Aero Hinomi's Story

Wing shook his head as he watched Derek enter the ship. "Unfortunate, considering they were following the orders of a madman that would have just as easily killed them for acting humanly." He sighed, the wash of the ship passing over the group as it took of for the trial. "Though, Bella's right. There is no danger of the past repeating itself now." He looked at Aero and gestured to the Palace, "You should find Lauren, I'm sure there are things you must attend too." He smiled and started after Nulix and Bella, a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry this happened so soon after you were reunited. He may have not always been friendly towards us, and he has made his choices, but in the end, he is your brother and no matter how hard to try and hide it, it does pain you to see him taken away again."


Aero watched the UO walk away, confused at the sudden goodbye. She looked at the Palace rising in the distance and knew Wing was right, she would need to report her location, maybe find other UPA and link back up with them. "Maybe I'll meet this Titan and Ecko characters I kept hearing about." She muttered, walking down the streets that were clearing of people as shops started their routine of closing procedures.


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Lauren held the blade in her hand. It was lighter than air, and felt comfortable in her hand. Not her usual choice, being a longsword, but she could respect the craftsmanship and she handed the blade back to Luke. "It is amazing, you've done a remarkable job on all of these blades. Who is it meant for?" She asked, picking up Glamdrel and placing it in a scabbard and slinging it over her shoulder. When she received her new armor, the blade would be worn on her hip, but for now she wouldn't be unarmed if something were to happen.

Wing shook his head, watching as Bella fell to the ground, Argent landing peacefully on top of her. "I swear...that bird has issues." He said with a chuckle. Aero followed Bella outside, a nervous feeling developing quickly in the pit of her stomach. "So when you both say train...you mean?" She asked hesitantly, only knowing one definition of training, shooting on the range. She'd had no need to develop hand to hand or swordplay, those trainings were revered for field agents, not communication officers. And survival training? That was a manual that told the UPA agent to just comply with who ever may have captured them, or to stay in one place while the tracker in their uniform was located. Of course, now she wasn't wearing her uniform, and had no idea what was to come next.

Wing looked back at her with a smirk, throwing a small blade of wind in Bella's direction, knowing that'd she'd block it with her specialized weaponry.