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Catrina Ramirez

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a character in “War of Mechas and Golems”, as played by Hallowed777

Description

Name:
Catrina Vee Ramirez
[First name is pronounced like Katrina]
Gender:
Female
Age:
18
Height:
5'2"
Occupation:
"I never wanted this."
Drafted
Appearance:
Image
Rank:
Private
Personality:
Catrina is not like most soldiers because well she never wanted to be here in the first place. She just began being a solider and truthfully she dislikes being one. This is all because she actually has a very sweet nature to her. She hates when people are number one mad at her, yell at her, or even raise their voices at her. Second of all she is more of a lover than a fighter and prefers to settle things with words than with fighting. Third is that she easily hurt by people and often taken advantage of because of her mother-like behavior to people. She hates when people are hurting which pretty much turns on like this mother-like behavior and tries to help them as much as she can. Finally the rumor of red heads being well short temper isn't really a rumor with her since some times she can just quickly loose her cool when she has gone through a mass amount of stress. It's not that she means to it kind of just happens, when it happens she instantly feels bad about it, and fears that they might become angry with her about it. Often she is quick to apologize, saying sorry a lot, and trying to make up for things that she may have done wrong.

Finally you should know that Catrina is funny when she wants to be. She tries to be entertaining even though some times she feels hopeless and just feels like crying. Some people would call her over emotional but before all of this she was never really over emotional just kind of a boring individual who never really hide to cover up anything with jokes and fake smiles. All you really need to know is that this girl has a big heart, and tries to cover it with a protective shell so that no one can hurt her. Some times she isn't successful though and has a problem with letting people I to easy even though over the past few months she has become less social and more of a keeps-to-herself kind of girl.
Bio:
"When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?" - Coldplay

Catrina was born into what seemed at the time like a perfect family. She had an older brother, and two wonderful parents who tried their best to care for their daughter as much as they possibly could. Things got bad quickly though because once Catrina turned 5 her brother went to go fight since he was a solider and little did the family know that their loved one would not return to that house again. At age 6 her brother was lost in battle, supposedly he brought honor to her family, but she didn't care because she had just lost her brother. At age 8 her mother gave birth to her baby brother who she made sure to cherish as much as she could because she didn't know if he would be gone too one day. At age 10 when her brother, Raphael, was only 2 her mother and father started to pretty much abandon their family. No one really knew how long her parents wouldn't be home some times, but they knew. Catrina grew up being like a mother to her baby brother. From age 10 on she devoted most of her time for caring for her brother since she knew he wouldn't be able to do it until he got older. She juggled a mass amount of things at one time and no one really knew what was going on at home since she never talked about it. She hide everything from most people as much as she could. At age 13 her parents pretty much disowned her and her brother which soon enough made them orphans, but quickly they were both adopted by loving caring parents. Still though Catrina felt it was her duty to always protect her brother and do a lot of things for him since she was now more like a mother to him.

Currently though she has been drafted into the army. Fearing the outcome of it because of what had happened to her older brother she doesn't know what to expect. Her family is worried about their adopted daughter and hopes that one day she would be able to do something else and won't continue to be in the army. Catrina hopes that one day she could actually do something she loves to do, and hopes that she could settle down. If things don't go terribly wrong for her since a lot of times she refuses to lift a gun. If it wasn't for her swift thoughts, intelligence, and persuasive behavior she probably wouldn't be in the army to much longer. Finally the last thing you should know is that the only reason she was drafted was because of a pervious war that left a shortage of soldier's which she was chosen to be in the Brown Wing Team.

Nationality:
Benjlakki
Unit:
Brown Wing Team

So begins...

Catrina Ramirez's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez
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Fertaninn, the Eastern region of Benjlakk. Its wildlife has been relatively untouched due to the Republic's environmentally friendly policies. Here, many people arrive to escape the fuss of politics. Numerous farmers, agricultural workers, biologists, and solar technicians call this place home. In one particular area of it, Benjlakk's Capital, the District of Justicra, the story of brave soldiers, odd romances, and battles which threaten to bring both apart begins.

It was early in the morning, the preparations for a festival, located in Diplomacy Square, to host officials, military personnel, and other visitors from different countries, especially from Metargo and Mysticara, as Benjlakk wished to mediate between the two countries in hopes that a ceasefire between the two warring nations could be reached. If not, then it would be inevitable that it would turn into a discussion on which side countries not involved would take.

Zechariah, having just put on his uniform while in the room he was staying at before the event, picked up the communication disk on his desk, then typed up a message to send to someone he met a while back. Ever since meeting her, he has developed a crush on her. The message went as follows:

My dear Beathas,

Today is a big day for the people of Benjlakk. Leaders and military personnel from Mysticara and Metargo are visiting at Diplomacy Square, where, within Diplomacy Hall, the President shall help mediate between the two countries in hopes a ceasefire will occur. I do not deny that should this fail, everyone, involved and not involved in the war, that are present at that meeting while the festival goes on shall become agitated, at which point officials from currently-neutral countries will voice their opinions on whom their countries will side with. This would put increased pressure on Benjlakk to get involved, as well, which I believe would not bode well in the end. I'm glad I do not have to be at that meeting and listen to all the banter, since rants would most likely be dominant rather than civil discussion. My part in this, as part of the Benjlakki military, is to ensure the peace is kept within Diplomacy Square.

I hope that where you are at is not in any danger from the fighting. I heard it has escalated over the course of the war. If only I could be there with you, even bring you here, to Fertaninn. It is a very peaceful part of Benjlakk, where wildlife and plantlife are relatively untouched, a paradise for people wishing not to be overwhelmed by the pressures of politics every day. Sure, there are still some downsides, but the relative peacefulness and the scenery more than make up for that.

Yours forever and always,
Zechariah


Once Zechariah sent that message, the door opened, which startled him at first, but then he realized who it was and calmed down. It was only Benjamin, who motioned for him to come outside. It was kind of a good thing Ben did not notice the message sent to Beathas. If he knew Zech was sending messages to a Metargo (whom it was not known, yet, that she was actually the princess), Ben would probably get onto him about it. The Metargo invasion upon Fertaninn was still fresh in everyone’s minds.

Zech came out the door and followed Benjamin to where everyone else in Brown Wing Team had gathered, which was basically the designated briefing room assigned to them, not that there was much to expect. At least, not much that was in sight. Dawn had still yet to come in the District of Justicra, preparations for the visitors' arrival still in progress, which meant there was more than enough time to prepare everyone, and to introduce the newest addition to the unit. With everyone standing at attention, Zechariah could stand in front of them. Although, they could at least relax a little bit, in his opinion.

"At ease." With that, Brown Wing Team spread their legs, their hands behind their backs, their faces now facing him. Zechariah gave a soft grin and figured this was the time to say more. "All right, as you all know, this is a very important day for us as a nation. Whatever goes on in this city will determine if we even get involved in the war. Should this mediation fail, other nations not involved could get riled up and start picking sides and enticing the Republic to do the same thing. That is not something we would want, since our neutrality is what keeps us from turning our lands from peaceful places to warzones with massive devastation. What we, Brown Wing Team, will do today is try to keep the peace, which is why I gave everyone here either a post to stand watch at or an area to patrol. Be sure to keep hydrated, though: the forecast for today said it should reach over 80 degrees Fahrenheit. You all should know where you need to go once I hand out the papers." Looking around, he asked, "Hey! Where's Sarxas! She should be here."

Benjamin replied with, "I gave her the paper with the post you assigned her early. She's the one who will be part of security at Diplomacy Hall for a bit, after all."

"Okay, thanks for reminding me, Ben!" Looking back at the rest of Brown Wing Team, he said, "Anyway, before I hand out the other papers, I would like to introduce our latest addition to Brown Wing Team, Laurence Vance." Glancing in the Corporal's direction, he said, "Laurence, do you mind coming up and introducing yourself? Pardon my not referring to you by your title, since I like knowing people on a first-name basis. After all, we're all the same on the battlefield, so titles aren't all that necessary."

----

Sarxas was already beside the door that led straight into Diplomacy Hall, where the conference would be. Even though she was accustomed to waking up early, she was not counting on it being this early, while the sun had yet to appear. She truthfully hoped she could have slept longer. Feliniri are feline humanoids, after all, and love their catnaps. Regardless, even with a hint of fatigue from both waking up so early and the intense training she voluntarily underwent just to get in some exercise, she remained on task and kept alert for anything that could go wrong.

----

Saul and the rest of his family were in a hotel room near Diplomacy Square, most of them still asleep, but not Saul. He was always a bit of an early bird who woke up before everyone else. Well, aside from his son, whom would sometimes get up at the same time for training or some other practical reason, but that was different. The Metargo King was getting ready for the meeting within Diplomacy Hall, specifically the speaking part of it. He was already in his ceremonial attire, which was basically a gold-trimmed version of a typical military officer's uniform, otherwise completely gray aside from emblems and medals.

The only time he veered his eyes off of the paper he was writing on was when he heard a soft beep from the communication disk he saw nearby his daughter. It was odd, because that disk was clearly of Benjlakki design, which was prevalent by the aesthetics and the fact it was powered solely by solar energy. Whoever it was that gave her that must truly admire her despite the fact the country the family swore allegiance to invaded Benjlakk three years ago and fought with the nation for that whole year and half of another. He felt it best not to press the matter with Beathas, since the last thing she needed was whatever hopes she had left to be crushed.

----

Aaron woke up early and put on his uniform, placing his one pistol he brought into his holster. He wanted to be prepared to ensure the royal family's safety. His room was between Kyle's and May's, which meant the two people he could count on the most were not far from him at all. As for Cain, well, the specialist had a tendency to let the whole commando bit get the best of him, sometimes, which meant he could mess up something as simple as just keeping watch without making the Benjlakki mad at some covert tech being used in their territory. There was no telling where the man could be, at this hour, which was another thing the sergeant was annoyed about. Just once, Aaron wished he did not have to deal with Cain doing his own thing. He already had enough trouble with handling Kyle's easygoing, and rather perverted, nature.

At any rate, he figured he might as well wake up May, but just barging into her room would be rude. Instead, he merely knocked. Calmly, he stated, "Time to get ready, Specialist Fermana."

Kyle did not have to be told. He already was up and preparing for the day's assignment. He always had his handy pocket knife in one of his pockets for any mission, in case he needed to do something that had to do with cutting.

----

Gracchus was always an early bird, having been raised among coffee farmers and wild game hunters, which meant getting up was rather easy for him. Being one of the captains within the prestigious Natrulkra Tribal Force, he did not want to let his chieftain down. It was natural for an elf to be very loyal. Nobody that came with him seemed to be awake, at the moment, so he used this time bring out the coffee beans from his magic compartment and make some coffee for everybody via some special spells he knew. Not that the coffee from the hotel was bad, but he still preferred to make some by himself for better flavor.

----

Agathe got up shortly after Gracchus did. Being one of the officers in the Air and Ground Party, she wanted to get ahead of schedule to help out her taskforce within the squad she was in. As much as she did not see any reason to fight anymore, what could she do except roll with it until her term in the Natrulkra Tribal Force is over? The smell of coffee lightened her mood a little bit. Gracchus, though her commanding officer within Green Golem Riders, was like a brother to her. Elves did tend to behave like family with people they knew, unless they had a crush on somebody, naturally. Not that Gracchus had any romantic endeavors, mind you.

"Good morning, Captain."

Gracchus smiled in her direction. "Ah, Agathe! Nice to see you up, as usual!" He poured a mug of coffee and held it in front of her. "Want some?"

The lady nodded before receiving the mug. "Thank you."

Gracchus looked around. "Say, I wonder if Machara is up, yet."

Agathe shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

The setting changes from Benjlakk to Myrstrarkia

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Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio Character Portrait: Clarissa Monety Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi
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Catrina Ramirez

Catrina stood at attention he eyes staying on Zechariah until he began talking about introducing a new member to the squad. This was just about the time that he eyes began to drift down to the ground, her thoughts on different things, and her mind in a completely different place. any words after this she did not register, and she most likely would not acknowledged it. Softly did she hum a tune to herself as she stood in this position. She was half tempted to just stand like a normal person, or sit on the ground, but it was then that she snapped out of it and a male was walking to Zechariah's side and began to introduce himself. Quirking an eyebrow slightly she listened to him, straightening her back as she listened to him explain himself to them. "Welcome Vance," She mumbled under her breath. She took a quick glance around her area, hoping no one heard her speak. Yet she still didn't have all of the rules and if speaking-while at ease or what ever this was- was frowned upon.


May Fermana

May's face was shoved in a blue fluffy pillow. Her hands gripped both sides of her pillow tightly and tried her best to ignore the knocking at her door. This was ridiculous, can't a girl just get some sleep? No apparently not because she was a soldier and apparently soldiers get up way too early in the morning... wait was it even that early. May groaned a bit loudly, sitting up and pushing the mess of hair out of her face. Literally kicking the blanket off her bed she stretched, letting out a loud yawn. She had not really heard what he had said do to her loud yawn. "Who is it? You know I don't care come in," She said tiredly, and thought about it for a moment. Glancing down at her sleepwear she shook her head, "Wait no never mind don't come in. I'll be out in a second." She announced finally as she slipped out of bed and onto her slightly unsteady feet.

Glancing down at her sleepwear she sighed then nodded once. Shorts that go only an inch over the knees, a pink tank top, and little slippers. Oh yeah totally professional and not girl at all. May walked over to where her clothes were and began to look through to find her outfit. Suddenly remembering where she put them she hurried over to where her uniform was and pick everything up. Walking over to a mirror with the items in her hands she looked at herself carefully. Yes she took a shower last night, but she still felt like she needed another one. Having a complete debate in her head she finally shook her head, and rushed to her bathroom where she closed the door and quickly changed into her uniform. Grumbling as she exited the bathroom, tugging at the uncomfortable piece of clothing.

May walked from her bathroom, throwing her sleepwear onto her bed just before taking her pistol from the place of easy access for when she is asleep and also a place that is hidden so that no one could find it unless they really looked for it. Tucking the pistol into her holster she finally opened the door and stepped out. Looking around she ignored Aaron for a split second. Noticing Kyle she waved at him once before looking away and rolling her eyes. She stood there, fidgeting with her long hair, and hair band that was around her wrist as she waited for some kind of command or for someone to give her something interesting to do.


Clarissa Monety

Clarissa the angel messed with her white hair, tugging on the obnoxious dress that reached the floor completely. She stood before her superiors who had once talked to their superior about a certain mission that they felt Clarissa could fulfill. Clarissa stood there looking at them carefully as she tried to decide if she actually wanted to take this mission, or job as many would call it. "Clarissa Monety!" One angel boomed, flinging there long finger at her. "You have been set to take care of a job away from here down in a place called Myrstarkia. You will stop a brewing war, this war has been going on for many years and it must come to an end. Help the people of this place, help them find peace, and you will be rewarded greatly." They had not explained how she would be rewarded greatly but Clarissa nodded in agreement and she sighed softly. "I will take care of it, don't you worry." She explained to the higher angels. They nodded before disappearing. Clarissa stood there for a moment, thinking before she thought of the place, and before she knew it she teleported there behind a grimy building. Slowly did she began to walk from behind the building and start down a pathway. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but it wouldn't be long before she knew what exactly was going on and where exactly she was going.

The setting changes from Myrstrarkia to Benjlakk

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Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez Character Portrait: Saul Metargo
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Sarxas stood where she was for a whole hour, up until dawn, when she spotted a white-haired young woman in an elegant dress wandering about. Doesn't she know Diplomacy Square is closed for preparations, right now? The Feliniri woman walked up to her and said, "Pardon me, miss, but didn't you know this part of the District of Justicra is closed off until all the preparations for today's event is in place? There will be plenty to do here once it opens up. Besides, you shouldn't be going about the city alone at this hour, especially with all the soldiers from the Mysticaran Federation and the Metargo Kingdom in town. Those two nations don't get along, at all, as far as I've seen." He cat ears caught the sounds of people arguing, which prompted her to glance in the direction of the sounds, her teeth gritting. "Speaking of whom..."

She stepped forward a few times before spotting soldiers from both Mysticara and Metargo about to exchange punches which each other, yet immediately stopped when Sarxas shouted, "Hey! Knock it off, you guys! You're not even supposed to be here at this hour, anyway!"

Most of the men backed away from each other, but one of the Metargo men gritted his teeth as he replied with, "Well, look who it is: the Feliniri Benjlakki from Brown Wing Team. Here to gloat over the previous war in this place?"

If there were ever an example in Benjlakk of a reason not to provoke a Tiger Feliniri, what happened next would be it. "I said..." Sarxas lept up into the air, ready to kick. "Knock it off!" Her foot landed squarely on the man's forehead, resulting in him landing hard onto the concrete, knocked unconscious. "Take him with you and beat it!" With The fight prevented, Sarxas walked back towards the white-haired girl.

"Sorry you had to see that. Metargo and Mysticara don't seem to get along, at all. They have been fighting off and on frequently, picking up where they leave off after stopping in-between periods of warfare. The initial part of latest period where Metargo was not fighting Mysticara, even if briefly, was when the invasion upon the Republic eastern region, this region called Fertaninn, happened. Well, it's not like any of that is new: For one thing, Metargo has invaded Benjlakk before, albeit out of desperation to supply the Kingdom's citizens with food. Plus, Mysticara and Metargo have been doing this to each other for so long, everything that goes on between them in hostility is kind of expected." Her thumb pointing towards Diplomacy Hall, the doors to which she was stationed beside, she added, "Our President, Howard Anderson, convinced the Senate within Congress to approve of a mediation process to take place in that building while the festivities go on. Benjlakk, our nation, needs a relief from being pressured towards making a stance different from our neutral one, something we have held for a long time."

She brought out her military tablet she received three years back and began tapping keys. "Well, you seem like a nice-enough gal, so I'm not going to hold you up any longer. Where are you staying at? You look like you come from someplace else. Oh, and your name?" While listening, Sarxas thought in the back of her mind about the footsteps nearby somewhere. Whose were they?

---

Saul could hear Beathas getting up and ready. He glanced in her direction once she greeted him, his response with a small grin being, "Good morning, Beathas." He listened to his daughter explain that she did not want to be cooped up, which he completely understood. A royal's life was not at all easy, despite the illusions the media gives. He nodded wholeheartedly at her request to explore the hotel for a bit. "Of course! If you take the elevator nearby the rooms that Aaron, Kyle, and May are staying at, you should be close where most everything is. The dining area and the pool adjacent to that room will be nearest to you once you take the elevator downstairs."

Karen woke up, next. Saul maintained his soft grin as she approached. His face went slightly pink at the feeling of lips on his cheek. "Good morning, darling." He listened to her words prior to his grin fading, replaced with a stressed, yet exhausted expression while he leaned his head downwards towards the surface of the desk, the head kept up by his left hand due to his right one holding a pen. "Assuming the Mysticaran officials even listen to our side of it, along with Parliament actually approving whatever motion towards peace that is given once we arrive home. That is the sad reality of politics: it is often run by emotions rather than logic; by ignorance and stereotypes instead of understanding and knowledge. The Mysticaran Federation's Head Councilor, Marcus Pericles, the first elf to be elected to that office, has seen more combat and destruction than any of us can hope to perceive, given his naturally long lifespan that comes with being an elf. He is desperate to put a stop to the harm towards the natural environment, little realizing that these things take time. It has already taken generations to solve several crises, and it would likely take generations more to resolve the dilemma with the habitat. As for our Prime Minister, Romano Lopez, well, we already know how nationalistic he is. If only I could hang my rifle and pistol as souvenirs instead of using them in warfare at Parliament's behest."

---

Zechariah and Benjamin listened to Larry the whole time, taking note that he would rather not be called Laurence. Zechariah pondered for a moment on what was said. Highbrook Academy? Isn't that along the coast of Frankliisha, one of the States within the mainland of Moutreer, that largely mountainous region within Western Benjlakk? He's really come a long way from his home. On top of that, people from Moutreer often brave tough weather due to being up in the mountains. He saluted back towards Vance. "Looking forward to working with you, Larry." Glancing back towards the rest of Brown Wing Team, he said, "Well, I'd like to stand around in further conversation if we could, but we are due to start our patrols and watchman duties soon, so we better get moving. Ben has the files for your general area that you'll be standing watch over and patrolling." Glancing in Larry's direction, he told him, "Hey, Larry? Why don't you come patrolling with me, since your transfer was kind of last minute? I know everyone else pretty well, having fought alongside them during the Metargo invasion upon Fertaninn that we recently experienced. Most of us, including myself, were drafted, unless you count Ben, my brother."

He continued the conversation as they made their way to the hotel. "you know, I heard that Highbrook is located along the coast of Fankliisha, a State within the Mainland of Moutreer. It must be rough living high up on those mountains." Chuckling, he added, "Well, I guess it beats living in an orbital space colony, where you're stuck with the same scenery in the interior pretty much all year. Although, I hear plenty of landscaping has been done to make the inside of those colonies kind of like a town on the planet's surface, not that I ever been in one of them in my life. And, to think a lot of our solar power comes from that leftover which is delivered in rechargeable packs from those same colonies up in space. They make quite a living from such deliveries." Shrugging, he added, "But, anyway, we heard about your military life, though I am wondering what you did before being accepted into the academy. We don't automatically consider military duty, after all." Zechariah listened the rest of the way, which was about fifteen minutes, nodding every so often.

Once inside the hotel, Zechariah glanced in different directions while patrolling, making sure not to miss anything. He made sure Larry was beside him, though. This was the first time Zech and the new corporal were working together, let alone in the District of Justicra, and he did not want him lost, left out of the loop, or anything of the sort.

---


Kyle waved back at May, whom he was having fantasies about in the back of his mind. It was common knowledge in Lion Team that Kyle had a tendency to think about women in the erotic sense. Aaron kind of wished he did not know about that. Although, it was also known Kyle did have his limits and boundaries. For one thing, he did not go after women much younger or older than him, or even the ones that were otherwise out of bounds. And incest? Don't even get him started on that topic; he absolutely hates it and finds the idea of sex with family members disgusting. Even the mention of such a thing would send him puking.

Aaron glanced in May's direction, his face somewhat emotionless, and said, "All right, now that all three of us are up..." he then noticed two Metargo soldiers that were also part of Lion Team, one of which was unconscious and being dragged. "What happened to Private Lucius?"

The man dragging the knocked-out soldier responded with, "He ticked off a female Feliniri Benjlakki soldier from Brown Wing Team and got kicked hard in the head, sergeant."

Aaron knew Private Lucius well, which made him give a questioning glare. "He wasn't picking a fight with anyone, was he?"

"Yes, sir."

"With whom?"

"A few Mysticaran men and, once that was broken up before it even started, her."

Aaron face-palmed himself. "Just as I thought. That idiot should know better, by now. Okay, bring him back to his room and give him some medical attention. I'll have a word with him, later." Glancing back at May, he said to her, "Okay, that out of the way, we better see if any of the royals are up, yet, so we can escort them. The King should be awake, and possibly the Queen. The Crown Prince is probably working out somewhere. I don't know about the Princess." He next saw Beathas approaching. "Speaking of whom, here she comes."

He walked over, then saluted Beathas with Kyle doing the same thing. Aaron spoke up. "Good morning, Your Highness. You're up earlier than usual."

---

Benjamin handed out the papers. "Read the files carefully. We can't afford any mishaps. Letting one troublemaker run loose could jeopardize the whole thing." Looking at Catrina, he gave a soft grin. The girl was like a sister he never had. "Catrina, why don't you come with me? We are patrolling the same area."

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At the scientific meeting, Willkarta, Sarxas' brother whom was adopted years ago, examined the papers Lilira had and was, as usual, impressed. "Nice work. You've got a lot of the schematics down-pat." Pulling his own pen and paper, he said, "Although, I do know of a way to make it so that weapon can be set to stun remotely. The equation is complex, so bare with me." He wrote it down from the thoughts in his head. If there was one thing he was strongest at, it was mathematics. Once it was done, he showed it to the girl and said, "What do you think?"

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Gracchus spotted Machara and had a wider grin on his face, "Good morning, Machara." Pouring another mug, he handed it to the woman. "Coffee?"

Agathe giggled softly. "You think he'd leave you out, Miss Akira?"

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Vance felt relief the new sergeant hasn't threatened him with some chores or something yet. He did act very patient and calm, like the personnel file suggested. Even more so he seemed friendly even volunteering to work with the new guy. Vance gave a small, sideways smile. "Alright sir." He spoke. After taking a look at Brown Wing Team, he would then follow Zechariah to wherever they are to patrol. The sergeant was even very social. Not often has Vance encountered someone beyond Private that would be rather chummy. As he continued to speak.

you know, I heard that Highbrook is located along the coast of Fankliisha, a State within the Mainland of Moutreer. It must be rough living high up on those mountains." Chuckling, he added, "Well, I guess it beats living in an orbital space colony, where you're stuck with the same scenery in the interior pretty much all year. Although, I hear plenty of landscaping has been done to make the inside of those colonies kind of like a town on the planet's surface, not that I ever been in one of them in my life. And, to think a lot of our solar power comes from that leftover which is delivered in rechargeable packs from those same colonies up in space. They make quite a living from such deliveries." Shrugging, he added, "But, anyway, we heard about your military life, though I am wondering what you did before being accepted into the academy. We don't automatically consider military duty, after all." Zechariah listened the rest of the way, which was about fifteen minutes, nodding every so often.


"Yeah I live up in Moutreer." "Nice to know someone else cares to think about us Mounties." He chuckled. "Though it's not all rustic, living off the wilderness, and men with large beards up there." "It's like here in the District of Justicra." "We have technology up there." He spoke whimsically. "Yeah never really understood the whole living-in-space thing." "It's just darkness up there, but hey some people like the dark." Vance spoke. "Eh not much interesting stuff beyond my military life." "I was kid that grew up in a very patriotic home." "We are loyal to our country's cause, even though my parents saw things different when it came to running the country." "My mother is liberal while my father is heavily conservative." "Still they both agree, they love their country." Vance spoke, going into detail over some of their debates. "The bad thing about dad is, he is very stubborn." "Not the best debater but his heart's where it's at." Vance spoke rather comically. "So I've been raised to be politically minded you can say." "I thought I was gonna be a lawyer or a politician, but I got into some trouble." "Riding the white pony, if you know what I'm saying." Vance spoke in a half whisper.

"Anyway dad threw me into military school to learn some self-control and values." "Since that seems to work out well with other kids." Vance sarcastically spoke. "But I suppose it did me some good." "After all I'm serving my country in a way I didn't expect." Vance spoke as he looked upon the Hotel. "I guess this is where we're suppose to be." He spoke as he entered. Noticing Zech taking extra precautions to check his movements, Vance kept close distance of the sergeant. No need to make his life harder.

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Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez Character Portrait: Sarxas Kirtiru Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio
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Catrina Ramirez

Catrina had been listening to Zechariah and even Vance intently when he began to speak. This was until Benjamin moved and it was time to begin patrols then she shifted uncomfortably, moving from her place. She looked at Benjamin, and hesitated a bit before smiling happily at him. She kept her eyes on him momentarily while he handed out papers just as he was nearing her she looked away, humming to herself very softly. "Catrina, why don't you come with me? We are patrolling the same area." Catrina heard Benjamin said. She spun around on her tippy toes - well that is as much as she could- and grinned happily at him. "Yay!" She giggled as she flattened her feet onto the ground firmly. Catrina considered Benjamin as an older and was happy that she would be doing the patrol with him instead of anyone else. Plus usually when they would go patrolling together they would get only slightly off topic and goof off at time. Of course not enough to no longer be serious and to let anything important go. Finally she tossed her red locks over her shoulder, looking around as most of the people broke off and started their patrol.



May Fermana

May sighed softly, throwing her blonde hair into a messy bun before turning and saluting the Princess as she neared. She stayed silent, keeping her salute up as she listened to Aaron's words as he spoke to her. She listened to how the Princess explained how she was just taking a casual stroll around the hotel. Okay? If that was what she wanted to do then good for her. Since soldiers weren't around her she had guessed maybe she wanted to just be by herself for a while. Shrugging to herself she smiled welcomingly at the Princess. She always thought Beathas, the princess, was a genuinely good person. May stood there, saluting the Princess. When she mentioned each of their names she nodded. "That's right your highness," May mentioned kindly. "How are you this morning? How much have you seen around this hotel?" She asked curiously, trying to make conversation with the Princess. Not that she cared if she was supposed to or not. It was just to temporarily discussion topic for the Princess while she waited for Aaron to decide whether or not he wanted to escort the Princess just to make sure they still had an eye on her incase anything happened.



Clarissa Monety

Clarissa lifted her head as soon as she heard a feminine voice. Was she talking to her? Obviously because she was approaching her and who else would she even be talking to? No one... wait was that a cat? Quirking an eyebrow slightly at the feline she listened to everything that she had to say. Her hand gripping the map that her superiors had gave her so that she didn't get lost. Clarissa cleared her throat, watching, shocked when the girl kicked someone straight in the middle of their forehead and knocked them down. Well that was one way of handling it. She thought to herself while her free hand messed with the smooth fabric of her dress. Sighing softly she was just about to walk away to leave the area when the feline-human being apologized for her having to witness that situation and then went into the tensions between the countries how the warfare began and was formed. She nodded, taking in all the information. This was a good start, she was already getting more and more information and was processing it quickly so that she could take more information in. She processed the information given, moving the hand from her dress and running it quickly through her snowy white hair.

Her eyes fell on the piece of technology that the feline woman was holding and pressing buttons on. What was that? She thought to herself before lifting her eyes back to the feline woman's face. "Well, you seem like a nice-enough gal, so I'm not going to hold you up any longer. Where are you staying at? You look like you come from someplace else. Oh, and your name?" Her mind began to process this question. How was she going to answer two of those questions? Oh yeah she is an angel sent from the Heaven's to end this war and is staying no were at the moment. Licking her lips she cleared her throat and closed her eyes for a moment as if trying to remember where she was staying when she was actually trying to figure out what to say. "To answer your questions my name is Clarissa and I just came here from a much smaller kingdom." She answered smoothly. "I'm not really staying any where right now, but my friend had been communicating with me and trying to get me to stay with her for a little. That's mainly why I came here." She lied unflinchingly. A smile was plastered to her face, "What's your name?" She questioned curiously.

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Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez
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Saul turned his eyes in his son's direction as he listened to what he had to say. It was rather pointless to him, though, since the Prime Minister's authority was not absolute, even if he could possibly get away with some things. Parliament was a legislative body whose Prime Minister was chosen from the political party with the most seats. Lopez had executive powers, yes, yet they were still checked by the legislative branch of Parliament in some way.

Besides, he could understand how matters in policy making came to be. The final king with absolute authority in Metargo, about a thousand years ago, abused his authority in ways unimaginable today, which prompted the nobles of the time to rally the masses of the people and convince the royal family during that era to sign the first of several documents which gradually took away authority from the King and emplaced in a council which would eventually become Parliament. A thousand years have passed since that time, and here was the result. In all honesty, Saul was relieved that the royal family's authority has not been absolute for so long. In his eyes, that was one less thing to worry about abusing.

Karen’s eyes close to his, which was comforting, in all honesty, interrupted his thoughts. Hearing her words, he managed a soft smile. “Of course, Karen.” He laughed a little when she mentioned being prompt. “No problem with being early, I suppose. It would show that we are serious about this. I just finished what I wrote, so I’ll be waiting outside, my dear.”

Turning towards Scoar, he said to him, “I know you are trying to prove yourself, Scoar, but we already know you are capable.” Patting him on the shoulder as only a father would, he asked him, “Is it not that which counts?” With that, he went out the door and waited in the hallway.

--

Aaron nodded towards Beathas’ questions and heard what May said. He waited for the princess’ answer to Specialist Fermana’s question before saying anything. With the idle chat out of the way, Aaron said, “Since everyone is up, already, we should get on with the escort. May and Kyle shall go with your parents and brother.” A glare towards Kyle, he said to him, in particular, “And no funny business with anyone along the way to Diplomacy Hall, inside it, or coming out of it, Private!”

Kyle glared back. “It’s not like I don’t have boundaries or shame, Sergeant!”

Shrugging, Aaron then turned his attention back to Beathas. “I’ll come with you. And, as for Cain, I think it’s time he actually did as he was told, for once.” Getting on the commucations device on his concealed wristband, he contacted Cain with, “Specialist Numi, I’ve had enough of your goofing off! You’re part of Lion Team, now, which means you can’t go doing your own thing all the time! We’re here to escort the royal family, not to party, so get your ass over here to the hotel, right now! Don’t make me tell you again!” Hanging up, he told Beathyas, “Sorry, your highness, for the language, but Cain is so irritating, thinking he can run off all the time. Had he taken his part in the squadron seriously, I’ll bet the so-called ‘Eagle of Mercy’ would have been shot down during the invasion that took place here in Benjlakk, before we continued the4 fight with Mysticara.”

Kyle put his hand on Aaron’s shoulder while expressing his annoyance. “Oh, come on, Aaron! You’re not still hung up on Zechariah Malachi beating you in mech combat, are you?” Aaron’s glare made Private Scipio cross his arms angrily while glancing away with, “I know, stupid question. I’ll just be going with May to escort the rest of the family, like you said.”

While Kyle went with May to do that, Aaron was about to speak further when he spotted two Benjlakki soldiers coming their way, one of whom he was familiar with. Crossing his arms, his eyes motioned for Beathas to look in that direction while he said, “Well, what do you know? The famous ‘Eagle of Mercy’ has come to this building.” Glancing in Zechariah direction, he asked, “And, what would he be doing here?”

Zechariah saw and heard Aaron Lextu, whose voice he remembered well, which set his teeth on edge. With Aaron right in front of him, Zech answered the question while glaring back. “I happen to be patrolling, Aaron, plus helping out a new addition to Brown Wing Team. Don’t pretend we have anything to talk about, since you seem to only care about some stupid reputation, just like during the invasion.”

Aaron’s teeth were now gritting. “The Lextu family tradition is stupid, you say? What about the Malachi family tradition that you seem to be upholding, similar to my family tradition, along with your own] reputation? You take no pride in that?”

Zechariah clenched his fist that was hanging beside him. “Military tradition means nothing to me. I heard of the horrors of war, and I came to hate fighting because of that.”

“So, why did you fight, then?”

“I was drafted. I had no choice but to fight.”

Aaron scoffed at that response. “A Malachi that was drafted? That’s a laugh.” Glancing in Beathas’ direction, he posed the query, “Isn’t that right, Princess Beathas?”

“There’s a first time for everything, Aaron. Besidesâ€Ļ” Before he could say what else he wanted to say, the name all of a sudden registered into his mind, which made his eyes widen in shock, his anger quickly dissolved. “Wait a minute! Did you say Beathas?”

Aaron glanced back in his direction, “Of course, I did1 Is it really a surprise that the Princess of Metargo would be in Benjlakk for this event?”

“She’s theâ€Ļ Princess?”

Aaron crossed his arms. “Well, duh! You didn’t know that?”

Zechariah glanced in the girl’s direction and finally got a good look at her. It was definitely the same woman, which added to his surprise. “No, Iâ€Ļ I didn’t know.”

“And she did not know you were a member of the Malachi family, huh?”

Zechariah shook his head, then walked on over to the Princess. “Beathas, Iâ€Ļ I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I did not want you to focus on what the media or news said about me if you were to know I was actually this rumored ‘Eagle of Mercy’. I wanted you to focus on the real me, not what others say about me. I’m not some legend looking to make a bigger name of the Malachi family.” He took her hands gently, looking in her purple eyes with his blue ones, and continued. “I’m justâ€Ļ Zechariah. That is what matters, isn’t it?”

--

Sarxas glanced in Clarissa’s direction while pondering for a brief moment. “Hmmâ€Ļ a kingdom, you say, and a smaller one, at that? There are only two kingdoms out of the smaller nations, and you don’t look like a Dwarvaran. Is it safe to assume you are from Betaku, Clarissa?” Tapping on the tablet again, the tiger Feliniri immigrant added, “Well, anyway, the nearest hotel would be to the south of Diplomacy Square.” A piece of paper with directions came out, which she handed to the white-haired woman. “Here. The directions to the place are easy enough to follow. Oh, and my name is Sarxas. It's... Feliniri for 'Sarah'.”

--

Benjamin laughed a little when Clarissa spun around in her child-like way. Even after the hard fighting in the previous war, she maintained some degree innocence. “Well, lets’ go, then”

It took a bit to make it to the scientific sector of town, but they made it right when Benjamin received a message on his Communication Disk. It was from Lilira, which made his eyes widen. He had not contacted her in a while, and she wanted some time with him here, In Justicra, it seems. He tried to get in touch with her, but no response. Finally, he just left a message.

Hey, Lilira,

It’s me, Benjamin. I’m currently patrolling the scientific area with a friend. I should be near you, so If I see you, I’ll come talk to you, okay? Sorry for not getting in touch with you sooner.


Hanging up, Ben sighed and told Catrina. “That was a childhood friend of mine from back in Southeast Fertaninn, Lilira Nonora. We were very close before the war, not that a relationship started or anything. Although, I wish one had between her and I. I could have refused to enlist, but back then, I was bent on upholding the family name where my younger brother refused to until he was drafted, which kind of adds to the guilt for not getting in touch with her for a while.” His smile when looking at Catrina, again, was more of a sad one as he rubbed her head like a sibling would. “Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Let’s just get back to what we were doing.”

Continuing the patrol in the area, the last thing he expected was to see an unconscious individual dragged by two men in black suits and ties. “What theâ€Ļ” He took a closer look at who it was being dragged, then noticed the brown-haired girl as the same one that just tired to get in touch with him. That made his eyes widened as he sprinted in that direction. ”Lilira!”

It was at that moment that the man not holding on to the unconscious girl pulled out a plasma handgun and fired upon Ben, whom barely had enough time to evade and take cover behind a wall while motioning for Catrina to do the same. Once he was certain the redhead was beside him and safe for the moment, he shouted, “Damn! That guy has had military training, I can tell!” Pulling out his own handgun, the Corporal leaped out of cover to shoot the attacker in the head, only to find out Lilira was already in the hovercar and vanishing. ”No!” Just as he said that, one of the men in the car threw an grenade in his direction, which he got out of the way of in time to grab Catrina and pull her away from the blast. Looking at the redhead, he asked, “You okay?”

--

Gracchus laughed with Machara for a moment. “Well, coffee in bed does sound nice for everybody. I may do that, sometime.” Shrugging, he added, “And yes, there are big plans. We are, after all, escorting the Chieftain of Natrulkra and the Head Councilor of Mysticara. All three of us have been chosen for that.”

While everyone else grabbed a mug, Agathe added, “I am a bit worried, though: not just that this meeting may turn out unproductive, but also because of this alliance we are forming with Caninisia. That country and Felinir have had a rivalry in several ways over the years, something that has caused friction between them. Should this alliance become official, the Feliniri might side with Metargo just to oppose the Caninisians.”

Gracchus nodded. “I know. That is disturbing. But, there’s nothing we can do about it, so we’ll just worry about what’s going on here, for now.” Laughing some more, he added, “Anyway, Machara, about being coffee crazy. I grew up around coffee farmers, so it can’t be helped, right?”

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Catrina Ramirez

Catrina looked around, staying by Benjamin's side until he got a notification on his communication device. When he explained to her about who had been trying to communicate with him, and explained about his old friend she smiled warmly. She wish she still had contact with her childhood friends. "Awwwww," She said quickly and gently nudged him. "Who says it's too late though Ben?" She asked softly, raising a single eyebrow ever so slightly in a questioning look. She nodded when he told her not to worry about it, playfully flicking his hand away as he proceeded to mess with her hair like a big brother would. "Hey," She grumbled, acting like she was angry even though it was evident that the small smile that was breaking through that she was far from angry with him. He was like the big brother she lost when she was younger, even though she didn't have any memory of him other than how her parent's would described him she pictured Benjamin kind of like him other than well the fact that her brother was a complete red head and a lot thinner than Benjamin.

Catrina sighed softly, jumping when she heard Benjamin call out a name. Surprised she looked around, seeing a girl being dragged away. Are you serious?! Her eyes widened ever so slightly before she shook her head and went to aid in getting his friend back. She fumbled with the gun in her holster, sputtering every so slightly when she saw the plasma handgun and how he shot directly at Benjamin who, of course, skillfully dodged it. She let out a long breath before dodging towards Benjamin. Her hands at this moment were the only ones shaking as she finally managed to slide the gun from its holster. Everything happened so freaking fast. There was a no that came from Benjamin as well as him grabbing her and pulling her away just as she heard a pretty loud explosion go off. By the time Benjamin asked if she was alright Catrina's entire body was shaking with fear. She rubbed her face, grabbing at her red, curly locks. "F-fine," She muttered softly in response. "A-are you alright?" She asked softly, trying not to cry. Obviously she was scared to death, everything was happening so fast and she was no way any help to Benjamin and that girl.



May Fermana

May nodded to the Princess, keeping the smile on her face while she was looking at the Princess. She waved to her once and then looked to Aaron and Kyle as they talked. She shook her head, even rolling her eyes. Those two never really got along, and of course she knew why. Kyle was frustrating at times, but she did admit Kyle wasn't completely terrible. May sighed after Aaron gave them their instructions. "Yes sir," She said and rolled her eyes again while she turned towards Kyle. May walked towards him and even past him. She began to lead the way towards the important family that they were to protect and escort to where they were supposed to get. "So Kyle, how did you sleep last night?" She asked curiously, glancing over her shoulder at him while they walked. Her pace slowed ever so slightly so that she wouldn't loose him because she walked to fast.



Clarissa Monety

Clarissa smiled, and nodded to each of Sarah's questions. Taking the directions she looked them over once, "thank you." She said politely. "Oh and it was nice to meet you Sarah. I must be going, but I would like to say thank you for your help." She smiled warmly at the feline before nodding and fleeing from the area. She made sure to get away from the square so that she would not run into someone else that would ask her a bunch of questions about where she was coming from and where she was going. Clarissa brushed her long white hair over her shoulder and practically floated down the street and past a few people as she went down the street, following the directions that the feline woman, Sarah, had given her. Shaking her head she quickly placed the map in a bag that she had brought with her and retrieved the other map that the angel's had given her. She momentarily looked over the map, and decided that just looking around would be a good idea and getting to know the area would be a good idea so that is what she did.

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Kyle shrugged a bit. "I slept all right, I guess." It was a lie, of course, and it showed in his eyes. Every night, he would have the same dream, one which would leave him in tears. You see, he was not always a perverted stooge. At one point in his life, he was honestly a more innocent person, though still a bit of a stooge. That was, until certain events which occurred which would change his life forever, a series of events he tried to forget via vice. Just the question on whether he slept well made those memories come to life in his head. So much so, he could barely hold his emotions back. "I-I'm sorry, May. I just... never sleep that well, for personal reasons. Let's just get back to what we were doing."

--

Meanwhile, Saul saw Scoar come out to the hall while on a comm device. Upon hearing who it was on there, the king lightly grinned while chuckling. "Cain is a great man, very respectable. Although, Aaron Lextu has been having trouble keeping him from running off, lately. I suppose we should have told Aaron about Cain's previous profession so he would understand why he does what he does." As the conversation continued, Karen came out and hugged Saul while mentioning she would be exploring the hotel, right before pecking him on the cheek. He responded by hugging back and nodding before letting go.

Afterwards, Kyle and May arrived in front of both Saul and Scoar. Turning his attention in their direction, Saul said, "Good morning, Kyle, May. Where is Aaron?"

Kyle saluted while responding with, "He volunteered to escort Princess Beathas, your majesty."

Saul nodded, then tilted his head while asking Kyle, "Did you get to sleep at all, this time, Mr. Scipio?"

Kyle's eyes widened. It was that, again. Times like this made him wish Aaron did not say anything about that nuclear meltdown to the King to begin with. Turning his head to the side while dropping his arm, his eyes turned to those of sadness as he replied with, "Not really. It's always that same dream."

"About your sister?"

Private Scipio nodded. "That damn meltdown destroyed the rest of my family back at my hometown, leaving only myself, Aaron, my sister, and a few other people to live on. Aaron is not related to me, mind you, but my sister, Adara, she meant everything to me. More than anything, I wanted her to grow up, find a guy that would respect her, and live peacefully and safely. The treatment for the resulting radioactive sickness that inflicted her was expensive, so I turned to gambling and other vices to try to pay for it." The tears finally began to come up, albeit slowly. "She died in the hospital before that could happen. Since then, I just wasn't the same; I tried to forget about it, but I couldn't." Brushing those tears away, he added, "But, you already know that from listening to Aaron. I don't really tell a ton of people."

Saul put a hand on Kyle's shoulder in comfort. "I doubt your sister would want you to dwell on the past so much."

Kyle nodded, then asked, "Where is the Queen?"

Saul laughed a little. "Knowing her, she probably went to the courtyard to check it out. I am betting Beathas will be there, as well."

"I'll head down there, then. I'll bet Aaron will be there, too, since he is escorting the Princess."

--

Zechariah listened to Beathas and smiled slightly, softly, as was customary. It must be rough for her, since she probably has a harder time letting the real her come out. shrugging at her own apology, he said, "Don't worry about it." Letting go, he added, "Well, I better get back to the patrol. I'll keep in touch, okay?"

Zechariah then turned around and walked on back towards Larry, who seemed to be confused by the whole thing. While walking beside him and continuing the patrol, Zech said to the corporal, "I supposed you are confused as to what went on." He sighed before continuing. "Well, Beathas and I met before, on an island off the coasts of Fertaininn. There was a solar technology convention going on at that island when she and I accidentally bumped into each other. I was having some R&R at the time, so I didn't have my uniform on, nor was I willing to admit that I was a Malachi or the Eagle of Mercy. It is known across the world, especially all over Benjlakk, that the Malachi family's family tradition is one of military valor and service. I'm kind of sick of being known by the family legacy, or my title, or even by my military background. I just... want to be treated like any other person. That is why I did not tell Beathas that I am a Malachi." Looking at Vance, he added, "I am kind of relieved that I was not the only one with a secret. Although, it is sad, as well. I mean, Beathas likely has to deal with some of the same things I do, albeit in a different form."

---

Aaron rolled his eyes at Zech, right before asking Beathas, "Well, your highness, would you like to see the courtyard? I hear Benjlakki landscaping is rather impressive."

Waiting for her approval, he escorted her to there, where he spotted Karen looking up at the mechs. Aaron simply waited by the door which led back into the hotel. Kyle came soon after and spooted all three, then looked up. It was surprising that Mysticara and Elvera had mechs to begin with.

Kyle glanced in Aaron's direction. "Why do Mysticara and Elvera even have mechs? Don't they have mainly Golems?"

Aaron shrugged. "Mostly. There is a minority in both nations that is not that great at spellcasting, however, so they need to accommodate that minority." Tilting his head sideways, Sergeant Lextu changed the subject. "You look like you haven't rested, at all, last night."

Kyle glared at Aaron. "You know I don't sleep well at night."

"The dream, right? You still feel are dealing with the loss of your sister, Adara, due to radioactive sickness caused by the nuclear meltdown in our hometown that was largely destroyed?"

Private Scipio nodded slowly before having his head downcast in sadness. "Yeah... I was so close to being able to pay for that life-saving treatment, but ended up watching her die, instead. My sweet little sister didn't deserve that fate."

Aaron nodded, then his angry persona came back all over again. "You'd think Parliament would look at that wake-up call! But, no, they insisted that progress dictated we keep going the route we are going. It's no wonder our average life expectancy back at Metargo is decreasing while that in Benjlakk and Mysticara is increasing. The Benjlakki and Mysticarans actually get it, as much as I hate to admit that! The cowards and the tree-huggers are really embarrassing us!"

Kyle glared again while speaking sarcastically, "Well, thanks a lot, Doc! That really helps!"

---

Benjamin nodded towards Catrina. "I'm okay, except..." He turned his head sideways in anger. "Those bastards took Lilira! On top of that, they had military training! We're going after them! Once we find them, we'll tell Zech! I'd like to avoid as much panic as possible!"

Just then, his comm disk rang, which he answered, since it was Kenny, a fellow Brown Wing. "What's the scenario, Kenny?"

"Corporal, I saw on Security Nano-Cameras the incident. There also appears to be similar happenings in other areas of the city. It seems two separate groups are doing this. One seems to have a more modern appearance than the other. Want me to inform Zechariah, or the President?"

"No, we don't know for sure who they are. Making a fuss without any further knowledge would only make things worse. Plus, it could endanger the people kidnapped. Send out the sentinel probes and have them assist Catrina and I with the search for their hideout spot, or spots, either way."

"yes, sir."

Hanging up before reloading his handgun and setting it to stun, this time, he told Catrina, "The sooner we get started, the better our chances of rescuing the captives."

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Gracchus nodded to what Machara said about whatever will happen will happen. Listening further, he chuckled some. "Well, there is more to me than that. I do enjoy hunting and swimming. You know, physical stuff like that. Plus, I do like a great spellcasting face-off where we try to knock each other off balance. That is always fun, so long as nobody is seriously hurt."

With that, he proceeded to prepare mugs of coffee for everybody else that came. he did not want to leave anyone out. Of course, he realized this was not the time to discuss certain possible events to Sicari, yet, whom likely still hates her homeland of Caninisia. He will have to wait until it actually happens to let her know. The poor woman may have had enough on her mind as it was.

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Catrina sighed softly, looking around momentarily. It wasn't until Benjamin spoke that she snapped out of her tiny daze and looked over at him. She stared at him, lips in a tight line as she listened to him. When he became angry and yelled she couldn't help but to jump. Catrina cleared her throat and messed with her red hair, waiting for him to make his move or to give her instructions on what they were to do. It was then that Benjamin got a message on his communication disk, and that she began to mess with her handgun which had already been placed on stun. After they talked he informed her about how they needed to go ahead and begin to look for the captives. "Alright, lets go then." Catrina responded finally, her voice trembling a little.



May Fermana

May sighed softly, staying by Kyle's side as he spoke about how he rarely gets sleep. She nodded and gave him a small sympathetic look for a second. Upon spotting the King she became very much serious as she approached the King. She listened to the conversation that went on between Kyle and the King. Never once did she say a word or even give an indication that she felt even the little bit sorry for Kyle and what happened to his sister. It was true, she could feel sympathy towards someone, and while part of her wanted to cry and hug Kyle for what happened to him the other part of her forced her to stay almost as serious as possible as if she had heard this story a million times before.

After the conversation she rolled her eyes as Kyle decided that he was going to go get the Queen who was supposed to be in the garden. May began to gently chew on her bottom lip until Kyle was no longer in sight. May glanced over at the King and gave him a gentle smile. "Good morning your majesty. How did you sleep last night?" She asked finally in an attempt to make some kind of conversation with the King. She shifted once from one foot to the other.



Clarissa Monety

Clarissa shrugged when a male bumped into her. "No worries sir," She mentioned politely. She stopped monetarily, thinking for a split second about where he could possibly be going. Maybe he could tell her more about this area. That one feline woman seemed to be in a bit of a rush so she had doubted she could get a couple of questions in. Maybe this male might know more about this area or could be going some where that would be helpful to her. Once she could barley see him she gently pushed by people, trailing ever so slightly behind him until she saw... what was it... a library? Perfect. She grinned as she practically floated into the library. Clarissa smoothed her dress down as she entered the library and began walking around. She completely forgot about the individual whom of which she had bumped into and had lead her to this wonderful place. Clarissa made her way around the library, looking at several books, and even scanning ever now and then through a couple of them that looked even a bit interesting or appealing to her.

The setting changes from Myrstrarkia to Benjlakk

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Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez
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((Pardon the time skip in certain areas of the post. I want to get to the main action as soon as possible, with minimum stalling.))

Saul responded to May's question with, "I slept fine, thank you, May." Turning towards Scoar, he said, "Well, it should be close to time for us to head over to Diplomacy Square's Diplomacy Hall, so why don't we wait for your mother at the doors to the hotel?"

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Little did Clarissa suspect that she would have other angels helping her, though since it was her assignment, she had to do most of the work. It just so happened one of the other angels, a young male, was in disguise as a human working as a librarian at the Justicra Library, known for its vast collection of documents, books, maps, and other forms of media from across Benjlakk and beyond. This fairly recent post the male angel in disguise was given (thanks to a job opening at the library) was quite handy for gaining knowledge on things fellow angels needed to know.

This angel, named Ezra, noticed Clarissa arrive, right on schedule. While still in disguise, he walked on over to the girl and asked, "May I help you with anything, miss?" Glancing over at the books she was scanning earlier, he grinned a little. "I see you are interested in what is going on beyond the borders of Benjlakk. Those happenings have been a hot topic, lately, especially the off-and-on fighting between Metargo and Mysticara. Let's see..." scanning the nearby shelves, he picked out two books, one on the history of Mysticara, the other a book on Metargo's history, prior to showing them to Clarissa. "Knowing a country's past is crucial in understanding why people from there fight, don't you agree?"

Ezra set those two books on a nearby table before pulling out two more. "This book with a light blue cover delves into Benjlakk's history, if that interests you at all, since you seem to be the curious type. One of the most recent events you will find in this one is the Invasion on Fertaninn that was conducted by Metargo a few years ago before it was repelled. An especially interesting topic on that particular event happens to be the confrontations between Metargo's Aaron Lextu, dubbed the Falcon of Fury, and our own Zechariah Malachi, commonly known as the Eagle of Mercy. The book on Metargo's history goes into detail on that invasion, as well, in case you would like a different perspective on what happened during that time."

Ezra continued to describe the books, knowing the information inside each would be crucial, yet not letting Clarissa know he was actually a fellow angel. "The brown-covered book here entails of a most peculiar find, located deep within the deserts of Omegara. from a distance, it appears to be some sort of temple with a ton of statues surrounding it, yet a closer look indicates the figures could actually be the supernaturally frozen bodies of warriors and soldiers from the dawn of human civilization, as the markings on the armor, shields, and flags suggest they could be some of the ancestors of the people that eventually founded Benjlakk and Metargo. The frozen figures are shown to be fighting each other, some, particularly the ones falling to the ground due to dying of strikes to critical areas or simply being knocked down in some way, are even floating in midair. To figures locked in blade combat, in particular, are so similar in appearance to Zechariah Malachi and Aaron Lextu, you have to wonder if the Malachi family and the Lextu family are descended from those two frozen men. Nobody has been able to get inside the temple itself, though. It's almost as if it is waiting for certain individuals to arrive there."

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Kyle and Aaron turned their heads to look at the Queen. Listening to what Karen said, Kyle pointed his thumb at Aaron. "Sergeant's idea. I went along with it."

Aaron glared at Kyle. "You were headed towards the King earlier, right? Did he say anything about not escorting the Queen until it is time?"

"No, he didn't say anything."

Aaron face-palmed himself prior to stating, "You could have asked King Saul about it, you know."

Kyle glared back at Aaron, at this point. "Then, you'd be pissed at me for not following your orders, Aaron!"

"That's beside the point!"

Kyle rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the Queen. "Pardon us, your Majesty. This happens a lot."

Aaron nodded. "Yes, it does." Lextu's comm device rang, which he answered and received a message from Saul, basically telling him they needed to get going. "Looks like it's time to head over to the meeting in Diplomacy Hall, at the center of Diplomacy Square."

While Kyle escorted the Queen, Aaron waited by the door for Beathas. He was escorting her, after all. Since her presence was not all that necessary for the meeting, she did not have to go there. So, wherever Beathas wanted to go, Aaron would go with her to ensure she is safe and sound.

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Agathe gave a simple wave towards Sicari, not knowing much else to do around her due to how the Caninisian conducts herself. At any rate, She considered the canine humanoid someone to look up to. She wanted to know more about the older woman's past, yet the Lieutenant always eluded from the topic, which caused Agathe to not press the matter since then.

Gracchus shrugged when Sicari refused the offer of coffee prior to answering with, "We have enough time to go over some files made on an elite mech team, as well as go over a couple files of other people whom we might come across, be it on or off the battlefield." Bringing out the papers from his compartment, he set them out on the table for everyone present to see. "All right, now, we have fought some fierce Metargo forces before, but should negotiations fail and we resume fighting, we are likely to come across Lion Team, the very best unit of mech pilots they can throw at us. When not protecting the royal court, they are known to wreak havoc on their opponents' lines, ranging from mech-to-mech combat, to mech-to-golem combat, and even when it comes to bringing down ships. Do not underestimate them."

Pointing towards the file for a snowy-blond-haired man in a grey leather uniform typical of Metargo military officers from the northern regions of the Kingdom's mainland, Gracchus continued. "Their leader, a sergeant by the name of Aaron Lextu, is a legendary soldier from a lineage renown for major achievements on the battlefield. He has downed more Benjlakki mechs in the Ninth Invasion on Fertaninn than any other Metargo mech pilot to date, his skilled matched only by that of Zechariah Malachi, a Benjlakki soldier from an equally prestigious military family, whom defeated Aaron more than once. His preferred weapons are rapid-fire beam rifles and double-bladed beam swords, favoring firepower and strength during combat. Be sure not to be hit by him when engaging. Otherwise, you will be in a tight spot from the start."

Bringing out a file, which was basically a compilation of old news articles and photos taken by the local media, Gracchus said, "Aaron's Benjlakki rival, Zechariah Malachi, was actually drafted, the first in his family lineage to ever join the Benjlakki military that way. He eventually built up his skills to where he can easily defeat his foes without killing them, thus earning the title 'Eagle of Mercy'. When not on duty, he has been spotted going to solar technology conventions within and near the region of Fertaninn, which suggests he has some sort of expertise on devices powered by solar energy."

Gracchus just got finished going through the rest of the files he had to when he heard footsteps in the distance, beyond the room. By the sounds, there were three people coming their way. He was at the door the moment the three stopped. The elf saluted by pounding his fist onto his chest. "Head Councilor Pericles, Chieftain Achilleas, it a pleasure to see you two in person." Glancing over at the third, younger man curiously, he asked, "And who might you be, sir?"

The 18-year-old Caninisian boy shrugged. "Willkarta Kirtiru. I help with developing technology here in Benjlakk, especially weapons."

Gracchus' curiosity now peaked. "Kirtiru is a Feliniri surname, isn't it? I guess that means you were adopted?"

Willkarta lowered his head. "Yes. All I can remember about my life before ending up in Felinir, though, is that my biological parents were of high rank in a clan or something like that." Glancing back forward, he added, "We were all on board a small vessel. I think it was called the Shorsu 4. Anyway, I heard what I guess was armed fighting on deck, and the next thing I knew, I was shoved in an escape sub that was set on autopilot for the Feliniri coast that was nearby at the time. The family that took me in is entirely Feliniri by blood. We all moved here, to Benjlakk, to avoid the fuss of politics between Felinir and Caninisia." Looking sideways while tilting his head in his puppy-like way, Willkarta took notice of a fellow Caninisian. "IS it just me, or do I remember that woman from somewhere?"

Gracchus raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

Willkarta turned around while scratching his head. "Nevermind. My memory is kind of hazy before Felinir, and I guess it all comes to a blur, sometimes. Anyway, shall we go to Diplomacy Hall, within Diplomacy Square?"

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Over at Diplomacy Hall, once everyone was seated, President Howard Anderson began the conference by stating that order shall be kept at all times. Each individual shall be called to speak up when pointed to while raising their hand, along with other procedures and protocol. As expected, matters did turn a bit hostile, yet nothing that could not be calmed down. And , of course, the usual slander directed towards one another. Saul clutched his forehead out of stress. Meanwhile, Gracchus did something similar. Anderson himself showed signs of stress, as well, having to keep things orderly in the midst of such hostility threatening to make it chaotic. The President eventually opened the floor to the next person to raise their hand to speak.

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It took a while, but Benjamin and Catrina finally found the hovercar, which was parked in front of an abandoned building. Ben took out one of the solar-powered scanning devices and used it on the building in question and the ones near it. What he found out was frightening: not only was that one building sheltering the men who took Lilira, but another one on the same street had people being held hostage, as well. It was just as Ken said: two groups of people, in different clothing, holding captives. Benjamin contacted Zechariah at once.

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Zechariah was relieved that Larry was not one to focus on what the media says. It made things somewhat easier for him. At the final statement, he replied with, "Well, I guess I haven't been paying much attention to foreign happenings, since I was more concentrated on solar technology over the years." Further patrol of the hotel and the area around it was conducted before his comm disk beeped and he answered it. "What is it, Ben?" Benjamin's explanation made Zechariah go wide-eyed in shock. "Oh, no... This is a direct violation of our neutrality. Not to mention, a friend of ours is in trouble. This will not end well, either way." Hagning up, he turned sent a message to the rest of Brown Wing Team while saying to Larry, "Come on! We're going to rescue some civilians held hostage by two different groups of people!" Once he informed Brown Wing Team, he contacted Naval Headquarters with the emergency before sprinting off to the street where the hostages and kidnappers were.

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Zechariah loaded his stun-set plasma handguns while explaining the scenario to Larry. "Some of our own citizens, including a friend Ben and I know by the name of Lilira Nonora, whom is the daughter of a prestigious military technician, have been kidnapped by two different groups of people. These suspects we are going to face apparently had military training from what my brother told of the two men who took Lilira hostage. I've got an itchy feeling each of those two groups of suspects is from a different nation. Given the current stalemate between Metargo and Mysticara, we could be looking at a violation of Benjlakk's neutrality. Set your weapons to stun. I've contacted Naval Headquarters, since they are closer to the area we are headed towards. While we handle one building, they will handle the other."

Brown Wing Team met up with Benjamin and Catrina door of the building they would handle. Sarxas was holding the rifle she confiscated. Zechariah could tell the designs were not ordinary.

Sarxas explained with, "I had to confiscate it from a Metargo soldier, a Ghost, of all people. He looked like he was going to snipe someone inside Diplomacy Hall. The strange thing is, he did not resist, at all. I let him off with a warning." She then picked up that same familiar scent coming closer. "Oh, great... He's coming..."


Zechariah gave the hand signal to first set all weapons to stun, then to get in formation R-12 Phalanx, a defensive formation sometimes used in ambushes, where two lines are formed, one in front with the soldiers in it having one knee on the ground, the other line directly behind it with all those in that line standing straight up. Both lines would typically have rifles pointed forward, bayonets attached in case anyone came close. However, they were not looking to kill, so there were to bayonets attached to whatever rifles whomever had, and all weapons were set to stun.

Once the person Sarxas mentioned arrived, she shouted, "That's him!"

Zechariah shouted towards the man, "Don't move, Ghost!"

It was then Sarxas shook her head. "Don't you know better than to follow a Feliniri who confiscated a weapon from you, knowing that your scent could be picked up from more than a mile away by said Feliniri individual?" She proceeded with holding the rifle she confiscated from him with both hands, right before she swiftly lifted her knee up with such force that the rifle bent to the point of being U-shaped. "I guess you just wasted your energy trying to get this back." Sarxas dropped the bent weapon before stating, "Now, if you'll excuse us, we got more important matters to attend to."

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Nobody in Diplomacy Hall wanted to say anything, so Saul took the initiative to take the moment to finally give the speech he intended to give. It was a combination of stating why both sides fought, making sure not to offend either side with biases as much as possible, and giving his own stance on how Metargo is faring in attempting to make its industry more environmentally friendly. Of interest was the following:

"It is no simple task to transition from one direction to another, though I suppose that is what progress as we all understand it is: there is always opposition to change, thus never an easy road may benefit society in the long run. As of now, Parliament has many men and women seated whom oppose doing anything to reduce the environmental harm on the grounds of a crumbling economy taking root because of all the regulations that would be required, plus the cost of enforcing such regulations. However, there are Metargo citizens working beyond politics to make a change for the better of nature and civilization simultaneously, though progress with it has been slow, at best. I realize this is not what Marcus Pericles hoped to hear from me, yet it is how I understand the happenings within the Kingdom. I am neither glorifying the Metargo Kingdom nor vilifying the Mysticaran Federation when I say all this."

After the speech, Marcus Pericles stood up to give his sentiments. "King Saul, your words are admirable. However, your Prime Minister, Romano Lopez, does not share your point of view. So long as he stands in the way, so long as he continues to back the death bringers amongst the Metargo, the time spent on wait for results is time in which more life in nature vanishes."

Gracchus decided he had enough of the antagonizing and spoke up, "Head Councilor, do you honestly think what we're doing is any better with this war going on? Not only have we done equal harm in our crusade, but also left countless people without homes, food, or water. Neither side is getting anywhere with all this fighting. Word is, you've been discussing an alliance with the Caninisian Empire from behind the scenes, without considering how the Feliniri States would respond to that. We have to face reality: the conflict escalated to the point where it has become a war of constant retaliation. How does anyone benefit from that, might I ask?"

President Anderson took a moment to let what transpired so far sink in before using his gavel to silence the murmuring amongst the people present in Diplomacy Hall. "This conference is on hold so we can all take a break and think on everything discussed. We shall continue in forty-five minutes." Once everyone disbursed amongst themselves, a soldier came up to him to whisper about what was going on outside Diplomacy Hall, notably the hostage issue. "That is... disturbing..."

Meanwhile, during this break, Agathe was able to talk to Prince Scoar, whom she noted had his attention on her for a brief moment during the discussions. She thought his blush and all was cute, yet she also knew there was the possibility of seeing him on the battlefield. Either way, she figured this was the opportunity to at least try to make a friend, in case peace is agreed upon. "Hello? Prince Scoar? I noticed you were a bit flustered. Are you all right? Oh, and I'm Agathe, by the way."

Kyle, in the meantime, decided to chat with May. "Say, have you noticed how Aaron's been calming down some when around us?" Nudging her mischievously, he suggested, "I bet it might have to do with a certain lady with an attitude he admires. Trust me, I've known him since a few years before either of us were soldiers, and I could tell you some things he would not open up about, not that I would tell you all of that."

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Vance listened to the situation explained by Zechariah. This didn't seem good. Such an upset could set off a powder keg, forcing Benjlakk into war. Understanding the necessity of stopping this, Vance followed the Sergeant setting his own weapon to stun as well. Soon Vance met up with the rest of Brown Wing Team. Apparently ready to handle whatever business is inside this building. The rest of the team set their weapons to stun and entered a familiar formation. Vance took his place. It was then one of the Ghosts appeared, as the Feliniri said.

Though he was easily caught, there must be a larger cell. Most likely still inside. Whatever they are doing it can't be good. Especially if they had weapons directed at Diplomacy Hall. If they managed to assassinate a dignitary well, Benjlakk would be in trouble. Being forced into the war against either side, depending on who would have been shot. Vance awaited further orders.

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Saul smiled softly when Karen said he did remarkable back in the room. His smile disappeared at the mention of something being amiss that was bothering Benjlakk's president. Before he could say anything, though, his communication rod rang, prompting him to answer. It was Cain, whom talked about a battle going on in the outskirts of town, as well as a cat person who kept him from doing things as planned.

"A Feliniri, you mean? Well, that was to be expected, since so many Feliniri and Caninisians immigrate to Benjlakk from Felinir and Caninisia. Unlike us humans, whom require technology or genetic alteration for the same results most of the time, Feliniri and Caninisians naturally have uncanny senses that enable them to detect an individual from a distance of at least a mile and a half. Both non-human species are also deadly in combat due to higher stamina, speed, strength, and flexibility. The Ghost Project wanted to create super-soldiers that could match such feats in regards to combat, though the it was felt the higher sensitivity would be too much of a burden. I am not sure why this project you were in was initiated to begin with, though I do trust you, and that is enough for me. At any rate, concerning this battle, perhaps you can use the camera probes to record it? Have one stealthily capturing footage within each building you feel it is going on at. You have three total, so use them wisely."

After hanging up, Saul turned towards his wife. "There is certainly something afoot that we are unaware of."

Meanwhile, Agathe was taken aback by what Scoar asked. "What I would do if Mysticara was run by..." She turned her head sideways. "I... I believe we sort of have that in Marcus Pericles, the current Head Councilor. Then again, like the Prime Minister Of Metargo needs Parliament for things to be approved, the Federation Council keep the Head Councilor in check. I feel it is more than just what one person wants, it is the attitude reflected by the person's supporters. Knowing that, I can't really put all the blame on one individual or the other. While some things may not need approval, a great deal does. But, anyway, my personal reaction is what I express each day, which is a daily questioning of why we are fighting, to begin with. Everyday on the battlefield, more destruction I see. It's just as Gracchus said, we've also done our share of environmental harm, even if we did not intend it during those battles. There just seems to be no point, anymore. It's as if my volunteering into the Natrulkra Tribal Force in order to protect everyone in the tribe has turned into something else entirely."

Glancing back at to look at Scoar with a soft smile, albeit a forced one, she added, "Although, I can kind of understand why Marcus has that mentality. He's lived for about 200 years, and has seen more combat than any of us present put together. I guess all the chaotic things from that has made him more than a little bitter on the inside, if not simply emotionless, having to witness failure after failure to protect someone or something. I'm not sure how I'd feel after witnessing so much destruction and death over a long period of time. I'd hate to imagine how Gracchus would turn up in a similar scenario, since he's also an elf who will live for centuries longer than a human like us."

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Suddenly, the radios and screens all over the District of Justicra fell silent for a moment and, even in Diplomacy Hall, this announcement was made by a man from the Benjlakki Republic Navy: "Attention District of Justicra: We received a report from the Eagle of Mercy, Sergeant Zechariah Malachi, that there is a hostage situation along the outskirts of town, first made aware by Corporal Benjamin Malachi within the Research Sector of town. All available and selected troops and security must respond to this crisis. Be alert: the kidnappers have been observed to have had military training. Proceed to Protocol 13. Repeat: Proceed to Protocol 13."

With that, alarms everywhere sounded, joined in by the storm of military feet and commands. The officials inside Diplomacy Hall were commanded by the soldier in charge of the building's security to gather everyone they came with and head back to their vessels to leave, and he was quite hostile in giving that command. Rifles were pointed at foreign bodyguards and other military personnel from different countries, not just in the building, but everywhere in the District of Justicra. Out of all the Benjlakki in town, only President Anderson remained calm. The other residents, specifically the civilians, were spouting words of rage at how their neutrality was violated from under their noses, demanding retribution. Some Metargo and Mysticaran soldiers skirmished with the local garrison out of anger while protesting their innocence, only to be shot down or arrested on the spot. All other foreign military personnel, be it involved in the ongoing war or not, cooperated and returned to their ships.

Aaron, with Beathas by his side on the royal shuttle, was downright ticked off by what just happened, which showed in the colorful language he used. Kyle simply punched a wall once on board. They had no idea what was going on aside from a hostage situation. Saul held Karen's hand to calm his nerves while giving a quick glance towards his daughter in pity, as this was supposed to be her time to relax from royal duties, a rare time, indeed.

Gracchus, however, remained calm while stepping onto one of the Golem ships with the rest of the Green Golem Riders, the Natrulkra Chieftain, the Chieftain's daughter, and, of course, Marcus Pericles. Agathe culd not help but frown in sadness that she and Scoar were treated in such a hostile manner once Protocol 13 was announced.

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Once the former Ghost was gone, Brown Wing Team stormed into the abandoned building and was met with plasma fired, which was blocked thanks to an automatic Plasma Force Field. Zechariah took a careful examination of the ambushers' uniforms while the enemy ceased fire as quickly as they engaged to wait for the force field to turn off. "These are definitely Metargo soldiers, elite ones, too, by the markings and grey colors. They are likely extremists, though, since the Royal family often likes to fight fair and not involve other countries in their fights. That's all I know, though, aside from the fact that since Lilira was kidnapped, too, the enemy likely wanted information on our military technology. The Metargo Prime Minister may have had a hand in it, but we can't worry about that, now. The civilians are our priority. Kenny, scan the area for a route to the captives. Sarxas, once the force field is down, we need you to knock out any snipers and explosives users they may have on the higher-leveled locations. Ayoto, you launch the stun grenades where you can. Larry, you and your taskforce take cover and provide covering fire. Everyone else is with me: we're securing the stairs and ladders. Once that is done, all Brown Wings will form up and go upstairs to the floor we need to go once Kenny is finished scanning."

The results were in, and Kenny said, "The civilians are on the top floor." Almost immediately after that, the force field went down, signaling the start of the real battle.

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Catrina Ramirez
Staying close to Benjamin probably wasn't the best idea for Catrina because she was becoming emotional. He was so angry. He was like the brother that she lost. Catrina balled her hands up into fists as she tried to push the memory and all the emotions away. Obviously it didn't work for too long. She pulled her knees to her chest, gazing out the window until they got to where they were supposed to go. This is where she quickly got out of the car, and waited for the rest of the team. Once they were there she did her job, she did what she was supposed to do. Unsure of what was going on she just did what she was instructed to do, following the examples of other soldiers. It wasn't until she felt something wet rolling down her face that she turned away. She pulled in a long breath, sniffling as she lifted a hand to her cheek and brushed away the tear that was rolling down her cheek. She wasn't sure what was going on. Everything was just happening so fast and memories were flooding their way back to her head. She didn't want to be here. It had been so easy, what were they doing here? What was the point off being here at this building for one male. She sniffled again the tears returning before she finally crept away. Once away she just kept walking until finding a place between building's where she wouldn't be notice. Ducking into the place between building's she slumped down onto the ground, pulling her knees to her chest and just started crying. At the moment she didn't care if Benjamin got worried that he couldn't find her, she didn't care if her team couldn't find her because all she cared about was disappearing for a little while. The memory of her brother hit her just then and it made her cry more.
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It had already been a gloomy day, it was raining, and the skies were dark with clouds. Little Catrina sat at the dinning table working on something while her parents finished washing dishes after lunch. All Catrina could think about was how the next day was when her brother would return. Where he wouldn't be working as a solider and how he would spend time with her again. The excitement had almost been overwhelming so when she heard a knock on their door she jumped up. Was he here? Was he early? Could it be Amber, her aunt, coming over? This late? She grinned, jumping up before her parent's could make a move. Tossing the door open she grinned until the door was completely open. Her parent's stood behind her, silent. That didn't happen often unless it was a bad occasion. "Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez?" Catrina heard them say just before her parent's sent her into the other room. The next thing she heard horrified her. A noise she had never heard before come from her mother. It echoed through the house as she her mother cried when they told her parent's how her brother was dead. No one told her how it happened, to this day she doesn't know. Little Catrina went into the room where her parent's were and where the men were exiting. They closed the door and that's when the real sobs began. Her father threw things around, yelling horrible words before collapsing to the ground. Catrina didn't know what was going on. Her mother cried her brother's name, asked why they took him, and began to beg for him back. The intelligent girl who Catrina was figured it out quickly. She asked her mother if it was true but all she got was a nod. This made Catrina collapse to the ground her sobs rang through the house clearly before she retreated to her room, slamming the door closed. Nightmares kept her up several nights, just imaging the horrible things that could have happened to her brother. The last memory of her brother was the last time she saw him. He couldn't speak to her, or tell her how good of a sister she was. She was left to face the word by herself until her baby brother was born.

Why was she suddenly so upset? All of this action going on. A girl was kidnapped, Benjamin was angry and he yelled at her. Maybe not on purpose but he had been angry. She had almost been seriously hurt if Benjamin hadn't stepped in and just being a solider brought back the haunting memories of her brother. Memories that she was unable to get away. Memories that brought her here alone, and wondering if her younger brother was okay. Ever since being forced into being a soldier she hasn't seen her younger brother who she promised to come back to soon. Catrina stayed where, crying, and crying. The emotions were just overwhelming. What brought them on exactly? That was the true question. She had no idea but for the time being all she knew was that it felt good to just... cry. The crying helped her release some emotions while the other part of her release of emotions was that she was glad no one could hear her crying. The buildings were big, they sheltered her, and hid her from people so they didn't see her unless they really looked and listened hard.



May Fermana

May stayed close to Aaron, and Kyle. As well as ignoring his comment about how Aaron was calming down around a certain person. Yeah right, she looked at him and gently pushed him then rolled her eyes. "Ridiculous," She muttered then began to listen to everything once they reached Aaron, making sure she took in what exactly was going on. The last thing she wanted was to miss an important detail or command that may come from Aaron, or that may be useful to her. It didn't help that half way through what was going on she began to daze off, blocking things and it sadly was obvious that she wasn't listening to anyone or anything at all. Her eyes blankly glanced around at the royal family before down at the ground. She sighed softly, feeling maybe even a bit dizzy. Why was she dizzy? She blinked a few times, sighing softly as she regained herself. That was really weird. May shook her head, looking over at Kyle, then at Aaron



Clarissa Monety

"May I help you with anything, miss?" These were the words from a human. Right? human... she sighed softly and nodded to him. "That would be nice." She responded softly then followed him to where ever he was taking her. she watched as he showed her a book, looking at it sideways he thought for a moment. Then he began to talk about it, pulling a couple of other books. "How would he know that she needed to know her way around." She thought for a moment before nodding. Listening to every word he had to say along with inspect every book that he picked out to show her. Interesting. This was a little suspicious, she looked over the books. Taking them in her hands and flipping through the pages carefully. She looked at most pages, skipping many before setting them back down and moving to the next. The one that peaked her interest the most was the brown covered book that he was describing to her. She lifted the book to her eyes, looking it over, and flipping it around in between her hands. She looked at the male, looking him over. "This is very nice, thank you." She said as she continue to hold the book in her hand. She looked through it again and pretended to be reading. Part of her wondered, why wasn't he showing her something else? Maybe a child's books, or something ridiculous. How would he know that this may be something she was looking for. Clarissa chewed the inside of her cheek for a few minutes. "Is this place far? Seems quite interesting, not some where I would go but just wondering because I'm a bit curious. Do you think it will tell me about this place in this book? I love books that give me a picture in my head." She told him with a light smile.