Kuro Arashi: The Black Storm

[Dischord]

Mahora Gakuen All-Girls’ Academy, Exterior
1905 hours

Kaolla and Nealla had been prepared to both leap into the same vehicle when they turned, shaking their heads at one another in unison, as if the same plan had come to mind all at once. The two split up, Nealla instead moving with Haruka, while Kaolla had gone to join Sabashii.

Nealla moved past Haruka where the woman sat in the back of the Warthog, and pulled herself up into the passenger seat of the vehicle, shaking her head at the driver. "I don't think there's been a vehicle that Kaolla-sama cannot hijack."

She got settled into the seat properly and adjusted the two scimitars that were belted to either hip. Strange as it was, she'd been looking forward to the coming fight since she'd first learned of it. One wouldn't usually think of her as blood-thirsty. Or would that be oil-thirsty, considering they were going to be fighting droids?

[Paradox]

Mahora Gakuen All-Girls’ Academy, Above
1906 hours


Sabashii turned his head as all those going with him got in his vehicle. He stood then, and whispered something to his..car. Yep. The white haired man hopped onto the hood as it began to drive itself, his gaze aimed straight ahead. The odd man's head shifted, tilted ever so slightly to the right as he spoke down at his various passengers.

"The car will take you to your individual stops. Get out as quickly as you can and find whatever cover you need to do your duty. I'm going to go right in, and do as much damage as humanly possible in the state I'm in now. Even that's pretty dangerous though, so don't hesitate to stay the hell out of my way."

He chuckled. This brought back memories. When was the last time he'd actually fought in a war? This may seem like a game to a lot of the students, but he knew the truth. It was a shadow war, being fought by a shadow master. Sabashii would simply play along. This was a war that had nothing to do with him, but fate had placed him as one of the many pieces in this play. How fitting that this war was being fought not for any kingdom, but for the fate of magic as they knew it. He could show off a little.

"How long has it been since I've used this kind of magic? I don't even know if I remember how. I guess I'll just have to deal with being a little rusty."

As the car sped to his destination, the assassin leapt upward into the sky to observe his battlefield from above. He floated there for a moment, eyes closed, and enjoyed the feeling of being weightless. It was heaven. This is what the inhuman side of him loved. The power that was at his command. The weightlessness of the sky. Yes, this was beauty. He didn't even have to open his eyes.

The low buzz of an incoming aerial chachamaru unit could be heard to his right side, and it didn't seem to care much about the floating man as it made as if to pass him by. Sabashii only opened one eye as it began to pass him, and saw what it was headed for. An overhead attack on the outgoing units to Bravo. That was Seno and Mutsumi's group. They'd have enough problems with the units incoming, much less one from above and behind. It was troublesome, but he'd help out.

The movement was a blur as his golden-gloved hand snapped out and gripped the face of the flying unit the moment it was within arm's reach. With just a twitch his hand, he created a burst through simple muscular action that tore across the entire body frame of the mechanoid assault unit, and sent it into shrapnel dotting the sky that rained down on the battlefield. The man chuckled, and shook his head. It wasn't like him, but he figured this was payback for letting him hang around rent free in the Hinata for a while.

"Hydra Calla Aster Narcis.."

The magic was active then. Power gathered around his body with a visible aura and an audible hum. So he was going to show off a little. Hey, he was entitled. He didn't use Western magic all that often. He needed to show these upstart prodigies that there was still a few good things about being old other than the right to drink yourself stupid or being able to love to smoke. He'd have to thank Eva later. After all. She'd taught him this version.

"Centum Septenonaginta spiritus obscuri, coeuntes inimicum concidant. Saggita magica, series obscuri!"

And there it was. A 3M rained down on the battlefield, one hundred and ninety-seven arrows of crystallized darkness. All of them came down with a scream of their sheer movement speed, and all of them immaculately struck their targets, leaving not even a shockwave that would hinder the students fighting. They also accomplished their true intention, and tore through the forward ranks of the enemies that were blocking Seno and Mutsumi's way further into their destination. Even the larger enemy tanks were battered and crushed under the onslaught, and Sabashii grinned and with two fingers to his forehead, saluted the two as he fell from the sky in a controlled dive. This kind of thing? This is what he lived for.

[Alexander Akai]

(This is to be placed before Kaolla/Nealla have boarded their vehicles)
Mahora Gakuen All-Girls’ Academy, Exterior
1905 hours

The call to mobilize had finally come, and not a moment too soon. With a mix of anger and joyus excitement, Hiroyuki quickly gathered Yuriko, placing his faithful weapon on his shoulder as he leapt from his perch on the second floor to the cobblestone entranceway below. His firey cape trailing behind him, accentuating his freeflowing hair as the rush of air blew both carelessly. He rolled after his impact and used his trademark momentum to propel him forward into a sprint.

Hiro could feel his blood rush as it boiled beneath his skin, his weapon in hand, and his overwhelmed home before him. It was epic. But there was no time to stop and think such thoughts, they had forced him to wait too long for this moment. It was full speed ahead, no stopping now. Reaching the stairway he leapt clear past the stairs, aiming to land on the railing.

Such a move while in shoes would seem stupid, and he was wearing getas. Hiroyuki grinned, defying gravity was such a rush. Just before impact with said railing however, Hiro could be seen tap his belt one and to the trained ear a small beeping could be heard. They became skates, at least in a crude sense. Wheels extended forth from his custom geta sandals, hissing as the made contact with the sloped cement, allowing him to grind all the way down to the street area below.

Skidding to a stop upon reaching the base of the stairs, he looked around to see which transport he'd be taking. Someone earlier said it would be "prudent" of him to team up with the butterfly boy Masaru. He scanned the area for a second before spotting the flamboyant tight-wearer getting into Sabashii's car. Wanting to waste no more time than he already had, he rolled over to the car.

The white haired man appeared busy, so he didn't bother asking him about how many were to ride in the car. Instead, Hiro decided to clear room for more people and to make more fun for himself. He looked up at the elegant blade of Yuriko, and gave it a look akin to one a child would give a parent when begging for ice cream. "Please, a freebie just this once?" Then the weapon pulsed with the first aura to be felt by his new comrades, and glowed a gentle yet powerful emerald. He kissed the blade, "Green, baby, go."

Smirking to himself he laughed a little, then turned to a passing marine who happened to transporting a sturdy looking rope. "Yoi, soldier boi! You mind mind lending me that there rope you're carrying so well?" In answer, the marine looked down at the item in question, and looked suprised he was carrying it. He looked up at the fire head, nodded, and tossed him the coiled material "Sure, I'm not why I'm carrying it, I didn't even know we had any." he spoke with half a laugh before running off to continue his duties.

Hiroyuki gave a overdramatic salute and answered as the young soldier walked off. "You've got me man, maybe I'm just lucky."


(This part is to be placed after Sabashii's part, with an appropriate post should someone place one)
City Streets, En Route to Defense Point Alpha
time to be decided


"AAAAAAAAWWHOOO!" howled Hiroyuki as he soared through the streets, a moderate distance from Sabashii's car. The rope he borrowed earlier served very well in attaching him to the rear bumber, provided his grip remained solid on the rope and his geta rollers kept up.

Hiroyuki laughed so hard it stung, he hadn't done this in years and there were no police around to stop him this time around. He could feel his cape tug at them as the sped, but it didn't slow him. In truth it made him faster, he felt like so many super heroes he had seen in his life, it made him believe. Turning a corner, Hiro jumped allowing the car to fling him at the nearest building. Holding firm to the rope, and positioning his feet just right then allowed him to ride the wall for a short period of time. He let out another howl upon separating from the wall and readied Yuriko. The time had come, he knew that, the battlefield before him was quickly approaching.

Craddling Yuriko in his under the rope holding arm like a lance, he reached into his pocket with his free arm and retreived a medium sized pair of headphones. After slipping them on he laughed at the thought of how silly he must look. Then with a tap to the player in his pocket, the explosions and sounds of gunfire began to blend in with a scratchy guitar opening.

Looking stright ahead, towards his destiny, he firmly gripped Yuriko. "It's fine, just follow me. Let's do the impossible, see the invisible, punch the untouchable, break the unbreakable...Let's row row, fight the powah!"

World Tree Plaza, Allied Main Camp
1905 hours


He had missed, of all the times to make a miscalculation, it had been with his main target. "I suppose my targeting and probability still need some tweaking." voiced the mechanichal giant, staring hungrily with golden eyes at his target, and the one other who had barely saved her. It had only been by inches but Regan had managed to pull the still recovering Yuuna out of the lunging stab of ITSUki. With his blade sunk in the concrete where Yuuna had been seconds ago, his cruel grin still managed to remain on his synthetically smug face.

Chortling ominously, he retreived his blade, the hot plasma sizzling and melting the penetrated concrete like butter. He then stood, his towering height casting a shadow over the two. He rolled his shoulders and and tilted his head ever so slightly to the left, allowing the hair that had fallen over his eyes in the lunge to cascade to the side. ITSUki's hands had dropped to his side, but he gripped his blades tightly, wary of a sneak attack.

"Commentary: That's quite the good fortune on your side, Akashi Yuuna. Not many organic meatbags would lay themselves in harm's way to save another worthless pile of sloshy flesh." ITSUki grinned fully to display neat steel teeth, he wanted to savor as many fights as possible. "Query: I must know however, you've spent all this time playing soldier. Having fun yet?"

[Chris Ganale]

Above the Combat Zone
As the Crew is Leaving the Academy

Evangeline peered closely at Sabashii from her lofty vantage point, her expression screwed up in surprise and confusion. “What…Why the hell is he here, and helping those kids playing at adventurers, no less?”

Konoemon, though he also recognized Sabashii, did not seem as surprised to see him. “The call to adventure casts its net far and wide, as even you are aware, Evangeline.”

“Pah,” the diminutive vampire scoffed, dismissing the thought outright. “That hate-filled man who once took to learning dark magic from me would not so lightly throw in his lot with a bunch of children playing at saving the world.”

“Even still, I do think that this is going to become interesting, soon.”

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City Streets, En Route to Mahora University
1906 hours

The roar of engines more than announced the presence of the Hero-led reinforcements on their way to Defense Point Bravo. Shortly after departing from Mahora Academy, Seno had nearly run headlong into a troupe of differing types of Warthogs on the way to help out the University, to recapture it from the enemy before the resonance point could be activated.

Fully aware of the high-profile nature of his participation in the battle, Seno drew Shinaijou from the mounted holster on the right side of his motorcycle and thrust it skyward, the folded steel blade catching and reflecting the waning light as he guided his motorcycle up and down the column, drawing cheers from the student-soldiers and boosting their morale. After several of these passes, Seno moved to the head of the column and revved the engine, leading the pack toward the university.

Ahead, enemy forces were reacting to the incoming reinforcements. Infantry droids and armored units began to trickle out of the buildings and side-streets, opening fire at maximum range. Bullets, strip-beams, and explosive shells chewed up the asphalt around and amongst them, catching several of the dozens of Warthogs in displacement spheres.

[Sabashii's clearing attack from the air goes here]

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Defense Point Alpha
1907 hours

A strange quiet had fallen over the World Tree Plaza in the wake of the summoned dragon’s massive energy attack. Dozens of defenders had been hurled in all directions by the blast wave, and the two apartment buildings had been partially-destroyed. Even the droid forces were not safe from its attack, as both the Mahoran and Martian forces caught within the radius of the energy sphere were gone, eliminated by the time displacement effects.

[Alex's ITSU actions go here]

Yuuna, who had been starting to recover as the droid approached and had remained down on her hands and knees, facing away, to present the image of still completely out of it, now suddenly propelled herself up and backwards at the droid, her boot aimed for its center mass as she snapped in response, “The time of my life!”
She immediately pressed the assault as she regained her balance, following the initial kick with a high-momentum diagonal pistol-whip from the remaining pistol in her right hand. As her stance shifted from the momentum of that attack, she turned and rammed her left shoulder out toward her foe in a shoulder block, then spun to aim a high crescent kick at the droid’s temple.

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Mahora Central Clock Tower, Bell Tower Gantry
1906 hours

Breathing slowly, Mana watched through the scope of her Remington 700 bolt-action rifle as Negi, Haruna, and four armored members of Fireteam Charlie dashed through the streets in order to rejoin the main body of the fight. As she observed them, she silently pondered on the surprising amount of resistance and willingness to fight on in the face of overwhelming odds that the students of Mahora were displaying. Previously, she had stuck to her assigned mission of only eliminating mages and others who were serious threats to Chao’s plan, but she now saw that those charismatic leaders, even amongst the mundanes, were as much a threat as the mages. Chao evidently saw this as well, hence her ordering her assassin droid to take out their classmate, Akashi.

As was her tradition, Mana pressed her trigger finger gently against the outer housing of the trigger guard, signaling her readiness to begin firing, and then lightly rested her finger on the trigger, settling herself and closing one eye as she selected her target. “I’ll have to have you and your friends leave the picture now, sensei,” she murmured.

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City Streets, En Route to Defense Point Alpha
The Same Time

The leader of the small squad of Fireteam Charlie members caught a glint of light reflecting into his eye from the last rays of the sun, and looked toward its origin, instantly aware of what it represented. However, he didn’t have time to call out a warning before a displacement sphere suddenly enveloped his form, quickly spiraling down to nothingness and taking him away with it.

The others were not unaware of the implications. “Sniper!” shouted one of the others, prompting the three of them, as well as Negi and Haruna, to dive for cover. A second shot rang out suddenly as the group scattered, catching one of the Marines in the foot. As the sphere erupted into existence, his comrade grabbed him by the arms, as though he could be pulled to safety. The displacement sphere let out a sound akin to a growling roar and then doubled in size, taking the would-be rescuer as well.

“Damn, droid snipers now?” Haruna hissed, thumbing through her notebook. “I didn’t want to reveal this now, but…”

The last of the Fireteam Charlie members raised his assault rifle over the low wall he was using for cover and fired blindly in the direction the shots came from, then wisely crept away from the spot he’d fired from. Moments later, a bullet ricocheted off the ground and into the backside of the wall he’d previously occupied. Observing this as he reloaded his weapon, the faux Marine remarked, “The hell? That was an obscenely-high angle. Where the hell could they be shooting from…?”

Risking her neck, Haruna crawled along the ground behind the lattice-fence of a small café, looking through the fence to see what was high enough to conceal a sniper that could fire from that high of an angle. The answer was revealed almost immediately, as the only building remotely high enough was the city center’s clock tower, the very clock tower which had initially pealed the bells to sound the invasion. “Clock tower!” she called out. “The sniper’s gotta be there.”

“Got it!” the Marine responded, then signaled over his radio, “Echo Command, this is Bravo-Twelve. I’ve lost everyone in my squad, am traveling with precious cargo en route to the World Tree. We are pinned down by an exceptionally-skilled sniper located in the city center clock tower. Requesting support.”

“Be advised, Bravo-Twelve. All available support has been tasked elsewhere. You’re on your own for now, over.”

“Shit, we’re going to have to do something else, then.” The Marine sat still for a few moments as he pondered, then dug around in the pouches of his armor and produced a flash bang grenade. “Okay, here’s the plan. I toss this out there, and it’ll either temporarily stun the sniper if he’s staring down the scope at it, or the light will draw his attention. Then you guys haul ass on out of here and I’ll keep him busy.”

More self-sacrifice for their sake. Negi nodded, but there was a sour taste in the back of his throat. He glanced to Haruna to gauge her readiness, noting that she had returned her artifact to card form in preparation to run. He then turned his attention back to the Marine across the street from them and nodded.

The Marine nodded in return, set his rifle down long enough to pull the pin, and then threw the flash grenade out into the open. As it was flying, he scooped his rifle back up and tensed, ready to move. As soon as the device burst, the Marine launched himself up and into the street, spraying his assault rifle toward the clock tower, knowing damn well that none of his shots would even threaten the sniper. “Go, go, go!” he shouted to Negi and Haruna as he sighted down his weapon toward the bells atop the clock tower.

Not needing to be told twice, Negi and Haruna broke and sprinted from building to building, moving in the direction of the sounds of battle coming from the World Tree. Behind them, as they ran, they heard a single shot ring out, followed by the inimitable thump-whir of the displacement sphere activating.

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The Clock Tower
1907 hours

The smooth metallic clicking sounds of her bolt cycling kept Mana’s nerves calmed as she waited for the spent shell to eject before locking the bolt closed again, sighting into the breaks between buildings where her teacher and classmate had fled. They had good tactical sense to randomize their movements, but she had their location now, which meant that she could make use of her improbable aiming skills once more.

She swept her crosshairs out into the open between the building that Negi was currently taking cover behind, and the building he would move behind next. The distance was sufficient that she could fire as soon as she saw him, and time to target would accomplish the rest.

“No more war games for you, Negi-sensei,” she murmured, her finger tightening on the trigger.


(Kuro crew can make arrival at Alpha and start kicking ass now. remember to leave Bahamut alone unless you're part of the group scheduled to fight it. which right now is Asuna=Tifa/Cloud, Haruna['s secret weapon]=Barret, Kaede=Yuffie, Hiroyuki=Cid, Negi=Cloud [flight time], Kotaro=Cait Sith/Red, Masaru=Vincent. everyone else engage in wholesale slaughter. also, if anyone wanted to come along to the Battle of Centra re-envisioning at the University....

and Jusu, this is the part where you King of the Battlefield the clock tower)

[Jusuchin Panjirinanu]

Command Point, Defense Point Echo
1906 Hours

The command trailer was a hotbed of activity, reports going here and there, sub-commanders, kids and students who never led anything but their buddies, either manning up or shutting up. Those who shut up tended to end up being sent to the front lines. Maria was constantly walking in and out, advising the artillery crews and looking over the railgun, and taking over an emplacement when someone got hit by the displacement rounds. It seems that the only thing keeping them at bay were the artillery and railgun fire. As well as the massive amount of mages there. And the fact that they've all but abandoned the defense lines except the last two. There really wasn't enough people to defend not only the main lines, but their flanks. The other defense points falling left them open, and they had to follow or else they'd be pincered and divided.

Lorenzo stood in the center of the command trailer, his command warthog having long since been disabled in an enemy wave. They were doing well. For now. The bleeding out of FTC forces to other defense points and into guerrilla units greatly reduced their effectiveness in holding further lines past the last few, but it also allowed for better communication between the command trailer and the crews outside. What few tanks and tankettes remained continued to rain fire at droids, who took up entrenched positions, for any that showed up were often picked off by the remaining students, who at this time numbered close to 3 companies.

Taking a break from running a knotted shoelace through his weapon's barrel, Lorenzo looked over his assets. The two captured enemy walkers, his remaining men and women in the defense point; five 15cm howitzers, three of them with replacement crews pulled from the front and were technically walking wounded; seven of the 47mm Mountain Guns, three in the right flank, four on the left; three reserve tanks from the Artillery Platoon; all eight of the 75mm guns, but he only had 4 crews to spare for those, the rest having been wiped out by the special forces raid. The rest were whatever universal carriers and warthogs he had, a few hull down tanks, although not much help since they were constricted to house to house fighting, so they provided direct fire support. It was bloody amazing how much one can learn in a short amount of time. Dividing his crews up, the targeteer and gun captain were all experienced, but loaders and whatnot were green troops, well, green in the sense they never did artillery. So their effective fighting force was...still damn small compared to the droid reinforcements Chao continuously sent at them.

"God this is annoying." Lorenzo said to no one in particular, waving off the report. The problem was their limited ammunition, but having since learned from the first few shots, infiltration teams tried to come up to the sides, only to meet strong resistance. Lorenzo was there was well, providing marksman fire alongside Katerine and Koike, the girl providing the brute strength and agility they needed, and Koike acting in place of an XO, proving his skill in matters like these.

“Echo Command, this is Bravo-Twelve. I’ve lost everyone in my squad, am traveling with precious cargo en route to the World Tree. We are pinned down by an exceptionally-skilled sniper located in the city center clock tower. Requesting support.”

The communications officer looked up the priority fire list, noting that their front was still needing lots of support from the artillery battery. They managed to find more people for the two disabled guns, but they were still undergoing training. And even then, they were horrible.

"Wait.." Maria interrupted, which got Lorenzo and Koike's attention. "Drone A6-1, feed on the tower. Drone A6-2, feed on that transmission."

"Transmission is gone ma'am." The wet behind the ears computer science major called. He thought he had an easy time, just flying drones. It was what he was good at flight simulators anyways.

"...Koike, relieve this idiot." Maria said, she had no time for stupidity. "Get to the artillery training crews. We need a loader for gun four. Move it!" She said, picking up an MA5B mockup, checking to see if the magic cartridges are loaded, and tossed the gun at the still yammering guy, as Koike manipulated the controls. He may had almost led the drone to crash, but after avoiding a power line, got to the area in question.

"I got the tower." The operator next to Koike said, and there was a brief glimpse of the sniper, a flash of light, before contact was lost. The frame was frozen, just as the high value cargo was seen in the other screen, Lorenzo grimaced as he realized who exactly was the cargo.

"Fire mission on clock tower. Move it up the priority queue. Fifteen centimeters. Maria, go out to guns four and five and help with their aiming. Katerine, organize a warthog force of two, rescue high priority targets or escort them, up to your discretion and then head underground." Lorenzo barked, and finished his field cleaning of the gun. He reassembled and loaded the weapon before stepping outside to observe his men in their task, already seeing the heavy 15 cm howitzers being towed around to train on the distant clock tower.

Artillery Pit, Final Defense Line, Defense Point Echo
1910

The universal carriers moved away as the guns were once again elevated. Firing coordinates and the needed information had been printed out and sent to the crews, while Katerine, claymore and SMG in hand, ran ahead of the two warthogs, a troop transport filled with marines and one with a minigun. They rumbled off, and Lorenzo smiled. Katerine came clean with her heritage to the AMS mages after her terrific flank attack. Fun to have one of her here. He stared at the crews, the 75mms kept at the suppression of the enemy reinforcements, and it looks like a doll maker's hell, robotic limbs littered the beach along with impact craters. The demon was dazed, staying

"Battery! Load High Explosive!" Maria called out, as the guns were braced. It was roughly pointed at the clocktower. "Covering Fire! 6 per tube!"

Lorenzo looked at Maria, and accepted a few pieces of parchment from another mage. "Maria. You're in charge." He said.

"Battery! Commence Firing!"

With the first of the shots on their way, Maria, looked back, Lorenzo disappeared, the teleportation parchment torn in half where he stood. Back in the command center, the freeze frame of the sniper, magnified and enhanced, was matched with a preexisting profile, not only from Mahora, but from AMS. She was well known as one of the more proficient mercenaries in the community. And no mere artillery bombardment will stop her.

Central Clocktower, Mahora
1911 Hours

Those who know it best, sometimes the best way to deal with a sniper is another sniper. Lorenzo knew that. And besides, it's probably the best way to settle their little duel from earlier. Those in the Kuro crew with an ear piece would be updated on the situation, being told to try and avoid the clocktower area as much as possible.

Why? Because after the first few thumps, Mana would wonder why they seemed closer, then the whistling came, seconds before a boom and her nearly falling off the ledge she precariously sat on. She sat there mainly to try and get a proper angle to snipe Negi and Katerine's convoy. The first few impacts were low, demolishing the building underneath, and sending the massive clocktower to lean precariously to one side, half of its support structure destroyed, then came the second volley, and the tower started to fall. Mana grabbed a teleportation scroll, and activated it, holding her rifle and whatever she needed for the remainder of the day. Seconds after she teleported out, an errant shell landed and exploded in the very section of the crumbling tower she was sniping from.

Some Random Rooftop
Almost same time

Both Lorenzo and Mana landed on the same, pipe and machinery filled rooftop. They were away from Echo, like, ways off. Actually nearer to the modern sections of the city. The carnage was basically nonexistent. While Echo, and Viertel am Zee, resembled Stalingrad near the banks of the Volga river, this area was practically untouched.

"I propose-" Lorenzo started, only to be cut off by Mana raising her rifle. A time displacement sphere captured a bird that had flown near Lorenzo, who had instinctively dived and rolled out of the way the moment he saw her make her move. And looking back, Mana was gone, her cloak fluttering to the ground. Lorenzo started to run, pushing the lever safety to bring the rifle to safe. Rounding a corner where he saw a flash, the two stared each other, the muzzles of their rifles merely inches form each other's faces.

"Check."

Both pulled the trigger at the same time.

Artillery Pit, Final Defense Line, Defense Point Echo
1912

"In short. Lorenzo is chasing a skirt. Something about an unfinished duel with the sniper." Maria said, sighing, finishing her report to the Kuro crew. It was clear Maria was a little jealous, but it could be the pain meds she was taking. Having your arm broken by a special forces droid can do wonders when the medics decide morphine was for the best to deal with the pain.



<break here, allow for people to respond or something, but still need to plan out the whole fight. Should be up in next post. This is in need of major edits btw>

[Jusuchin Panjirinanu]

Somewhere near Negi
1912

Katerine ran ahead, sub machine gun blaring away, as a drone danced due tot eh impacts. Its mate fared no better, as the group turned the corner. It was barely standing when the warthog slid, drifted mainly, and its rear end sent the droid flying.

"Negi-sensei!" Katerine called out, before three droids appeared, chainguns spooling. Katerine grunted, and the middle droid suddenly had a claymore lodged inside it, gunfire peppered its companions, before Katerine took hold of the sword's handle, and with a yell, twirled, slicing in half all three. Sheathing her sword, she noticed that one was actually a smaller chacha-like droid. Carrying a smaller minigun. The warthogs rumbled past, stopping to where Negi was, but her face was locke din a grin, as she donned the powercell and ammunition pack.

"Hey guys! Those meal tickets are mine!"

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