Okay, so this story will go all over the place when you get to the final chapter. It'll definitely tie into the War Zone arc and the final chapter as seen in 2039. I know, I know, there was confusion on who the hell the new girls were. And that was the intended question I was to raise, to make you wonder what they were doing. And, as such, you shall come to know what their significance is and what really happened while Linka and Lupa were fighting Nnyl.

And now that you've gotten much, are you prepared to see it again from their angle?

I'll now commence the fic.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present the complete story of Year Unknown. I do hope you enjoy. More to come in the end.

Liena was a girl approximately 5'3, looking more younger than she was in reality. Her current age was sixteen, but she looked to be thirteen, and this was due to her height. She sported the casual attire made up of an orange tank-top, when it wasn't a shirt, and some blue jean shorts. This was the signature Lincoln Loud color scheme, but the rest was of her custom choosing. The rest meaning a green beanie that she enjoyed wearing in all and any type of weather. Apart from the stolen color scheme, Liena also had the white hair to go along with the Lincoln Loud fashion.

And then there were the shoes; a pair of plain white sneakers that looked like regular sneakers, but helmed a secret to them. You see, these shoes were not only shoes, but they formed together to bridge two halves of a hoverboard that was created from a crossbreeding of two different sciences. And she didn't actually pay attention when they were explaining how it was able to work.

So maybe the science mumbo jumbo was not her strong suit, but she did know enough soldier talk to know who was saying what when she was around The Domicile.

Ah, yes The Domicile, a brand new type of government sponsored agency network that had access to the property and databases of a previous and defunct agency. That's how Liena came to be, but what made her different from the long-since-dead Linka Loud was that she possessed no memories of the past life of the deceased Lincoln. No fires to haunt her, no psychological damage that urged her to use brutal force, or infighting among her allies. She wasn't exactly a bad clone, but nonetheless, Liena found herself wondering only one real, deep thing;

What and where her place was in this world where only those within The Domicile's walls knew of her existence.

She was made to be the ultimate soldier, and had the right qualities that came with her creation; there was the super strength, a sense of morality, and her level of maturity. She was normal, when these factors weren't looked closely at, but still... She was missing something alright.

No caretakers, no parents, not even someone to call a friend. Maybe that was it. And the labcoats and combat instructors did not qualify to even be platonc connections. It was all professionalism, except when she slept. Professionalism, and no downtime to see the world. She was illegal out those doors of the five story building in the middle of nowhere, miles from the nearest town. At least until they said otherwise, and they had said her destiny was to help the United States with their conflicts. At least, that's what she interpreted from them when they used fancy words and such.

She sat alone for the hundredth time, hoping for a change. She would be lying if she said she wasn't bored. The science fools would never upgrade her cozy little room, which was at the end of the second floor, to have a gaming system or something that would kill off the infinite boredom. Maybe at least cable, with a few channels. Anything. Anything at all...

She didn't want to be there anymore.

And the time came one day after she decided she no longer wanted to stay put. This came in the form of a mission. All that training, all that handling of weapons, it was never for something. And now she was happy to discover they had a sub-level hangar where their transport vehicles were stored, most of them being air support.

Liena desired to take pictures, mainly selfies, with her and the team, but, as usual, she was denied. Protocol called for it to never have anything get leaked out of here, no matter the circumstances. "Pawwww..." Liena was disappointed again, but she did look forward to her first ever assignment given to her by her Domicile handlers. She didn't use her phone for much apart from browsing the web and playing some games. But even with that, she still wasn't satisfied. "Okay..."

Her assignment tonight was to investigate a place where a mysterious person was laying low in. This particular person happened to be a person of interest, in league with an evil organization The Domicile had come to know as Scythe, a faction of rogue ex-operatives from the shut-down Agency. From the debriefing, Liena's target was believed to be a creation similar to herself, hence why this mission was exactly for her. Years of training would pay off soon enough... Hopefully.

She boarded a custom-built stealth APC, made in full Domicile style. A silent engine to drive in and out of enemy territory undetected, invisible shield to properly conceal itself in any environment, explosive machine gun turrets, front and back, bulletproof tires, and both doors were removable to act as riot shields. This, plus more, and Liena didn't care at all. She made herself comfortable among two of the elite agents from The Domicile's ranks, sitting across from them, on the right side of the Domicile vehicle. The driver, a fourth person, started up the war vehicle, which rumbled lowly once the ignition started.

The agents were zombies in tactical armor and silly helmets. No trying to be social with these guys, who were built to receive and carry out orders. It would be a dull road trip for Liena. She blew her lips. "Pffft... Hey, driver, how long will this be?"

The APC rolled its way out of the underground hangar, passing by all the other vehicles, going to the end of the hangar, where the steel wall opened up to reveal a secret pathway that led upwards to a sudden opening on ground level. Liena took notice when she looked to the front side of the huge vehicle, due to there not being windows on the sides or the back.

"Two hours or so! We're driving on irregular routes to avoid detection by any party! So no roads or passing through any populated areas of the sort! I'm sure they've told you where exactly the location is, right?"

"Uhh, yeah, I got all that," Liena replied while gathering her recollection. "Go in and capture her, yeah."

Liena tangled her hands over her lap, sinking back into her seat. Not much to really do, but use her phone. She took it out and opened up to a Pac-Man game she installed, and started away with slight discontent. Hopefully, her target would not be as strong as her, nor a bloodthirsty maniac who could best her, who could kill her. Ah, geez. Now she was thinking about it. She gulped, developing bad butterflies inside. Her first real mission... Maybe her last. "Oh, my God..."

Hours Later

The APC stopped in an empty field, somewhere in the dead of night. That's where Liena, and the two elites ready for bear, emerged out, heading to an old abandoned factory directly in front. "Is this it? This is, right?"

The escorts were there only to supply back-up in case things went south. They placed themselves at either side of the back entry, sticking against the brick walls. Liena only grew more concerned and nervous at this. "We will stand guard," they both said.

"Aw, man... I sooo don't want to die..." Liena pulled her beanie closer down and moved into the factory, but then came back out. "It's dark in here! You guys got a flashlight?"

In a matter of minutes, Liena was searching through the whole main floor of the factory, only coming across leftover machinery, a nasty coating of dust on the floors, and a lot of newspapers scattered about. Nothing out of the ordinary here. "Uch! Why would someone be hiding here? Why not a warehouse, or a safe house?"

She shouldn't have complained out loud, for all she did was attract the person she'd been sent to capture. The figure appeared outside the staircase, and then rushed inside the second Liena had caught a faint glimpse of them. "Hey! Hey, you!"

Liena gave chase, but didn't fairly assess the situation, or give enough time to consider that she was running into a trap. She wasn't exactly a tactical planner to begin with, but she was getting there.

Liena pursued the target all the way to the top floor, but upon arriving at the floor, her person of interest had abruptly vanished without a trace. It spooked her. "Um... Hello? I'm not here to... To, like, k-kill you or anything-" A roundhouse kick had taken her by complete surprise, striking at her back to knock her down. The flashlight in her hand did a few rolls away from her. "Yowza!"

Liena was the rookie for not checking her corners. A tad shame, too. Luckily, this was no test.

The figure, a girl slightly taller than her, grabbed the flashlight and aimed it at her. "Who are you? You with Scythe? I told you I don't want anything to do with you cynical faggots!"

"What? No- Urgh!" Liena rubbed her back while moving back up on her feet. "Please shine the light elsewhere! I'm not with Scythe, by the way."

The girl, who sported a dark green sweater with black pants and black shoes, lowered her fists she readied for a pummeling. Then, she removed her hood that concealed her whole face, and focused the flashlight on herself. Just like Liena's abnormally white hair color, this teenage girl had mustard-green hair that made her different. Or maybe she was some sort of punk rocker. For one thing, the girl's hair wasn't as long as Liena's, was only long enough to reach her cheeks, and not at all her shoulders. Liena didn't know she was staring at it longingly until the mean girl growled at her. "Stop looking at my hair! I know it's hideous-"

"Um, you do know I have white hair, don't ya?" Liena sighed and removed her beanie so that the could see for herself.

"What? No, I saw... That's not a wig?" She asked with a scoff, and then went ahead to touch Liena's hair and pull at it. "Why would you dye your hair white, you retard?"

Liena brushed the rude girl's hands away from her hair. "Hey, c-cut it out! This is naturally my hair, actually!"

"Whoa, you're kidding me!" The girl took a close look to Liena's facial expression. "No, you're not kidding... Damn, white hair. Makes me look normal out of both of us."

"Hey... Oh," Liena pouted her lips and crossed her arms. "You're not very nice."

"Welcome to five minutes ago," the girl continued. "You gotta be with Scythe. No one else could know I'm here, and I just got here a few days ago. So yeah, I'm being a jackass because I know you're lying in some way." Then, she shifted the flashlight back to her face, making for a creepy and dark image. "Start talking or I will cause you worse harm."

"Uhhh..." Liena forced a light laugh, but was scared visibly by this serious girl she couldn't joke with. "So... I'm Liena, and I'm n-not with Scythe. I totally swear on my heart, okay?"

"Liena, huh?" The tough cookie of a girl saddled the flashlight in her arms, mindlessly toying with it. "I have no name, actually..." She turned off the thing and dropped it at Liena's feet. "I don't know who I am, really."

"So... Like, are you not with them?" Liena carefully asked, ready to feel more of the girl's wrath.

"Don't be so stupid! I would never side with those selfish fuckers! All they want is for me to help them infiltrate this thing... I don't know what it was called! Ahh, stupid!" She turned around and licked the wall. "The domestic... Something along those lines."

"The Domicile?" Liena realized.

"Boom!" The girl snapped a finger back at Liena. "Hang on, how do you know about-?"

Liena streched her arms out and raised her eyebrows. "This isn't rocket science."

The girl had figured it out, nodding vigoriously. "Well, whaddya know? Someone from the rival team has come to pay me a little visit! So... You are here to kill me! I fucking knew it!"

Liena raised her hands up and took several steps back as the hostile approached her. "Wait, wait, wait! I never said why I was here! P-please hear me out...!"

The girl showed no mercy and pulled little Liena into a chokehold. "I'm listening!"

Liena struggled to talk, and had no idea what to really do against this girl, a taller and stronger variety type of foe that she was trained to take down. So why in the absolute fuck was she hesitating all of a sudden? Was this due to her knowing this was the real thing, and not at all training? Or was it that she saw no actual threat within the girl? From her point of view, the target had seemingly run away from Scythe, meaning she could be reverted to The Domicile's side. Liena was all for talking to her handlers about taking in a new recruit rather than the likely imprisonment or chain of interrogations and endless torture that was fated for her when she came back with Liena. And Liena didn't want that for this chick, even if she was the right type of bad-ass best suited for these things.

Liena tapped repeatedly against the other girl's elbows. And then, there was a crazy amount of laughter that rolled out of her tongue, right before she let go of the frightened Liena. "Oh, God! Look at you! You are really spooked!"

Liena was trembling. Training didn't prepare her to be scared. "H-hey... You were j-just pulling my chain?" She didn't like her one bit. "You meanie!"

"I know I am, but what are you?" The chick was amusingly entertained. She then went to the side of the floor and looked down through the windows. "I know you're not with Scythe, saw that huge-ass battle whip coming from a mile away, even without the headlights giving it away."

"Uhh..."

"And then I saw you and those two guards you got with you." She turned back to Liena and pretend-cried, rubbing her hands on her face as if tears were coming out. "Widdle baby still need babysitters?"

"H-hey, I'm not as young as you think!" Liena turned red and narrowed her eyes. "I'm-!"

"Ten? Eleven?"

"Sixteen! I'm sixteen!" Then, she looked down and rubbed her arm. "At least... That's what they tell me..."

"What they tell you? What does that mean-? Do you not know your age, ice hair?" Mustard-green hair leaned against the corner nearest her, sitting down comfortably. "Hmmm... Or... How does it work? You a kid with no past they took off the street and improperly trained, or something more?"

Liena sensed that this girl was somewhat interested in her background. Maybe if she could gain her trust to ease the obvious tension between them, the target could come with her willingly. She'd get into trouble if it turned out this was all a ruse or something, consisting what she'd tell the other girl about herself.

She cleared her throat, putting all the chips on the table. "I'm... I'm a clone, you see, and-"

It caught mustard-green by surprise, leading her to ask follow-up questions. "Wait, what-? You, a clone? You're shitting me, right?" Then, she laughed at it, disregarding it. "Yeah, no, I don't buy that."

Liena picked up the flashlight again, advancing closer to the girl. "Lincoln Loud," she said, standing right next to her. "You know who that is?"

There was a pause from the girl. "Shit, yeah... He's that one guy from that family of freaks from many decades ago. What of..." She took a closer look at Liena's hair. "Shit. Shit, oh-! Oh, my God, you're- You're a clone of Lincoln Loud?"

"Helloooooo? That's what I'm saying!" Liena let herself plop down besides the only other companion around. "It sounds just as weird in my head, ugh..."

"I'll bet. So... Does that make you the younger sister of Linka Loud, too?"

"Huh? Linka? Who's that?" Liena was lost, wondering who this Linka person was. There had indeed been too much that she wasn't aware of, and The Domicile handlers have never, and wouldn't share the confidential files of who these people were exactly. Nothing to find out except some footage and online news articles that centered around some of them. She didn't know them all as of yet, but knew that some of them were more infamous than famous in the eyes of the public. "I have, like, no access to anything in the department."

"Oh, well... Scythe doesn't hide anything from each other. I've been given a rundown of all past events involving them, which was pointless at first because I had no idea who they were until they told me. And the reason for that is..." She exhaled sharply, leaning her head back. "I'm... A clone of Luna, another member from that Loud family, and someone else named Sam Sharp. The only thing is that they were both freaks granted special powers in Vial Corp labs, which I don't have at all. Fucling gay of Scythe to breed me as a normal fucking human."

"I don't know who those people are... Sorry." Liena twirled with her hair. "S-so, you're just like me? You're... Like-like me?"

"Damn, I guess so."

Then, her idea to bring mustard-green back to The Domicile as an ally had a sudden advantage; Liena could learn all about what she knew from her. As long as there was that possibility that this girl, a creation of Scythe, would spill all the juicy information on them, then she'd likely have a place inn The Domicile. It definitely clicked in Liena's mind, which brought about a wide smile. Liena would finally have some real answers, not in the form of tiny words, but from a straight source with solid Intel.

"So... You've got a place to stay? If this is your idea of fancy living-"

"Ha, this place? This is more like a hideout, but I'm not sure if Scythe knows I'm here, or they would've come for me already. It's been three days since I ran away from them. No way I'm going to be someones fucking pawn! I make my own destiny, so I choose what I do, and whoever says otherwise gets a knuckle sandwich!"

"So... That's a no, right?" Liena put the light in front of them, spinning it around. "I've come here to collect you. The Domicile had you in their radar for sometime, but they don't know enough of what your connection is to Scythe. I'm supposed to bring you back so they can leech the facts outta you."

"So, you came here to take me back, huh? Does that mean you'd fight me, or run away while I tried to fight you?" The girl stood up firmly, looking down at Liena with a fierce look on her face. "Do You think you can best me in a quick match?"

Liena just stuttered from below, feeling nervous again. "Eheheh... Please don't hurt me..."

All that training, all that time learning how to neutralize opponents, she threw it out the window. Liena wasn't exactly weak, but she was just not built for this type of lifestyle. She was a mere girl who possessed some degree of Lincoln Loud's superhuman abilities, only less than his or Linka's. And she wasn't too much like him, but The Domicile believed Liena to be superior than Linka, and that was enough.

Now, here she was, ultimately proving everyone in that agency wrong.

Liena was soft, vulnerable, and had yet to reach full maturity. Shw couldn't fight for her life, not yet at least. She needed to get the proper push.

"It would be too easy if I harmed you. I think I'd feel bad if I did something, but I'm not sure until I do it. Do you want me to?"

Liena crawled away rapidly. "Hey, now..."

The ruthless girl broke into a hearty laugh, taking her hands to her significantly bigger chest. "You are too easy, oh fuck!"

"It's not funny anymore," Liena whimpered after stopping. "P-please, let me just take you with me."

"You sound like you're desperate inclined to see that I come with you," mustard-green analyzed. "I'm guessing you're going to be in serious shit if you fail or something? Oh, and... Would you also get in trouble for telling me what you really are? I didn't know about you, and neither does Scythe, you know."

Liena twirled her front hair again. That was true, who knows what they'd do? "Crap..."

"Hey, you're a nice little piece of ass," mustard-green said with a flirtatious tone. "Nice and kind, but a little slow, so... Sure, I'll come along quietly. There better be some good fucking food at the domestic or whatever it's called."

Liena watched as her target, of her own accord, began venturing back down into the stairwell, so she followed close behind. It was either luck, fate, or both that placed Liena on a safer path where pain, misery or death lingered on as obstacles. She was relieved to have no real trouble with this girl. This girl, who was also a clone, and not composed of one person's cells, but rather two. Liena had indeed some questions, but these questions were for the girl to answer to the guys back at tje agency, if they had the same ones. She was sure they would have them, or bust.

There was more to her that Liena didn't notice right away; she was totally brazen, and didn't hold back on speaking her mind. She wanted out with Scythe, and Liena didn't consider this to be an act. She felt this was authentic, but could not fully comprehend on why she believed the girl's word. Liena wasn't harmed or killed here, so maybe the AWOL clone was serious. Either way, Liena did get what she wanted.

And what she wanted was to know more about Lincoln Loud, and now this other person whom she had come to know as Linka Loud. There was that motherload of history about herself that she didn't know, and all the clues about who she was started with them. Now was the beginning of young Liena Loud's journey.