, while several more were offline for cooling at any given moment. Of course, with the heat being channeled through them, infrared security sensors would be useless. That left only a motion-detection grid to be dealt with, an interwoven mesh of connecting ultraviolet lasers that, nevertheless, would be rendered visible by the much broader capabilities of the infiltrator's cybernetically enhanced eyes.

Zwei waited, the magnetic sealing on the boots of her flightsuit tethering her to the hull of the colony. She had dropped from a stealthed transport just outside of sensor range, and used a rocket pack to traverse the distance, moving through a small field of discarded storage tanks left over from the colony's construction, forming a makeshift asteroid belt that masked her movement, allowing her to slip beneath the colony's perimeter scans. Then, hooking up to the outside of the colony's hull, she had climbed to a shaft just as it completed its venting cycle. The doors would normally close the moment the cycle completed, but thanks to the inside agent from whom they'd gotten the venting schedules, it would be held open for precisely 2.5 seconds longer than usual, giving the young supersoldier time to sneak inside. The defecting engineer upon whom Zwei now relied, creator of the machine she was now aiming to steal, might have had the clearance to shut down the security systems as well, however, doing so immediately would attract attention to their ploy. But, such a low-level grid was something she was well prepared to handle. This was just one of many things the operative had trained for.

Zwei's copper eyes flashed a bright shade of bronze-gold, gleaming with an internal light from beneath the visor of her helmet as a clock on her HUD ticked down to zero. Right on schedule, the infrared sensors in her optical implants abruptly stopped detecting heat emerging from the shaft before her. She wasted no time, and darted in. Right on schedule, the doors behind her swiftly slammed shut, and artificial gravity abruptly began to take effect on her body as the shaft re-pressurized. Suddenly, she found herself falling down, down, down, dropping into an intertwining network of crisscrossing violet streaks that filled the shaft below her.

Curling in her arm, Zwei twisted left, rolling to dart through a small hole between the intersecting motion detection lasers, then flaring her jetpack just long enough to level out and slip between the next layer. Again and again, she darted and rolled through progressively smaller and smaller gaps, and yet did so flawlessly, even despite her ever-increasing speed. Not a single laser touched her body, no matter how close they came, or how small the gaps became.

Control room two thirds of the way down. That is my first objective, The super-soldier thought. Sure enough, a single catwalk abruptly appeared, spanning the shaft, and leading to an airtight door into a small exhaust shaft control room. Evading a final grid of alarms, Zwei touched down, flaring her jump pack at the last second to soften her landing. Rising from a crouch, she swiftly made her way to the door, typing out the passcode she'd already memorized from the data leaked by their undercover operative. The door swiftly opened, allowing her entrance, then sealed behind her before the airlock into the control room, too, parted before her. Discarding her now spent jetpack inside this airlock, Zwei swiftly made her way into the control center, glancing about her. As expected, all those on duty were already unconscious, and her contact, a young man in a labcoat, was standing at the center of the chamber, still holstering a small stun baton.

"You are Dr. Richard Graves, correct...?" The super-soldier said coolly, her voice rendered hollow and distorted by the audio feed from inside her helmet. The man nodded, giving a cheerful smile that clashed tremendously with his handiwork, and the unconscious forms lying all around him.

"I am," He replied, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small golden object that Zwei immediately recognized as a unique type of data drive containing specialized access codes for activating a Mech. In short, it was a key. She already knew what it was for. "Is this sufficient proof?" He asked, smiling as he handed it to her. Zwei nodded rigidly, taking the item from her benefactor.

"My pride and joy is parked down in the storage hangar at the very bottom of the colony, in the decommissioned R&D facilities for the S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Project. It's not heavily guarded, and once the party starts, nobody should get in your way. Take the old service lift down to subsection 11. I've already rigged the cameras to display old feed for the next 15 minutes along the most direct route, and the hangar doors will unlock the moment the alarm is sounded," Graves explained quickly.

"As planned, then. What of the computer systems of the unit?" Zwei said seriously.

"They're already synchronized to the biometrics data your people sent me. Once you hook up to the computers, they won't give you any trouble. You'll be able to take off without any delays." Graves smiled. "Now, then, I believe its just about time for me to leave. I have a shuttle to catch before this place becomes a warzone."

"Thank you for your cooperation. Please make haste. Your talents are vital to the war effort. Were you caught here, it would be most unfortunate," Zwei agreed. The doctor smiled, and, waving goodbye, headed to exit the room.

"Best of luck to you, miss Over-Hybrid. I eagerly await the results of my precious S.U.M.'s first field test." With these words and a cheerful wave, the man swiftly exited the room by the door through which he had entered. The Super-Soldier, meanwhile, took a different route, entering a long, empty maintenance corridor and heading swiftly to the end of it. Right on schedule, the disused service elevator was there, as planned. Entering it, she swiftly typed out another of the passcodes she'd been given, bringing the lift online and setting its course downward, into the old, unused lab wing where her prize was waiting. As the doors opened before her and the station began to shudder on its axis, alarms beginning to sound throughout the colony, the soldier smiled ever so slightly beneath her helmet, her gleaming bronze-colored eyes focused intently on the path before her. She was almost there, and, right on time, the attack had begun. Nothing would get between her and her goal now. She would absolutely complete her objective, commandeer the enemy S.U.M., and return with her prize to the IHA, no matter what got in her way!

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Several rapid footfalls passed by her location as the Over-Hybrid remained silent, peering out from inside an a decommissioned laboratory door. It seemed that all the guards in this wing had left to prepare to repel boarders, and, as a side-effect, they'd very nearly run right into her making her way to the center of the old S.U.M. research facilities. Fortunately, her awareness was several thousand levels above their own, and it hadn't been difficult to dart into a side passage and wait for the enemy targets to pass. But, she did not have time for this. The moment they were gone, Zwei immediately darted back out into the corridor, went forward several paces, and then turned left. Then, right before her appeared the destination she'd sought. The large bay doors had already opened when the station had been attacked, just as the Doctor had promised. And now, beyond those parted steel gates, the super-soldier could already see the hangar where her prize was.

Taking a final look behind her to make sure she wasn't being followed, she rushed across the passageway, slipping silently into the hangar and then quickly using the project key Graves had given her to shut the hangar door behind her, ordering it to lock and disconnecting it from the main security grid. That way, if anybody noticed that she was stealing one of their new prototypes, she'd have plenty of time to deal with the issue.

As the giant bay doors slammed shut with a dull, resounding thud, Zwei turned and began to search the hangar, her eyes instantly falling upon what she sought. Standing inactive amidst several bits of scaffolding was the figure she'd already memorized from the specifications sent her by the traitor engineer, Richard Graves. Its knight-like armor gleamed as the dim lights in the ceiling above shone down upon its pristine white and gold frame. Its eyes flared to life as she held up the project key for its computers to scan. Confirming both her biometrics data and the information on the key itself, the gigantic knight's engines hummed to life. Satisfied with this, Zwei wasted no time in swiftly clambering up a ladder up to the scaffolding, where she'd be able to climb down into the S.U.M.'s cockpit, a small gondola mounted on its back. The door was already open by the time she reached it, and swiftly, she dropped down into the compact space, hearing the hiss of the magnetic seals even through her helmet as the machine's entrance shut behind her, leaving the cockpit in almost total darkness until a light activated to illuminate the cockpit's sole feature - a simple black chair, from which protruded several long, snakelike cables and cords.

It was time to link up.

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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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Zwei raised a white-haired eyebrow as the distant enemy machine opened fire on her location, even despite the fact that she was far beyond his sensor range, let alone maximum shooting distance. The incoming beams dispersed into nothingness long before they got even close to her. What had he been expecting? Did he not know of his own range? That would indicate that the S.U.M. was piloted by a novice, and yet, his reflexes had to be superb. He had, after all, dodged a shot he almost surely couldn't have seen coming, and most certainly hadn't been warned of by his unit's systems. How odd... So, there was a non-Hybridized Human with that level of reflex? But stranger still was the notion that he was now piloting a prototype S.U.M. without any knowledge of its limitations, like its shooting range. Just then, however, an unidentified voice abruptly resounded through her head, connected to her by the Suigetsu's computers. The boy who had just contacted her... was he the pilot of that S.U.M.? It seemed so, considering his preposterous order for her to depart.

"I refuse," Zwei replied calmly, her icy voice carrying little to no feeling with it save blank resolve as she looked calmly into the viewscreen, her face, although obscured by her visor, doubtless displaying on the enemy's own HUD via the communications feed. "We have no choice in this matter. We must seize the objective, or else many more lives will be lost than those that will be claimed in this battle! The UHO cannot be allowed to continue its acts of genocide against our people. With the weapon you are currently in control of, they will surely destroy countless cities, colonies, and settlements. This is not an option. Boy, if you wish so desperately for this battle to end, then turn yourself and that machine over to the IHA!" With those words and a brief flash of her golden eyes across the video communication, she cut off her transmission, raising her rifle at the same time in preparation to keep sniping the enemy S.U.M. should he refuse, when a sudden explosion from the side snapped her into attention. It seemed that the enemy battleship was advancing now, piercing through the opening created by the enemy S.U.M.'s deployment. That... that ship was coming to fetch this "Widow." In that case, she had no choice but to hinder it by any means necessary! Changing targets, she took aim with the Raphael, lining up a shot powered by all three Arc Projectors in the cannon itself, as well as by the Palm Projectors her unit was equipped with. Charging the full destructive force of the S.E.R. Field into the weapon at maximum capacity, she lined up a shot straight for the bows of the incoming UHO Phalanx, targeting the main guns as they lit up to fire upon another of the IHA cruisers. In an instant, she had pulled the trigger, releasing another cataclysmic burst of emerald light from the Suigetsu and sending it streaking towards the Phalanx. Yet again, she was banking on the unique nature of her shots, as even a capital ship's reflective armor wouldn't be geared to defend it from an S.E.R. Field. She had no doubt that the enemy's drone crews would likely move to intercept the shot, but, hopefully, with the power she'd put into it, it would punch right through them. That, at the very least, would slow the enemy down.

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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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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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Zwei's sensors registered the enemy formation, transmitting this information to her brain much more quickly than the attacking units could begin their assault. Consequently, what the enemy pilot expected to be some kind of surprise came as no shock at all to the young Over-Hybrid, who, already having prepared herself for this attack, wasted no time in making her move. Stretching one of the Suigetsu's wings as the two drones began their attack, she began extending her S.E.R. Field. In an instant, an emerald curtain spread between her and one of the drones, with the side effect that her machine was propelled in the opposite direction, allowing her to dodge away and to the side as the shower of beams converged on her location, abruptly slipping out of the way of the shots from both the fighter and the second drone. Then, several things happened at once.

The beam shots from the first drone collided with her defensive screen, and were almost instantly diverted by one of the concave feathers, refocused in another direction: specifically, right back towards the drone that had fired them. This returned attack was not alone, however, for at the same time, the extra portions of her machine's energy wing that had formed the barrier split themselves off, creating a rain of feathers that fired straight for the first drone, along with its own shot, ensuring that it would be unable to escape.

This sudden force, however, caused the Suigetsu to spin to face the second drone. Having already evaded its shots, she now found herself directly alongside it as it attempted to pull away, only to find its path intercepted by Zwei, whose initial dodge had cast her right into its way, while her first counterattack had caused her machine to spin towards the enemy unit. Casually raising her sword, she swept it upward, cleaving the second drone in half while at the same time spreading her unit's wings, projecting her S.E.R. Field to push off of the explosion with tremendous force, almost instantly accelerating her to full speed and sending her hurtling downward along a course she'd already calculated.

As the final unit, the lightweight enemy fighter, tried to come about, it, too, would find its course intercepted. Although the Red Sun was fast, the Suigetsu was swifter still. And, moving as it was on an interception course rather than simply chasing after its target, it would be able to cut across the enemy's flight path at the shortest possible distance, in the shortest possible time. Even as the enemy was just beginning to pull away, trying to come around, the sudden white, gold, and green blur of the Suigetsu would streak across its path with a single instant. And yet, a single moment was all the time Zwei needed. Raising her fully charged Raphael and setting its shot pattern to wide dispersal, she had already lined up her firing arcs by the time she crossed in front of the enemy fighter. All that was left was to pull the trigger, releasing an emerald hailstorm all across the Red Sun's trajectory, peppering both it and its probable courses of escape with countless winding, spiraling green projectiles. And, although it was certainly fast, Zwei somehow doubted that it would be able to turn quickly, considering that its speed seemed to come largely from a small number of large, powerful engines, rather than the intricate matrix of vernier thrusters and precise, yet strong boosters that controlled her own machine. In short, she had the advantage of agility, while her opponent would be hard pressed to evade a short-range, widespread attack from the front, which was exactly what she had just fired at him.

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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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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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Two gleaming golden eyes opened slowly, their light slowly leaving them as the Suigetsu, now aboard the command ship of the IHA fleet, slowly powered down, its wings folding and dissipating into light as the giant knight slowly went limp within its restraints. At the same time, its pilot slowly and methodically set about disconnecting the various wires plugged into her flightsuit, freeing herself from the entanglement of cables indirectly connecting her brain to the computers of the machine. Rising up from her chair, the white-clad girl pulled back the hatch of the cockpit. Surmounting a small staircase, she emerged into the hangar, at the same time unfastening her helmet and shaking out her flowing silver-blue hair as she glanced about her. Many of the units now landing and powering down seemed severely damaged, much like the fleet itself.

How many casualties did we sustain in that battle? And to think we only obtained one of the four units despite all the men who sacrificed themselves. Analysis of this mission: Pyrrhic victory, at best. Zwei grimaced ever-so-slightly, setting down her helmet on a nearby rack and swiftly making her way out of the hangar. There was a report to be made at once.

The commander chose not to retreat, even in the face of overwhelming odds. Our only objective here was to acquire the Suigetsu and the other prototype unit. And yet, despite that fact, the captain in charge of this operation remained in battle far longer than our forecast deemed sustainable. Furthermore, even once our forces started to retreat, the captain personally assumed direct control of a major gun emplacement and tried to prolong the battle. Why? I cannot see any logical reason for this course of action. Was she trying to engineer a defeat for our fleet? But if that was the case, why would she do so through such obvious, not to mention suicidal means? If she had managed to prod the UHO into destroying our attack force, then she herself would also have died. I do not understand this. On all levels, even considering the possibility of a betrayal, her actions are not tactically feasible. And yet, up until this point, I see little evidence to indicate that the captain at all suffered from erratic or reckless behavior in combat situations. So then, why now? Zwei's eyes narrowed. After such a thoughtless action, her first thought had been to report the captain to high command, to have her removed from her station so that she could not endanger any more of the lives under her command. And yet, as things stood, the young Over-Hybrid could not do so. Not until she knew why Arba had acted in such a careless manner. Only once she knew all of the details could she make a report, and determine a verdict. But, this time, she found herself unable to determine any logical motive for the unusual occurrence that had taken place. Until she had a motive, she was in a stalemate.

I'll make my report, She resolved. But I have no choice but to withhold a decision for the time being. Once the captain recovers, I will do my best to discern her motives. Until then, however, I have no option aside from postponing my judgement. Very well. Until then...

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A simply clad shape moved silently yet purposefully down to the docking suite of the Cantinia. Dusting off her black uniform, which had gone unused for just a bit too long, Zwei supposed, she straightened the pinstriped black vest and skirt as best she could, and then seated herself on an unoccupied bench while she waited for the docking procedures to be completed. Evidently, unlike the rest of the crew, she would have no time to rest easy in the success of her operation. She'd received orders through special channels to report to her superiors immediately, and the young Supersoldier had a feeling that she knew why. Likely, they were seeking her opinions on the actions of the captain of the ship she was currently serving aboard, something Zwei was afraid she simply wouldn't be able to provide. Even now, she had very little insight into why the captain had acted as she did. She had perused the records she had on hand, investigating Arba's background, and yet she hadn't found any notable instances that stood out to her as signs of betrayal or of warmongering. And yet, it couldn't be questioned that she had done something completely tactically unfeasible. So then why was it? What was her motivation? At this juncture, Zwei saw few other options remaining but to confront her directly on it...