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Nanako Umari could remember the very first time she had encountered a Ghoul. She was only eleven years old, and in the middle of the night, the emergency alarms began to wail. The eerie blare of the alarms typically signaling a tsunami off the coast stirred her, and not long after, her mother burst into her room and quickly took her school bag, stuffing it with clothing. "Nana, my darling, come it's time to go now... here, take my hand... stay close to me." The streets were filled with citizens, hurrying down to the shore, where several ferries and armed military men waited. Flashing emergency response vehicles, and the sound of heavy gun-fire off on one of the islands. They had lived peacefully on the northern face of Japan, but now as the Alien threat grew, they were evacuating the outside islands and moving the citizens of Japan inland.
"They say Kyoto has fallen to the hostiles." The still sleepy child over-heard her parents talking in hushed voices as they were corralled into the line waiting to board, her small fingers tight around her mother's hand. "So where will they take us?" She watched the ferry fill rapidly, to the point even that it seemed there were too many people aboard, but nevertheless they squeezed ten or so more people onto the ferry before it pushed off. "We are headed to Tokyo... they're holding the city fast. They say it is the last hope for Asia. The Mecha teams of China are to be combining forces with the Imperial Japanese Army..."
The ferry moved slowly... too slowly. The dark depths stirred uncomfortably, and Nanako remained quiet, and ever watchful of the tides as her parents talked quietly of contacting family once they made it to Tokyo City. A hush had fallen over the group of evacuees which made it ever so evident when the ferry suddenly lurched to a halt... more silence. Her parents moved her in a rush away from the railing, and toward the cabin of the ferry, even as the crowd began to murmur and another fearsome lurch shook the ferry. And then, without warning or explanation, something dark and foul and monstrous began to rise from the water, the ocean swirling, and the grasping limbs of the beast ripping and tearing at anything within' it's reach.
"Abomination!" A military officer shouted, and within' moments, the few of them guarding the ferry began to open fire. The back of the boat began to strain as the beast fought to pull itself on board, and in an instant, the evacuees began to panic, lurching forward to escape the threat of the Abomination that had stirred within' the sea and was now attempting to sink the ferry. Her father vanished among the crowd as her mother rushed her inside of the ferry's cabin, the captain desperately trying to call for assistance on the radio. "Nanako, stay! Stay right here... you'll be safe! I have to find your father!" The ferry shuddered, the lights dimming and flashing and finally going out as the child tried to cling to her mother's hand, pleading for her to stay. She slammed the door closed and vanished amongst the darkness and screaming citizens, and Nanako rushed to the nearest window trying desperately to catch sight of her parents. The ferry had began to shift, the front of the vessel rising into the air as the Abomination's weight drew it.. and from the waters, Ghouls began to climb over the larger beast, attacking those trapped aboard. People began to flee into the water, though, with the creatures waiting in the depths there was no telling if any would survive.
"Child, stay here... lock this door!" The captain barked as he drew a pistol, and rushed out to attempt to aid his crew... the girl however stood, paralyzed by fear, watching the pandemonium unfold beyond the cabin. The lights flickered back on for an instant, and in that instant she saw it, a dark mass of rotting flesh in tattered clothing with wild eyes clouded over with death. The snarling, grasping, jerking creature couldn't have been older than herself, when it had lived. She couldn't make out whether it was male, or female. It began to rush toward her, and she screamed, and rushed back and away toward the windows and then--BOOM.
The thunderous sound of a Mecha dropping into the sea rocked the ferry, sending the Ghoul slamming into the child, and the child into the window with enough force to break it and then there was cold. It was as if ice was filling her lungs. Her tiny fingers grasped and reached blindly in the cold darkness, unable to tell which direction was up... her eyes caught the sight of fire lighting the sky and felt the ocean lurch as two more Mechas dropped into the sea and began a desperate attempt to free the sinking ferry from the clutches of the Alien monstrosity. Her vision began to blur, her tiny form losing the energy to fight... and as her eyes closed to darkness, she saw the glowing light of a gigantic, red armored hand reaching down through the darkness.
When she awoke, her hair was still damp from the sea... her left arm immobilized in a cast. But she lived. She called anxiously out for her mother, and yet the doctor tried to keep her distracted. He said someone was coming to speak with her, not having the heart to inform her of the circumstances she was now in. Her parents had not reported to the hospital... very few had. She had been on of fifteen lucky ones plucked from the ocean in a rescue attempt by a Mecha pilot. Hundreds of others perished at sea, nearly as many lives taken by the Abomination as there were lives lost by those who simply could not get off of the sinking Ferry in time. So she waited, anxiously, and after a few days she realized... her parents would not come for her. But someone did, as the doctor had informed her... a well dressed woman who appeared to be some sort of military official. "Nanako? Nanako Umari... I know you don't know me, but I've come to you after hearing of your unique situation."
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Her slender frame did not shudder, or falter... she remained poised as she was, in perfect balance, despite the blood flow turning direction and start to rush to her head. "Forty-five seconds, Nanako... just breathe normally." She felt beads of sweat starting to form upon her forehead, and yet she remained as she was... her body poised in a single line, upside down, all weight upon her hands. The black and purple Mecha she was in was positioned the same. "Stay the course... you're at a minute and thirty."
She drew in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. It had been five years... five long, long years. Never in a million years would she have believed her life would have lead her to where she was now, dressed as a pilot, actually INSIDE of a Mecha--and not just any Mecha. They were the top of the line... the ones who would win this war. So many resources had been sacrificed, and money, and a miraculous amount of time placed into building these Mechas. "Two minutes, fifteen seconds... you've got less than eight to go." Nana attempted to ease her mind, and keep her thoughts clear, listening to the machine. "Alright... release a hand, and keep your balance."
Slowly she brought a hand away, shifting her weight inside of the incredible heavy machine so that it was all placed upon one hand. Flashes of her parents raced in her mind... she wondered, would they be proud of her? Everything she had done, every choice she had made was in their honor. She had become a pilot for them, to avenge them, to bring an end to the Alien scourge threatening the Earth... and yet the only thing she seemed to be able to think of were their frightened and panicked last words. The worry on her father's face... the terror in her mother's eyes. "Nanako, your heart rate is accelerating... I need you to relax. Six minutes, ten seconds."
She swallowed hard and felt the beads of sweat finally tickle her nose, opening her eyes to block out the dark memories. It was a bit too late for that though. She found herself shutting her eyes once more, the fear of that night flooding back to her, thinking of the Ghoul that had rushed toward her... that child. It could have been her. "Nanako, what's going on? Our sensors are indicating you are distressed... request to terminate endurance simulation?"
"No!" She gasped. "No, don't! I-I'm fine... continue!"
"Nanako--"
"I said I'm FINE!" She gritted her teeth as she hissed the words out, and opened her eyes blinking back the tears, and suddenly she felt that prang of pain. It felt as if someone had just dropped a flash grenade into the cockpit. Without warning, the mecha began to power itself down, and she felt it begin to lose balanace. She sucked a pained breath to her teeth, recognizing all too well what was happening, and felt her muscles seize and her throat close as she fought to pull herself from the connection.
"Nanako? Nanako!"
The alarm sounded, and in moments, the Mecha crashed to the ground. The ground team moved hurriedly to manually over-ride the Mecha's defense system, removing the barely conscious dark haired girl from it as quickly and carefully as they could. "We've got a pulse--heart rate is incredibly elevated--I need a bed in Medical stat... come on, bring the stretcher--AAGH!"
Without warning the girl shot up on the ground, her fingers grasping around the neck of the simulation instructor, grasping with such ferocity as her eyes widened in panic and she gasped, the other members of ground team moving hurriedly to try and restrain her.
"Nana! Nana it's okay--it's alright now, you're fine!"
"W-what? What happened? Why did you stop?!"
The instructor coughed as the girl was pulled from him, his brow furrowing, "We didn't! The Mecha terminated connection at seven and a half minutes--"
Nanako's slender fingers balled into fists as she cursed aloud, attempting to move to her feet only to be pushed back by the men who had come to her aide. "Ahhh no, no you should stay here... we're going to send you down to Medical, you need to be looked at."
"I-I don't--I'm fine, I don't need to go to the Bay... I want to run the simulation again."
"Nanako, you're not ready--"
"I am!" She protested desperately, even as the instructor took her hands gently, and shook his head. "Please!"
"There's a serious glitch with the connection with your Mecha... it could be causing damage to your front temporal lobe. It's locking you out... and we aren't certain why. You need to head to the Bay, Nanako... we'll try again next week. We can't keep pushing like this though, this is the second time the Mecha has locked you out and not only is it dangerous for you, and we cannot risk damage to the Mecha. Remember what happened with the Ghoul simulation?"
She wiped the sweat from her brow, dropping her head gently. "...Yes sir." The begrudging words left plump, pink lips, the almond eyed girl slowly rising to her feet with the help of one of her comrades.
"Medical, now."
"Sir." The man at her side who went by Takato allowed her to put her ever so light weight upon his shoulder as he lead her out into the hall, the girl casting a solemn glance back at the fearsome, petite Mecha.
"Don't be so discouraged... the Reaper is not an easy machine to man. You know there were two other potential pilots before you? No one could even connect... you've just got to be patient."
"He keeps pushing me out..."
"He?" Takato mused. "The Mecha has no gender."
"Well, when he severs the connection it feels like I've gotten punched by a grown man... so... seems fitting..." She mused bitterly as she walked slowly at his side. "I'm alright." She released Takato's arm, who gently ran a hand through his short black hair.
"You know... I think you need to talk with a few of the more seasoned pilots."
"Yeah, only there's like two left in the world who haven't retired, or died." Nanako murmured.
"We're supposed to have a visitor from a very well seasoned pilot tomorrow... some decorated pilot or another. Made a big fuss a while back and won back the eastern districts..."
"Yeah?" Nana glanced to the side before her eyes dropped. "Maybe you're right... I can't possibly do any worse than I am right now at least."
"They say Kyoto has fallen to the hostiles." The still sleepy child over-heard her parents talking in hushed voices as they were corralled into the line waiting to board, her small fingers tight around her mother's hand. "So where will they take us?" She watched the ferry fill rapidly, to the point even that it seemed there were too many people aboard, but nevertheless they squeezed ten or so more people onto the ferry before it pushed off. "We are headed to Tokyo... they're holding the city fast. They say it is the last hope for Asia. The Mecha teams of China are to be combining forces with the Imperial Japanese Army..."
The ferry moved slowly... too slowly. The dark depths stirred uncomfortably, and Nanako remained quiet, and ever watchful of the tides as her parents talked quietly of contacting family once they made it to Tokyo City. A hush had fallen over the group of evacuees which made it ever so evident when the ferry suddenly lurched to a halt... more silence. Her parents moved her in a rush away from the railing, and toward the cabin of the ferry, even as the crowd began to murmur and another fearsome lurch shook the ferry. And then, without warning or explanation, something dark and foul and monstrous began to rise from the water, the ocean swirling, and the grasping limbs of the beast ripping and tearing at anything within' it's reach.
"Abomination!" A military officer shouted, and within' moments, the few of them guarding the ferry began to open fire. The back of the boat began to strain as the beast fought to pull itself on board, and in an instant, the evacuees began to panic, lurching forward to escape the threat of the Abomination that had stirred within' the sea and was now attempting to sink the ferry. Her father vanished among the crowd as her mother rushed her inside of the ferry's cabin, the captain desperately trying to call for assistance on the radio. "Nanako, stay! Stay right here... you'll be safe! I have to find your father!" The ferry shuddered, the lights dimming and flashing and finally going out as the child tried to cling to her mother's hand, pleading for her to stay. She slammed the door closed and vanished amongst the darkness and screaming citizens, and Nanako rushed to the nearest window trying desperately to catch sight of her parents. The ferry had began to shift, the front of the vessel rising into the air as the Abomination's weight drew it.. and from the waters, Ghouls began to climb over the larger beast, attacking those trapped aboard. People began to flee into the water, though, with the creatures waiting in the depths there was no telling if any would survive.
"Child, stay here... lock this door!" The captain barked as he drew a pistol, and rushed out to attempt to aid his crew... the girl however stood, paralyzed by fear, watching the pandemonium unfold beyond the cabin. The lights flickered back on for an instant, and in that instant she saw it, a dark mass of rotting flesh in tattered clothing with wild eyes clouded over with death. The snarling, grasping, jerking creature couldn't have been older than herself, when it had lived. She couldn't make out whether it was male, or female. It began to rush toward her, and she screamed, and rushed back and away toward the windows and then--BOOM.
The thunderous sound of a Mecha dropping into the sea rocked the ferry, sending the Ghoul slamming into the child, and the child into the window with enough force to break it and then there was cold. It was as if ice was filling her lungs. Her tiny fingers grasped and reached blindly in the cold darkness, unable to tell which direction was up... her eyes caught the sight of fire lighting the sky and felt the ocean lurch as two more Mechas dropped into the sea and began a desperate attempt to free the sinking ferry from the clutches of the Alien monstrosity. Her vision began to blur, her tiny form losing the energy to fight... and as her eyes closed to darkness, she saw the glowing light of a gigantic, red armored hand reaching down through the darkness.
When she awoke, her hair was still damp from the sea... her left arm immobilized in a cast. But she lived. She called anxiously out for her mother, and yet the doctor tried to keep her distracted. He said someone was coming to speak with her, not having the heart to inform her of the circumstances she was now in. Her parents had not reported to the hospital... very few had. She had been on of fifteen lucky ones plucked from the ocean in a rescue attempt by a Mecha pilot. Hundreds of others perished at sea, nearly as many lives taken by the Abomination as there were lives lost by those who simply could not get off of the sinking Ferry in time. So she waited, anxiously, and after a few days she realized... her parents would not come for her. But someone did, as the doctor had informed her... a well dressed woman who appeared to be some sort of military official. "Nanako? Nanako Umari... I know you don't know me, but I've come to you after hearing of your unique situation."
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Her slender frame did not shudder, or falter... she remained poised as she was, in perfect balance, despite the blood flow turning direction and start to rush to her head. "Forty-five seconds, Nanako... just breathe normally." She felt beads of sweat starting to form upon her forehead, and yet she remained as she was... her body poised in a single line, upside down, all weight upon her hands. The black and purple Mecha she was in was positioned the same. "Stay the course... you're at a minute and thirty."
She drew in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. It had been five years... five long, long years. Never in a million years would she have believed her life would have lead her to where she was now, dressed as a pilot, actually INSIDE of a Mecha--and not just any Mecha. They were the top of the line... the ones who would win this war. So many resources had been sacrificed, and money, and a miraculous amount of time placed into building these Mechas. "Two minutes, fifteen seconds... you've got less than eight to go." Nana attempted to ease her mind, and keep her thoughts clear, listening to the machine. "Alright... release a hand, and keep your balance."
Slowly she brought a hand away, shifting her weight inside of the incredible heavy machine so that it was all placed upon one hand. Flashes of her parents raced in her mind... she wondered, would they be proud of her? Everything she had done, every choice she had made was in their honor. She had become a pilot for them, to avenge them, to bring an end to the Alien scourge threatening the Earth... and yet the only thing she seemed to be able to think of were their frightened and panicked last words. The worry on her father's face... the terror in her mother's eyes. "Nanako, your heart rate is accelerating... I need you to relax. Six minutes, ten seconds."
She swallowed hard and felt the beads of sweat finally tickle her nose, opening her eyes to block out the dark memories. It was a bit too late for that though. She found herself shutting her eyes once more, the fear of that night flooding back to her, thinking of the Ghoul that had rushed toward her... that child. It could have been her. "Nanako, what's going on? Our sensors are indicating you are distressed... request to terminate endurance simulation?"
"No!" She gasped. "No, don't! I-I'm fine... continue!"
"Nanako--"
"I said I'm FINE!" She gritted her teeth as she hissed the words out, and opened her eyes blinking back the tears, and suddenly she felt that prang of pain. It felt as if someone had just dropped a flash grenade into the cockpit. Without warning, the mecha began to power itself down, and she felt it begin to lose balanace. She sucked a pained breath to her teeth, recognizing all too well what was happening, and felt her muscles seize and her throat close as she fought to pull herself from the connection.
"Nanako? Nanako!"
The alarm sounded, and in moments, the Mecha crashed to the ground. The ground team moved hurriedly to manually over-ride the Mecha's defense system, removing the barely conscious dark haired girl from it as quickly and carefully as they could. "We've got a pulse--heart rate is incredibly elevated--I need a bed in Medical stat... come on, bring the stretcher--AAGH!"
Without warning the girl shot up on the ground, her fingers grasping around the neck of the simulation instructor, grasping with such ferocity as her eyes widened in panic and she gasped, the other members of ground team moving hurriedly to try and restrain her.
"Nana! Nana it's okay--it's alright now, you're fine!"
"W-what? What happened? Why did you stop?!"
The instructor coughed as the girl was pulled from him, his brow furrowing, "We didn't! The Mecha terminated connection at seven and a half minutes--"
Nanako's slender fingers balled into fists as she cursed aloud, attempting to move to her feet only to be pushed back by the men who had come to her aide. "Ahhh no, no you should stay here... we're going to send you down to Medical, you need to be looked at."
"I-I don't--I'm fine, I don't need to go to the Bay... I want to run the simulation again."
"Nanako, you're not ready--"
"I am!" She protested desperately, even as the instructor took her hands gently, and shook his head. "Please!"
"There's a serious glitch with the connection with your Mecha... it could be causing damage to your front temporal lobe. It's locking you out... and we aren't certain why. You need to head to the Bay, Nanako... we'll try again next week. We can't keep pushing like this though, this is the second time the Mecha has locked you out and not only is it dangerous for you, and we cannot risk damage to the Mecha. Remember what happened with the Ghoul simulation?"
She wiped the sweat from her brow, dropping her head gently. "...Yes sir." The begrudging words left plump, pink lips, the almond eyed girl slowly rising to her feet with the help of one of her comrades.
"Medical, now."
"Sir." The man at her side who went by Takato allowed her to put her ever so light weight upon his shoulder as he lead her out into the hall, the girl casting a solemn glance back at the fearsome, petite Mecha.
"Don't be so discouraged... the Reaper is not an easy machine to man. You know there were two other potential pilots before you? No one could even connect... you've just got to be patient."
"He keeps pushing me out..."
"He?" Takato mused. "The Mecha has no gender."
"Well, when he severs the connection it feels like I've gotten punched by a grown man... so... seems fitting..." She mused bitterly as she walked slowly at his side. "I'm alright." She released Takato's arm, who gently ran a hand through his short black hair.
"You know... I think you need to talk with a few of the more seasoned pilots."
"Yeah, only there's like two left in the world who haven't retired, or died." Nanako murmured.
"We're supposed to have a visitor from a very well seasoned pilot tomorrow... some decorated pilot or another. Made a big fuss a while back and won back the eastern districts..."
"Yeah?" Nana glanced to the side before her eyes dropped. "Maybe you're right... I can't possibly do any worse than I am right now at least."
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ONE YEAR LATER
TOKYO CITY
The white and black enclosed motorcycle zoomed down the street gliding smoothly over the broken highway and cracked roads. The machine hummed its noise little more than a whisper as it zoomed down the streets and passed the refugee camps that now littered the broken Tokyo City. Some stopped and starred as it passed talking amongst themselves as they watched with a mixture of envy, awe, and respect.
Inside the canopy Hakurou sat little more than a passenger to the fancy automated bike. His eyes didn’t watch the road instead starring up at the small TV and the news.
“Today marks the two year anniversary of the battle of Tokyo City” A women said a large smile on her face that was far too happy for Hakurou. He tried his best to remain calm breathing in deeply as the women continued and images of the battle were shown.
“It was on this day today that the infamous Alpha Company detonated the Tokyo City nest and took the city back from our alien invaders!” The woman said practically gushing “The city has held since then with the Mecha Academy becoming the premiere academy training grounds for Mecha squadrons around the world! The head of the school Commander Varik is expected to make a speech today and the lone survivor of Alpha Company Captain Hakurou Fujimi is expected to arrive on campus. Hakurou has been recovering for the last two years and has not been seen. I know this reporter can’t wait to thank him in person!”
“Change channels” Hakurou barked his voice shaky. He felt his eyes burn and he half growled half sobbed as he furiously wiped away the tears. His hands trembled and his heart seized in his chest as he felt the beginning of a panic attack form.
“Focus” He murmured closing his eyes and pressing his thumbs to his temple
“Stay present, stay present”
He felt the images coming bubbling from the deep black of his subconscious. The smells and sounds came first however. The smell of Napalm, the sterile clean of his cockpit, the screams of his sqaudmates and friends….
“I am Hakurou Fujimi” He said his tone firm as he pushed his thumbs into his temple “I am Hakurou Fujimi the date is October 22nd 2055”
He repeated those facts repeated them as if they were a lifeline to his shattered mind. Slowly bit by bit the memories faded the smells and sounds replaced by the sharp leather scent from the motorbikes seats. He didn’t stop, not until he was sure the memories weren’t coming back.
“Please Welcome our special guest Riku Kojawski!”
His eyes snapped open the name connecting in his head. He sat up his eyes sweeping up and taking in the TV screen with renewed interest. He watched as the logo for the Tech Network faded out replaced instead with a picture of a kid no more than eighteen years of age. Fanfare began to play the picture morphing into a series of Mecha’s and different high tech projects.
“Riku Kojawski” A deep voice recited “A legend in the making”
Hakurou snorted at that but kept quiet as the voice over continued.
“His father Kaiju Kojawski delivered to us in our hour of need the next stage of warfare” The voice said as old stock footage of Mecha prototypes began to play.
“The mecha program our first and last line of defense, created to combat a threat that threatened all of us! He worked tirelessly doing everything in his power to give humanity the chance to survive”
The images changed morphing from the Mecha prototype videos to a striking image. A man in a hospital bed surrounded by different blue prints and notes. He frail hands still clutching the paper as a young teenage boy looked at him. Most people would think that the Teenager was sad, even looking at his father with a mixture of grief and sadness.
Hakurou however knew better
“His death was a shock to us all” A interviewed man said a scientist who boasted a long line of credentials.
“He was so passionate about the project” The man said tears springing to his eyes “We didn’t realize until it was too late that he was working himself to death!”
The man faded and once more the picture of the young man appeared. A montage of pictures followed showing the man working and directing people around skeletal frames and massive weaponry.
“Hope was at its lowest” The voice over said as if he was directing an epic tale
“Without Mr. Kowalski’s guidance how would the Mecha program be completed? Who would take control of the company in its hour of need?”
“He loves this bit” Hakurou murmured shaking his head from side to side contempt clear on his face.
“Still a young teenage boy Riku took control of his father’s company” The voice over said his tone triumphant “He finished the prototypes for the Mecha program and within six months of his father death they were rolling off of the assembly line!”
The picture changed once more. The Mecha’s were showcased here standing tall and proud behind Riku. Video of the Mecha’s in action began to play firing and destroying horde’s of abominations as action music played in the background.
It was enough to make Hakurou sick
“Turn it off” He said his tone short as the image went away.
“Max speed” Hakurou demanded his gray eyes stormy in the darkness as he leaned forward. He was suddenly to enclosed to confined to the motorcycle. The claustrophobic feeling sent a bolt of panic through his body and the back of his neck began to break out in a cold sweat as he urged the bike forward.
The city pressed in on him its large broken buildings towering over him. Was this the same corner where Akiko fell? He could see the stadium in the distance the same stadium where Ghost was buried under ten tons of rubble.
“Faster!” Hakurou snapped urging the bike on. He wanted…. No NEEDED to be out of the city. The ghosts of his fallen friends were around every corner each one taunting him blaming him for their deaths. Why did he get to live? they asked him their faces towering over him as he zipped through the city.
Why did he survive?
“I don’t know!” He shouted just as his bike burst out of the city. He cried burying his face in his hands as the bike continued oblivious to the pain his rider was going through.
He continued to cry the tears spilling from his eyes and down his chin. He buried his face in his hands his shoulders shaking. His grief over whelmed him taking over his mind and his heart and leaving him in the black of depression. He stopped fighting it curling into a ball instead.
“We’re here”
The computers artificial voice startled him temporarily taking him out of his grief. Here? Where was here?
The young 21-year-old pilot slowly uncurled his body stretching out. He rose rubbing the lingering wetness from his eyes as he took in the view.
The Tokyo bay stretched out before him its water glittering in the mid-morning sun. The Mecha academy was directly ahead built atop a strong rocky foundation that served as a mini island in the bay. Its high-tech facilities sparkled a beautiful merging of steel, glass, and high-tech equipment. A pair of Mecha flew overhead engaging in a mock aerial gunfight.
Hakurou watched the aerial fight his grief temporarily expunged as the pilot peeked through. The Academy used to be so much smaller! Nothing more than a training area and barracks when he and his friends had trained. Before he knew it, he was opening the door sliding out of the high-tech bike and breathing in the fresh scent of the sea.
The sea chased the lingering fear and panic out of his body. Reinvigorating him and causing a smile to break through across his face.
It was his first smile in over a year.
Hakurou noticed a group of kids beginning to come over to the motorcycle and quickly slipped away. Powered bikes like his were something of a rarity in Tokyo City. He knew how high school worked, knew it well enough that word would travel fast about the mysterious bike.
He slipped his white and black pilot jacket off reversing it to reveal the school blazer of Mecha Academy. He rubbed the ensign of the academy making sure the golden wings that denoted him as a senior were polished. Luckily, he was already wearing the pants part of the uniform which consisted of only long black pants with a single white stripe running down the middle.
He pushed his long black hair back running his fingers through it until it took on a messy spiked look. He spotted a set of books chilling on one of the tables and with no remorse took them as he stepped into the main grounds.
Hakurou took pleasure in remaining his anomality. It was the press and the press alone that gave him the title “Hero Of Tokyo City” Or “The lone Guardian”. Every interview the brass managed to pull him into consisted of him telling the reporter just exactly what had happened. When he spoke of bravery and commitment to duty it was his friends he spoke of not him. Eventually the interview request ended though he suspected that was more the Brass’s doing then the press not being interested.
He continued to walk touring the grounds and looking in on interest at the new improvements. He watched some of the teenagers assessing each of them with a critical eye.
He was watching a couple of pilots when they finally found him.
“Captain Hakurou?”
“Don’t know who you’re talking about” Hakurou answered turning to assess the rigid fresh-faced teenager in an immaculate Academy uniform.
The Young man faltered looking unsure for several moments. Hakurou raised an eyebrow letting the kid mentally try and figure out if he had gotten the name wrong before laughing.
“I suppose your hear to take me to the colonel?” Hakurou asked coughing to hide a chuckle as he walked over to him.
“Sir yes sir!” he said snapping of a perfect salute Hakurou suspected he practiced for just this occasion “First Ensign Hajira Okami reporting to escort you!”
“Hajira is it?” Hakurou asked watching him nod enthusiastically “Did you know you have something on your shirt?”
His words had the desired effect. The young man practically jumped out of his skin in shock. He began to pat himself pulling at his uniform and running a critical eye over it. Hakurou took advantage of the distraction slipping away and chuckling to himself as he walked the path down to the CIC and Academy offices.
The building was at the center of the academy and was one of the fews that showed no signs of being refurbished. The molted green two-story building stood out in stark contrast to all the gleaming white and glass. Two academy guards flanked the entrance wearing power suits and gripping plasma riffles.
“Identify yourself!” The guard on the right barked his gun slightly raised.
“Captain Hakurou Fujimi” Hakurou explained pulling out his ID card.
“He’s with me!” Hajira called panting as he rushed behind Hakurou “Here to see Colonel Arlington"
The guards nodded and after patting him down and letting him know the rules of the building they ushered him into the lobby. From there things moved quickly and before Hakurou knew it he was being brought into the Colonels office on the far side of the building.
Colonel Arlington was a large imposing English man. He wore the fatigues of the United Earth Army and had the kind of face that spoke of years of experience and military prowess. He was standing when Hakurou came in looking out the window at the grounds and the kids training.
“Sir”” Hakurou said as Hajira saluted and stood behind him.
“Pleasure to see you Captain” Arlington said returning Hajira’s salute “Your dismissed First Ensign close the door behind you”
“Sir” He said giving a curt nod and turning on his heel. He left closing the door behind him with a faint click.
“Where’d you find the errand boy?” Hakurou asked relaxing once he was gone “He needs to lighten up!”
“Hajira is a good man a top pilot even” Arlington said shaking his arm “He is a little stiff but I expect great things from him”
“If you say so” Hakurou said snorting “So why am I here? You can’t tell me it’s for the ceremony”
“That’s just a PR thing”” Arlington said with a wave of his hand “No its not why you’re here”
“I believe I can answer that”
Hakurou jumped having not realized there was a person directly behind him. He turned taking note of the slim man wearing a cheap black suit and white tie. His features were plain save for one droopy black moustache.
“A pleasure to meet you Hakurou” The man said coming out and holding out his hand “My name is John John Smith”
“Suuuuure” Hakurou said ignoring the hand and turning to Colonel Arlington “A spook?”
“Naval Intelligence actually” John Smith said coming over to stand by Arlington. “Spook is such a….. simple term for what we do”
“Mr. Smith and the earth army have a mission” Arlington explained “highly secret might just end this unforgiving war were losing”
“We are losing” John Smith interjected “Make no mistake of that Captain Fujimi Tokyo City was saved but three more have fallen since… America is nothing more than a Ghoul Wasteland at his point”
“Save the recruitment” Hakurou said raising his hand and turning to Arlington
“I’ve told you already I am NOT stepping in another Mecha not after Striker saved me”
Arlington sighed shaking his head from side to side.
“I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again” Arlington insisted his term firm “Striker did NOT save you. You initiated a manual eject as part of a flight or fight response you were beside yourself with grief and hallucinated Strikers over ride Mecha do not have true AI!”
Hakurou shook his head his eyes angrily narrowing in on Arlington. They starred each other down for several seconds before Hakurou finally spoke.
“Are you ordering me into a Mecha sir?” Hakurou asked his tone firm.
Arlington sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.
“No” He finally said reluctantly “I'm ordering you to take three weeks and sort yourself then if you aren’t in a Mecha I will be forced to process you out of the academy and dishonorably discharge you”
Hakurou sighed opening his mouth to protest before he finally nodded.
“Sir” He said saluting the man before turning on his heel. He opened the door stepping outside to Hajira. The door clicked close behind him leaving the two adults alone.
“Do you think he will do it?” John Smith asked curiously.
“I don’t know” Arlington said pouring himself and John a drink “He was a kid when it happened and he lost everything that day”
“Do you think we can do it without him?”
Arlington turned starring once more out at the grounds and the sea before shaking his head.
“He’s the best damn pilot we have Mr. Smith”
“No I don’t”
…………………………..
“This is your new room!”
Hajira ushered him in his good mood having returned. He seemed to have forgiven Hakurou for the prank he played and now excitedly talked as Hakurou dumped his bag on the couch of his small suite.
“As a senior with celebrity status it was decided you would need your own room to stay in” Hajira said talking non stop as Hakurou disappeared into the kitchen.
“This room used to be an ambassador suite but has since been converted-“
“Hajira!” Hakurou said cutting him as he came back in with two soda’s “For the love of god man relax”
He put one of the soda down pushing it over to Hajira and cracking open his. He brought the fizzy drink up to his lips taking one long pull before leaning against his fridge.
“You don’t get out much do you Ensign?” Hakurou asked watching Hajira try to look casual as he picked up his drink.
“Uh…. Well no” Hajira admitted rubbing the back of his neck.
“But as the aide to the colonel I bet you know everything about this school”
Hakurou said moving forward.
“Like where the underground Mecha fights take place”
………………………………….
Hakurou stepped out onto the sand ignoring a protesting Hajira as he moved under the starry night sky.
“If you feel that strongly against it go back” Hakurou called to him rolling his eyes as he trudged along the sand.
“But I… Im supposed to be your escort!” Hajira whined causing Hakurou to roll his eyes.
“By all means then” Hakurou said gesturing with his hand “Escort me to the Mecha fights”
TOKYO CITY
The white and black enclosed motorcycle zoomed down the street gliding smoothly over the broken highway and cracked roads. The machine hummed its noise little more than a whisper as it zoomed down the streets and passed the refugee camps that now littered the broken Tokyo City. Some stopped and starred as it passed talking amongst themselves as they watched with a mixture of envy, awe, and respect.
Inside the canopy Hakurou sat little more than a passenger to the fancy automated bike. His eyes didn’t watch the road instead starring up at the small TV and the news.
“Today marks the two year anniversary of the battle of Tokyo City” A women said a large smile on her face that was far too happy for Hakurou. He tried his best to remain calm breathing in deeply as the women continued and images of the battle were shown.
“It was on this day today that the infamous Alpha Company detonated the Tokyo City nest and took the city back from our alien invaders!” The woman said practically gushing “The city has held since then with the Mecha Academy becoming the premiere academy training grounds for Mecha squadrons around the world! The head of the school Commander Varik is expected to make a speech today and the lone survivor of Alpha Company Captain Hakurou Fujimi is expected to arrive on campus. Hakurou has been recovering for the last two years and has not been seen. I know this reporter can’t wait to thank him in person!”
“Change channels” Hakurou barked his voice shaky. He felt his eyes burn and he half growled half sobbed as he furiously wiped away the tears. His hands trembled and his heart seized in his chest as he felt the beginning of a panic attack form.
“Focus” He murmured closing his eyes and pressing his thumbs to his temple
“Stay present, stay present”
He felt the images coming bubbling from the deep black of his subconscious. The smells and sounds came first however. The smell of Napalm, the sterile clean of his cockpit, the screams of his sqaudmates and friends….
“I am Hakurou Fujimi” He said his tone firm as he pushed his thumbs into his temple “I am Hakurou Fujimi the date is October 22nd 2055”
He repeated those facts repeated them as if they were a lifeline to his shattered mind. Slowly bit by bit the memories faded the smells and sounds replaced by the sharp leather scent from the motorbikes seats. He didn’t stop, not until he was sure the memories weren’t coming back.
“Please Welcome our special guest Riku Kojawski!”
His eyes snapped open the name connecting in his head. He sat up his eyes sweeping up and taking in the TV screen with renewed interest. He watched as the logo for the Tech Network faded out replaced instead with a picture of a kid no more than eighteen years of age. Fanfare began to play the picture morphing into a series of Mecha’s and different high tech projects.
“Riku Kojawski” A deep voice recited “A legend in the making”
Hakurou snorted at that but kept quiet as the voice over continued.
“His father Kaiju Kojawski delivered to us in our hour of need the next stage of warfare” The voice said as old stock footage of Mecha prototypes began to play.
“The mecha program our first and last line of defense, created to combat a threat that threatened all of us! He worked tirelessly doing everything in his power to give humanity the chance to survive”
The images changed morphing from the Mecha prototype videos to a striking image. A man in a hospital bed surrounded by different blue prints and notes. He frail hands still clutching the paper as a young teenage boy looked at him. Most people would think that the Teenager was sad, even looking at his father with a mixture of grief and sadness.
Hakurou however knew better
“His death was a shock to us all” A interviewed man said a scientist who boasted a long line of credentials.
“He was so passionate about the project” The man said tears springing to his eyes “We didn’t realize until it was too late that he was working himself to death!”
The man faded and once more the picture of the young man appeared. A montage of pictures followed showing the man working and directing people around skeletal frames and massive weaponry.
“Hope was at its lowest” The voice over said as if he was directing an epic tale
“Without Mr. Kowalski’s guidance how would the Mecha program be completed? Who would take control of the company in its hour of need?”
“He loves this bit” Hakurou murmured shaking his head from side to side contempt clear on his face.
“Still a young teenage boy Riku took control of his father’s company” The voice over said his tone triumphant “He finished the prototypes for the Mecha program and within six months of his father death they were rolling off of the assembly line!”
The picture changed once more. The Mecha’s were showcased here standing tall and proud behind Riku. Video of the Mecha’s in action began to play firing and destroying horde’s of abominations as action music played in the background.
It was enough to make Hakurou sick
“Turn it off” He said his tone short as the image went away.
“Max speed” Hakurou demanded his gray eyes stormy in the darkness as he leaned forward. He was suddenly to enclosed to confined to the motorcycle. The claustrophobic feeling sent a bolt of panic through his body and the back of his neck began to break out in a cold sweat as he urged the bike forward.
The city pressed in on him its large broken buildings towering over him. Was this the same corner where Akiko fell? He could see the stadium in the distance the same stadium where Ghost was buried under ten tons of rubble.
“Faster!” Hakurou snapped urging the bike on. He wanted…. No NEEDED to be out of the city. The ghosts of his fallen friends were around every corner each one taunting him blaming him for their deaths. Why did he get to live? they asked him their faces towering over him as he zipped through the city.
Why did he survive?
“I don’t know!” He shouted just as his bike burst out of the city. He cried burying his face in his hands as the bike continued oblivious to the pain his rider was going through.
He continued to cry the tears spilling from his eyes and down his chin. He buried his face in his hands his shoulders shaking. His grief over whelmed him taking over his mind and his heart and leaving him in the black of depression. He stopped fighting it curling into a ball instead.
“We’re here”
The computers artificial voice startled him temporarily taking him out of his grief. Here? Where was here?
The young 21-year-old pilot slowly uncurled his body stretching out. He rose rubbing the lingering wetness from his eyes as he took in the view.
The Tokyo bay stretched out before him its water glittering in the mid-morning sun. The Mecha academy was directly ahead built atop a strong rocky foundation that served as a mini island in the bay. Its high-tech facilities sparkled a beautiful merging of steel, glass, and high-tech equipment. A pair of Mecha flew overhead engaging in a mock aerial gunfight.
Hakurou watched the aerial fight his grief temporarily expunged as the pilot peeked through. The Academy used to be so much smaller! Nothing more than a training area and barracks when he and his friends had trained. Before he knew it, he was opening the door sliding out of the high-tech bike and breathing in the fresh scent of the sea.
The sea chased the lingering fear and panic out of his body. Reinvigorating him and causing a smile to break through across his face.
It was his first smile in over a year.
Hakurou noticed a group of kids beginning to come over to the motorcycle and quickly slipped away. Powered bikes like his were something of a rarity in Tokyo City. He knew how high school worked, knew it well enough that word would travel fast about the mysterious bike.
He slipped his white and black pilot jacket off reversing it to reveal the school blazer of Mecha Academy. He rubbed the ensign of the academy making sure the golden wings that denoted him as a senior were polished. Luckily, he was already wearing the pants part of the uniform which consisted of only long black pants with a single white stripe running down the middle.
He pushed his long black hair back running his fingers through it until it took on a messy spiked look. He spotted a set of books chilling on one of the tables and with no remorse took them as he stepped into the main grounds.
Hakurou took pleasure in remaining his anomality. It was the press and the press alone that gave him the title “Hero Of Tokyo City” Or “The lone Guardian”. Every interview the brass managed to pull him into consisted of him telling the reporter just exactly what had happened. When he spoke of bravery and commitment to duty it was his friends he spoke of not him. Eventually the interview request ended though he suspected that was more the Brass’s doing then the press not being interested.
He continued to walk touring the grounds and looking in on interest at the new improvements. He watched some of the teenagers assessing each of them with a critical eye.
He was watching a couple of pilots when they finally found him.
“Captain Hakurou?”
“Don’t know who you’re talking about” Hakurou answered turning to assess the rigid fresh-faced teenager in an immaculate Academy uniform.
The Young man faltered looking unsure for several moments. Hakurou raised an eyebrow letting the kid mentally try and figure out if he had gotten the name wrong before laughing.
“I suppose your hear to take me to the colonel?” Hakurou asked coughing to hide a chuckle as he walked over to him.
“Sir yes sir!” he said snapping of a perfect salute Hakurou suspected he practiced for just this occasion “First Ensign Hajira Okami reporting to escort you!”
“Hajira is it?” Hakurou asked watching him nod enthusiastically “Did you know you have something on your shirt?”
His words had the desired effect. The young man practically jumped out of his skin in shock. He began to pat himself pulling at his uniform and running a critical eye over it. Hakurou took advantage of the distraction slipping away and chuckling to himself as he walked the path down to the CIC and Academy offices.
The building was at the center of the academy and was one of the fews that showed no signs of being refurbished. The molted green two-story building stood out in stark contrast to all the gleaming white and glass. Two academy guards flanked the entrance wearing power suits and gripping plasma riffles.
“Identify yourself!” The guard on the right barked his gun slightly raised.
“Captain Hakurou Fujimi” Hakurou explained pulling out his ID card.
“He’s with me!” Hajira called panting as he rushed behind Hakurou “Here to see Colonel Arlington"
The guards nodded and after patting him down and letting him know the rules of the building they ushered him into the lobby. From there things moved quickly and before Hakurou knew it he was being brought into the Colonels office on the far side of the building.
Colonel Arlington was a large imposing English man. He wore the fatigues of the United Earth Army and had the kind of face that spoke of years of experience and military prowess. He was standing when Hakurou came in looking out the window at the grounds and the kids training.
“Sir”” Hakurou said as Hajira saluted and stood behind him.
“Pleasure to see you Captain” Arlington said returning Hajira’s salute “Your dismissed First Ensign close the door behind you”
“Sir” He said giving a curt nod and turning on his heel. He left closing the door behind him with a faint click.
“Where’d you find the errand boy?” Hakurou asked relaxing once he was gone “He needs to lighten up!”
“Hajira is a good man a top pilot even” Arlington said shaking his arm “He is a little stiff but I expect great things from him”
“If you say so” Hakurou said snorting “So why am I here? You can’t tell me it’s for the ceremony”
“That’s just a PR thing”” Arlington said with a wave of his hand “No its not why you’re here”
“I believe I can answer that”
Hakurou jumped having not realized there was a person directly behind him. He turned taking note of the slim man wearing a cheap black suit and white tie. His features were plain save for one droopy black moustache.
“A pleasure to meet you Hakurou” The man said coming out and holding out his hand “My name is John John Smith”
“Suuuuure” Hakurou said ignoring the hand and turning to Colonel Arlington “A spook?”
“Naval Intelligence actually” John Smith said coming over to stand by Arlington. “Spook is such a….. simple term for what we do”
“Mr. Smith and the earth army have a mission” Arlington explained “highly secret might just end this unforgiving war were losing”
“We are losing” John Smith interjected “Make no mistake of that Captain Fujimi Tokyo City was saved but three more have fallen since… America is nothing more than a Ghoul Wasteland at his point”
“Save the recruitment” Hakurou said raising his hand and turning to Arlington
“I’ve told you already I am NOT stepping in another Mecha not after Striker saved me”
Arlington sighed shaking his head from side to side.
“I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again” Arlington insisted his term firm “Striker did NOT save you. You initiated a manual eject as part of a flight or fight response you were beside yourself with grief and hallucinated Strikers over ride Mecha do not have true AI!”
Hakurou shook his head his eyes angrily narrowing in on Arlington. They starred each other down for several seconds before Hakurou finally spoke.
“Are you ordering me into a Mecha sir?” Hakurou asked his tone firm.
Arlington sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.
“No” He finally said reluctantly “I'm ordering you to take three weeks and sort yourself then if you aren’t in a Mecha I will be forced to process you out of the academy and dishonorably discharge you”
Hakurou sighed opening his mouth to protest before he finally nodded.
“Sir” He said saluting the man before turning on his heel. He opened the door stepping outside to Hajira. The door clicked close behind him leaving the two adults alone.
“Do you think he will do it?” John Smith asked curiously.
“I don’t know” Arlington said pouring himself and John a drink “He was a kid when it happened and he lost everything that day”
“Do you think we can do it without him?”
Arlington turned starring once more out at the grounds and the sea before shaking his head.
“He’s the best damn pilot we have Mr. Smith”
“No I don’t”
…………………………..
“This is your new room!”
Hajira ushered him in his good mood having returned. He seemed to have forgiven Hakurou for the prank he played and now excitedly talked as Hakurou dumped his bag on the couch of his small suite.
“As a senior with celebrity status it was decided you would need your own room to stay in” Hajira said talking non stop as Hakurou disappeared into the kitchen.
“This room used to be an ambassador suite but has since been converted-“
“Hajira!” Hakurou said cutting him as he came back in with two soda’s “For the love of god man relax”
He put one of the soda down pushing it over to Hajira and cracking open his. He brought the fizzy drink up to his lips taking one long pull before leaning against his fridge.
“You don’t get out much do you Ensign?” Hakurou asked watching Hajira try to look casual as he picked up his drink.
“Uh…. Well no” Hajira admitted rubbing the back of his neck.
“But as the aide to the colonel I bet you know everything about this school”
Hakurou said moving forward.
“Like where the underground Mecha fights take place”
………………………………….
Hakurou stepped out onto the sand ignoring a protesting Hajira as he moved under the starry night sky.
“If you feel that strongly against it go back” Hakurou called to him rolling his eyes as he trudged along the sand.
“But I… Im supposed to be your escort!” Hajira whined causing Hakurou to roll his eyes.
“By all means then” Hakurou said gesturing with his hand “Escort me to the Mecha fights”
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Word had indeed spread quickly, like something of a wildfire among the Academy cadets. It had gotten to the point that there were literally new recruits sprinting through the halls exclaiming excitedly, "He's here! The Hero of Tokyo City! I saw him--I SAW HIM WITH MY OWN EYES, I SAW HIM!"
It seemed only natural perhaps that the female barracks were in far more of frenzy than to be expected. The girls all but lost their minds, rushing this way and that to prepare and primp themselves for the off chance that they might get a chance to approach, or even address the Captain. Nana felt a sharp tug at her ankle as she absently read over a volume written by one of the earliest Mecha designer and engineers, Kowaru Yamaguchi. "A Ghost in the Shell" was the novel's title, and it held strong emphasis on the possibilities of the Mechas computerized advances, and how some choice programs reacted differently when being tested without the pilot, and with. It suggested the impossible... that the Mechas were not only suits awaiting control of the pilot, but given time they could advance and be fully capable of learning, developing and perhaps even bonding with their pilots. Fantasy, her superiors called it. Absolute rubbish they insisted. She knew better than to mention her belief in these ideals to the higher ups of the Academy. Artificial Intelligence was a far leap for Mechas... humanoid AI robots had just began to make their way into regular production, and they were good for little more than delivering packages and walking dogs.
"Nanako, what the heck are you doing up there, sleeping?! Don't you want to go down and try and see The Hero of Tokyo City?!" The bubbly girl with her long blonde hair gushed excitedly, the flurry of clicks of the girl's uniform-required kitten heels reverberating in the modest suite as dozens of girls rushed down the hall. Erika was a new recruit, at sixteen, assigned beneath her
Of course she wanted to see him... in fact, she wanted to do much, much more than see him. He was exactly the type of pilot she needed to speak to, to train with if at all possible! It was a far stretch, because she knew how busy senior pilots could be... the only other pilot who might have the expertise she needed was a German pilot, and he had retired more than three years ago before she had even been approached to pilot. She'd done her research, and it seemed more of Fate's design that the very day she realized she needed help with her piloting issues, one of the only two people who might be able to help was scheduled to arrive at the Academy to celebrate the year's victory of the Battle of Tokyo City.
"Nanakooo, come onnn! If you don't hurry we'll be at the back of the crowd and we won't see him--"
"I'm not going..." Nana replied curtly, uncurling Erika's fingers from around her ankle. She looked down to see the light brown eyes of the girl wide and pleading. "Oh, Nana-san, come on, you know it's not good to ignore your urges!"
"Urges?" She snorted, and rolled her eyes, realizing that Erika was simply tagging along for the very same reason majority of the female cadets were--to gawk and stare and drool like idiots over the handsome, long-haired war hero. Well, she would have no part of that! "You're ridiculous, Erika-chan..."
"I may be, but I'm honest with myself at least! Urgesss Nana-chan, you've got them like everybody else!" She piped with a ridiculously giddy giggle, and gave an absent wave to Nanako before sprinting out the door. Nanako slid down from the top bunk to close the door and shut out the commotion. Across the room on the observation monitor, she watched as the crowd gathered in attempts to get a glimpse of the Captain, seeing the earlier mentioned motorbike being lead through the main lobby, but not so surprisingly there was no Captain. He had likely made a much less glamourous entrance. She felt she could surely relate to that. Why, if she was a war hero, the last thing she would want would be dozens of teenagers and young adults squealing and cheering and falling all over one-another in an attempt to reach out and touch his hand.
In a matter of moments, the hall was quiet, and Nana carefully marked her place in the book. She'd been re-reading this chapter for hours now... the chapter describing the process of connecting the pilot's brain with that of the Mecha's central computer, and how that process allowed the pilot full control over the Mecha's limbs and weaponry. Without much a thought she gathered a large, fluffy white towel, and opted instead to slip off to the showers while it wasn't so crowded in the female barracks. She'd gotten over showing with five other girls at a time as they all had, but sometimes it was just nice to enjoy the peace and quiet.
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Captain Hakurou Fujimi, pilot of Codename Striker of Alpha Company... you won the battle of Tokyo City, sir, it is an honor... I was wondering if I could have a word with you... Nana nervously played the speak over in her mind, nervously adjusting the blue and black scarf of her Academy uniform. She'd never really been a fan of it, but she wanted desperately to make a good impression... and so she wore the ridiculous pins that marked her top of her class, as well as the tungsten and silver-winged Academy ensign nestled on her right breast marking her one of the team Elites--a stealth trainee. Captain Fujimi, most esteemed pilot of Codename Striker of Alpha Company, sir it is truly an honour--no... no... that's too much... She exhaled in frustration, the small click of her polished black kitten-heels reverberating down the now-empty halls. It was nearly curfew, and so the recruits and many of the subordinate cadets had retired to the common room or their barracks for the night.
"Captain, it is an honour to make your acquaintance... I am Nanako Umari, pilot of Codename Reaper, permission to speak freely, sir..." Her expression was that of a hardened pilot, not that of a seventeen year old young woman. She tugged at the silver hems of her uniform blouse nervousless, dusting non-existent specks from the pleated skirt--a bit too short for her liking. The sheer nude thigh-high stockings that accompanied them did help, a little, but she still felt most days that bending over would surely give someone an eye full of her privates... oh, why couldn't they all just wear pants? "I... I... need your help. I believe Reaper is locking me out of the program consciously--no, Christ, no he's going to think I'm insane..."
"Nana-chan, who the heck are you talking to?" A voice buzzed within' the ear-piece nestled in her ear, causing her to start a bit and nearly trip. She scowled deeply, glancing around to make sure no one had seen as she slipped down the main hall and off to the right... there was an exit that the cameras did not shine upon, not that it would be questioned if she were to leave the Academy. She held proper ranking... only a higher-up would dare to ask where she was going.
"Nobody, Aya--just forget it okay... do you have eyes on him?"
"He just showed up and you won't believe where."
"The library?" Wishful thinking... she knew the chances of catching Hakurou in a lightly occupied area, or being able to speak to him alone were slim to none. It was only confirmed by how the girl on the other end of her ear-piece laughed.
"Yeaaah sure--he just turned up at the Ring?"
"Seriously?" Nana groaned. The last place she wanted to be was surrounded by a bunch of block head male pilots who got their kicks off trying to destroy their Mechas against one another--which was against the Academy rules mind you--rather than fighting the enemy. Victory over this entire war rested on the backs of these young fools and they would sooner destroy their precious machines fighting against one another? She would never understand it... then again, she had never attended. You had to be invited by someone who attended, which was precisely why she commissioned the girl on the other end of the line to run reconnaissance for her... Aya was one of those girls who had a hand in everything. She knew everyone, and what they were doing, everywhere at all times. Perfect for tracking down the Captain, who had proven himself quite elusive.
"Guess who else is here?"
"Just tell me Aya!"
"Riku. Kojawski!" The breathy purr made her stomach turn. If there was one pilot she couldn't stand more than anyone it was that arrogant, persnickety pain in the ass Riku Kojawski--again, an impression she had merely from what she saw and heard, because Nana tried her best to keep most other cadets and pilots at a distance. She didn't want to make friends. Things could go badly out on the field... and she was no stranger to loss already. To be close to someone was practically burying your heart in the sand.
"The coves, right?"
"Yep, about a mile and a half down, by the southern entrance--you better hurry up, you're gonna miss it!"
She swept her short black hair back, icy blue gaze drifting down the beach as the cool night air swept in. The coves were a notorious spot for hanging out when the tide was low.. as it swept out the lagoon emptied, leaving wide marvelous caves for exploring... which made it an ideal spot for hand-to-hand combat of Mechas--so long as they weren't older models, or models made specifically to operate as tanks and destroyers.
"Hey Nana... why haven't you ever tried a hand at the fights? You could win you know... your stats at hand to hand are out of this world, and your Mecha is practically designed for speed--"
"I'm not interested Aya... besides, what would I do if Reaper took damage? I'd never forgive myself."
"Yeaaah yeah, I forgot... you're one of those goody-two-shoes who polishes down her Mech instead of letting the ground crew handle it." Nanako could practically hear Aya rolling her eyes, but didn't bother responding. She sprinted quite expertly for wearing those little heels, managing her breath as she cleared the distance, the Academy a looming fortress well behind her... and as she grew closer, the quiet push and pull of the waves soon turned to soft jeers and cheers, and bodies began to form as she walked down the dark tunnel leading to the coves.
"Heeey wait, whoa there... uh... pilot... ID?" A young man with sandy blond hair stopped her just before the crowd began to form, and she could see in the illuminated cove now the figures of the Mecha's motionless on either end of the cove. She extended her hand wordlessly, allowing the sandy-haired teen to scan the band at her wrist, catching a glimpse of his surprise.
"Stealth Squadron? Whoa... dude, you guys never come out--"
"I'm just meeting a friend. I don't fight for sport." She spat bluntly, and pushed past him none too kindly, listening as he chuckled and raised his hands and made some irritatingly misogynistic comment as the girl moved into the crowd. "Aya... where is he?"
"I don't know, I got caught up--just look around he's in here somewhere... I mean, I didn't see him leave.."
It seemed only natural perhaps that the female barracks were in far more of frenzy than to be expected. The girls all but lost their minds, rushing this way and that to prepare and primp themselves for the off chance that they might get a chance to approach, or even address the Captain. Nana felt a sharp tug at her ankle as she absently read over a volume written by one of the earliest Mecha designer and engineers, Kowaru Yamaguchi. "A Ghost in the Shell" was the novel's title, and it held strong emphasis on the possibilities of the Mechas computerized advances, and how some choice programs reacted differently when being tested without the pilot, and with. It suggested the impossible... that the Mechas were not only suits awaiting control of the pilot, but given time they could advance and be fully capable of learning, developing and perhaps even bonding with their pilots. Fantasy, her superiors called it. Absolute rubbish they insisted. She knew better than to mention her belief in these ideals to the higher ups of the Academy. Artificial Intelligence was a far leap for Mechas... humanoid AI robots had just began to make their way into regular production, and they were good for little more than delivering packages and walking dogs.
"Nanako, what the heck are you doing up there, sleeping?! Don't you want to go down and try and see The Hero of Tokyo City?!" The bubbly girl with her long blonde hair gushed excitedly, the flurry of clicks of the girl's uniform-required kitten heels reverberating in the modest suite as dozens of girls rushed down the hall. Erika was a new recruit, at sixteen, assigned beneath her
Of course she wanted to see him... in fact, she wanted to do much, much more than see him. He was exactly the type of pilot she needed to speak to, to train with if at all possible! It was a far stretch, because she knew how busy senior pilots could be... the only other pilot who might have the expertise she needed was a German pilot, and he had retired more than three years ago before she had even been approached to pilot. She'd done her research, and it seemed more of Fate's design that the very day she realized she needed help with her piloting issues, one of the only two people who might be able to help was scheduled to arrive at the Academy to celebrate the year's victory of the Battle of Tokyo City.
"Nanakooo, come onnn! If you don't hurry we'll be at the back of the crowd and we won't see him--"
"I'm not going..." Nana replied curtly, uncurling Erika's fingers from around her ankle. She looked down to see the light brown eyes of the girl wide and pleading. "Oh, Nana-san, come on, you know it's not good to ignore your urges!"
"Urges?" She snorted, and rolled her eyes, realizing that Erika was simply tagging along for the very same reason majority of the female cadets were--to gawk and stare and drool like idiots over the handsome, long-haired war hero. Well, she would have no part of that! "You're ridiculous, Erika-chan..."
"I may be, but I'm honest with myself at least! Urgesss Nana-chan, you've got them like everybody else!" She piped with a ridiculously giddy giggle, and gave an absent wave to Nanako before sprinting out the door. Nanako slid down from the top bunk to close the door and shut out the commotion. Across the room on the observation monitor, she watched as the crowd gathered in attempts to get a glimpse of the Captain, seeing the earlier mentioned motorbike being lead through the main lobby, but not so surprisingly there was no Captain. He had likely made a much less glamourous entrance. She felt she could surely relate to that. Why, if she was a war hero, the last thing she would want would be dozens of teenagers and young adults squealing and cheering and falling all over one-another in an attempt to reach out and touch his hand.
In a matter of moments, the hall was quiet, and Nana carefully marked her place in the book. She'd been re-reading this chapter for hours now... the chapter describing the process of connecting the pilot's brain with that of the Mecha's central computer, and how that process allowed the pilot full control over the Mecha's limbs and weaponry. Without much a thought she gathered a large, fluffy white towel, and opted instead to slip off to the showers while it wasn't so crowded in the female barracks. She'd gotten over showing with five other girls at a time as they all had, but sometimes it was just nice to enjoy the peace and quiet.
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Captain Hakurou Fujimi, pilot of Codename Striker of Alpha Company... you won the battle of Tokyo City, sir, it is an honor... I was wondering if I could have a word with you... Nana nervously played the speak over in her mind, nervously adjusting the blue and black scarf of her Academy uniform. She'd never really been a fan of it, but she wanted desperately to make a good impression... and so she wore the ridiculous pins that marked her top of her class, as well as the tungsten and silver-winged Academy ensign nestled on her right breast marking her one of the team Elites--a stealth trainee. Captain Fujimi, most esteemed pilot of Codename Striker of Alpha Company, sir it is truly an honour--no... no... that's too much... She exhaled in frustration, the small click of her polished black kitten-heels reverberating down the now-empty halls. It was nearly curfew, and so the recruits and many of the subordinate cadets had retired to the common room or their barracks for the night.
"Captain, it is an honour to make your acquaintance... I am Nanako Umari, pilot of Codename Reaper, permission to speak freely, sir..." Her expression was that of a hardened pilot, not that of a seventeen year old young woman. She tugged at the silver hems of her uniform blouse nervousless, dusting non-existent specks from the pleated skirt--a bit too short for her liking. The sheer nude thigh-high stockings that accompanied them did help, a little, but she still felt most days that bending over would surely give someone an eye full of her privates... oh, why couldn't they all just wear pants? "I... I... need your help. I believe Reaper is locking me out of the program consciously--no, Christ, no he's going to think I'm insane..."
"Nana-chan, who the heck are you talking to?" A voice buzzed within' the ear-piece nestled in her ear, causing her to start a bit and nearly trip. She scowled deeply, glancing around to make sure no one had seen as she slipped down the main hall and off to the right... there was an exit that the cameras did not shine upon, not that it would be questioned if she were to leave the Academy. She held proper ranking... only a higher-up would dare to ask where she was going.
"Nobody, Aya--just forget it okay... do you have eyes on him?"
"He just showed up and you won't believe where."
"The library?" Wishful thinking... she knew the chances of catching Hakurou in a lightly occupied area, or being able to speak to him alone were slim to none. It was only confirmed by how the girl on the other end of her ear-piece laughed.
"Yeaaah sure--he just turned up at the Ring?"
"Seriously?" Nana groaned. The last place she wanted to be was surrounded by a bunch of block head male pilots who got their kicks off trying to destroy their Mechas against one another--which was against the Academy rules mind you--rather than fighting the enemy. Victory over this entire war rested on the backs of these young fools and they would sooner destroy their precious machines fighting against one another? She would never understand it... then again, she had never attended. You had to be invited by someone who attended, which was precisely why she commissioned the girl on the other end of the line to run reconnaissance for her... Aya was one of those girls who had a hand in everything. She knew everyone, and what they were doing, everywhere at all times. Perfect for tracking down the Captain, who had proven himself quite elusive.
"Guess who else is here?"
"Just tell me Aya!"
"Riku. Kojawski!" The breathy purr made her stomach turn. If there was one pilot she couldn't stand more than anyone it was that arrogant, persnickety pain in the ass Riku Kojawski--again, an impression she had merely from what she saw and heard, because Nana tried her best to keep most other cadets and pilots at a distance. She didn't want to make friends. Things could go badly out on the field... and she was no stranger to loss already. To be close to someone was practically burying your heart in the sand.
"The coves, right?"
"Yep, about a mile and a half down, by the southern entrance--you better hurry up, you're gonna miss it!"
She swept her short black hair back, icy blue gaze drifting down the beach as the cool night air swept in. The coves were a notorious spot for hanging out when the tide was low.. as it swept out the lagoon emptied, leaving wide marvelous caves for exploring... which made it an ideal spot for hand-to-hand combat of Mechas--so long as they weren't older models, or models made specifically to operate as tanks and destroyers.
"Hey Nana... why haven't you ever tried a hand at the fights? You could win you know... your stats at hand to hand are out of this world, and your Mecha is practically designed for speed--"
"I'm not interested Aya... besides, what would I do if Reaper took damage? I'd never forgive myself."
"Yeaaah yeah, I forgot... you're one of those goody-two-shoes who polishes down her Mech instead of letting the ground crew handle it." Nanako could practically hear Aya rolling her eyes, but didn't bother responding. She sprinted quite expertly for wearing those little heels, managing her breath as she cleared the distance, the Academy a looming fortress well behind her... and as she grew closer, the quiet push and pull of the waves soon turned to soft jeers and cheers, and bodies began to form as she walked down the dark tunnel leading to the coves.
"Heeey wait, whoa there... uh... pilot... ID?" A young man with sandy blond hair stopped her just before the crowd began to form, and she could see in the illuminated cove now the figures of the Mecha's motionless on either end of the cove. She extended her hand wordlessly, allowing the sandy-haired teen to scan the band at her wrist, catching a glimpse of his surprise.
"Stealth Squadron? Whoa... dude, you guys never come out--"
"I'm just meeting a friend. I don't fight for sport." She spat bluntly, and pushed past him none too kindly, listening as he chuckled and raised his hands and made some irritatingly misogynistic comment as the girl moved into the crowd. "Aya... where is he?"
"I don't know, I got caught up--just look around he's in here somewhere... I mean, I didn't see him leave.."
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Now THIS was more like it
Ignoring Hajira’s spluttering protest Hakurou dived into the coves. The smell of oil and engine fluid mixed with the sea salt air was like a soothing boon on his tattered soul. He kept to the shadows keeping his head down and making sure no one could quite get a look on his face as he picked his way through the crowds.
No one was fighting yet but Hakurou didn’t mind. Him being here served two purposes and neither of them truly had anything to do with fighting.
“Hakurou-san can’t we please”
“Hajira I swear I am going to punch you if you keep this up” Hakurou growled eyeing a few girls and looking at their long legs before turning to him.
“’Why don’t you relax?” He said folding his arms “I know you’re an ensign and all but honestly I could tell you stories about the Colonel back in the day that would turn that red hair of yours white”
“I don’t want to hear it” Hajira said sticking his fingers in his ear and running off.
“I knew that would help” Hakurou said chuckling and shaking his head.
“What are you doing here?”
The voice cocky and arrogant sent a chill through Hakurou. His hands tightened balling into fist as he slowly sucked in a deep steadying breath. He turned regarding the swarmy figure in the school uniform and his two brutish lackeys flanked on either side.
Riku
“We need to talk” Hakurou said narrowing his eyes and noting the way some of the students were beginning to circle and whisper. He forced himself to calm relaxing his hands and giving him a look that said “in private”.
“Ha” Riku said snorting and shaking his head as he waved the two goons off.
“The hero of Tokyo City!” Riku called out causing Hakurou to wince “Here in all his glory to watch our Mecha fight!”
The crowd cheered and with growing dread Hakurou watched as word began to travel. He sent his “friend” a death glare letting him know he wasn’t pleased. If it affected Riku at all he didn’t show it and instead came over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Make it fast”
“Our time table has moved up” Hakurou said speaking low “Three weeks”
“Shit” Riku said frowning “That’s not a lot of time”
“No but its our only chance to prove our theory” Hakurou said hating that he needed him but his tone pleading nonetheless.
“When can you make it back?”
“Not until tomorrow… Can you check on him tonight?”
“I can…. Now going to have to make this look real”
“Do it”
The punch came hard sinking into Hakurou stomach. Every one gasped and some of the rowdier onlookers screamed fight in an attempt to rile Hakurou into retaliation. Hakurou ignored it instead taking the punch and dropping to his knees.
“Some hero!” Riku called giving Hakurou another contempt filled look before nodding at his lackies. They came to his side helping him push through the crowd as it looked on in surprise.
Hakurou rose to his feet his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He saw Hajira at the edge looking at him with worry and shot him a smile. He moved through the crowd waving off some of the teenagers bold enough to reach out and talk to him.
“Come on people!” He finally called out standing in front of one of the Mecha’s currently primed and ready “are we here to gossip or are we here to fight?!”
His words were enough to whip the teenage pilots out of their stupor. They roared in approval and several of them raced to their Mecha’s to fight the next round. Hakurou blew out a sigh of relief leaning against the rocky wall of the cove and smiling as he watched the young pilots begin to spar and fight.
“They have no idea what there in for” He said his tone soft. He continued to watch them unaware of the stormy angry looking figure advancing on him.
“DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!”
He fell over completely surprised by Hajira’s sudden outburst. The young ensign was standing behind him his face slowly turning different shades of red as Hakurou shook the sand off of his body.
“If the colonel found out you had been harmed!”
Hakurou laughed shaking his head and dusting the wet sand off of his jacket.
“Oh?” Hakurou said raising an eyebrow “And if he found out you had pushed me onto a rocky beach where I could have been horribly maimed? How do you think he would react?”
Hajira deflated like a balloon his face going from firetruck red to pale white. He jumped forward his hand slapping at Hakurou for several seconds before he tried to strip out of his own clothes.
“Please Hakurou-san take my own clothes!”
“NO!” Hakurou shouted running from the Hajira as he attempted to give him his jacket.
“What is wrong with you?!”
Ignoring Hajira’s spluttering protest Hakurou dived into the coves. The smell of oil and engine fluid mixed with the sea salt air was like a soothing boon on his tattered soul. He kept to the shadows keeping his head down and making sure no one could quite get a look on his face as he picked his way through the crowds.
No one was fighting yet but Hakurou didn’t mind. Him being here served two purposes and neither of them truly had anything to do with fighting.
“Hakurou-san can’t we please”
“Hajira I swear I am going to punch you if you keep this up” Hakurou growled eyeing a few girls and looking at their long legs before turning to him.
“’Why don’t you relax?” He said folding his arms “I know you’re an ensign and all but honestly I could tell you stories about the Colonel back in the day that would turn that red hair of yours white”
“I don’t want to hear it” Hajira said sticking his fingers in his ear and running off.
“I knew that would help” Hakurou said chuckling and shaking his head.
“What are you doing here?”
The voice cocky and arrogant sent a chill through Hakurou. His hands tightened balling into fist as he slowly sucked in a deep steadying breath. He turned regarding the swarmy figure in the school uniform and his two brutish lackeys flanked on either side.
Riku
“We need to talk” Hakurou said narrowing his eyes and noting the way some of the students were beginning to circle and whisper. He forced himself to calm relaxing his hands and giving him a look that said “in private”.
“Ha” Riku said snorting and shaking his head as he waved the two goons off.
“The hero of Tokyo City!” Riku called out causing Hakurou to wince “Here in all his glory to watch our Mecha fight!”
The crowd cheered and with growing dread Hakurou watched as word began to travel. He sent his “friend” a death glare letting him know he wasn’t pleased. If it affected Riku at all he didn’t show it and instead came over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Make it fast”
“Our time table has moved up” Hakurou said speaking low “Three weeks”
“Shit” Riku said frowning “That’s not a lot of time”
“No but its our only chance to prove our theory” Hakurou said hating that he needed him but his tone pleading nonetheless.
“When can you make it back?”
“Not until tomorrow… Can you check on him tonight?”
“I can…. Now going to have to make this look real”
“Do it”
The punch came hard sinking into Hakurou stomach. Every one gasped and some of the rowdier onlookers screamed fight in an attempt to rile Hakurou into retaliation. Hakurou ignored it instead taking the punch and dropping to his knees.
“Some hero!” Riku called giving Hakurou another contempt filled look before nodding at his lackies. They came to his side helping him push through the crowd as it looked on in surprise.
Hakurou rose to his feet his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He saw Hajira at the edge looking at him with worry and shot him a smile. He moved through the crowd waving off some of the teenagers bold enough to reach out and talk to him.
“Come on people!” He finally called out standing in front of one of the Mecha’s currently primed and ready “are we here to gossip or are we here to fight?!”
His words were enough to whip the teenage pilots out of their stupor. They roared in approval and several of them raced to their Mecha’s to fight the next round. Hakurou blew out a sigh of relief leaning against the rocky wall of the cove and smiling as he watched the young pilots begin to spar and fight.
“They have no idea what there in for” He said his tone soft. He continued to watch them unaware of the stormy angry looking figure advancing on him.
“DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!”
He fell over completely surprised by Hajira’s sudden outburst. The young ensign was standing behind him his face slowly turning different shades of red as Hakurou shook the sand off of his body.
“If the colonel found out you had been harmed!”
Hakurou laughed shaking his head and dusting the wet sand off of his jacket.
“Oh?” Hakurou said raising an eyebrow “And if he found out you had pushed me onto a rocky beach where I could have been horribly maimed? How do you think he would react?”
Hajira deflated like a balloon his face going from firetruck red to pale white. He jumped forward his hand slapping at Hakurou for several seconds before he tried to strip out of his own clothes.
“Please Hakurou-san take my own clothes!”
“NO!” Hakurou shouted running from the Hajira as he attempted to give him his jacket.
“What is wrong with you?!”
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"Aya, I can't see a thing--why the hell is it so dark in here?!" She struggled to make out the words of her trusted cohort in the small ear-piece, maneuvering her way about the crowd as best she could. At five-feet and one inch and weighing one hundred and twenty pounds, Nanako was all but eclipsed in the cluster of young adults--and with more men than women here she vanished in the crowd even more so. She tried in vain to identify Hakurou amongst the crowd, eventually moving to the far walls of the cove, still glistening with droplets of precipitation, and small clusters of barnacles which thrived during high tide.
"Why don't you just get a good spot and watch the fights? They're actually a lot more entertaining then you'd think!"
"We have simulations for sparring... this is reckless." Nana muttered in response to the cheery voice of her companion.
"Hey, I see you! At your six!" She found herself spinning abruptly, catching sight of the long-haired girl's unruly mass of auburn hair and bright wine-red eyes, the smug expression of the trouble-maker she was radiating off of her. Right down to her 'uniform enhancements', Aya was constantly trying to make a statement. She wasn't a pilot, but rather technical support, which was perhaps how she had a hand on every neat gadget and update available for a Mecha and pilot... all the more reason she was a trusted ally.
Just as the taller girl found her way before her however, a commotion had broken out amongst the group, despite the fact that the fights were yet to start, commanding everyone's attention. Nana gritted her teeth hard, watching the ever so popular Riku confront the very man she had come all the way down here to speak to, her small hands curling into tight fists. Nanako was known for her fiery personality, but not so much her knack for violence despite her training. She was a martial artist, yes, but she did not fight frivolously... and never in her life had she ever wanted to punch someone so badly as she did now. As the sucker-punch began to escalate, the girls were caught in the rush of the testosterone laden crowd roaring for excitement and found themselves shoved and nudged to the front of the group yet not quite close enough to make out too much of the conversation.
Just as quickly as the little spat had began though, it was over. The crowds began to push back, allowing the Mechas their space as the pilots who had come to spar took to their machines, leaving Aya and Nanako in far clearer sights of Hakurou and his bumbling and over-eager escort.
"Well, here's your chance--good luck!" Aya cackled, grasping Nana's shoulder tightly and shoving her forward toward the Captain and his young escort. She recognized Hajima, as well as his ranking... a decorated young pilot, though he was notoriously nervous during simulation training and perhaps a bit too by-the-book... even for Nana's taste. She turned her head to see that the auburn haired girl had all but vanished--gone off to stand as close as humanly possible to Riku like the other young ladies among the group no doubt. Gushing fangirls. She managed to keep from rolling her eyes, slowly approaching the pair and then perhaps just as quickly second guessing as she saw Hajima whirl his jacket off and offer it to his superior, before fumbling with his belt.
"What on earth are you doing?" She blurted before she could stop herself, unable to help herself. "I... really don't think this is the place to uh... do... whatever it is you're doing...?"
Silence, but only for a moment. She snapped her eyes from Hajima, to Hakurou, and cleared her throat as she straightened already immaculate posture, and offered a curt salute.
"Captain Hakurou Fujimi, it is a true honor... I've read your company's field report more times than I can count." The soft-spoken girl forced herself to relax her stance, her arms crossing out of habit over her chest, perhaps giving away her nervousness in the moment. Nana was not nervous around other people... only her Mecha, and that seemed far more a recent thing as she began to have difficulties with her connection. She snapped out of her own mind, realizing she had yet to introduce herself, a soft tint of pink staining her smooth pale cheeks. "First Ensign Nanako Umari, sir... I am the pilot of Codename Reaper, Stealth Squadron... I... I was wondering if I could have a word with you?" She swallowed gently, looking to Hajima now as she spoke broadly. "In private, if possible?"
"Why don't you just get a good spot and watch the fights? They're actually a lot more entertaining then you'd think!"
"We have simulations for sparring... this is reckless." Nana muttered in response to the cheery voice of her companion.
"Hey, I see you! At your six!" She found herself spinning abruptly, catching sight of the long-haired girl's unruly mass of auburn hair and bright wine-red eyes, the smug expression of the trouble-maker she was radiating off of her. Right down to her 'uniform enhancements', Aya was constantly trying to make a statement. She wasn't a pilot, but rather technical support, which was perhaps how she had a hand on every neat gadget and update available for a Mecha and pilot... all the more reason she was a trusted ally.
Just as the taller girl found her way before her however, a commotion had broken out amongst the group, despite the fact that the fights were yet to start, commanding everyone's attention. Nana gritted her teeth hard, watching the ever so popular Riku confront the very man she had come all the way down here to speak to, her small hands curling into tight fists. Nanako was known for her fiery personality, but not so much her knack for violence despite her training. She was a martial artist, yes, but she did not fight frivolously... and never in her life had she ever wanted to punch someone so badly as she did now. As the sucker-punch began to escalate, the girls were caught in the rush of the testosterone laden crowd roaring for excitement and found themselves shoved and nudged to the front of the group yet not quite close enough to make out too much of the conversation.
Just as quickly as the little spat had began though, it was over. The crowds began to push back, allowing the Mechas their space as the pilots who had come to spar took to their machines, leaving Aya and Nanako in far clearer sights of Hakurou and his bumbling and over-eager escort.
"Well, here's your chance--good luck!" Aya cackled, grasping Nana's shoulder tightly and shoving her forward toward the Captain and his young escort. She recognized Hajima, as well as his ranking... a decorated young pilot, though he was notoriously nervous during simulation training and perhaps a bit too by-the-book... even for Nana's taste. She turned her head to see that the auburn haired girl had all but vanished--gone off to stand as close as humanly possible to Riku like the other young ladies among the group no doubt. Gushing fangirls. She managed to keep from rolling her eyes, slowly approaching the pair and then perhaps just as quickly second guessing as she saw Hajima whirl his jacket off and offer it to his superior, before fumbling with his belt.
"What on earth are you doing?" She blurted before she could stop herself, unable to help herself. "I... really don't think this is the place to uh... do... whatever it is you're doing...?"
Silence, but only for a moment. She snapped her eyes from Hajima, to Hakurou, and cleared her throat as she straightened already immaculate posture, and offered a curt salute.
"Captain Hakurou Fujimi, it is a true honor... I've read your company's field report more times than I can count." The soft-spoken girl forced herself to relax her stance, her arms crossing out of habit over her chest, perhaps giving away her nervousness in the moment. Nana was not nervous around other people... only her Mecha, and that seemed far more a recent thing as she began to have difficulties with her connection. She snapped out of her own mind, realizing she had yet to introduce herself, a soft tint of pink staining her smooth pale cheeks. "First Ensign Nanako Umari, sir... I am the pilot of Codename Reaper, Stealth Squadron... I... I was wondering if I could have a word with you?" She swallowed gently, looking to Hajima now as she spoke broadly. "In private, if possible?"
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Hakurou was just about to punch the guy when the girl appeared.
“If you’ll get me away from this madman then you have a deal” Hakurou said glaring at Hajira as he tried to undo his belt.
“Hajira why don’t you go REALX” Hakurou said stressing the word as he threw Hajira’s own jacket back at him. He rolled his eyes as the young ensign stumbled and without another word grabbed the girl by her arm and dragged her away.
“Don’t mind the man handling” Hakurou called back leading her deeper into the caves “But at this point I was contemplating jumping into Tokyo Bay to run from the man and his stripping”
He led her past a few more twists and turns before finally stopping in a sandy cavernous cave. It was far bigger than the ones the Mecha fights were going in on and featured a long-vaulted ceiling that was cast in shadow. Patterns of moon light reflected on the ceiling in several places and for a few seconds there was nothing but the sea lapping at the porous rocks.
“So First Ensign” Hakurou said watching her as he walked over to the rock and leaned against it “What can I do for you? Please don’t say autographs or something silly like that! The last person to try and ask me for one ended up with their ass on the floor”
He meant it to. He was the very embodiment of anti-fame. He detested the idea that he had done something to celebrate or that him having lived should be celebrated. Eventually the brass got the hint and stopped trying to turn him into a celebrity but some of the civilians still thought of him as such.
He wouldn’t admit but a part of him had hoped the school would be different. His memories of the place were fond filled with he and his friends training relaxing and banding together to become the team they were. It was also the first place he met Striker the first time the two linked together. There was a friendship forged in fire, with the two of them being forced to work together and overcome to become the strongest they could be.
He sighed his eyes distant and stormy as his emotions threatened to take hold once more. Slipping into depression wouldn’t do him any good here. The pilots would see it and would lose their reserves…. No he would have to pretend to be better, try and at least give them something to hope and to strive for. One day he would tell them about way… TRULY tell them.
But that day was far off.
His hair ruffled in the breeze as the two regarded each other. He assessed her not as a man shamelessly checking out a woman but as one pilot to the other. Not that she wasn’t attractive with her petite muscular body and her sexy schoolgirl outfit it was just that he was far more interested in her as a pilot and colleague. She carried a strong gaze, a warriors personality that came through in her step and the way she held herself. She was sure, sure of her situation even if she was nervous to ask him something.
She was unlike Akiko in a lot of ways.
That thought was dangerous so he discarded it. He pushed himself off the rock wall and came over to her listening as she spoke. When she finished he stood in front of her eyeing her and sizing her up with renewed interest.
“If you’ll get me away from this madman then you have a deal” Hakurou said glaring at Hajira as he tried to undo his belt.
“Hajira why don’t you go REALX” Hakurou said stressing the word as he threw Hajira’s own jacket back at him. He rolled his eyes as the young ensign stumbled and without another word grabbed the girl by her arm and dragged her away.
“Don’t mind the man handling” Hakurou called back leading her deeper into the caves “But at this point I was contemplating jumping into Tokyo Bay to run from the man and his stripping”
He led her past a few more twists and turns before finally stopping in a sandy cavernous cave. It was far bigger than the ones the Mecha fights were going in on and featured a long-vaulted ceiling that was cast in shadow. Patterns of moon light reflected on the ceiling in several places and for a few seconds there was nothing but the sea lapping at the porous rocks.
“So First Ensign” Hakurou said watching her as he walked over to the rock and leaned against it “What can I do for you? Please don’t say autographs or something silly like that! The last person to try and ask me for one ended up with their ass on the floor”
He meant it to. He was the very embodiment of anti-fame. He detested the idea that he had done something to celebrate or that him having lived should be celebrated. Eventually the brass got the hint and stopped trying to turn him into a celebrity but some of the civilians still thought of him as such.
He wouldn’t admit but a part of him had hoped the school would be different. His memories of the place were fond filled with he and his friends training relaxing and banding together to become the team they were. It was also the first place he met Striker the first time the two linked together. There was a friendship forged in fire, with the two of them being forced to work together and overcome to become the strongest they could be.
He sighed his eyes distant and stormy as his emotions threatened to take hold once more. Slipping into depression wouldn’t do him any good here. The pilots would see it and would lose their reserves…. No he would have to pretend to be better, try and at least give them something to hope and to strive for. One day he would tell them about way… TRULY tell them.
But that day was far off.
His hair ruffled in the breeze as the two regarded each other. He assessed her not as a man shamelessly checking out a woman but as one pilot to the other. Not that she wasn’t attractive with her petite muscular body and her sexy schoolgirl outfit it was just that he was far more interested in her as a pilot and colleague. She carried a strong gaze, a warriors personality that came through in her step and the way she held herself. She was sure, sure of her situation even if she was nervous to ask him something.
She was unlike Akiko in a lot of ways.
That thought was dangerous so he discarded it. He pushed himself off the rock wall and came over to her listening as she spoke. When she finished he stood in front of her eyeing her and sizing her up with renewed interest.
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She hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, or for the Captain to appear so eager to speak with her... of course, having an overly zealously eager to please young and rather unwanted escort trying to strip down to his under garments so that he could attempt to offer them to his superior. Nevertheless Nana found the unusual young pilot at the back of her mind when Hakurou gladly accepted her interruption, and grasped her arm firmly, dragging her off away from the gathering of youth who had now fully engulfed themselves in the fights before them. She caught sight of the larger model Mechas exchanging blows, grappling and rolling amongst the still damp sand much to the entertainment of the onlookers. In moments, they disappeared as they moved down the cavern-like halls of the popular spot, the voices of her peers turning into quiet echoes off the walls.
Her bright blue eyes adjusted quickly to the cool, damp and dim-lit area, and soon she realized there was something inside of here aiding in lighting the cave--bio-luminescent caterpillars gathered above, casting a light turquoise glow upon them. A sense of relief had began to creep over her, ever so grateful of the circumstances... she'd have to thank Hajira for being such a helpful albeit odd and unconventional assist in her attempts to gain Hakurou's mentorship. Honestly, she felt even a simple conversation of her struggles would be more than enough, but if it were at all possible she had a feeling if anyone could help her become a better pilot it was this young man... and well, lets just forget the fact that he happened to be a national hero. And the fact that he was quite handsome. She felt an unusual shift in temperature as she made that silent observation from her peripheral vision, a soft tint of pink staining her cheeks, picking up her pace ever so slightly so that Hakurou wasn't so much pulling her along as he was guiding her. They ended at a cave rather spacious and honestly it made her wonder why her peers hadn't bothered to use it as their illegal sparring grounds rather than the first. Perhaps they simply hadn't thought to venture back--or perhaps the Mechas simply couldn't make it through the narrow tunnels to get back here. In any case.... there was something eerily serene about the moonlit cave. Calm, and peaceful. She allowed Hakurou to become comfortable, and relaxed a bit herself, though her slender arms crossed gently over her chest out of habit.
"So First Ensign... What can I do for you? Please don’t say autographs or something silly like that! The last person to try and ask me for one ended up with their ass on the floor." A soft laugh left her lips, strands of silky dark hair kissing her cheeks as she shook her head, "No, sir, of course not... I wouldn't dare waste your time with something so foolish..."
She trailed off for a moment, and averted her gaze from Hakurou as she attempted to find her voice again, or even how to go about requesting his guidance. You'd better say something or risk looking like some kind of stupid, star-struck fangirl... Her eyes snapped up immediately, and she all but blurted the words out in fear of looking like just another hormonal teenaged girl before the decorated war-hero. He looked tired... entirely dedicated to hearing her out, but surely.. tired. Tired in a way she might have been familiar with, when her fears and insecurities sent her into a frenzy on the simulation field. "I meant to ask you a few questions regarding the Mechas, and perhaps get some... sort of advise from you? I find myself in a... unique.. situation, especially recently as I near graduation. I fear if I don't resolve this, my first assignment is doomed to be a disaster and if I don't die, then I'm surely going to get someone in my Squadron killed."
Again her voice quieted. It would make sense to tell him everything, and from the beginning. "When it first began, I was in co-operative combat simulation, and the pilot I was partnered with had come under distress. I panicked and without warning, my Mecha severed our connection, and shut down. The Field Commander filed for a psychiatric evaluation believing perhaps something like repressed memories were causing me problems, or perhaps post-traumatic stress... I was cleared with a diagnosis of selective anxiety. The doctor said I was experiencing panic attacks and prescribed a simple anti-anxiety medication." She gently shifted her weight from one foot to the other, arms relaxing ever so slightly as she did so and her hands slid down until they clasped one another.
"The thing is... I don't think it's the memories or distractions. It's usually only moments of stress that cause the panic attack--either a mistake during combat simulation, a choice that must be made, like leaving a comrade without cover... and now, lately, endurance simulations." She brought her slender fingers up to massage her temples gently as frustration made itself apparent upon her face. The more she thought about it even now, the more it was frustrating her, and now she was faced with the most difficult moment yet... sharing her absolutely insane amateur opinion. She dropped her arms to her side and met Hakurou's gaze with her own vibrant blue eyes, her young features incredibly serious.
"Captain, if you would... please keep what I'm about to say to you between us. I wouldn't doubt the Field Commander would suspend me and perhaps even send me off-base for mental evaluations, if this ever got back to him," She wet her lips, and took a deep breath, "Reaper is severing the connection, it isn't a glitch or malfunction. I believe my Mecha is aware of my distress and... I... believe he doesn't like it.. so he's pushing me out and locking down. I know, it sounds insane... have you ever experienced anything like this? A Mecha can't possible refuse a command or react to your vital signature independently..."
Her bright blue eyes adjusted quickly to the cool, damp and dim-lit area, and soon she realized there was something inside of here aiding in lighting the cave--bio-luminescent caterpillars gathered above, casting a light turquoise glow upon them. A sense of relief had began to creep over her, ever so grateful of the circumstances... she'd have to thank Hajira for being such a helpful albeit odd and unconventional assist in her attempts to gain Hakurou's mentorship. Honestly, she felt even a simple conversation of her struggles would be more than enough, but if it were at all possible she had a feeling if anyone could help her become a better pilot it was this young man... and well, lets just forget the fact that he happened to be a national hero. And the fact that he was quite handsome. She felt an unusual shift in temperature as she made that silent observation from her peripheral vision, a soft tint of pink staining her cheeks, picking up her pace ever so slightly so that Hakurou wasn't so much pulling her along as he was guiding her. They ended at a cave rather spacious and honestly it made her wonder why her peers hadn't bothered to use it as their illegal sparring grounds rather than the first. Perhaps they simply hadn't thought to venture back--or perhaps the Mechas simply couldn't make it through the narrow tunnels to get back here. In any case.... there was something eerily serene about the moonlit cave. Calm, and peaceful. She allowed Hakurou to become comfortable, and relaxed a bit herself, though her slender arms crossed gently over her chest out of habit.
"So First Ensign... What can I do for you? Please don’t say autographs or something silly like that! The last person to try and ask me for one ended up with their ass on the floor." A soft laugh left her lips, strands of silky dark hair kissing her cheeks as she shook her head, "No, sir, of course not... I wouldn't dare waste your time with something so foolish..."
She trailed off for a moment, and averted her gaze from Hakurou as she attempted to find her voice again, or even how to go about requesting his guidance. You'd better say something or risk looking like some kind of stupid, star-struck fangirl... Her eyes snapped up immediately, and she all but blurted the words out in fear of looking like just another hormonal teenaged girl before the decorated war-hero. He looked tired... entirely dedicated to hearing her out, but surely.. tired. Tired in a way she might have been familiar with, when her fears and insecurities sent her into a frenzy on the simulation field. "I meant to ask you a few questions regarding the Mechas, and perhaps get some... sort of advise from you? I find myself in a... unique.. situation, especially recently as I near graduation. I fear if I don't resolve this, my first assignment is doomed to be a disaster and if I don't die, then I'm surely going to get someone in my Squadron killed."
Again her voice quieted. It would make sense to tell him everything, and from the beginning. "When it first began, I was in co-operative combat simulation, and the pilot I was partnered with had come under distress. I panicked and without warning, my Mecha severed our connection, and shut down. The Field Commander filed for a psychiatric evaluation believing perhaps something like repressed memories were causing me problems, or perhaps post-traumatic stress... I was cleared with a diagnosis of selective anxiety. The doctor said I was experiencing panic attacks and prescribed a simple anti-anxiety medication." She gently shifted her weight from one foot to the other, arms relaxing ever so slightly as she did so and her hands slid down until they clasped one another.
"The thing is... I don't think it's the memories or distractions. It's usually only moments of stress that cause the panic attack--either a mistake during combat simulation, a choice that must be made, like leaving a comrade without cover... and now, lately, endurance simulations." She brought her slender fingers up to massage her temples gently as frustration made itself apparent upon her face. The more she thought about it even now, the more it was frustrating her, and now she was faced with the most difficult moment yet... sharing her absolutely insane amateur opinion. She dropped her arms to her side and met Hakurou's gaze with her own vibrant blue eyes, her young features incredibly serious.
"Captain, if you would... please keep what I'm about to say to you between us. I wouldn't doubt the Field Commander would suspend me and perhaps even send me off-base for mental evaluations, if this ever got back to him," She wet her lips, and took a deep breath, "Reaper is severing the connection, it isn't a glitch or malfunction. I believe my Mecha is aware of my distress and... I... believe he doesn't like it.. so he's pushing me out and locking down. I know, it sounds insane... have you ever experienced anything like this? A Mecha can't possible refuse a command or react to your vital signature independently..."
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She took a minute to compose herself and Hakurou used the time to further study the young woman. His eyes ran up and down her form noting with some pleasure how well she filled out her uniform. She was beautiful with soft features and a figure that would have made any man in the school droll. She seemed reserved to not so much shy but a quite thinker type that interested him far more than he was willing to admit. He didn’t remember seeing her here during his time in the school which wasn’t entirely strange since the Academy’s student body was doubling in size every year.
He stopped his ogling as she spoke out of respect and genuine curiosity. Unlike the other girls in the school she seemed actively interested in having a conversation with him. There was also a sense of urgency to her tone, something important to her.
He listened checking his judgement and his own issues as she told him of her plight. When she began to speak about her Mecha he tightened but otherwise didn’t say a word or attempt to leave. It was hard, even painful in some ways to hear a pilot speak so highly of her Mecha and the relationship they were forming. Memories of Striker bubbled to the forefront of his mind and with some dread Hakurou felt his eyes well up with tears.
“Not now” He thought to himself breathing in deeply and pushing the memories back. He focused on the here and know using his senses like he was taught to combat his PTSD. The lapping of the waves against the rock, the glow of the different bugs and caterpillars, and more important the alluring girl standing in front of him. The memories cleared fading back into the box they came from.
He stood up straighter becoming much more interested when she spoke of her plight. She and her Mecha were having a connection issue? His mind ran with the thought his theories about the Mecha and their true intelligence running wild. He forced himself to stop to listen to her as she began to recount her story from the beginning. She spoke of an incident a cooperative exercise that went wrong. That in itself wasn’t a big surprise. The operations and combat simulations were by design meant to push and test the connection of a Mecha and its pilot. The Mecha having served the connection itself was even normal as was the required evaluation afterwards.
However, … There was more to it than a simple connection issue. Much much more. Hakurou listened intently his eyes locked onto her as she spoke of her own thoughts on the incident and feelings. He could feel the frustration creeping into her voice evidence of how this was affecting her. The tension began to roll off of her and when she looked at him again her eyes were utterly serious.
She revealed her theory quickly clearly nervous and afraid of sounding like an idiot. Little did she know! Her theory which was so much like his it was uncanny centered around the idea that Mecha’s possessed far more intelligence than previously believed. For her and her Mecha it meant that there was something preventing them from establishing a true connection. She asked him if he had experienced anything like it and the young man couldn’t help but laugh a true open laugh that echoed off the cave walls.
“I’m sorry” He finally said shaking his head “It’s just when you asked if I have experienced anything like that… Well let’s just say that I have a host of experience with this very specific issue ”
He wasn’t ready to tell her JUST what happened between him and Striker. So instead he decided to focus on her and her own issues with her Mecha. There would be time for that later after he took a look at her Mecha.
“Without getting into it” Hakurou said placing a hand on her shoulder “Yes I have experienced what you’re talking about. Scientist will debate and insist it but I believe our Mecha are much smarter than they let us believe. My Mecha saved my life and I’m not saying that he overrode my commands and saved me in a way that should have been impossible.”
He paused letting that sink in before continuing.
“Your Mecha it sounds like he is terminating your connection” Hakurou said speaking plainly to her “I believe it has to do with your own nervousness. I can feel the tension coming from you in waves. Your frustrated letting the training experience get to you and sour the connection. The mecha does not like the tension and so the link breaks to much pressure on it. When piloting a Mecha you have to be firm unmoving even”
He paused looking out at the entrance before looking at her and grinning. His eyes flashed dangerously a idea forming in them.
“I can help you… if you like” He explained moving away from her and going to the entrance.
“Let’s go to your Mecha…. You need to speak to him connect with him preferably when there isn’t any pressure to perform. Is he here to fight? Or in the loading bay? I believe I can help you if you’re willing to break a few rules that is”
For the first time in a while Hakurou was filled with excitement. This could be it! The key to he and Riku’s own project. Her Mecha could help Striker or at the very least provide him with more data on the phenomenon. He practically bounced on the balls of his feet as he turned waiting for her answer.
He stopped his ogling as she spoke out of respect and genuine curiosity. Unlike the other girls in the school she seemed actively interested in having a conversation with him. There was also a sense of urgency to her tone, something important to her.
He listened checking his judgement and his own issues as she told him of her plight. When she began to speak about her Mecha he tightened but otherwise didn’t say a word or attempt to leave. It was hard, even painful in some ways to hear a pilot speak so highly of her Mecha and the relationship they were forming. Memories of Striker bubbled to the forefront of his mind and with some dread Hakurou felt his eyes well up with tears.
“Not now” He thought to himself breathing in deeply and pushing the memories back. He focused on the here and know using his senses like he was taught to combat his PTSD. The lapping of the waves against the rock, the glow of the different bugs and caterpillars, and more important the alluring girl standing in front of him. The memories cleared fading back into the box they came from.
He stood up straighter becoming much more interested when she spoke of her plight. She and her Mecha were having a connection issue? His mind ran with the thought his theories about the Mecha and their true intelligence running wild. He forced himself to stop to listen to her as she began to recount her story from the beginning. She spoke of an incident a cooperative exercise that went wrong. That in itself wasn’t a big surprise. The operations and combat simulations were by design meant to push and test the connection of a Mecha and its pilot. The Mecha having served the connection itself was even normal as was the required evaluation afterwards.
However, … There was more to it than a simple connection issue. Much much more. Hakurou listened intently his eyes locked onto her as she spoke of her own thoughts on the incident and feelings. He could feel the frustration creeping into her voice evidence of how this was affecting her. The tension began to roll off of her and when she looked at him again her eyes were utterly serious.
She revealed her theory quickly clearly nervous and afraid of sounding like an idiot. Little did she know! Her theory which was so much like his it was uncanny centered around the idea that Mecha’s possessed far more intelligence than previously believed. For her and her Mecha it meant that there was something preventing them from establishing a true connection. She asked him if he had experienced anything like it and the young man couldn’t help but laugh a true open laugh that echoed off the cave walls.
“I’m sorry” He finally said shaking his head “It’s just when you asked if I have experienced anything like that… Well let’s just say that I have a host of experience with this very specific issue ”
He wasn’t ready to tell her JUST what happened between him and Striker. So instead he decided to focus on her and her own issues with her Mecha. There would be time for that later after he took a look at her Mecha.
“Without getting into it” Hakurou said placing a hand on her shoulder “Yes I have experienced what you’re talking about. Scientist will debate and insist it but I believe our Mecha are much smarter than they let us believe. My Mecha saved my life and I’m not saying that he overrode my commands and saved me in a way that should have been impossible.”
He paused letting that sink in before continuing.
“Your Mecha it sounds like he is terminating your connection” Hakurou said speaking plainly to her “I believe it has to do with your own nervousness. I can feel the tension coming from you in waves. Your frustrated letting the training experience get to you and sour the connection. The mecha does not like the tension and so the link breaks to much pressure on it. When piloting a Mecha you have to be firm unmoving even”
He paused looking out at the entrance before looking at her and grinning. His eyes flashed dangerously a idea forming in them.
“I can help you… if you like” He explained moving away from her and going to the entrance.
“Let’s go to your Mecha…. You need to speak to him connect with him preferably when there isn’t any pressure to perform. Is he here to fight? Or in the loading bay? I believe I can help you if you’re willing to break a few rules that is”
For the first time in a while Hakurou was filled with excitement. This could be it! The key to he and Riku’s own project. Her Mecha could help Striker or at the very least provide him with more data on the phenomenon. He practically bounced on the balls of his feet as he turned waiting for her answer.
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Somewhere, at some point, it dawned on Nanako that she had somehow upset or offended Hakurou... she studied his expressions adamantly as she described her situation as best she could without going too far into details. She saw the tones of pain slipping into his gaze, the way his eyes glossed over a bit as if the threat of tears were imminent. It was, after all, one of the very things that made her such an ample candidate for one of the Academy's most esteemed programs... they were the elites of offense, and once all members of the Squadron had become acquainted and learned to operate as a single, multi-pilot unit, they would be the front line of offense to finally winning this war. The pressure was almost unbearable.
Already she was formulating her apology, but it seemed just as quickly as the swell of emotions had overcome the Captain, they were gone... and even more, he hadn't reacted to her as she was dreading. He didn't say she needed to go lay down and rest, and he didn't dismiss her as her superiors had countless times before by telling her any idea that the Mecha was acting on its own accord was completely bogus. He agreed with her theory! He had witnessed something similar or perhaps even greater before--he had been a pilot for much, much longer than she had after all. Hell, he seemed excited even. A pleasant disbelief had crept onto the girl's fair features, unable to help the smile tugging the corners of her full mouth, finally finding that uncommon relaxation in Hakurou's presence that rare few of her peers could bring her. She was usually tense, wound tightly from the pressure she faced and her almost desperate desire to avenge her fallen family and her country from the invasive threat seemingly in attempts to wipe humanity from existence.
"I can help you... if you like."
"Really?!" Never in a million years. She expected he might have some kind of advice for her, yes, but he wanted to go see first hand--he wanted to meet Reaper! The outburst was a bit loud even for Nana, her voice vibrating in all of its excitement off of the cavern walls, causing the girl to cover her mouth momentarily realizing she all but shouted at Hakurou when he asked to see her Mecha. "Oh, no... no, I've never fought--or.. well, I suppose they're sparring? Reaper is an XTZ-model, it would not be a fair fight against most of the Mechas in attendance here." Her voice had returned to it's usual mellow tones as she spoke matter-of-factly, "If you're familiar with them, they're blindingly fast... there aren't many in production because of how much longer training takes to prepare the pilot. They have substantially less armor... I say with total modesty, I'd probably injure another pilot. I've done it before... during simulation... those environments are so much more controlled." She trailed off gently, bringing a hand up to rub her left shoulder out of nervous habit. She wasn't proud of it. Damage done to a Mecha was one thing, but to injure a pilot? She had passed during simulation and no longer needed to spar against humans, and for that, she was ever so grateful.
"Listen to me--I'm sure you're well aware, Captain, I don't suppose even if you're not on active duty anymore you are any less up-to-date on Mechas. Let's go, I'll take you to Reaper."
The loading bay was silent, as it should be at this hour. The night-watch gave her little hassle, perhaps even more so because of who she was accompanied with, and so gaining access went with little event, and they soon found themselves idly venturing down rows and rows of Mechas. Those near the entrance of course were training--large, damaged, and out-of-date machines which would not see the battlefield unless it were an absolute necessity. Shortly there after came those assigned to pilots in waves of offense, defense, evacuation and rescue and finally, those belonging to the illusive stealth squadron. The row of advanced Mechas in their glistening, polished titanium-alloy glory rested in the back of the bay, each identicle in appearance to the next. They were primarily black with dark violet accents, significantly stream-lined in their appearance, each with their Codename etched across the chest.
"I swear they keep them so far back to keep the other pilots from bothering them... Codename: Primus, Diesel, Valkyrie and Reaper. I'm told that we aren't allowed to be acquainted with the other pilots on a personal until we begin training as a unit, to lower the risk of liability." Nana said gently, stopping before her Reaper, a soft smile curling over her lips. She remember still the first time she had seen the Mecha during it's prototype display... how determined she had been to make certain she would be one of the pilots on this Squadron. "They call us the Four Horsemen. It's silly I think..."
She approached slowly, extending a hand to gently stroke the polished metal. She took pride in her Mecha... often times, when it came to the maintenance and upcare, Nanako would forsake her own recreational time to clean the Mecha properly herself--a six hour long task mind you. "Well... I suppose we should wake him up, shouldn't we?"
Already she was formulating her apology, but it seemed just as quickly as the swell of emotions had overcome the Captain, they were gone... and even more, he hadn't reacted to her as she was dreading. He didn't say she needed to go lay down and rest, and he didn't dismiss her as her superiors had countless times before by telling her any idea that the Mecha was acting on its own accord was completely bogus. He agreed with her theory! He had witnessed something similar or perhaps even greater before--he had been a pilot for much, much longer than she had after all. Hell, he seemed excited even. A pleasant disbelief had crept onto the girl's fair features, unable to help the smile tugging the corners of her full mouth, finally finding that uncommon relaxation in Hakurou's presence that rare few of her peers could bring her. She was usually tense, wound tightly from the pressure she faced and her almost desperate desire to avenge her fallen family and her country from the invasive threat seemingly in attempts to wipe humanity from existence.
"I can help you... if you like."
"Really?!" Never in a million years. She expected he might have some kind of advice for her, yes, but he wanted to go see first hand--he wanted to meet Reaper! The outburst was a bit loud even for Nana, her voice vibrating in all of its excitement off of the cavern walls, causing the girl to cover her mouth momentarily realizing she all but shouted at Hakurou when he asked to see her Mecha. "Oh, no... no, I've never fought--or.. well, I suppose they're sparring? Reaper is an XTZ-model, it would not be a fair fight against most of the Mechas in attendance here." Her voice had returned to it's usual mellow tones as she spoke matter-of-factly, "If you're familiar with them, they're blindingly fast... there aren't many in production because of how much longer training takes to prepare the pilot. They have substantially less armor... I say with total modesty, I'd probably injure another pilot. I've done it before... during simulation... those environments are so much more controlled." She trailed off gently, bringing a hand up to rub her left shoulder out of nervous habit. She wasn't proud of it. Damage done to a Mecha was one thing, but to injure a pilot? She had passed during simulation and no longer needed to spar against humans, and for that, she was ever so grateful.
"Listen to me--I'm sure you're well aware, Captain, I don't suppose even if you're not on active duty anymore you are any less up-to-date on Mechas. Let's go, I'll take you to Reaper."
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The loading bay was silent, as it should be at this hour. The night-watch gave her little hassle, perhaps even more so because of who she was accompanied with, and so gaining access went with little event, and they soon found themselves idly venturing down rows and rows of Mechas. Those near the entrance of course were training--large, damaged, and out-of-date machines which would not see the battlefield unless it were an absolute necessity. Shortly there after came those assigned to pilots in waves of offense, defense, evacuation and rescue and finally, those belonging to the illusive stealth squadron. The row of advanced Mechas in their glistening, polished titanium-alloy glory rested in the back of the bay, each identicle in appearance to the next. They were primarily black with dark violet accents, significantly stream-lined in their appearance, each with their Codename etched across the chest.
"I swear they keep them so far back to keep the other pilots from bothering them... Codename: Primus, Diesel, Valkyrie and Reaper. I'm told that we aren't allowed to be acquainted with the other pilots on a personal until we begin training as a unit, to lower the risk of liability." Nana said gently, stopping before her Reaper, a soft smile curling over her lips. She remember still the first time she had seen the Mecha during it's prototype display... how determined she had been to make certain she would be one of the pilots on this Squadron. "They call us the Four Horsemen. It's silly I think..."
She approached slowly, extending a hand to gently stroke the polished metal. She took pride in her Mecha... often times, when it came to the maintenance and upcare, Nanako would forsake her own recreational time to clean the Mecha properly herself--a six hour long task mind you. "Well... I suppose we should wake him up, shouldn't we?"
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He laughed at her reaction another large boisterous laugh that sounded rare on the young pilot. He smiled at her nodding his head at the same time continuing to chuckle at her reaction. He hadn’t expected the girl who seemed so reserved and serious to react in such a way! She has more passion than she shows he thought to himself as she began to chat about her Mecha Reaper. She went on for a few minutes detailing the specs on the beast as they started to walk out of the cave. He listened making several mental notes about her Mecha capabilities. He also found himself keying in to the sound of her voice which he realized was quite pleasant.
When she apologized he laughed shaking his head.
“I know of the program and your Mecha but haven’t read the specs” He told her as they left the caves and went back onto the beach “I would love to say I have remained in the loop during my brief sabbatical but I haven’t plus I have to admit its refreshing to hear a pilot speak so much about their Mecha!”
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The memories
The loading bay was part of the old academy and as such it threatened to drag Hakurou back into the abyss of his PTSD. He did his best not to show her instead fixating on her words as they walked past the lines of Mecha ready for training and combat deployment. He ran his hands over some of the older models thinking back on the early start of the Mecha program when they were top of the line. It was funny how something three years old could be considered out dated and as they moved to the newer ones the young man wondered about his own career.
Was a year long enough to make him an outdated model?
Or was he broken instead?
He pushed the thoughts away refusing to dwell on them. He was still a help in some way IF he could help this woman and her Mecha reaper. He made the vow right then and there that he would as much as he can. The role of teacher brought a sort of calm to him. If he could help teach the younger generation maybe he would save a life. He could do good work in this job so could Striker if he could…..
He shook his head not wanting to think of his project now. If this went the way Hakurou wanted it to he would gain valuable data, data that could help Striker but that was a secondary concern. Right now he wanted to help HER.
“That’s silly” He said speaking up as she spoke about her Mecha group “Forging bonds in battle and training is the backbone of any squad. You and you fellow pilots might know each other well but if you get split up and placed with another squadron then you could run into trouble. Battles are won by the strength of your bounds always remember that. These bonds are not just with your Mecha but with your fellow pilots and their Mecha’s in Alpha squad I knew Ghost I also knew his Mecha Rosogun. I could operate him under stress though the bond would not be as well. Because we trained together because we bonded”
Before he could say any more about the matter she stopped in front of a high-tech gleaming Mecha. He watched her smiling at the way she reached out to stroke him.
“You care for him” he said his tone pleased “good you’ve already won half the battle. You look beyond the metal, beyond the oil, and you see the soul of a primal beast ready to be unleashed”
She asked him if she should wake him up and he shook his head.
“Not yet” He told her going over to the access panel and sliding it open.
“Let’s see if the old trick works”
He keyed in a series of digits his nimble fingers dancing across the keypad. Seconds later there was a beep and the Mecha shuddered to life. It rose disengaging the locks keeping it plugged in and stepping out of its hanger.
“This is a general command” He told her stepping back and allowing Reaper to move to the small maintenance/ training bay in the center of the loading docks “his core programming only he hasn’t activated yet but he will set himself up”
“Once he is ready you will approach him” Hakurou explained moving after him and turning to her “He looks like he is cleaned regularly by you so I will not ask you to do that. Instead I want you to talk to him. I want you to tell him what happened on that day and assure him it won’t happen again. When you do touch him this may sound silly but I promise you he is hearing you”
Reaper stopped and Hakurou walked over. He pushed off his jacket reaching out with his hands and running it over the Mecha torso. He patted the machine and stepped back bowing to him before stepping back.
“Remember and hold on to your belief” He told her his tone patient and warm “It may not feel like your connecting at first but remember yours is a bond of a mental and physical link. You must be calm and firm a tree that bends and confirms to the wind. Do not let fear and anxiety rule you instead bend around it and show your Mecha the two of you together are as implacable as a grand oak tree”
When she apologized he laughed shaking his head.
“I know of the program and your Mecha but haven’t read the specs” He told her as they left the caves and went back onto the beach “I would love to say I have remained in the loop during my brief sabbatical but I haven’t plus I have to admit its refreshing to hear a pilot speak so much about their Mecha!”
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The memories
The loading bay was part of the old academy and as such it threatened to drag Hakurou back into the abyss of his PTSD. He did his best not to show her instead fixating on her words as they walked past the lines of Mecha ready for training and combat deployment. He ran his hands over some of the older models thinking back on the early start of the Mecha program when they were top of the line. It was funny how something three years old could be considered out dated and as they moved to the newer ones the young man wondered about his own career.
Was a year long enough to make him an outdated model?
Or was he broken instead?
He pushed the thoughts away refusing to dwell on them. He was still a help in some way IF he could help this woman and her Mecha reaper. He made the vow right then and there that he would as much as he can. The role of teacher brought a sort of calm to him. If he could help teach the younger generation maybe he would save a life. He could do good work in this job so could Striker if he could…..
He shook his head not wanting to think of his project now. If this went the way Hakurou wanted it to he would gain valuable data, data that could help Striker but that was a secondary concern. Right now he wanted to help HER.
“That’s silly” He said speaking up as she spoke about her Mecha group “Forging bonds in battle and training is the backbone of any squad. You and you fellow pilots might know each other well but if you get split up and placed with another squadron then you could run into trouble. Battles are won by the strength of your bounds always remember that. These bonds are not just with your Mecha but with your fellow pilots and their Mecha’s in Alpha squad I knew Ghost I also knew his Mecha Rosogun. I could operate him under stress though the bond would not be as well. Because we trained together because we bonded”
Before he could say any more about the matter she stopped in front of a high-tech gleaming Mecha. He watched her smiling at the way she reached out to stroke him.
“You care for him” he said his tone pleased “good you’ve already won half the battle. You look beyond the metal, beyond the oil, and you see the soul of a primal beast ready to be unleashed”
She asked him if she should wake him up and he shook his head.
“Not yet” He told her going over to the access panel and sliding it open.
“Let’s see if the old trick works”
He keyed in a series of digits his nimble fingers dancing across the keypad. Seconds later there was a beep and the Mecha shuddered to life. It rose disengaging the locks keeping it plugged in and stepping out of its hanger.
“This is a general command” He told her stepping back and allowing Reaper to move to the small maintenance/ training bay in the center of the loading docks “his core programming only he hasn’t activated yet but he will set himself up”
“Once he is ready you will approach him” Hakurou explained moving after him and turning to her “He looks like he is cleaned regularly by you so I will not ask you to do that. Instead I want you to talk to him. I want you to tell him what happened on that day and assure him it won’t happen again. When you do touch him this may sound silly but I promise you he is hearing you”
Reaper stopped and Hakurou walked over. He pushed off his jacket reaching out with his hands and running it over the Mecha torso. He patted the machine and stepped back bowing to him before stepping back.
“Remember and hold on to your belief” He told her his tone patient and warm “It may not feel like your connecting at first but remember yours is a bond of a mental and physical link. You must be calm and firm a tree that bends and confirms to the wind. Do not let fear and anxiety rule you instead bend around it and show your Mecha the two of you together are as implacable as a grand oak tree”
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How unusual this day had turned out... and how was it that Nanako watched the moment go from certain disaster to exactly what she needed right now? What was even more, she watched quite entranced as the Captain went from a seemingly restless and impossibly tired ex-pilot to being suddenly so full of life and... apparently, entirely engrossed in her, and her struggles. She was flattered and that never happened and so Nana found herself inadvertently trying not to trip over her words, and pleasantly anxious in the way it seemed too easy to carry on a conversation with Hakurou. It was almost like he wasn't a stranger and it made her.. happy. She barely noticed as the soft glow on her cheeks deepened to nearly a full on blush and she felt so suddenly almost lightheaded, her eyes focused upon her Mecha but her mind a million miles from it.
"It's a pity... they shorten our squadrons training so significantly. I'd love to get to know the other Pilots... but I suppose as long as we all follow our training, we'll be effective as a team."
Intrigue again flashed over her face, those fierce blue eyes watching as Hakurou approached the Mecha and accessed a panel she wasn't familiar with. It wasn't often there was something Nana didn't know about Mechas. She took several steps back, watching the machine stir to life, and begin a basic operation... even with being totally aware that it was only a machine it was still incredible to witness. The soft hum of the advanced engine within' the powerful machine echoed within' the bay, and slowly she moved to stand before it, and extended a hand once again to place upon the cool metal. It was without a doubt the oddest thing she'd do yet, speak to the machine out loud, and despite how foolish it seemed she believed just as much as Hakurou that this could help. Perhaps it was the fact that the Field Commanders were not pilots themselves, maybe it was something that only one who connected and operated in unison with the technological wonders could truly understand. After a moment, she spoke, her tone unwavering and calm and ever strong.
"Reaper... please, hear me now..." The soft statement left her lips gently, her eyes slowly dropping, shutting out the world as she leaned forward. Her forehead rested gently against it, dark strands of her hair tickling her cheeks ever so lightly. "I know I've caused you distress, and for that, I apologize... I never realized my insecurities would have an effect on you... but, listen... we need now to be stronger than ever. In a few short months, we will step forward into an entirely new stage of battle... and for that, I need you to be with me. We must be a team..."
She listened, and heard the machine whir, and felt within the electricity surging and rising and shifting in vibrating waves across the Mecha. It was motionless, but far within' it, she could feel the life pulsating, and very nearly see it, visualize that static pulse glowing within' the machine. "I promise you, I won't let my emotion cloud our connection again... and together, we will be strong, and unstoppable, and we will help finish this war once and for all."
A soft push of air left Nanako's lips, and she opened her eyes and stepped back, slowly taking her hand from the machine. She smiled ever so gently, and felt internally far more at peace than before... almost as if that moments connection with the machine had swept the anxiety from her, and left her instead calm, and collect... she was ready, truly. A sense of peace came with the fact of knowing the machine was aware, far more aware than any of the so-called Mecha experts could ever imagine or realize... she would not be alone on the battlefield. Her fellow pilots could not even gather such a sense of calm about her. She turned her head to look to Hakurou, raising both eyebrows sheepishly. "Do you think he heard me?"
"It's a pity... they shorten our squadrons training so significantly. I'd love to get to know the other Pilots... but I suppose as long as we all follow our training, we'll be effective as a team."
Intrigue again flashed over her face, those fierce blue eyes watching as Hakurou approached the Mecha and accessed a panel she wasn't familiar with. It wasn't often there was something Nana didn't know about Mechas. She took several steps back, watching the machine stir to life, and begin a basic operation... even with being totally aware that it was only a machine it was still incredible to witness. The soft hum of the advanced engine within' the powerful machine echoed within' the bay, and slowly she moved to stand before it, and extended a hand once again to place upon the cool metal. It was without a doubt the oddest thing she'd do yet, speak to the machine out loud, and despite how foolish it seemed she believed just as much as Hakurou that this could help. Perhaps it was the fact that the Field Commanders were not pilots themselves, maybe it was something that only one who connected and operated in unison with the technological wonders could truly understand. After a moment, she spoke, her tone unwavering and calm and ever strong.
"Reaper... please, hear me now..." The soft statement left her lips gently, her eyes slowly dropping, shutting out the world as she leaned forward. Her forehead rested gently against it, dark strands of her hair tickling her cheeks ever so lightly. "I know I've caused you distress, and for that, I apologize... I never realized my insecurities would have an effect on you... but, listen... we need now to be stronger than ever. In a few short months, we will step forward into an entirely new stage of battle... and for that, I need you to be with me. We must be a team..."
She listened, and heard the machine whir, and felt within the electricity surging and rising and shifting in vibrating waves across the Mecha. It was motionless, but far within' it, she could feel the life pulsating, and very nearly see it, visualize that static pulse glowing within' the machine. "I promise you, I won't let my emotion cloud our connection again... and together, we will be strong, and unstoppable, and we will help finish this war once and for all."
A soft push of air left Nanako's lips, and she opened her eyes and stepped back, slowly taking her hand from the machine. She smiled ever so gently, and felt internally far more at peace than before... almost as if that moments connection with the machine had swept the anxiety from her, and left her instead calm, and collect... she was ready, truly. A sense of peace came with the fact of knowing the machine was aware, far more aware than any of the so-called Mecha experts could ever imagine or realize... she would not be alone on the battlefield. Her fellow pilots could not even gather such a sense of calm about her. She turned her head to look to Hakurou, raising both eyebrows sheepishly. "Do you think he heard me?"
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She moved toward the mecha doing as he said and blocking out everything. Hakurou watched as she reached out first placing her hand on the Mecha and then resting her head on the chassis. Hakurou moved to the side his eyes studying them both as she began to speak to Reaper in a low whisper. On the outside it looked like nothing was happening between the two. He supposed if anyone from command saw they would have gotten a chuckle at the image and chalked it up to a weird pilot ritual. They would simply look with their eyes no more no less.
But he could FEEL it
It was subtle, nothing more than an electric current in the air around the three of them. Yet there was no denying it was there. Just like he could feel the dormant power in the Mecha he could feel their connection. Two bodies one mechanical and one physical merging into one, two minds as well both unique and different having to work in conjunction with one another.
The ultimate symbiosis.
After several long moments, she finally stepped back from the Mecha a serene look of peace on her face. Her look of peace made him smile and even though it was a smile tinged with sadness his pleasure for her shone in his eyes. He wouldn’t ruin this for her, wouldn’t let his own issues get in the way of their connection. Mecha were sensitive creatures and he didn’t wish for Reaper to pick up on his own inner turmoil.
“Oh I know he did” Hakurou replied to her question. He stepped past her reaching over to the Mecha and running his hands up and down its torso.
“The more and more time you spend with your Mecha talking cleaning and bonding with them the more your connection will grow” He explained softly patting the machine “Eventually you will begin to feel the connection its subtle but feels like an electric current”
He gave the Mecha one last pat before turning to the girl. He stepped away from her Mecha walking back until he stood side by side with her.
“I think the next time you try to connect with Reaper you will have an easier time with it” He told her sizing up the Mecha “You have a beautiful machine treat him with respect and kindness and he will do the same to you.”
A look of sadness crossed his face. His eyes grew troubled and dark stormy even as he turned from the Mecha. He did his best to compose himself repeating his name over and over in his head as he started to head to the exit.
“It’s getting late…” He told her his tone off as he moved back to the loading area “I think its best we be heading back. The access panel is on the back go ahead and type in code 6979 it will seek out its loading back and hook back in.”
He turned moving back into the hall before stopping. His head turned and he regarded her for several seconds before speaking.
“Thank you for coming to me” Hakurou told her “It was a pure joy to help you and your Mecha. Your connection is already strong, stronger than most I have seen. You two will do great things together”
He turned his head preventing the young girl from seeing the tears welling in his eyes. The images were coming hard and fast rushing out before he could step them. Images of he and his friends playing, fighting, and eating mixed with memories of he and Striker. The smell of Striker filled his nostrils that unique engine oil and metal he knew as well as his own scents. His eyelids fluttered and he all but stumbled out of the building. He quickly ducked to the side of the building dropping to his knees on the wet grass as he began to dry heave.
But he could FEEL it
It was subtle, nothing more than an electric current in the air around the three of them. Yet there was no denying it was there. Just like he could feel the dormant power in the Mecha he could feel their connection. Two bodies one mechanical and one physical merging into one, two minds as well both unique and different having to work in conjunction with one another.
The ultimate symbiosis.
After several long moments, she finally stepped back from the Mecha a serene look of peace on her face. Her look of peace made him smile and even though it was a smile tinged with sadness his pleasure for her shone in his eyes. He wouldn’t ruin this for her, wouldn’t let his own issues get in the way of their connection. Mecha were sensitive creatures and he didn’t wish for Reaper to pick up on his own inner turmoil.
“Oh I know he did” Hakurou replied to her question. He stepped past her reaching over to the Mecha and running his hands up and down its torso.
“The more and more time you spend with your Mecha talking cleaning and bonding with them the more your connection will grow” He explained softly patting the machine “Eventually you will begin to feel the connection its subtle but feels like an electric current”
He gave the Mecha one last pat before turning to the girl. He stepped away from her Mecha walking back until he stood side by side with her.
“I think the next time you try to connect with Reaper you will have an easier time with it” He told her sizing up the Mecha “You have a beautiful machine treat him with respect and kindness and he will do the same to you.”
A look of sadness crossed his face. His eyes grew troubled and dark stormy even as he turned from the Mecha. He did his best to compose himself repeating his name over and over in his head as he started to head to the exit.
“It’s getting late…” He told her his tone off as he moved back to the loading area “I think its best we be heading back. The access panel is on the back go ahead and type in code 6979 it will seek out its loading back and hook back in.”
He turned moving back into the hall before stopping. His head turned and he regarded her for several seconds before speaking.
“Thank you for coming to me” Hakurou told her “It was a pure joy to help you and your Mecha. Your connection is already strong, stronger than most I have seen. You two will do great things together”
He turned his head preventing the young girl from seeing the tears welling in his eyes. The images were coming hard and fast rushing out before he could step them. Images of he and his friends playing, fighting, and eating mixed with memories of he and Striker. The smell of Striker filled his nostrils that unique engine oil and metal he knew as well as his own scents. His eyelids fluttered and he all but stumbled out of the building. He quickly ducked to the side of the building dropping to his knees on the wet grass as he began to dry heave.
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The tones of distress in his voice alerted Nana, though, she didn't know how to respond exactly... she wasn't sure if it would be too forward. Hakurou departed from her too quickly for Nanako to even attempt to offer, leaving the girl with the faintest sense of confusion. The previous giddiness she felt, the happiness and warmth and hopefulness that speaking with her Mecha had brought on dimmed and eventually died as the Captain made his leave, and she nodded gently and offered a quiet goodbye. She was alone, standing before the Mecha now, and glanced back over her should at the way Hakurou had gone before sighing gently. What were you expecting? She quietly circled around Reaper, and accessed the panel as directed, watching as the Mecha moved fluidly back to the hangar, and began to power down. This has been a glaring success.. don't get caught up in... feeling.. things... In the years she had come to know the Academy as home though Nana knew she'd never felt so calm and giddy around anyone else. She tucked it to the back of her mind, her soft features becoming hard again, and made her way back into the main hall, meandering her way back to the barracks with her thoughts still swimming in the surreality of the night.
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Up early, as always.
Nanako made her way to the Cafeteria well before anyone else. She preferred to eat and read in silence before starting her day. She briefed today's training exercises, almost disappointed she didn't have an endurance simulation on the roster... she was eager to try it out now, with renewed confidence her anxiety would not be the downfall of her this day. Single-combat would have to do she supposed. She felt she had an advantage when dealing with combat simulation, because she had the effects of adrenaline and the rigid discipline of strategic martial arts kept her focused and checked her before she could allow her connection with the mecha to falter.
She sat alone in the empty room, nibbling idly at a slice of apple, and though her eyes skimmed the words of the book for some reason she found herself re-reading the same line, over and over. A soft smile rested on her lips and she found herself tapping her foot idly against the chair opposite of her at the small two-person table she had chosen far in the back, the sounds of the cooks in the kitchen preparing to present the buffet-style breakfast arrangement for the soon to wake young pilots, cadets, and tech/mechanics apprentices. It was not yet five thirty and even when it would be, she was certain there would only be a small trickle until nearly six-thirty. Not terribly many early birds.. perhaps, maybe that Hajira, she realized she was slightly more familiar with the Captain's designated 'escort' than she realized.
Then again, she had a reason to even think of Hajira now.
She caught herself skimming over the same sentence for perhaps the fifth time and blinked in surprised. What was up with her today? Her brow furrowed disapprovingly, the soft smile lingering lazily on her lips vanishing. You need to focus, stop... daydreaming. That's not like you at all.
"Ugggh... good morning." The soft buzz jerked her out of her curious feelings, Aya's soft sleepy voice in her head snapping her out of her daze for a minute.
"So... how'd it go?"
"Amazingly. I got to talk to him.. I arrived just in time to find the Ensign escorting him attempting to disrobe himself because I suppose he had something soiled the Captain's jacket."
Aya burst into hysterical laughter and in the background she could hear her room-mate hiss at her to be quiet and that she was still trying to sleep.
"Oh God--go on, what else went down? I saw you guys slink off done into the cove... did you, you know..."
"Did I what?"
"Did you... you knoooow!"
"Aya..." Nanako's exasperated sigh was enough to tell she hadn't the slightest idea what it was Aya was trying to describe. The girl on the other end of her ear piece gave an overly exaggerated groan.
"Jesus H. Christ, Nana-chan, you're like... oblivious sometimes--did you see his junk?! I bet he's huge."
"AYA!" Her exclamation reverberated in the near empty room, and she clamped a hand over her mouth quickly, glaring off at no one in particular. "That's disgusting--you're a pervert you know that? No I didn't see his... his--NO, no I didn't. I talked to him about the Mechas!"
"Right, right.. you guys were back there forever talking about Mechas, and then skipped out of the fights holding hands to go do what exactly, play in the sandbox?" The endless amusement in Aya's voice caused Nanako to roll her eyes and shake her head, the fierce blush having form onto her cheek slowly fading out.
"You're gross. I took him to see Reaper and explained to him I was getting booted and I thought... well, I thought there was... some kind of glitch. He helped me fix it."
"Whatever Nana, you don't have to tell me, your best friend, what happened... I'd tell you though if Riku and I went to go talk about Mechas." Sometimes she really wondered what in the world lead her to even speaking to Aya.
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Up early, as always.
Nanako made her way to the Cafeteria well before anyone else. She preferred to eat and read in silence before starting her day. She briefed today's training exercises, almost disappointed she didn't have an endurance simulation on the roster... she was eager to try it out now, with renewed confidence her anxiety would not be the downfall of her this day. Single-combat would have to do she supposed. She felt she had an advantage when dealing with combat simulation, because she had the effects of adrenaline and the rigid discipline of strategic martial arts kept her focused and checked her before she could allow her connection with the mecha to falter.
She sat alone in the empty room, nibbling idly at a slice of apple, and though her eyes skimmed the words of the book for some reason she found herself re-reading the same line, over and over. A soft smile rested on her lips and she found herself tapping her foot idly against the chair opposite of her at the small two-person table she had chosen far in the back, the sounds of the cooks in the kitchen preparing to present the buffet-style breakfast arrangement for the soon to wake young pilots, cadets, and tech/mechanics apprentices. It was not yet five thirty and even when it would be, she was certain there would only be a small trickle until nearly six-thirty. Not terribly many early birds.. perhaps, maybe that Hajira, she realized she was slightly more familiar with the Captain's designated 'escort' than she realized.
Then again, she had a reason to even think of Hajira now.
She caught herself skimming over the same sentence for perhaps the fifth time and blinked in surprised. What was up with her today? Her brow furrowed disapprovingly, the soft smile lingering lazily on her lips vanishing. You need to focus, stop... daydreaming. That's not like you at all.
"Ugggh... good morning." The soft buzz jerked her out of her curious feelings, Aya's soft sleepy voice in her head snapping her out of her daze for a minute.
"So... how'd it go?"
"Amazingly. I got to talk to him.. I arrived just in time to find the Ensign escorting him attempting to disrobe himself because I suppose he had something soiled the Captain's jacket."
Aya burst into hysterical laughter and in the background she could hear her room-mate hiss at her to be quiet and that she was still trying to sleep.
"Oh God--go on, what else went down? I saw you guys slink off done into the cove... did you, you know..."
"Did I what?"
"Did you... you knoooow!"
"Aya..." Nanako's exasperated sigh was enough to tell she hadn't the slightest idea what it was Aya was trying to describe. The girl on the other end of her ear piece gave an overly exaggerated groan.
"Jesus H. Christ, Nana-chan, you're like... oblivious sometimes--did you see his junk?! I bet he's huge."
"AYA!" Her exclamation reverberated in the near empty room, and she clamped a hand over her mouth quickly, glaring off at no one in particular. "That's disgusting--you're a pervert you know that? No I didn't see his... his--NO, no I didn't. I talked to him about the Mechas!"
"Right, right.. you guys were back there forever talking about Mechas, and then skipped out of the fights holding hands to go do what exactly, play in the sandbox?" The endless amusement in Aya's voice caused Nanako to roll her eyes and shake her head, the fierce blush having form onto her cheek slowly fading out.
"You're gross. I took him to see Reaper and explained to him I was getting booted and I thought... well, I thought there was... some kind of glitch. He helped me fix it."
"Whatever Nana, you don't have to tell me, your best friend, what happened... I'd tell you though if Riku and I went to go talk about Mechas." Sometimes she really wondered what in the world lead her to even speaking to Aya.
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“S-S-Sir are you all right?”
Hajira’s voice nervous and afraid pierced through Hakurou. He groaned in response waving off the man as he buried himself into the carpet and tried to fall back asleep.
The carpet?
His hands moved through the lush carpet taking it in. His body suddenly felt stiff and uncomfortable as if he had slept all night on the carpet instead of his bed….
Hakurou opened his eyes taking in his surroundings. He was indeed on the floor of his dorm his head half buried in the rug of his small living room. Hajira was hovering at the door watching him nervously. With a groan Hakurou pushed himself up and off the carpet. He stood swaying ever so slightly as he took in his rumpled day-old clothes. The memories of the night before came flooding back, his joy at helping the attractive girl and her Mecha. Then the panic attack that struck him and forced him to flee from her. After dry heaving he vaguely remembered his run through the campus grounds.
“I’m fine” He lied rubbing the lingering sleep out of his eyes “Don’t you have class Hajira?”
“I do” Hajira replied glancing down at his watch “But I thought I would check on you first since you left without me at the party”
“I’m fine” He said his tone short and brusque. He winced at the shortness in his voice and shook his head of any lingering mental cobwebs before trying again.
“Thank you though” He told Hajira giving the young cadet a tired smile “But I’m fine really you should be heading to class”
“if you say so sir” Hajira said his tone unsure “If you need me all you have to do is text me I took the liberty of programming my number into your phone”
“Of course, you did” Hakurou murmured watching the cadet turn heel and walk out of the room.
Once Hajira was gone Hakurou stripped and changed into simple gym clothes. He began his day, running around the campus and performing his physical exercise. Pilots were expected to be at the peak of physical fitness. The routine and burn of physical labor always worked to center Hakurou. With each slap of his sneakers against the concrete he could feel the demons in his head fading. By the time he finished his run and showered he felt refreshed and in a better place than he had been yesterday.
He decided to go and eat wanting to get in and out before any of the other students joined them. He changed into his school uniform and once he was sure he was ready left his dorm and jogged over to the cafeteria.
………………………………………….
The cafeteria was one of the few buildings that was left-over from the original academy. The last time Hakurou had been in the place it hadn’t been as modern but he could see several things that hadn’t changed. The nostalgia brought a smile to his face and for one he was happy to remember.
“Must be a good day” He murmured as he moved through the line and got his food. He idly wondered what could have brought on his “happy” mood. He had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with the night before. His cheeks heated up as he thought of the girl and her Mecha, the image of her in the cave bubbled up to the surface of his mind. He felt a rush of excitement at the pretty girl in the caves and the smile only grew wider as he remembered her speaking to her own Mecha.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn’t see her. When his eyes finally did land on her he stopped his full attention suddenly on her. His eyes widened as he stood there working up the courage to go sit with her.
“Be smooth” He murmured to himself
He squared his shoulders and moved forward. He walked over to her table and boldly sat down across from her.
“Good morning Nanako-San” Hakurou said his tone pleasant polite and courteous “I hope your morning has been going well? I hope you and your Mecha feel much better. I am sorry about my sudden disappearance last night…. I am still dealing with some lingering trauma from last year”
Hajira’s voice nervous and afraid pierced through Hakurou. He groaned in response waving off the man as he buried himself into the carpet and tried to fall back asleep.
The carpet?
His hands moved through the lush carpet taking it in. His body suddenly felt stiff and uncomfortable as if he had slept all night on the carpet instead of his bed….
Hakurou opened his eyes taking in his surroundings. He was indeed on the floor of his dorm his head half buried in the rug of his small living room. Hajira was hovering at the door watching him nervously. With a groan Hakurou pushed himself up and off the carpet. He stood swaying ever so slightly as he took in his rumpled day-old clothes. The memories of the night before came flooding back, his joy at helping the attractive girl and her Mecha. Then the panic attack that struck him and forced him to flee from her. After dry heaving he vaguely remembered his run through the campus grounds.
“I’m fine” He lied rubbing the lingering sleep out of his eyes “Don’t you have class Hajira?”
“I do” Hajira replied glancing down at his watch “But I thought I would check on you first since you left without me at the party”
“I’m fine” He said his tone short and brusque. He winced at the shortness in his voice and shook his head of any lingering mental cobwebs before trying again.
“Thank you though” He told Hajira giving the young cadet a tired smile “But I’m fine really you should be heading to class”
“if you say so sir” Hajira said his tone unsure “If you need me all you have to do is text me I took the liberty of programming my number into your phone”
“Of course, you did” Hakurou murmured watching the cadet turn heel and walk out of the room.
Once Hajira was gone Hakurou stripped and changed into simple gym clothes. He began his day, running around the campus and performing his physical exercise. Pilots were expected to be at the peak of physical fitness. The routine and burn of physical labor always worked to center Hakurou. With each slap of his sneakers against the concrete he could feel the demons in his head fading. By the time he finished his run and showered he felt refreshed and in a better place than he had been yesterday.
He decided to go and eat wanting to get in and out before any of the other students joined them. He changed into his school uniform and once he was sure he was ready left his dorm and jogged over to the cafeteria.
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The cafeteria was one of the few buildings that was left-over from the original academy. The last time Hakurou had been in the place it hadn’t been as modern but he could see several things that hadn’t changed. The nostalgia brought a smile to his face and for one he was happy to remember.
“Must be a good day” He murmured as he moved through the line and got his food. He idly wondered what could have brought on his “happy” mood. He had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with the night before. His cheeks heated up as he thought of the girl and her Mecha, the image of her in the cave bubbled up to the surface of his mind. He felt a rush of excitement at the pretty girl in the caves and the smile only grew wider as he remembered her speaking to her own Mecha.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn’t see her. When his eyes finally did land on her he stopped his full attention suddenly on her. His eyes widened as he stood there working up the courage to go sit with her.
“Be smooth” He murmured to himself
He squared his shoulders and moved forward. He walked over to her table and boldly sat down across from her.
“Good morning Nanako-San” Hakurou said his tone pleasant polite and courteous “I hope your morning has been going well? I hope you and your Mecha feel much better. I am sorry about my sudden disappearance last night…. I am still dealing with some lingering trauma from last year”
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