Author's Note: So, since people thought my first story was a bit short, I decided to write some more. A lot more.

This is going to be a series of one-shots about the characters that bounce around in my mind.

So without further ado, the first in the series of It's What We Do.

Enjoy!


It's What We Do

Aisint often wondered if Cygnus really did care about the Maple World.

Perhaps if she had taken a little more care, Edelstein wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Maybe it wouldn't have made any difference, but the agonising thing was that it might have done.

He always told Kaylee that there was no use dwelling on 'what could have been', and much more use thinking about 'what can be', but that one thought stuck in his mind.

"She could have saved us."

No matter how many monsters he killed, no matter how much he did for the Resistance, the thought echoed through his brain.

"She should have saved us."

It was a stupid thought, he knew, and certainly not the type of thought that should be bouncing around in his head during a vital mission. That sort of thing led to capture and inevitable torture, or worse, becoming Dr. Gelimer's latest test subject.

"Think about it later, the time to act is now."

This mission was very important for two reasons. First, it would give the Resistance much-needed information about the Black Wings' plans. Second, completing this mission would permit Aisint to learn more about the way of the Battle Mage, something he had been anxious about for the past 2 months.

Sneaking a glimpse over the wall surrounding the airport, he caught sight of his target, and gasped. There was no mistaking that face.

Schiller.

The man had nearly left him broken outside the Verne Mines, and if not for J's timely intervention, he and Vita would definitely have been torn to pieces from Gelimer's experimenting.

But this time...this time, Aisint was stronger. He was faster. He knew three different ways of breaking a man's arm. He was not going to lose this time. He grinned, pulling his staff out into his hands.

Revenge was going to be sweet. Even sweeter than cake.