To be honest I don't like doing retellings like this. It's easy since it's really just copy and paste but most people already know the plot, and would rather read something with a little more imagination too it. But to give Fenrir's back story more impact and depth, I am going to have to introduce him in the story just a little. Especially since I gave him a name instated of just calling him Cross or X.

This is what you get when the person you play as is customizable character.

I do not own Xenoblade Chronicles x

Chapter one

"Raagh!" Fenrir slashed back at the sowrd sized teeth of the huge equivalent of wolf on Mira. The large beast snapped and bit him as it tried to devour him whole. He side stepped and dodged the massive chomps cutting at its fangs with his knife. Elma is at his back firing her guns at another Grex in front of her as it staffed side to side and roared at her as her bullets kept the beast back. The walls of NLA are only a few feet away from their battle. Two more dead Grexs pilled around them. Their bodies long stiff form their fight with Elma and Fenrir.

Fenrir ducked under the beast paws as it swiped at him. He slashed back at it, drawing blood and a roar form the monster. He stabbed at its back legs, crippling the beast to its knees. He was fast, hacking away at the monster's vital points and tendons with blinding speed and turns. Sliding form under the monster Fenrir lacerated its throat as it let out one final desperate scream before dying. He didn't waste a moment to rejoin Elma as she continued to keep the beast's twin at bay.

"Get in close and bring him down!" She ordered. Reloading her guns as Fenrir sped past her. The monster set its eyes on him and snapped its jaws but Fenrir side stepped the bites and ducked under it. He jumped back, just barely missing getting smashed by the alien monster's foot. Dirt and debris flew up to blind him but Fenrir ignored them and slashed at its right leg then its left. Sliding under it just before the Grex fell on its belly.

"Now Elma! Finish him!" He yelled to her. Taking at his rifle to fire off a few rounds in the beast's hide to keep its attention.

Swiftly Elma dashed at the alien mongrel and killed it by imbedding her blades in its skull. It gave one last defiance bellow, purple blood spraying out of its head. None of it hit her as she flipped off the dead beast and sheathed her blades.

She looked to Fenrir, who had put his gun back on his back, and apologized. "Sorry about that. They normally don't get this close to the city. Are you ok?"

He nodded then looked to the walls of the city.

A single city…

The last city of mankind….

Those words held a lot more weight to them then he thought now that he can see the city for himself.

While trekking through this land called Primordia, Elma had told him what had happened to Earth and how they ended up on Mira. It's a little hard to believe the whole Earth is just gone. Everything that them-humans-have done as a species is lost. Their history, their past, their home.

All of it gone because two advance races decided to have a hissy fit over their planet.

A part him balled his fist in rage at it all. It pissed him off at the mere concept of bunch random people destroying his home. And yet there is this calm that's covering him, a senses of ease that he believed came from his amnesia.

Or maybe something else.

Elma noticed the thoughtful look on his face. For the few hours she spent traveling with him, she started to pick on a few of his ticks. Like now when his arms are crossed and his face is turned into a fierce frown, he is thinking. Most likely about the human race's current predicament.

"I understand that all this at once can be a little overwhelming." She spoke to him, his emerald green eyes turned her. "For now just take it one step at a time. Don't try to rush anything."

That wasn't really his point. He really just has a lot questions. Who were the aliens that destroyed earth?

Why were they fighting?

Why was Earth chosen as the battle ground?

And did they really get every single person on earth on these so called arks?

To be honest that's the most farfetched out all this to him. The fact that they could fit all of Earth's history on these so called 'Arks'.

But he nodded in agreement with her any way. It would be better to get into the city before something even hungrier shows up.

"Alright." She started leading him to the city, but her eyes wondered to dead husk of the Grexs they just killed.

Noticing her stopping, Fenrir tilted his head. Wondering if something is wrong.

"Hm? Oh well." She said when she noticed his eyes on her. "It's just…we landed around so much wildlife. Our presences must be causing a huge fluxuation the environment here."

Looking at the beast he couldn't deny that. This spot was probably a hunting ground of theirs.

"But," Elma's eyes seem to harden in determination, yet it's not a steel like resolve. It is a steel like understanding. "Even though I say that, we can't just sit around and wait to be someone else's food. I've learned that there is very fine line between self-defense and provoking a fight."

As those titanium blue eyes looked into his, he too understood. He understood what she must have done, what she must have seen, to find that line.

"We must walk that line Fenrir. Balancing out when to pull out our blades and when to stay them." It wasn't an order. It wasn't a demand. It was a fact. Even though something in him told him she is wrong, those blue eyes, filled with an intelligence he couldn't pin point, made him agree with her.

Even so….

"Good." She pointed to the sliver wall surrounding the city. "Let's get into the city before we run into more trouble. It may just help you remember something." Elma walked ahead of him.

Even so, as Fenrir looked at his hand, he question himself; Dose even know how to stay his blade?

As Fenrir leaned against the elevator rail, looking over to Primordia's early afternoon horizon, Elma thought she should take this time to evaluate this young man. Their ride up taking a minute or two.

'And young is right. He looks about twenty-three.' She guessed.

He definitely six feet and one inch, give or take a few centimeters. He stands tall, imposing, using his height to his advantage and never really slouching. Always on guard. Even now, as he leaned on the rail, his arms crossed, she noticed how his left hand dangled just barely over his knife, just in case she would try and attack. Showing that he still doesn't just her very much.

'He's also left handed.' She observed. 'Another rare trait like his hair.' She wondered if it was dyed. White and black mixed aren't normal hair colors, but maybe he chose them. His style of hair is even weirder. Being a bit of cat person she couldn't help but imagining those strange tuffs of hair on his head as cat ears. But he really is more of dog with his silent expression that is very hard to read at times.

During their few run-ins with indigen on their way here, she found he takes orders well, but giving them would is a bit of hassle. He would say one, or two words and she didn't know if he wanted her to attack or fall back until he did it himself and she just acted accordingly. And he never really showed his anger at her, nor disgust, or interest. Even when she told him about the Earth being gone, he was still calm and logical. The last time she ever saw him show any emotion was when she got him to blush three hours ago. Ever since then he's been like a stone slab.

'Because of his memory loss or a tragic event?' She deduced.

He is a mystery that is for sure. Yet as the elevator reached its peak, the sun beaming to his profile, giving him a glow that made it seem to just fit into Mira's mysterious landscape. Out lining his cold visage like one of Primordia's rough hills. He maybe odd, but he fits right in on this planet.

As the bars lowered, Fenrir walked ahead. Undaunted by the steel walls of NLA. Just like when he saw the hills of Primordia for the first time, or when those Grexs attacked.

'Whatever his past life is, one thing is for sure. It was not a normal one.'

Fenrir allowed her to catch up and lead her over the railing that over looked at city. A still growing city but a city none the less. He couldn't see much form this distance but there are homes bunch together on one island with trees and what looks like a park. On another island there looked to be a bar, a few stores, and maybe a shopping mall. The largest thing in the city, and most ominous, he has to guess, is the large tower in the middle of it all. Numbers, their meaning unclear, counting down to something while a percentage hung over them. Either it was a lower or rising one is even more unclear then the sliver towers presences. There dots walking around. People, civilians, families walking around on the islands. The city is far from complete with all the islands disconnected from each other, yet it is clean and bright in sun. Something he's hasn't seen much of. Or so he feels.

Elma leaned forward on the railing. Taking in a deep breath of the city air. She smiled, the air is crisp. Clean like water for a spring.

"Well? Here we are." A small breeze form the height made her adjust her hair a little. "No too shabby, huh? "

"For beached space ship anyway." She laughed at how odd it was to think this would be a suitable place to live.

"But…like it or not this is out home now."

'Home…' It means familiarity. It means peace. And yet she can't really call it that, can she?

Ignoring those thoughts she turned to Fenrir, her smile small. Warming. Welcoming him to his new home, he guessed.

"We call it New Los Angeles. After the city it was molded after."

He took a step forward, looking at the roads, the cars, and the people. Buildings and towers around the city. This place.

He doesn't remember his home, or anything really but he has to say. He really hoped his home was like this. It would make a nice memory.

"Welcome to NLA."

He stood over the railing to take all in. This city is the last place of humanity. There is no other planet. No other ship. No other place to run to.

The people. The homes. The Skells-

"Skells?" He muttered. Wondering where the name came from. He took a moment to look and only form him to find gaint mech suits.

"Did you remember something?" Elma asked.

"Skells." He repeated the word. While happy to remember anything, Fenrir is disappointed it just the name for gaint robots.

"Hmm. Maybe you were a pilot? But…" She shook her head. Making wild guess isn't going to help anyone.

"How about I give you a tour? You may find something to jog your memory."

He nodded, not really having a choice in the matter.

"Great. Let's start off with your living courters." Elma led him to another elevator that they took down.

"Brave citizens of New Los Angeles; Good day."

As they descended, a voice sounded form the large tower looking over the city. Fenrir looked to see a man in a suit talking in what looked like a news feed. The tan suit of his made him look like an average man in the office. But the coldness in his eyes was rather off putting. As if he has a secret agenda aside from everything else.

"Yesterday, we repatriated ten more White Whale crew members." He announced. "These fellow pioneers will rejoin our ranks as citizens of NLA, bringing them skills and know-how that will bolster our ability to survive-and indeed flourish-here in our new home. This,-"

Fenrir toned the rest of the old man out as they left the elevator. Remembering something with a scowl.

He hate politician.

Although he has a feeling that is more of a reflex then a memory.

"'Director General'? Since when?" Elma asked aloud as they reached the lower floor.

"Two days ago, ma'am." A stern voice and a two pairs of boots, made his ear twitch and turn to meet the two people coming up on them.

Polar opposite is the first impression Fenrir got from them. The male on the right is young, about his age he had to guess. Whatever Fenrir's age is.

His sandy brown hair, and bright chocolate eyes gave him a youthful look. Almost innocent. It didn't help that there was this small mocking smile on his face. The sign of a jokester. A major contrast from his combat gear he has on. Yet there no doubting the blaze of fire in his eyes. Something that put the amnesiac man on edge as if he has seen those eyes before. The eyes of man guarding something close to him.

However it was the woman who really put Fenrir to rise his guard. While fairly petite, her cold smoky eyes seemed to demanded attention and dared anyone to over step her. The sandy blond hair man him think of Russia. Which made realize he had been to Russia. Which made him realize he can speak Russian. Which made him realize that he just remember that he knows where Russia is and that he can speak the language. Along with a few other languages.

Getting back to the woman, Fenrir noticed that her combat was no lighter than her male friend. If Fenrir has to guess her's is even heavier. Hard and passionate is what he would call her. Ready for a fight at a bang of a gun. While her male friend seemed more laid back, almost easy going, she was stuck up. A woman born in the military.

"Form 'political aide' to 'director general' in just a few weeks….At this rate he'll be emperor by next month." Said the male as they walked up to Elma.

"Irina. Gwin." Elma greeted them and sure enough the raised their hands in salute.

"Nice work out there Ma 'ma." Said Irina he guessed.

'Ma 'ma huh? So she is of a higher rank.' Fenrir thought. Her fighting skills didn't seem like that of an amateur, and she is way too composed to for someone who wouldn't know what they were doing. Now the question remains; just what rank is she?

Feeling Fenrir may have a few questions, she decided to get names out of the way first.

"This is Irina Akulov and Gwin Evans."

"This one of the survivors Coronel?" Asked Irina.

Elma nodded grimly, "THE survivor. I only found a single pod intact at Starfall Basin."

Gwin looked perplexed, "Wait, what? What happened to "Ten more crew members"?

Irina scoffed, "Come on seriously? Chausson was never one to let the truth get in the way of good speech."

"Still ever survivor counts." She turned to Fenrir, however she wasn't smiling.

And neither was he as he narrowed his eyes in distrust at her. He let off a menacing aura. Something Irina picked up on real quick, but was not even put off it. She crossed her arms and growled at him.

"You got a problem?"

"Oh boy…" Gwin looked worried although he doesn't blame his superior officer. He wishes this guy was giving him the stink eye. With glare Gwin was getting. It was like having a panther stalk and watch its prey before it pounced.

Elma wanted to shake her head. "Sorry, Fenrir has amnesia. He's not very trusting with new people."

"Whoa! Fenrir? Like that demon wolf thing in that crazy Norse myth? Seriously?" Great. As if Gwin doesn't have another reason to be wary about this guy.

Right. His amnesia.

He sighed and tried to relax a little. He couldn't just go picking fights with people that looked a little off. He was just a little...tense. It probably was all these people around him. It made him feel uneasy. Like everyone's eyes are watching him to make the slightest mistake. He has a feeling in his past life that he can't remember he wasn't really all that good with people.

"I am…sorry." He apologize, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. Surprising Elma with his modesty.

Irina blinked back her shock too. She laughed little herself. "It's ok. Coming out of a pod and suddenly fighting gaint alien dogs can make anyone a little jumpy huh? You can get a pass."

She gave him a challenging smirk. "For now."

When Fenrir returned her grin with one of his own, she smiled good naturedly. "You can call me Irina. I'm with the Interceptors."

Seeing the fire between them die down, Gwin introduced himself too. "Me too, same division. You can call me "'Mr. Evans.'" He said in jokingly. Until he noticed the cold stare he got from Fenrir.

"Or er just Gwin. Hey you're not going to like eat all of NLA or something right?" Gwin meant as joke on Fenrir's name, but with way his hair is and how wolfish he looked, he wouldn't be shocked it Fenrir suddenly grew fur and started scarfing down civilians.

Said man gave Gwin a raised eyebrow, but stayed silent. Making Gwin feel even more out of place.

"Don't Worry." Elma said with a grin. "Fenrir doesn't talk much."

Fenrir then looked at Elma, his eyes filled with questions.

"Hm?" She asked. Looking at him for a moment to understand his question. "Ah Right. Let me explain then." She said confusing Irina and Gwin.

"The three of us were in the Coalition forces together-specifically the Special Operations Heavy Armor Training Unit. Or the "Skelleton Crew.""

'Never heard of that.' Fenrir thought. Hoping that could have brought up something.

"I was a colonel," Elma continued. "And Irina a lieutenant-Gwin was a more recent recruit."

She crossed her arms in a huff, "Course, I keep telling them we don't need those old ranks anymore no that we're here."

"You're still 'colonel' to me, ma'am. No reorg will ever change that." Irina said. Her eye lighting up with near shameful admiration for Elma. "And that's not about chain of command, either. It's about respect. You've earned it."

"And the award for best ass kiss goes to er…"

A sharp stare form Irina shut Gwin up swiftly.

"Well, I'd remind you both the 'ma'ams aren't necessary if I thought you'd listen…." Elma sighed.

Fenrir looked at Elma not in a new light, but with more curiosity. This Irina woman doesn't look like someone who will give respect to people lightly. Just what did this Elma do to earn it?

"All right, ma'am-we should be getting back to work." Irina and Gwin saluted her proudly and in good form. Something that made Fenrir's eye twitch and feel a little sick.

"Until next time, Colonel."

With that they dismissed themselves. Leaving Elma alone with her forgetful friend.

"We should head out too. What's wrong?" She asked when she noticed him looking a little green.

"I just remembered something…" He grumbled.

"Yeah?"

"I hate politicians and the military…" Fenrir started walking down stairs. Hoping the lower air would clear his head.

Elma laughed at that, "Well then you're going to love it here."

Fallowing him down, Elma directed him. "The administrative district isn't far from here. That's where you'll be calling home-for now, anyway."

Fenrir nodded his eyes catching the many crates and workers running around and working none stop. Buzzing like bees and working like ants. One man, with stack of papers almost ran into him.

"The industrial district can be a little crazy this time of day." Elma said. "When we get to the barracks you should wash up and-"

She stopped her conversation when a sight she never thought she see take her eyes to the sky. Fenrir fallowed her eyes sight to gray skell flying in the air over them. It tattered a little and wobbled too. But it stayed up right, gliding through the air.

Until a part blew as sored over them nearly taking of their head and slammed into the distant with loud crash.

A military jeep screeched and burned down the road beside them. Nearly hitting Fenrir as it blur past. He barely caught a glimpse of the driver, a young girl with short black hair held back by pins, gunning at the wheel. It took him more than by surprise. Yet for reason it wasn't her age that through him off.

Before he could think more on it Elma nearly rolled her eyes unprofessionally and stomped to the crash site. Nearly leaving him in her dust.

The jeep skidded to a stop and the girl hopped out of the car and rushed over to the down smoking mech. She popped the hood and a large body came out, covered in armor, and tearing its helmet to the ground in frustration.

"Damnit!"

Now Fenrir can tell this man belong in the military. It's the nearly fully shaved head and gaint frame he is carrying around. He clicked his teeth and roughly wiped the sweat form his eyes. The stared at the young girl who was looking at her device. Scratching her head in confusion.

"Hmm…" She said, walking around the skell and inspecting it.

The large man hopped off the robot, "Look, I know what exhaust smells like," He grieved. Parts of his chocolate face covered in in black sot. "And it was exhaust in the cockpit."

"Just check the duck work would ya." He crossed his arms, rather annoyed.

"Oh, I'm checking." Said the girl, eyes glued to her device. She's shorter then Irina and Elma. He had to guess she comes up to the middle of his stomach. Yet she didn't seem deterred by the boorish man's words.

"I just seriously doubt-Hey, look at that! The intake/ exhaust bypass is reversed." She said as if she was reading the Sunday paper. "Oh man. It's a good thing I caught that."

"You CAUGHT that?" Argued the old man. "You're the one who cleared me to fly!"

Elma took this moment to step in.

"Everything okay? It's not like you to flub a flight check, Lin." Elma and Fenrir walked up to them. "Good thing you had a rugged pilot like Doug at the controls."

Fenrir's eyes fallowed the names corresponding with the people. Lin, the little girl, and Doug, the brawling military man.

He seems to be meeting polar opposites all day.

Where Lin coal black eyes held boundless energy for someone her age, Doug's cool brown eyes fit the grizzled war veteran to a T. Fenrir could see all the battles he had gone through with just a simple glance at them. They hide nothing, which made him wonder if that's a good or bad quality to have.

"Oh, hey, Elma!" Lin rushed up to them with a smile. "How'd it go out there?"

Then she noticed the tall man standing next to. His green gazing down and studying Lin. It scared him really. Natural instinct would tell any man to lower their guard for a girl this young. Yet it was only raised higher. Maybe, while her eyes held that energy of someone so young, there was not as much innocence in there as he would expect. It put him a little on edge.

Lin, however, didn't noticed this. All she sees is a tall man standing up straight, with a Grexs bloody knife on his side. His skin a sun kissed tan with a few recent scars and scarps on his arms. His hair is a messy bundle of black spikes with two white cat ears on his head, and the middle part of his bang is also white.

"And…would this be…one of the, you-know-who's?" She asked, still giving him a once over.

Elma nodded plainly.

"Cooool…" Lin said much to his surprise. He was giving her practically the same look he was giving Gwin and Irina. A man and woman with years of combat experience are weary of him, yet this little girl isn't? Not that was his goal, to scare people with his stare; that's just how he looks. For a young girl like her to just shrug that off gave him a real reason to watch out for her.

"I am Lin lee koo-mechanic and top all-around fix it gal for BLADE." She introduced herself.

"Fenrir." He said plainly.

"Pretty cool nickname." Doug said, nodding to Fenrir with a smile.

"Not my nick name." Fenrir responded coolly. Making Doug blink at the odd response.

Then he looked to the skell his head titling.

"Um…." Lin looked at him. She watched him as he crossed his arms with his head titled looking at the skell.

Lin looked at him for a second. Then copied him. Crossing her arms and titling her head while looking at the skell.

"Hmm." He said.

"Hmm." She said.

"Uh Elma. Is he ok?" Doug asked, looking at her new friend more than a little concern.

"Yeah. He's just not all that good at talking. And he has amnesia." Elma grinned enjoying the duo's antics.

Doug looked god smacked. "What?"

"He's wondering what wrong with the exhaust." Elma explained to Lin.

Fenrir nodded, looking at Lin.

That made Lin jump, "Ah, yeah, well that…uh…" The poor girl turned red. Embarrassment that he noticed. "That…doesn't normally happen."

"We know it doesn't Lin." Elma comforted her, then looked to Fenrir who was still looking over the Skell. "I know what you're thinking, but believe me. She maybe only thirteen but she's actually one of our top talents."

"Most of the time that is." Doug teased. "Most of the time."

However he shook his head at that, it wasn't what was on his mind. He was actually just wondering what was wrong with the skell.

"You're a mechanic too!?" Lin sounded a little excited at the thought.

But Fenrir shook his head, "Don't know."

Fenrir sighed, looking at the skell brought nothing to mind but a few random skell parts. He is definitely not a mechanic, but it looks like he knows his way around a skell.

"He has a case of memory loss." Elma explained, making Lin do a double take. "Probably hopping the skell would kick start something?"

He shook his head, nothing but a fog.

"Really? That sucks." Lin sounded depressed for his sake. Her out right concern for him made him blush a little, not used to someone caring like that. Turing his head away, nervously scratching his cheek.

"Don't worry about it…" He said quietly.

Lin then perked up, smiling at the two, "Hey, you guys heading to the barracks?"

"Yeah." Elma answered. "Why do you ask?"

Lin giggled a little in excitement, pushing her fingers together in a nervous but cute way. She looked at Fenrir with a big smile. "As long as you're here, why don't I take you on the transport? It's a great way to see the city-I'll give you the grand tour."

Fenrir nodded, while Elma agreed with him. "That sounds like a great idea."

Lin turned to Doug, her arms crossed and losing that childish fun loving aura quickly. "All right Doug that's it for today. You can clean up here and dock the skell."

Doug looked to fall over. "What!?"

Lin walked to Fenrir, grabbing his hand and started dragging him along. "Don't mind the exhaust. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

"Don't mind it!?"

Fenrir looked back, about to voice his concerns.

"Oh don't worry about him." Lin said a tad too calmly. "He's a big boy. He can clean his messes."

"Yup," Elma said, her smile rather scary as she pushed him forward. "A real man takes responsibility for his actions."

Fenrir wanted to say something about it not being Doug's fault but the girl's grins made him calm up. He heard poor Doug echo in the back ground as he is pulled along by Lin and Elma.

"Why am I cleaning up your mess in the first place!? Lin? LIN!"

'Sorry Doug.' Fenrir sent out a quite prayer.

"No bad huh? You can see eeeverything form up here."

Lin said form inside heilacraft, sitting next to Elma. Fenrir was across form them peering out into the city. The craft is small but not tight. It gave everyone enough room to move and breath.

Elma smiled at Lin, "Beats walking that's for sure."

"'The best way to see NLA'" Lin quoted with a grin. Her cool midnight pearls shined in the sun as they she looked down to the city. "I never get tired of this view…it's like a different city, every time."

Elma agreed with her, "It's certainly come a long way in the last few weeks…but there's still so much to be done…."

They still need to connect all the roads, and expand each district as more people are found. Then there still defense to put up, finding out which foods are edible on this planet. And that stuff is just the basics.

Lin shook her head in agreement with her, but smiled none the less. It seemed nothing could break her bouncy mood.

"One day at a time."

"Speaking of which," Elma said. "We don't really have that much time for a full pleasure cruise here. Why don't give us the express tour Lin-just the highlights."

"You got it." Lin coughed as she stood. Pretending to be holding a mike as she out stretching her arm like an announcer introducing a play and joyfully spoke to Fenrir like a cheesy tour guide. "New LA is divided into four districts. We departed from the industrial district-where Doug and I were conducting the test flight. It has food production, Skell development…you know, industries and…stuff… aaand he's not even listening."

Fenrir eyes are glued to the passing world outside the window. Looking deep in thought.

"His not much of listener too huh?" Lin deadpanned as she sat back down, disappointed.

"Don't let it get to you too much." Elma counseled her.

"Yeah I know I know." Lin waved it off with a sigh. "You picked up a real odd ball Elma."

"Odd ball isn't exactly the word I would use, but it is accurate description."

"At least he didn't freak out like other people do when they found out how old I am." Lin giggled a little. "Do you remember Gwin's look? His eyes looked like they were about pop out his head!"

"While it is not every day that people met someone so young and is highly skilled in this field." Elma had to admit herself she was a little shocked too when she first met Lin, but that shock turned quickly into acknowledgement and respect for her. And it's same for nearly everyone in NLA.

"W-Well I wouldn't say that…." Lin blushed at the complement. "I just hope he's not like James and keeps quizzing me on Skells to see if I 'hiding anything'." She groaned, remembering why she tries to avoid the south side of the industrial district.

Elma eyes gave a look of understanding, "People like that will come around. We all have to work together to make this work. No matter our age, rank, color or beliefs."

"Age is only meant as tool to measure how long we have to live." Fenrir suddenly spoke. All eyes turning to him, yet his were still out the window. "It does not define our thoughts, maturity, skill or even our wisdom. What makes us who we are, are the experiences in life that we go through. A seven year old boy with a gun can just as easily kill man and as a man another man can."

He looked at Lin, not with sympathy, but with experience. As if he has seen what he was saying.

"When I looked at you I saw an equal-a woman doing her job just like anyone else."

The air in the room became extremely heavy when Fenrir was done. He turned a little red and averted his green eyes elsewhere. "Um and you could continue your tour. It was…nice."

"Like I could after that!" Lin shouted out. Her face a glorious shade of red. "Geez you don't just say stuff like that out of the blue! Saying you see me a-as a w-woman…" She started stammering. "I mean I am happy and all but-you just- what do you even mean by- arugh!"

She finally gave up with Elma laughing at her reaction, "You've must have been quite the smooth talker huh?"

That got him to turn red, and turn his gaze back out to the city as the pasted the residential district. Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut until he gets this talking thing down.

The landed in in front of the tall tower in the administrative district. The heilaplane touching down softly.

"Here's the administrative district." Elma announced as she walked off the plane with Lin beside her-her face still red- and Fenrir behind them. "This is BLADE tower where most of the government businesses is done."

Fenrir looked up at the tower. Up close it isn't as oppressive. The red BLADE logo looked very proud as it hung over the entrance. Like the industrial area, many people are move around. Running, jogging and walking form place to place. Some with paper work, others with guns. And speaking off Fenrir noticed the security around here is a lot tighter then it was back at the gates. Instead just one skell guarding it's now two with their assault rifles armed and ready like the two soldiers in front of the doors.

"We'll save the rest of orientation for once we're back at the barracks." Elma said. "Then I should file my report."

Putting her hand on her hip, Elma smirked a little. "They'll be eager to hear the details on how I found, I'm sure."

"Well then," Lin coughed, getting rid of her blush. "Let's not keep them waiting shall we?"

She pointed to the left side of the tower, "The barracks are pretty close actually-just around that corner."

"We'll passing through armor alley, but let's not get side track oaky?" Elma advised. "We can drop by there later."

Armor alley wasn't really and alley as it was a small strip with military types looking over weapons and battering for wears. Fenrir saw something he recognized -longswords, pistols, sniper rifles, a few spears-but one weapon was floating over a woman's head. Hovering and targeting anything that moved.

"Yeah those are psycho launchers. Pretty cool aren't they?" Lin said and he agreed with her.

"But those things are peas shooters can't compare to my baby." She boasted making Fenrir tilt his head.

"Lin uses a Gatling gun." Elma answered his unspoken question.

Fenrir looked at the young girl with a raised brow, once again noticing the huge contrast in appearances with her.

"What? More bullets more fire power right?" She giggled.

He was mostly worried about how someone so small could even use something so big.

The reach a golden door at the end of the alley. It was latterly in the corner of the whole circle.

"And here we are-the BLADE barracks." Explained Elma. "Consider yourself as a guest until we get you registered."

Elma offered him a smile, "Feel free to come and go as you please."

"What do you mean by 'Registration'?" Fenrir asked.

"I think I can answer that one."

They all turned to the voice that forced their attention. The man poured off an air of prestige around him. And it wasn't form his fancy black suit. No. It's the noble authoritative stance, yet humble to everyone. It's the light brown eyes that glowed red hot with wisdom. The scar on his chin that traveled up to his upper lip did not distract from his grizzled rough features.

Those wise eyes looked into Fenrir's green ones. "So…you must be the latest rescue."

Fenrir didn't say anything. Far from intimidated by this man, he seemed to respect him. While he doesn't know where his dislike for the military is, a man like this, weather Fenrir likes it or not, deserved respect. But he did not let the fire in his own eye simmer in the slightest. If anything, that flame grew.

"Secretary Nagi!" Lin swiftly greeted him as she noticed the stare Fenrir was giving him.

"Ms. Koo." Greeted the secretary. "Chipper as always, I see."

Lin smiled, "What can I say? Pep is my middle name."

"I ran into Doug Barrett on the way here, and he didn't seem quite so upbeat." There was this glow in this 'secretary's' eyes. "Anything about today flight test I should know about?"

"N-No..? Nothing to worry about." Says the girl with shifty eyes.

"Good. Be sure it's stays that way." He then turned to Elma. "More importantly, Elma- you found another one. Excellent work out there."

Elma shook off the praise. "Just doing my job Mr. Secretary."

He turned back to Fenrir, "Now, as for officially registering our new citizen here…"

"Why don't we talk inside?" Elma suggested "There's a lot of ground to cover-it could take some time."

"That and I think our friend here could use a shower and change of clothes." Lin added.

"Ah yes. Of course." Nagi bowed his head a little in apology. "Forgive me-you must be weary form the stasis and your journey back to us."

"Hm." Fenrir grunted. He was a little tired, and nearly covered in monster blood.

"Please-after you." Nagi offered.

"I'll put on some tea." Lin said as they all walked inside.

Hopefully the first three chapters are the only one's I'll retell. Although I have a feeling that's a big fact NO.

Anyway thanks for reading!