Chapter 1: Welcome to Area 11, first part.
Once Mystic passed through the singularity he found himself at 1000 kilometers from the ground in free fall.
"If I had a penny for each time, that a strange entity with the appearance of a beautiful woman comes in front of me is send me to another dimension, I would have five cents." Honestly it is not much, but it is surprising that it happened well five times, "Mystic murmured, in a calm, composed tone, crossing his arms as he rushed toward the ground.
"At least falling from the sky, still provokes a good feeling, makes me feel alive," said Servant-Vampire, opening his arms, taking the shape of an X or a five-pointed star, if we calculate the head.
"Metatron, you can calculate where we are going to fall, in the meantime I want you to do a brief research on the history and political situation of this world" asked Mystic, speaking with his IA Metatron, who lives inside Mystic's head.
In a second on the HUD of Mystic a window appeared, showing a young woman.
This woman is one of a kind.
The upper part of Metatron's body is that of an attractive young woman with large breasts and short, golden hair.
It has two monochromatic red eyes without pupil.
On his forehead is the symbol of the Sinestro Corps (body of the Yellow Lanterns).
Its most obvious physical feature is the lower half of its body, which is that of a giant spider adorned with a large coat of arms on its back.
The emblem is the trademark of Mystic. A red three-legged vulture, with its side claws there are a pair of sabers. In the last paw there is a small magic circle with a gear at the top, which symbolizes the union between science and magic, ie Techno-Magic.
He has a white carapace that covers his arms with his shoulders lowered, and a sheath-like plating on his hands that ends at sharp points. Even his fingers are very long.
Her dress that covers her human half is a yellow military uniform, with distinctive decorations that make it look like a head there is a military cap with the Mystic logo
She is Metatron, an AI of alien origin, which helps Mystic in hundreds of different ways.
"Eloah, (Eloah means" Lord "in Hebrew) I was able to connect to the Internet, I am already downloading the history, science, culture and current situation of this world.
I highly recommend that you keep a low profile and prepare to fight, "said Metatron, showing a map of the globe on the Mystic HUD.
"Eloah, we are going to fall in the Northeast of Asia, in the country known as Japan or Area 11.
Precisely estimate to land in ten minutes to thirty-eight seconds in Tokyo, in the Shinjuku district. "He said Metatron, showing his calculations and precise coordinates of the imminent landing of Mystic.
"Metatron, you have ten minutes to download the information in my brain, I have a feeling that once we hit the ground we would be in a war field," Mystic said with a somber tone, the guy got used to expecting the worst, thanks to his terrible misfortune.
Within minutes, Mystic received a summary on this world.
It was not a big surprise, that the story had a very different turn than the one he was used to thinking about.
Mainly the failure of the American revolution.
The main countries or superpowers that dominate the world are the British Holy Empire, the Chinese Federation and Europia United.
'I wonder why they did not go with the European Union, it's much simpler than Europia United' thought Mystic, before reading about the ways in which the nobles of Britannia extort people, about the British Empire and its dated idea of the social darwinism.
"Mordred, immediately lead a rebellion against this" Holy "Empire, I wonder what kind of King Arthur had this world ... Maybe a kind of Saber Alter.
However, Metatron, add to my personal agenda, destroy Britannia and kill every member of the nobility and the royal family. "Mystic said in a threatening and grim tone.
"Eloah, I do not need to use the armor sensors to understand that you do not like this dystopian version of the British Empire.
Anyway, I highly recommend slowing down or starting to fly, "said Metatron, not forgetting to update Mystic on how much it lacks to hit the ground.
"It would be a euphemism to say I do not like it, Charles zi Britannia and his empire.
Subduing countries by force and depriving them of their names and pride, lowering them to simple numbers.
Perhaps it could work in the short term, but in the long run it will only spread corruption. Then again, every way of doing things will do it, unless an immortal takes the dictatorship. In that case, perhaps a kingdom could last forever. "He said Mystic, giving a quick look at the HUD, which says that there are still several kilometers away from the ground.
"I wonder, what's happening right now in Tokyo," Mystic murmured, savoring the feeling of free fall.
"Announce me when I'm 100 meters from the impact, then I'll stop the fall with gravity manipulation or I'll grow a pair of wings," Mystic murmured, apparently disinterested as he crashes into the ground.
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Meanwhile somewhere in Tokyo.
"General Bartley, have we loaded the subject on the truck, will you personally deliver it to His Majesty?" He asked for a humble, unnamed soldier.
"No," said General Bartley, who is a small, bald, fat man who looks like Garfield or a trunk.
"We have lower and less important people to do it, in fact, bring them here, the faster we can get them delivered, the better." Bartley replied, wanting to finish this top secret task as quickly as possible.
"But sir! What will we say to drivers who are delivering?" He asked one of Bartley's subordinates, who does not like being involved in chores that can lead to the death penalty if they can not do the job perfectly.
Bartley ran a hand over his chin as he reflected on his response. He looked at the now sealed capsule and snapped his fingers.
"We will call it a chemical weapon, poisonous gas." He said Bartley, getting a "big" idea on the spot.
"This would not negatively affect His Majesty's reputation by having the poisonous gas delivered to him?" He again asked for the nameless soldier, proving that some British exist, who have a rational mind.
"Do not be stupid, you will not be seen to receive it!" We are only sending it to the Palazzo del Vicere where a soldier without a name will carry him discreetly inside. Nobody needs to know that His Majesty has been involved in any Send the drivers! "Bartley said, before calling the guards.
The garage door opened and two people wearing big coats and blue berets entered. The one on the right was significantly shorter than his companion, and a veil of crimson red hair could be seen sprouting from under his cap.
The man on the left was taller than Bartley's full head and there were long black hair that came halfway down his back.
"We're here to deliver the ... ah we were not informed about what the package was, sir."
Bartley could have sworn he'd heard a bit of bitter sarcasm about that gentleman, but he'd put his imagination through the stress of running this project.
"It's a specially designed chemical weapon: a new type of poisonous gas, to be more precise, that the viceroy is considering testing one of the slums where the Eleven live."
The woman tightened her fist and started to move forward, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder by her partner.
"She's just eager to move on, we do not get any compensation until we complete our delivery, after all."
Bartley nodded in understanding.
People who did their job solely for money were easier to keep online.
"I will make sure you receive a bonus upon completion."
"Ah, thank you for your ... kindness, sir, but we really have to go."
The two drivers jumped on the truck, while the cargo door was closed around the capsule.
The woman looked at the man behind the wheel and gave a sign of confirmation.
Even the "extra equipment" has been successfully inserted into the interior.
As the garage doors opened, the truck darted away in a hurry, causing Bartley to laugh.
"They really need that money, apparently."
The garage door slammed open by a panting guard.
Bartley was about to scold the man for this, since the common guards were not destined to be in areas that could lead to discover Project R, but were interrupted by the affirmation of man.
"Sir, we found the two truckers dead outside with their missing uniforms."
"What? This means that those two are impostors and have stolen ... take someone in the air and follow them, I will inform His Majesty of this!" He asked Bartley angrily and a little 'fear, imagining what would happen if the public discovered the truth of Project R.
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"Damn! After finally stealing this thing, it's all because Tamaki could not join Naoto's plan and left the bodies right in front of the structure!" The truck driver said, as he changed course once again to try to avoid those damned gunboats.
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On the streets of Tokyo, each screen stopped its usual program to send a special announcement.
"Forgive the delay, it is now time for a speech by His Royal Highness, Prince Clovis, the third prince of the British Empire." She declared a TV presenter.
The image of the flag vanished to be replaced by one of the emperor's sons and the Viceroy of Area 11, Clovis La Britannia. "To my imperial subjects!"
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"And of course the many Eleven who collaborate with us!"
The woman in the stolen British van narrowed her eyes to the racist term forced by her people.
"We are not Elevens, we are Japanese!"
"Do not you see? At this moment my heart breaks in half in a heart full of sadness and a heart full of rage !.
However, as a ruler of Area 11, I will not allow terrorism of any kind!
The battle we fight is right, a just battle to protect everyone's happiness !.
So now to all of you, will you not join me in mourning for the eight who died in the line of duty of justice?
And now a moment of silence. "Prince Clovis said, finishing his tear-gas announcement.
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Once her daily quota of Clovis's dramatic speaker is done, she relaxes, continuing her party from where she left her.
"You were wonderful, Your Highness! You could never imagine that you were having fun at a party!" A beautiful praised woman.
"The viceroy is the face of Area 11." Clovis replied. As two men approached his hips and began to remove the cloak he was wearing for official purposes.
"You must be able to change roles quickly." Clovis said in a full tone of himself.
"My, so much safety in yourself!" Another woman said flirtatiously.
Clovis glanced at the left wall where several prominent journalists were posted.
"Oh no, no, we are pleased to be of some help in your kingdom, Prince Clovis!" The head journalist denied.
Leaning against the wall near the exit, there was a tall man with long blond hair gathered in a ponytail, except for the part that hung on the left side of his face.
"A feint of a kingdom." He murmured. Just at that moment a rather fat soldier came running from the door, heading towards the viceroy with a sense of urgency.
"A soldier?" He murmured.
"How arrogant of you," Clovis scolded the general who ran to meet him in the middle of the party. Did not this man understand that events like this were essential for getting supporters?
"I beg your pardon, height, but ..."
"Another special? I hope the topic will be better." The blond said he started going out until he heard the viceroy scold the soldier, and even angrily.
Perhaps this could be something quite interesting, after all.
"The police have been informed that it is only medical equipment." General Bartley nervously explained.
"If we scramble all our army, there will be records ..."
"Send my personal strengths! Even the Knightmare" He ordered Clovis, trying to remain calm, but he is doing a bad job.
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The truck rushed past the rest of the construction area and back onto the highway, where it was quickly detected and chased by the British VTOL military ships.
"Attention, surrender now and you still have the chance to defend yourself in court!
Despite this, the main gunboat lowered the machine gun mounted on the ventral and fired shots at the truck, forcing it to turn irregularly.
"The next round will hit you! Give up now!"
"They called the army! And now?" Naoto desperately asked his companion.
"That's why I'm here, is not it?" Churches, taking off his cap and revealing a head of crimson-red hair and deep blue eyes.
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"The goal is moving from the settlement area to the ghetto."
"Right, extend them!"
"Understood!" The main helicopter once again lowered its main cannon to fire on the truck. But suddenly he was pierced by a weapon attached to a long cord.
"A Shlas Harken?" The next pilot exclaimed surprised.
The back door of the truck opened to reveal a dark-red Glasgow model, Knightmare, which was already bringing Harken's cut back into the right side of his chest.
"A Knightmare!"
The dark red Knightmare was loaded from the back of the truck and onto the road, unfolding its architects to keep moving.
"Guys, you know how powerful this thing is!" Kallen declared furiously as he skillfully maneuvered his Glasgow across the highway. Destroying the machine gun fire from the gunboat as he sent one of his harkens straight into the cockpit, destroying it completely.
"The rest of you, back, I'll take this guy." A voice projected through the inside of the Knightmare that was being transported overland from the highway by a Knightmare VTOL.
"I do not know where you got that thing, but an old Glasgow will never be able to stop this Sutherland!"
The drop-ship quickly released the purple and red Knightmare, which launched its hit Harken to divert what was coming from Glasgow, as it activated its landspinners and started moving forward.
"Much less a damned Eleven who can not appreciate the affection of our Emperor!" The Sutherland fired a shot from his assault rifle into the left shoulder of the red Glasgow before it.
"Kallen, we have to separate ourselves! We can not both be killed! Run for this!" Naoto called Kallen on the transceiver that held a vice like vice.
"But!"
Any other answer that Naoto could have made was interrupted when another Sutherland got up from the side of the road and landed directly on his way.
He fired a few warning shots. One of which pierced the windshield and crossed his left shoulder, making it turn left into the subway tunnels to avoid crashing completely against it.
Kallen tried to shoot from his left cut Harken. But a repeated buzzing sound informed her that it was impossible now.
"What's wrong? Damn!"
"Second-hand trash!" The Sutherland lifted his stunning Tonfa to destroy Glasgow, until Kallen desperately ejected his entire left arm into the Sutherland, creating an explosion of smoke.
He used the distraction to escape into the subway tunnels and he hopes to reorganize himself with Ohgi and the others.
Jeremiah Gottwald smiled amused at the desperate maneuver of Glasgow.
"Oh oh, I like your spirit, but ..."
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With all the Chaos provoked by the struggle between the Japanese rebels and British forces, nobody known, that a two-meter-tall guy, dressed in a white armor, fell from the sky into the truck, carrying a capsule containing "poisonous gas" .
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The Servant-Vampire does not literally crash with the terrorist truck floor.
A few inches to hit the ground with his head, his fall fell suddenly stopped. As if it had a force field or gravity maybe gone.
In an instant turn on himself and off his magic and land on his feet like a cat.
"You can not hate magic, there's nothing you can not do," commented Mystic, with a faint smile under her mask.
Looking around, I find a kind of campsula, which contains something important.
Putting together fleeing trucks, Japanese terrorists, British military forces.
"A cell of Japanese rebels managed to steal something of great value from the British." From shots that I hear must evaluate enough to justify a massacre of innocents, "said Mystic, realizing what is happening.
"Metatron analyzes the capsule, if it is a weapon to experience I take it, if it is a biological weapon that can cause a zombie apocalypse ... let's send it to Zelretch, when we have the chance," Mystic said, in a mischievous tone.He already hates Zelretch so much, he wants to throw a zombie epidemic on him.
"Eloah, my sensors have found nothing but vital signs, coming from a girl who does not know," said Metatron, shown on the HUD vital signs and a thermal vision, which shows a person, a girl would say from stature and body, which is inside the capsule.
"I would have preferred the start of a zombie epidemic or the undead attack." Girls have always been ... complicated for me. "Mystic commented, in a tone that was hard to describe.
"Eloah, what should we do?" Take a managerial or a low-key approach and prepare properly? " He asked the AI of alien origin, she is a strategist and a counselor, but not a leader, the choice depends on Mystic.
"Personally I would have preferred to fall into a bush or a pool, retire to an abandoned building, gather information, then operate.
But I fell into an imminent war zone, there are two paths:
One, to take the girl is to run away from here, using the rebels as a diversion.
Two, I'll take the girl, I'll take shelter, I'll wait for the right moment, I'll take the Japanese rebel commando, I'll win this fight. "Mystic said with determination, taking an old radio on the floor of the truck.
Before he could do anything else, the truck jolted forward so suddenly that it was thrown into the trailer.
"Do I have the truck driver drunk or was there an accident?" Commented Mystic, standing up, memorizing the radio wave, and went to open the capsule.
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Meanwhile, Naoto could not push the truck any further, as the front wheels were now in the gap between the track.
"No good ... Please, Ohgi ... find me!" He murmured Naoto, hoping to save himself.
Before losing consciousness, he flicked a switch slightly under the dashboard, opening the side of the trailer.
Showing Mystic trying to open the capsule without damaging it, with the idea that it could be used in the future.
At the same time, a soldier entering the tunnel is in front of the truck while opening the compartment.
The first thing he did is take a communication device similar to a small metal box, clicking on his device three times, the three burst of static are the code for the localized target.
Having communicated the position of the targets you have his superiors, he decided to get closer to see the state of the load.
Once he approached the truck he spotted someone else looking at the container, a big guy dressed in a strange suit, practically a skeletal white armor over a black suit.
'Why does a terrorist do cosplay?' The soldier thought, before running without hesitation, to the truck.
He hurried in, fired a powerful rotating kick, as if he were a martial artist.
The man in armor quickly moved and dodged the soldier's kick.
"Great, I try to help someone, it's a little soldier who comes to bother me." Mystic murmured, not too worried about the soldier, in a hundred-year career of vigilante / anti-hero and Magus fought and killed beings with powers to cause destruction mass, ten times higher than a nuclear warhead.
"Help someone!" The soldier said as he disengaged the gas mask, letting it dangle under his chin.
"I can not believe that people want to use poisonous gas, especially from a terrorist cosplay sleeve," the soldier shouted clearly angry, ready to fight.
The soldier tried to punch the two-meter man, but his body was blocked by Mystic's hand.
"Voltaj" said the masked man, using a small but effective spell, which releases a mystical electric shock, does not cause any real damage. Only immense pain and paralyzes the victim from the neck down.
"Haaaaaaaaaaa!" The soldier cried out in pain so loudly, that his cry rang out in all the tunnels for a large radius.
The two-meter man took off the soldier's helmet, revealing a 17-year-old Japanese boy with brown, filthy hair and emerald-green eyes.
"First thing, shut up," said Mystic, slamming the Japanese teenager's head against the capsule.
"Second point, sonosonovigilante, not a terrorist," said Mystic, slamming the soldier's head back on the capsule.
"Last thing, the capsule contains no biological weapon, but an innocent trapped rah," Mystic said, striking the capsule, with the honorary British face.
Suddenly (after three shots received by Suzaku's hard head) the capsule began to hiss, while the locks that held it sealed were disengaged.
The container broke into four pieces, revealing that it did not actually contain poisonous gas as everyone had believed. Except Clovis, Bartley, Mystic and Metatron, who know the truth.
Inside was a large amount of green liquid and a girl with long green hair, wearing a kind of white suit that tied her arms and legs.
As his eyes made contact with those of Mystic, a strange shiver ran through the Servant-Vampire's body.
"Is not it toxic?" Churches Suzaku confused and partially consciente, staring at the girl.
Suddenly a spotlight lit up behind them, making sure they both turned around.
"Damn monkey, you got caught by a terrorist!" The commander of the royal guards of Clovis said, holding several guns and rifles.
"Do not tell me, you called reinforcements before bothering me, anyway for Sayonara" said Mystic before giving him a head and put him to sleep for a while.
"You Eleven are more and more strange, give me the girl is you will not have part of a death too painful" said the British racist, pointing his gun at Mystic.
"Take the girl dressed in white, save the truck driver who seems ready to die, defeat the British forces and kill Clovis, but first I will tear you apart" said Mystic, with a casual, clearly bored or not too excited tone of what is going on.
"You're crazy, you do not understand what situation you're in, Eleven!" The racist commander said, firing a warning shot, imagining he was kneeling down Mystic.
In a second Mystic cut the distance between him and the British racist, he passed his right hand through the British bust.
"Wrong, you do not understand who you're dealing with" he threatened Mystic, pulling his arm out, leaving a huge hole in the dying Britan's rib cage.
The rest of the members of the Clovis royal guard, panicked, fired at Mystic. But the bullets bounce on him, his armor protects him from any kind of damage.
"You are pathetic," said Mystic, turning his left arm into a giant blade.
"Monster!" Shouted a Brit, terrified to death, running to save his life.
But Mystic is a Servant-Vampire, able to easily reach the speed of a racing car.
In a tenth of a second the vigliacco veins cut in two as if it were made of paper.
"When I said I would tear you apart, I intend to literally cut you to pieces," said Mystic, turning slowly toward the frightened real guards.
In less than a minute, the only living thing in the neighborhood was Suzaku.
The rest of the soldiers who found themselves near the area were massacres.
The blood of the British has painted every corner of the tunnels, leaving a path of blood that leads to the surface, where a war broke out between the Japanese and the British forces.
Go on ...
