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#IC #Canon: TLL #Ask/Invite


>The serenity of the pristine new set was instantly shattered, it's host charging onstage with a berserker shriek, a gleaming golden battleaxe clutched in both hands as he immediately set to work dismembering his polished desk with wild attacks. A marathon of destruction followed as he mangled the furniture with every variety of tool at his disposal.

>After several minutes of this, almost the entire set reduced to rubble, he collapsed into his chair. Instantly, the holodeck shimmered, and the debris vanished, replaced by brand new, identical furniture.

>For several long moments, Joel stares into the middle distance, before standing up and sauntering over to a microphone by the front of the stage.

Hey, hey everyone!

>He shouted to a blatantly fake audience consisting of the same five people in vaguely different outfits, with the sole example of the hulking Pax Cultura, looking fairly awkward in the face of Joel's chaos.

Welcome to the first episode of the show, it's a great thing to finally get this started, and I'm hoping it only gets better.

>Behind him, a bookshelf glitches, turning into a wireframe before turning itself inside out and beginning to rattle ominously.

We've had a pretty crazy time lately, pretty crazy time. We've got Logan and some weird chick going and rescuing some new guys from some asshole, those lesbian rocks joined up, that's pretty neat. They've got a kid who turns into a murderous monster, I like that one. You've got those two Saiyans on a quest for a healing flower or some shit, that other Saiyan getting in a fight to rescue her girlfriend from her asshole mom's hired thug. Oh! It's that wrestler! I almost forgot! That's cool.

>The bookshelf returns to it's wooden texture, flashing through a dozen other textures on the way, before violently exploding, the shards vanishing as safety protocols finally kick in.

You've got that one asshole and his robot wife investigating a ghost ship. I hope he dies, that'd make me happy. Bolone's brother showed up, too. He's an asshole but a cool one. But the important bit is we're on vacation! We're here in the Galactic Protectorate, and we're having a fantastic time, by which I mean Emily's been dragging me around museums for a solid three weeks now. But the race is tomorrow! See me at the Moreau Open in my custom Thorson Kestrel!

>He coughs, shifting.

Oh yeah, we're supposed to have a co-host. He'll be around later, scout's honor. I think he's still hiding.

>Abruptly, the door explodes inward violently as Leena makes her entrance.



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>Leaning against a table,Saya folded her arms and watched Jo for a few minutes.

Then why won't you let me try?

>Lifting her ears up, she leaned a bit closer before clearing her throat.

What happened that has you saying that Jo?

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What happened...?

>She thinks back, pausing and freezing up

>Thinking back to the day her original work on Full Bottles stopped

>in her mind's eye she sees a dark haired boy fading away in a set of golden particles, a bracelet dropping onto the floor

>A sword piercing a lamia's abdomen...

>The person who did it all, her idol, Dr. Dauros...

>Her expression contorts

You don't need to know.

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>Watching the foxes reaction and expression, the rabbit turned away as her arms were unfolded.

So be it.

You're face told me it's not something to be talked about already.

>Placing a hand to her chin, Saya looked at the wall in front of her.

I don't need to know about it anymore.

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"Alright then, I think this is all I can spare currently. I am still trying to get used to how things are run here. If you need anything else, do not hesitate to ask!"

>Lucia smiled happily at Io as she handed her a few more bandages, hoping it would suffice for whatever the woman needed them for. Not wanting to disrupt the conversation CERA was having with her, Lucia turned her attention back to Joel.


"I just sincerely hope his contact can find my crew soon... I do not want my brother to worry too much. He gets stressed out enough as it is."

>The image of her older brother came to mind, namely the man constantly trying to do whatever he could to keep their strange little group of misfits from getting into too much trouble. Lucia only hoped none of them were hurt... or worse, especially without her around. She snapped herself out of her little worried daydream when Joel said this and she blinked as she looked at him in surprise. Well, she did want to get to know people on this ship better... She flashed Joel her biggest smile and gave him a nod.

"You know, that actually sounds nice! Sure, I would not mind having dinner with you, Joel."

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>Jo lets out a really long sigh, looking away from Saya and putting a hand to her face

>She leans back in her chair and her tail flicks and twitches nervously

...See you around, Saya

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So that's it huh?

>Letting her ears droop, she put her hands in her pockets and looked at the ceiling.

I know I'm the one that shouldn't be saying anything like this. But you really shouldn't let your past control you too much.

All it's gonna do is make your life difficult for the future to come.

>With that, she started heading for the door.

See you later, Jo.

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Well, we'll see when the lovely Doctor Saya decides I'm ready to go free.

<Knowing her, it'll be next month and really reluctantly. And she'll yell at me for petty shit the whole time.

I know some good places to grab a bite.


>CERA clapped her hands with a joyful, oddly beeping giggle.

How wonderful! I cannot wait to meet him!

...And here I thought I'd be the fun uncle my whole life.

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We'll talk later, Joel.

>she said, momentarily snapping to Joel. Thankfully, she didn't sound angry as one might expect.

>but, turning back to CERA, she nodded.

When my schedule clears up, I'll see to it.


>she said with a nod and a smile.

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>Navi-ko (Sigma 001) Systems operational for Redress-Class Micromaster Science Vessel
>Logging in user: Nicole Geraldson N-Sigma (SS-002)
>Booting Captain's log protocol

>A relatively young looking girl wearing a pair of thick brimmed red glasses, lilac hair that made her stick out like a sore thumb, and a simple white labcoat, sat in front of a laptop she'd been using to interface with the vessel's systems
It's been approximately 4 days since the Empire dispatched my new partner and I to head towards the Echidna System for my angel researching endeavors. The faster than light travel in this ship is a bit lacking, but I've been modifying and making due, if my modifications have gone well, our next light speed jump should bring us into Echidna's orbit. I've yet to ask my companion her views on Echidna, but hopefully it shouldn't be too difficult to hide the connection she and the echidnans share.

>She huffs and finishes typing it up before slumping back a bit

Public Log end, extend into Private Audio Log, restrict to access code Kuiper NH2

It's my hope that the Virtrum technology I find can help me complete and activate Neptune. Hopefully the technology can both help stabilize the core I built for her and give me a path to completing my own modifications.

>She stated in a serious tone, hunched over her laptop now, eyes narrowed before she lets out a deep sigh

It's probably too much to hope for...but just maybe they might even have a way for me to recover Natalie and place her into Neptune...

>She folds her arms and bites her lip

...end log

>She slowly gets up onto her feet and her eyes narrow as she looks around the room

hrmmph, I suppose I should go check in on Gae Bolg...

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>The young woman's gaze falls upon the only other passenger aboard this ship with her, another young woman who was attempting to fight off the boredom of space travel with a sparring match against an Empire issue training drone. Her long blue hair flowed liked water behind her as she bent, swayed, and sidestepped the drone's every attempt to hit her.

Is this really the maximum setting?

>The little black orb darted around the woman in a blur of speed, firing painful yet harmless laser pulses at her from difficult angles. Yet in spite of its tenacity, it seemed to be little more than minor entertainment to her at best having no trouble avoiding being shot with almost passive focus on her task. And minor entertainment was clearly not what she was looking for as she huffed in disappointment.

I was expecting something more lethal. Maybe something one of their egg heads came up with? Being sent this though...

>She threw her fist out to her side, anticipating the path the drone was going to go and intercepted it handily. The struck drone wobbles in the air for a moment before powering down, slowly coming to rest on the floor near the woman's feet.


>Still it kept her sane for this long trip through the stars, even if it was no more then a toy to her, so she picked the drone up and set it back on a shelf for later use in the day. Her eyes glance over at the scientist she'd been tasked with escorting on this mission as she recorded her logs. This young woman, this "Sigma", that she was assigned to. Honestly, she didn't know what to think of the situation, as this task seemed... an incorrect use of her skills. Spearheading planetary invasions? Good. Stamping out rebellions on subjugated planets? A worthy use of her time. Assassinating high priority targets? As long as they put up a fight, she was happy. A weapon was meant to be thrown at the enemy, after all. To deal out death and destruction and think of little else. It was what she was built for after all.

>...But this? Guard duty was not something she was meant to do, so she was left to wonder why she was chosen for the task. Was it because of Echidna's origins as a test bed for Virtrum biological experiments and that made for a tenuous connection to herself? Allowing her access to the planet's hidden secrets? No, they'd have just asked her for the "keys" so to speak and unlocked the doors themselves instead of making her do it were that the case. Did she over-preform perhaps? Was her ability in combat seen as a liability if she ever turned? She thought she made it quite clear; she'd side with the strongest faction, and that was clearly the Empire. Though perhaps her statement shown light on the Empire's concern about its hold in the galaxy? Well, whatever. Once this assignment is over and done with she could go back to doing what she was meant to do and all this thinking could be put aside.

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>Having moved into the training and testing room of the vessel, Sigma's eyes narrowed as she walked in and saw her sparring with the small drone

Ah, there you are, Gai.

>It was a little nickname she'd started calling the weapon a few days after they'd met, a lot simpler than consistently referring to her by the full weapon name

I thought you should know we'll be arriving at Echidna ahead of schedule, our next jump will land us in Echidnan orbit.

>She states with a confident nod

The Empire gave us a small fuel efficient craft deeming my research...minimal priority, but I've modified the engines so we'll be drawing energy from Transwarp space.

>She wasn't able to really get a feel for the thoughts running through the weapon's head or the disappointment she had in the assignment, but she did notice the disappointment with the drone.

You know if you wanted, I could upgrade that drone to give you a bit of a challenge, we have time before the engines are charged enough for our jump, and my other projects need at the very least, Omniclay, to complete.

>Of course she wasn't the sort to offer that sort of thing completely for free...

>her eyes almost hidden behind a glare on her glasses
>she'd be asking the weapon for something in return for it.
>Being partnered with an angel weapon was a unique opportunity for study after all.

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>The hidden intention behind her helpful offer was not lost on the Gae Bolg. The moment the two meant prior to this journey, when Sigma found out what she was, the weapon could see the absolute glee in her eyes. That excitement of wanting to study the holy weapon in great depth was apparent to her and she didn't know how to feel about it really.
>She never did like it when egg heads around her wanted to see what made her trick. Perhaps seeming how other "topics of interest" were treated by the Empire's scientists left more of an impression on her then she cared to admit and the idea of being disassembled on some table in a dingy workshop didn't sit well with her. Being in pieces and unable to move would be incredibly boring after all.

Ai, and what, exactly, would I have to indulge you with in compensation lass?

>She'd have said no in another other situation but the trip had been long and she was stuck in a metal tube with no proper challenge for herself. She'd have slept the whole trip had she not done enough sleeping for multiple life times already while in that whole in the ground she was in before the Empire dug her up on pure chance.

>The only good news was that only one more jump would be needed before she had a whole planet to be her training ground again. Hopefully whatever Sigma wanted wouldn't be too demanding.

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>Sigma could get enough about Gae for the most part from scans and x-rays and the like with any luck, but she didn't really entirely understand the data she had, and it'd be better to collect Data by studying Gae Bolg on the move

>Collecting data on the weapon's personality and studying her external movements during leisurely activity might yield some information on how Gae's energy flows and the connection between it and her emotions...

I'd like to chat with you over dinner, that's all.

>She states with a nod, putting a finger to her chin and humming softly.

If we're going to work together we should get to know each other.

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>Well, that was a surprise. Not a bad one though, as the interaction would distract her from the boredom of space travel. For once she was around a egg head that actually wanted to talk about something other then their own work.

Fair enough, but none of that freeze dried ration shite. I'll be cooking something worth enjoying!

>Gae liked the travel light, and her design made it so that she never actually needed to take supplies with her. Or actually eat for that matter. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy a good meal however and she jumped at the chance to stuff the ship's cargo hold with as many fresh foods and ingredients as she could get her hands on.

What do you feel in the mood for? Grilled meat? Stew? A casserole?

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>Well, Sigma was pleasantly surprised already, she hadn't really expected Gae Bolg to be the type to cook, but she wasn't about to say no to a home made meal

Grilled meat would actually be great, need a good bit of protein after spending all that time futzing with the engines, keeps the mind sharp and the blood pumping, you know?

>She grinned a bit now and stretched a little bit, it'd been a looooooong time since she'd really had anything nice and hearty like that, she knew how to cook but it was just easier to take the rationed up dehydrated capsule and the like when she got caught up in her work.

>Sigma less found the fact Gae was a weapon interesting and was more interested in Gae as a person and the relationship between that and weaponhood, really.

>Plus it helped Gae was pretty cute looking, really fragging lucked out with her guard assignment.

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>Pleased to hear that Sigma appreciated the befits of a nice hardy chunk of meat, Gae Bolg smiled brightly.

Grilled meat it is then, just what I was in the mood for!

>She had already put a bunch of stuff in the fridge to work with and extracted two big slaps of beef from within, along with some spices and other things to enhance the dish.

Once we get on Echidna, I'll be hunting the wild life for our meals. Fish, boars, fowl, maybe some grasses and mushrooms of we're lucky. Speaking off actually...

>Turning the grill on and waiting for it to heat up, Gae, quickly got out some large mushrooms out of the fridge as well.

Grill some of these as well as a side dish as well.

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Don't think you'll have to do all the hunting and the like alone, you may be my body guard, sure, but I can take care of myself too.

>She states with a brief huff, puffing her cheeks slightly, folding her arms.

You ever been to Echidna before? I imagine there's a lot of neat things we can do with the plant life and animal life that's unique to the planet.

...besides the fabled bioweapons anyway, eating people isn't exactly on my to do list.

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>She appreciated that Sigma would do her part in gathering supplies. Fresh air and exercise always did egg heads good even if they didn't like it one bit and getting out of their stuffy labs always made them whine.
>As for being to Echidna.

No, I haven't. But my memory has plenty of data on the planet though so much time has passed since then there's probably plenty of difference now.

>Regarding how the experiments adapted and thrived on their planet anyway, everything else should still be relevant enough.

>She casually flips over the slabs of meat to sear the other side and make sure they cooked evenly.

Dunno, people taste like slightly off pork, least humans do. Though individual quality depends on what they eat regularly. Anyone worth eating has to be in peak physical condition with a proper healthy diet. Though in a pinch, one can't get too picky...

>How did Gae know this? Well it was probably more likely that the Angels had some form of data on it... and hopefully it wasn't from experience.

Either way, it won't be an issue. Echidna was made with a fine tuned and robust ecosystem, we won't be have to worry about finding choice meals.

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Well yeah, I'm familiar with the phrase "Long Pork", my point is I'd rather not eat something that's sapient. I'm a little more ethical than the bosses.

>She states, eyes narrowed, wincing at the "In a pinch" statement, not having paid much mind to the rest of the talk of people eating.

but regardless...that's good, though I do wonder what variations there are between Echidnan wild life and Earth wild life, considering how many Angel things seem to resemble Earth culture I wonder if they just kind of...ripped off the wild animals too

>Rubbing her chin and humming to herself though, she ponders

By the way what sort of specific upgrades or weapon replications would you like to see in the drone? I can add a hardlight projector to diversify its weapon options.

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Well, good! It'd be hard to remain covert if you decided to follow in good o'l Hannibal Lecter's foot steps!

>The holy weapon just tries to stifle her laughter. She found entertainment in this sort of thing, as off putting as it must be for some people and that was part of the fun for her.

pffft~ A-anyway! Food's done!

>She places the slabs of meat and mushrooms she cooked in a tasty sauce on plates and put them on the table. As she sits down, she thinks about what kind of lethal things she could have implemented into the drone.

Hmmm upgrade it's blaster to shoot MAC rounds, proximity mines, maybe a plasma thrower... Honestly it's probably be easier to pull up an inventory of nearest Empire weapon storage facility and hit "apply all." ...I never did get to test that newest siege robot of theirs...

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While I can definitely set those up with the drone, I feel like that's less of a challenge increase and more of just a damage increase wouldn't you say? What if I set it up with a hardlight body as well so it could project a person outward, give more hand on hand training options?

>She questions as she looks down to the meal, bowing politely for a moment

Thank you for your hard work on the meal!

>She'd grin a bit before digging into it.

But yeah, I'm a little surprised by your focusing on its potential fire power capabilities and not what else I could upgrade it to do. You always seemed to be more of a melee focused fighter, so having a common humanoid type hardlight shape to spar against seems prudent.

>She tilts her head and hums

Not too familiar with Hardlight holo-tech? We have it all over back on Indu-Ludum

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>Cutting of a large chunk of meat for herself to chomp down on, the weapon thinks about her response for a moment.

I guess I was a little too focused on fire power? I mean an actually hard-light projection would be nice, yeah. Though honestly some of that technically stuff flies over my head even if it's dated by my creator's standards...

>Plus she found it rather dry. Why sit at a desk all day doing science when you could be outside fighting for your live? ...Then again, that was the mentality of a weapon constantly seeking challenge to better herself. Most people where happy to not be in a perpetual state of life and death struggle.

Mmmmh... Indu-Ludum, what's it like there?

>Being inside a sealed chamber in the bowels of a uninhabited planet for thousands of years means you're very behind on what occurs on the outside. It was kind of exciting though, so many unknowns to discover, civilisations that sprouted up everywhere, so much food to try!

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>with a piece of meat and her fork still in her mouth, her brow perks tilts her head

>She seems like she's about to talk before she remembers to swallow her food.

You want to know about my home planet? I uh..hmmm
There's...a lot of metal, planet's like, partially cyberformed, the purple sky is nice...ummm.. Lots of gambling though. Biggest game on the planet is the Gacha.

We have mobile suits?

>She's having a real hard time describing home

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>The weapon listened intently as the woman opposite of her told her a bit about her home world. The food she was munching on however nearly got choked on when Sigma uttered the word "Gacha."

*Cough, hack!* GACHA!?!?!

>Gacha, the breaker of souls, emptier of bank accounts. Virtum research into the relationship between humans and gambling was extensive, as it seemed to be a big form of entertainment of the species as a whole and every culture has it's own form games of chance, ever since humanity progressed enough to trade and create currency.

That's still legal!?

>That only made it more disturbing to the Virtum that researched it. How easily the psyche of their most admired subjects could be exploited to thrust them into a downward spiral of spending. And that they did it to each other no less!

No one's destroyed it!?

>And Gatcha was the most terrifying of all forms of gambling! The game of chance, so utterly distilled into a potent form that it needed no physical reward or monetary gain to ensnare the populace! Only pictures of cute things!

By all that's good in the world, I thought I'd only have to contend with one galactic threat eventually...

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I mean it's not that bad, it's not just pictures of cute things anymore, if you get like, three of the same person you can turn them in for money.

>She pauses and robs the back of her head a bit, chuckling to herself and rubbing the back of her head

Also I won a cute set of underwear in the gacha once, really really cute and I like it a lot.

>She scratches her arm a little and smiles sheepishly.

...and careful about talking about contending with Galactic threats, the bosses might be listening!

>She points out raising a finger and nodding

Honestly don't see why they're so paranoid about seeming like that.

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>the young Tribuna sat in her room. A little more lightning dressed this time around, as opposed to her normal suit, was now clad in a simple shirt and pants.
>Accompanying her was a half empty can of beer (it was too early for anything stronger than cheap beer) and a document regarding details about the Shrikes.

>speaking of documents, it was today that Aleks was going to drop off a few for her.

>he'd be arriving any moment now.

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>Just as expected, the door slid open shortly after, the crouched figure of Aleksanteri awkwardly shuffling in, a large cardboard box under one massive arm, the durable kind that was more like particle board.

Hello, Io.

>Moving over to the table in the middle of the living quarters, he carefully placed the box on it.

Now, I must confess that these are quite important documents, but not the kind you most likely expected. What they are, however, is what you need to see.

>His eyes lift from the box to meet her gaze, something bittersweet in it.

You know I'm your cousin, right?

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I've known for a while.

>she said with a nod.

With Joel being my brother, I kind of put two and two together...

>with a shrug, she added

That makes me sound smart but honestly, it took longer than you might expect for me to figure it out.

>staring at the box, she took a deep breath, nodding.

...I'm curious where you got these.

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People forget I'm Joel's cousin fairly often. With how much shorter he is, and how young he can look, people used to think I was his father.

>He chuckles, delicately lifting the lid of the old box off to reveal an assortment of old photo albums, scrapbooks, and the like.

Near the start of the war, when your father was called back into active service again, he had my father put these away for safekeeping. Not even Joel's seen some of these. For example...

>He selects one of the albums, opening it with extreme caution to a photo depicting a strong adult man sitting in an armchair in a hospital room, a swaddled infant sleeping under each arm. He smiles blearily at the camera in the manner of the overtired, but his expression is clearly one of intense pride.

This is him the day you were born.

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I mean, you act the part.

>she said with a nod. She hadn't known Aleks as close as Joel has in the past, but in the years she knew him after her defection from the Bardonese Empire, she had gotten the "fatherly vibe" from him.

>but, now onto more important matters. Looking at the photo, the Tribuna hummed

Odd to think that those babies went on to try and kill each other for nearly two decades... And are allies today... Our father looks exactly like I pictured he would

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Because he needs the guidance. You know him.

>He places the opened photo album on the table, carefully leafing through the pages of baby photos. As infants, it seemed that Joel and Io were all but identical at a glance.

I knew Joel had a sister. I didn't know it was you, but I knew there was another kid and she was out there somewhere. I was only a kid when you were born, but I remember seeing you. When your mother...

>Aleks sighs, slumping into a sitting position across the table from her and rubbing the bridge of his nose with one large hand.

When your mother took you. She just vanished in the night, leaving Joel at our house suddenly. My father took me aside the next month and told me not to talk about you. He'd talked with your father for weeks about it, and they decided to let Joel forget about you. Not... to pretend you didn't exist, but because we didn't know if you were alive. Imagine having that burden your whole life, knowing your sister was somewhere out there, maybe even dead. It might not have been the right thing, or even for a good reason, but I want you to know there was a reason.

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Then why pick me?

>she asked furrowing her brow.

I won't question why no one looked for me for all those years. They're in the past, but what I don't understand is why I was chosen.

>sighing, she tried her best to keep her cool. As much as she used the phrase "it's in the past," bringing up the memories of her childhood and the abuse she faced under her adoptive father was never pleasant.

...And our mother? Where is she?

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First, your father did look for you. He started the day your mother left, and he never stopped. But with the Spoilist regime only spreading across the world, it only got harder and harder to find any intelligence about you or your mother.

>Reaching into the side of the box, he produced a small folder. Opening it, he revealed a number of what seemed to be pictures from security camera feeds depicting a short woman with an imperious gaze from a single eye, her right one covered by a plain black patch as she refuels her car at a gas station. A small child is just barely visible sleeping in a car seat in the back of the car.

Your mother's name is Juno. We knew she had Bardonese heritage, but we never knew she had contacts in the Empire. She went off and met with a Bardonese agent who'd made his way into the country, then the two of them just... vanished, along with you. We never knew what happened.

>Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small thumb drive and sets it on the table.

All the data's in here so you can check it yourself. This is freshly in from back home, and I wanted to tell you personally. The files were encrypted, and we only just now managed to crack them. We now know what your mother did. She defected, as we thought. But it was only the start. She was recruited by UMBRADIV.

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>Right... He did look for her.
>...And she killed him without knowing who he was for years.
>Io solemnly nodded.

>taking the thumbdrive, looking at it as if she could read its contents like an electronic psychic, she put it in her pocket.

UMBRADIV... I thought that they were defuncted. Does this mean that they are being revived?

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No. They're all but dismantled. She spent the whole war working for them, and was one of the agents we hadn't caught yet when the Jupiter Empire rolled into town.

>He shifts as he hands her the thumbdrive, taking out some more albums and scrapbooks, flipping through them as he continued.

We believe she may have defected to the Jupiter Empire. They took an unknown number of assets from UMBRADIV facilities during their invasion, including an unidentified project helmed by Juno. All the data from it was scrubbed except a name we recovered. The same project name Joel and Jo recovered from the Jupiter Empire vessel Barbarous King. Project: Heracles. The container for said project, as you likely know, had been ruptured from the inside and the project had slaughtered the crew and left the computer all but destroyed. We don't know who or what it was, but it's out there somewhere. And so is your mother.

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Makes sense...

>she said, going through some of the pictures, looking at the childhood that she could've had. A life that she hopes that she could give to Niko.

<"My father was a brilliant man, wasn't he?"

...Guess this is just another step in finding them, huh?

>she said, setting the scrapbook down.

Whatever Juno has started, this Project Heracles, I'll finish. That's how it usually works, doesn't it? As for where I start, I'll look to the thumbdrive first if it has any hints on where either of them might be... I'll likely have to fight whatever came out of that vessel.

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Correct. This Heracles is most likely hostile and extremely dangerous. We still don't entirely understand what little we can glean about the project's nature, from cybernetics to extreme experimentation with the Nemean Gland.

>He picks up another one of the books, looking it over, turning it in his large hands.

But in the meantime, I'd like you to look over all of these. This is your history, and even if you don't think of yourself as a Maravalle, I want you to understand you have just as much of a right to this as I do, just as much as Joel does. You come from a long line of soldiers, and despite every disadvantage you've had put in front of you, you've already more than lived up to it. Both of you.

>He opens the book again, showing a picture of the same brown-haired man, his build tall and strong. He gazes at the camera, clearly caught in the middle of playing an old acoustic guitar, and his smile is a broad, almost lopsided one.

He would be so proud of you, Io. That much I'm sure of.

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>taking the book, Io listened over Alek's words.
>he was right... In all her trials and challenges, even when she had her eye stabbed out, when she was forced to escape from her adoptive father's regime, when she was with child with no choice but to ally with her former enemy, she kept going.

Then if he's watching me wherever he is, I'm sure I'll give him a good show.

>then, after a brief pause,with the book still in hand, Io walked forward and gave her much larger cousin a hug, in a rare display of affection towards someone who wasn't part of her team.

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>One of his arms wrapped around her gently, it's bicep muscles as big around as her waist.

You have family, Io. The Shrikes. Me. Joel. Janie. Niko. You don't have to do any of this alone.

>He pats her back, smiling warmly as he did.

And you might want to go through these with Joel.

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>It's worse then she though! It's infiltrated the economy on a deeper level!

W-well... I suppose if you can get some value out of it....

>Mission update: Destroy Gatcha.

>Priority: ...Low. For now.

>Gae had bigger fish to fry, and the people she worked for weren't too inclined to talk about them... for some reason.

Nor do I, but it's there prerogative.

>She scarfs down another chunk of meat.

I just follow my orders and make sure I'm ready when I'm needed. Looking into the hows and whys isn't what I was built for.

>*Munch munch*

Speaking of being ready, should we encounter the locals, we'll need a cover for why we're there. If I've read the reports correctly, Echidna isn't exactly welcoming to the Empire.

What's going to be our story?

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>She takes another bite and grins wide, face upturned into a grin!

Quite simple, pretty honestly! Hiding in plain sight really, we'll be saying we're archaeologists from the Sol system interested in comparing notes from life forms on Earth and the artifacts on Echidna itself!

The best lies have a kernel of truth in them and I mean we're basically doing archaeological work.,

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>A simple, straight forward story. One close enough to the truth to not draw too much suspicion to their work.

That'll do. Though I guess I shouldn't be dressed like...

>She motions at the rather revealing and tight outfit she wore. It was wear that was good for battle, flexible and didn't hinder her movement, but at the same time is also something that didn't scream "nerd."

If I'm gonna be a scholar of any kind.

>So it was time for an outfit change. Lucky for her, she didn't need to actually remove her clothes for that! Through the wonders of Virtum technology, the clothes she had on changed form into.... a school uniform looking outfit?

There we go! This should do perfectly!

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>Gae blinks a couple times and whistles to herself in her head

Wow, you actually really pull that off well, bit too high school-ish, at least where I'm from, but I'm sure it'll do.

>She folds her arms for a moment and nods briefly

my own attire is already fairly fit for the ruse. since it's not my combat suit and isn't exactly an imperial uniform.

>She grabs her cup and takes a sip of the drink she had along side the food

Now the documents and material I have on our expedition should be enough to fool the locals, but should the Galactic Patrol, or Micronus forbid, SPD visit the planet....Well, Gae, you prepared to fight Power Rangers if we have to?

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>Finish off her food, the weapon grins and gives Sigma a thumbs up.

Anywhere, anytime. Especially if they bring something new to the table for my to test myself against! They better hope they can handle me though.

>She was confidant in her ability to strike down anything the galaxy could throw at her. After all, just how many things out there could ever possibly surpass her in strength?

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>Sigma finished off her own and finished her drink, grinning in approval

Alright then! I'll get right to work on your new training buddy, and then we'll get all of the landing informatio and planetary comms running!

>Sigma gives a thumbs up and stretches the tiniest bit in her chair before standing

With that confident attitude of yours, I feel like we can do anything!

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>Anne's tracker still hadn't reappeared yet on the blip radar
>The white haired girl groaned to herself looking over her set up in her HQ, there could be any number of explanations beyond what the worst one was
>Maybe Anne found out she had the tracker and ripped it out or something...didn't seem like something they'd do, knowing that girl she'd probably latch it onto something else and have them chasing something as a wild goose chase
>But with no contact in the last couple of weeks...the evidence was piling up more on the "She's gone" end of things...
>She'd be meeting Montgomery later about this but...

>Right now she had some other matters to attend to.

>She walked away from the console and headed off towards the hangar bay for their little lancing group
>In the hangar bay there were a couple of ships, Anne's small fighter noticeably absent
>But as she approached the largest ship in the center, she couldn't help but stare for a few brief moments...

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>The Massive Gold pyramid stood amongst the ships, its pilot walking out, a small fox girl with golden hair, bowing politely.

>Before quickly degenerating into an over-excited pile of fluff

You must be Kana! I'm so excited to meet you! We're going to take this fight right to the empire and boom boom! Save everyone help them all out!

>Her hair suddenly shifted to silver and she kept up the excitable talk

Hit them where it hurts you know! Dive straight into the danger zone and beat them all, no matter how hard it is! Don't even care about the profits we're just helping people!

>Kana seems more than a little apprehensive briefly...before the fox girl just stops moving, her hair shifts to a white hue, and she coughs

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Apologies, I can get a little bit over excited when it comes to those things.

>She pats herself off and lets out a short huff of air

It's good to finally meet you Ms. Kana, I'm Treya Takahashi. ... of wisdom, and I'd be happy to discuss the details of our partnership

>Kana lets out a short gasp of air and rubs the back of her head a bit relieved

"Thank goodness, I don't think I'd have gotten anywhere with the other two..."

>She chuckles a little bit
Although there is another issue I'd like to bring to attention, we may have another recruit...at least temporarily
>Kana blinks and tilts her head
you see, I've been helping another Ranger with stabilizing her powers, she's not even able to exit her suit at present time, but I can introduce you
>Kana nods and scratches her arm before the white haired fox motions the girl with demon features to follow her into the pyramid ship
"Well, by all means, Treya."

>Once inside, the white haired fox guides Kana over to an orange train of massive size and calls out

You can come out now, Orange, I have somebody for you to meet!"

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>Stepping out of the train, an orange clad ranger with a train themed suit, hazard lines as sashes across the torso, a 6 emblazoned on their chest, walked out and waved

>They spoke with a distinctly feminine voice, though it was distorted, likely due to the unstable form still under the suit

Hey there! You're that person Treya wanted to work with right?

>She stretched a bit and let out a brief yawn, rubbing the back of her neck

Guess I'll be working with you so long as I can't get out of this damn suit

>Kana nodded and blinked a bit before the Orange figure offered her hand to shake

Good to met ya, if I manage to stabilize, you aware of a ship called the Lost Light?

>Kana tilted her head and nodded

"Oh uh yeah, we have some contacts with them"

Great! I'll have to poke you about that later, Inari's sake people on there are probably worried!

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...This isn't what was agreed upon.

>Starscream lamented outloud, growling under his breath as he observed a star map in his, well, officially it was an office, he more considered it a throne room.

The Empire is starting to make moves on Cybertronian colonies, activity picking up more and more...

>He pensively put a finger to his chin

>He HAD to do something about this
>Those were HIS WORLDS, the Council of Worlds and its delegates were just a formality in his eyes
>They were his worlds to rule! and since they were his, how DARE the empire encroach on them! They had an agreement to stay out of each others way and...and...!
>They were pushing it to the side!
>Pushing him to the side like Megatron had so oft during the war!
>What could he do? What should he do? He couldn't risk asking the people of cybertron to enter another war...

>He pushed a button on his desk, a small minicon appearing on a holomatter comm link, the kibble on him indicating some sort of formula 1 race car form

Swindle, I'm going to have to have you contact Rodimus and...

>He hesitated, his eyes narrowing as he spoke, tired irritation in his voice

...and Megatron for an emergency council meeting, there are things to discuss that I can't move forward with on my own.

Yes, Lord Starscream

...and Swindle?


Ensure the scout minds his own business in all of this.

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