(Hello peeps. Velocita here with yet another story. Of course with the help of my good friend Gordon. For those who know my Dimension jumpers story, the second book is out. Also another one of my books that I've been working on is also out. Anyways enjoy the story how I usually do it, with OC's.)
- Prologue -
IS development has soared in the last few years. Governments are now working on generation five prototypes but the very genius who created them, Tabane Shinonono, is always ahead of them without anyone being able to outsmart and catch her. But will the developments of these new IS's bring peace and sports? Or will they be used for pain and war? Of course the terrorist group phantom task who uses IS's for terrorism is still at large.
A normal day was as normal as it can get in the ministry of defense. Not that it was normal at all. No, It was nothing compared to normal. People were scrambling hectically and the commander was barking out orders, "Shut those IS's down!"
"Sir! Our unmanned IS's aren't taking the orders!" An operator shouted.
"Then use the self destruct safety measure!"
"I can't!"
"What do you mean you can't?!"
"They aren't taking our commands! THey're completely out of control!"
"Then find out what caused it and figure out where they are heading! Send the manned IS's to intercept!" The commander continued to bark while operators frantically worked their jobs. The commander watched the multitude of screens and views from the onboard camera's that they managed to get into on the hacked IS's.
Instead of it's normal blue hue the room then flashed to red. "What just happened?!" The commander shouted in anger.
"We were just locked out of our controls! We can't contact backup or call national emergency!" Another operator called in fright.
"What are our IS's targets!?" The commander asked.
A worker then frantically manned his station before gasping. "What is it operator? Answer me!"
"Sir... They're targeting the ice caps."
"The ice caps?" He wondered before it dawned on him and he looked down in grimace. "Order a national emergency and call for backup."
"Sir I told you we have no control over our systems and we can't do anything." The operator sighed.
"Then we can only hope for a miracle." The commander shook his head before looking back up at the screens in hope. They watched in despair as the ice caps came into view. One of the unmanned IS camera's then cut out.
"The heck? None of our forces are even close!" The commander exclaimed confused.
Soon more camera's cut out while the others showed explosions. Soon only one camera was left and the IS started to back away from the ice caps and it's attackers.
"What is that thing? What nationality?" The commander asked.
"Unknown. It's an IS but there's no nationality and the core isn't listed." One of the operators said in awe at what was on the last camera. The IS's pilot was helmeted and the pilot's body was completely coveref in armor but they could tell it had a pilot and that it was an IS. The IS itself was painted in a pitch black color which was pretty easy to see in the daytime. It also covered it's pilot completely and seemed bulky, but sleek, streamline, and aerodynamic. The operators quickly took pictures of this unknown IS before it shot down the last unmanned IS and the camera's completely cut out.
- A Few days later -
The Ministry of defense commander then walked onto the stage after a speech. He then quieted down the talkative reporters, "Ladies and gentlemen. I the commander of the Ministry of Defense would like to report and ask something. A few days ago all of our unmanned IS's were hacked and deployed. Their target was the ice caps but if it weren't for thos one unknown IS then major cities and most of the world would likely be drowning." He then showed a picture of the IS that saved them.
Reporters gasped in awe and some attempted to ask questions before the commander continued, "We would like to find who the pilot of this IS is and if it is unmanned then I wish to know who made this IS which we shall name the Black Hero. The reward for finding this IS will be ten millions dollars. If anyone has any information then please report it. That will be all." The commander then walked off stage, being swarmed by reporters. With the reward number, everyone hoped that it would draw the Black Hero out but nothing came.
- Two years later -
'How did I get here? Why am I even here? These are the questions I ask every once in a while.'
'More like every single day. But I decide not to question it.' A teen sighed as he looked at the towering buildings ahead of him. His phone buzzed and he then took it out of his pocket to answer it, "Yes?"
"Ah, Simeron. Have you arrived safely?"
"Yes I have."
"With the package I presume?"
"Despite weight inconveniences. Yes." Simeron sighed as he observed his surroundings.
"Good, good. Well I have more work to do. I trust you can navigate and know what to do by yourself?" The other end asked.
Simeron shook his head in annoyance, "I do hope so."
"Don't worry. Just go hide in the bushes and chirp and make some friends." He replied.
"I told you not to joke about that!" Simeron growled. The other end only laughed. The laughter then died down, "Alright. I have more business to do. Good luck Simeron."
The call then cut off and the teen pocketed his phone. He then looked at the reasonably sized crate next to him. 'I can't leave it here either. Oh well.' Simeron thought as he then continued to push the crate to the side and then sit atop it.
"Someone will report me i'm sure. Or the camera's will pick me up." He mused while watching the sky. While watching the great blue sky he heard footsteps and he then turned into the direction they came from.
It looked to be one of the students at the academy. Simeron checked the two crates he was sitting on before she responded, "Alright who are you? You aren't here to spy on us or do anything you're not supposed to are you?"
Simeron sighed at how dense this person was, "Is that really the first assumption you come up with?! If I were trying to spy I wouldn't be out in the open like this!" He then jumped off of his crate and checked the contents before sitting back on top of them.
The student then summoned a weapon and pointed it at him, "Alright then. What's inside the crate?"
"Huh?" Simeron was confused on this action.
"What's in the crate?" The student continued to pry.
"Nothing you need to know about. And it sure of heck ain't for you!" Simeron remarked.
"Then I will have to use force." The girl growled as she continued to point her weapon.
"Hey now! It's not a bomb or anything like that. Trust me!"
"Like hell i'd do that!"
"Alright! Alright! Jeez. Just please don't attack me or my cargo." Simeron put his hands in front of him.
The student only scoffed. Simeron continued to be stared down before he sighed in defeat, "It's something i'm supposed to deliver. It's not like I have a choice of being here or not."
"You're staying here?" She growled in disgust.
"Yep. That is completely correct."
She scoffed again, "Males can't pilot IS's."
"Ah, ah, ah." Simeron then waved his finger, "There was a third gen pilot I believe that was male. Although that was a while ago saying we are on gen five prototypes now. Even if I can't pilot a IS doesn't mean I can't fight them."
The student growled at her mistake and how he outsmarted her, "Trying to fight an IS is like a bazooka in a spork fight."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows." Simeron chuckled.
"Well you'll never defeat me! After all I have connections to people who give me the best gear and i'm the daughter of the top tier IS developer MCI. Mech Central Inc. Lemino Acrux, daughter of Coshai Acrux. But of course you wouldn't know that." Lemino said proudly and stern.
Simeron nodded, "Coshai Acrux. Of course I know him. Has two daughters and three sons. Never really got the names though."
"How did you?!" Lemino then exclaimed, ready to attack. A chime then echoed across the outdoors.
Simeron chuckled, "Well time for you to hit the deck and start working. As for me I shall go find where I'm supposed to be." The student growled before desummoning her IS and running towards the main building. Simeron chuckled again before checking the contents of the crates again, making sure they were safe.
- Class-05 -
Lemino sat down in her seat right before the teacher came in. The teacher then took attendance of everyone and made sure they were here. The teacher then addressed the class, "Alright student. We will be having a new instructor teaching you on using IS's. So please treat him well. Any questions?"
One of the students in the back of the class then raised her hand, "Um, teach. You said him. Don't you mean her?"
"I assure you its a guy." The teacher said. Lemino wasn't anything but suspicious. The teacher then turned and started the class after no more questions were present. Lemino didn't really do much saying her grades were so good but took notes where it was needed. Instead of that she fiddled with the desk electronics and found other things that interested her. Soon the bell chimed once more and everyone filed out of the room
'Off to change for the next class.' She sighed as she then went to the locker room to change into her IS suit. She then put on the white camouflage colored suit and filed outside with the others to start the class. The students then filed into rows in straight lines to confront the teacher. "Alright girls, Today we will have a new instructor who will be teaching you more on how to control your IS. Please welcome him." The teacher introduced as a person then walked up.
Exclamations then arose as the instructor walked up. Lemino wasn't quite sure how to react as he then spoke, "Alright quiet down. My name is Simeron Kanzo and I shall be your instructor from now on. Any objections?"
No one spoke before Lemino stepped up, "You're a male. You can't even pilot an IS so what makes you think you are eligible to train us?"
"You doubt me?" Simeron asked
"Why wouldn't I? You can't pilot an IS so what use would you even be?"
"Just because I have no IS doesn't mean I can't train pipsqueaks like you." Simeron explained, somewhat insulting her. "If you aren't happy then what are you going to do?"
Lemino glared and got back in line. Simeron then chuckled, "I do have a solution though. How bout a bet?"
"I don't see how gambling would help." She glared.
"Well if you don't want me here then here's a deal. We're to duel. You win, I go. I win, then you'll just have to put up with me. After all I have no protection so it should be easy right?"
"I'm not stupid." She said bluntly, "Considering your build you have a class three IS correct? You'll be decimated."
Simeron shrugged, "Well if you change your mind then feel free." He then turned as he started the class.
