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… do I have to put this up every chapter? Most other authors don't seem to do so…
DreamersLTD - It's nice to see someone with a similar story review mine. Soon after posting this, I actually discovered your story existed. I liked it, so much so I'm actually a little concerned that our two stories may turn out too similar to each other given your story's title and the massive role Turn A Gundam plays in mine that I may end up ruining the novelty these kind of stories possess. I'll take your suggestion and make my chapters a little longer in the future.
BTW, since you compared Ibis to Sakura and not Samantha, I assume I was successful in creating the parallel in their lives I was aiming for. And I'm sorry, Sakura ends up losing people. Lots of people.
Oddly, enough, I never meant for Sakura to be the Shooting Star, just a parallel to her. It was a typo on the first chapter, in that Samantha, the actual Silver Shooting Star, was to be introduced in the following chapter. I've gone back and fixed that
Chapter 003/ Endless Waltz II
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Stop."
Curled in a cold dark empty room, Samantha hugged her legs to her shivering from. It wasn't 'cold'; in fact the temperature was a comfortable twenty five degrees. No, the coldness came from inside her.
The room was a standard four by four. There was no furniture, save one leaky sink and a lidless toilet bowl. There was no bed, no table, nor windows, or a source of light save a pitiful blue small ceiling mounted lamp.
There were no doors.
She was captive.
She had woken up, still in her flight-suit, in this dark place for what seemed like ages ago. Even the shortest span of time could seem like eternity in a place where hardly any light could shine.
The wrist clock on her watch noted that since waking up she had been in this small cell for just over three hours. That was eight hours since the disaster that was her live piloting exercise.
And the day had started so well too…
"You'll do fine on this life exercise Sam." Alexis insisted. Changed out of her uniform, the redcoat had been given the day off by the headmaster since her fiancé had made a rare visit to the colonies on his off week. A generous gesture.
"I'd feel a lot more comfortable if you were the supervisor in charge of this sis." Samantha pouted. Although her meeting with Sean had lifted her spirits somewhat, returning to the academy was akin to a cold slap of reality to her face. She was still dead last.
"Don't worry Sam. You may have failed spectacularly during the simulated programs…" Alexis did not miss the slight wince her sister made at those words, "…but this is a live exercise. It's a lot different from the computer generated crap you are used to, so you may do better. Hack, you may even come out on top!"
Samantha looked at her sister incredulously.
"Trust me Sam, you'll do better. I feel it."
The gaudy green ZAFT flight suit felt bulky and cumbersome to Samantha. She had never gotten quite used to wearing it. After careful observation on a simulated flight, which incidentally ended in Samantha slamming into the virtual hangar of a Nazca class cruiser killing all it's virtual maintenance crew and herself, Shiho had noted that a third of Samantha's mistakes could be attributed to her not being used to that suit.
It was disheartening, seeing as how wearing that suit was always a prerequisite for a sortie. Samantha had tried time after time to get used to it, but she never could.
Yet here she was, sitting in the briefing room of the Nazca Class training ship, waiting for the instructor to come in. This also left her in a room full of jeering cadets, who had finally "cornered" her without her protective sister.
"Hey Miss Shooting Star. What brings you here today?" a boy jeered.
"Yeah, I thought they'd bar her from taking this exercise after her score came out this morning." Another guffawed. "Hey watch out! Better clear the hanger for her landing or she might do you in!"
"Worse, she might out do herself and take out the whole ship! Then we"d all be shooting stars!" Despite the morbid humor of those words, the entire room broke into fists of cruel laughter.
Part of her couldn't blame them. After all, many of them had worked hard to get their scores. To see a "zero talent poser" among them every day was an insult to their entire class. Any other person besides her would have long been discharged from the academy, or transferred to another division. Because of Shiho's efforts, she hadn't been outright expelled.
But that just gave rise to more rumors. How she was so useless she couldn't fin in anyway else. How they couldn't throw her out because she was a Westernfuss. How she had slept with a councilor and was blackmailing him into keeping her in the academy.
Samantha's insides constricted when the empty seat beside he was taken…
…by Veronica Garstein.
"Hello Westernfuss." It was quite a sight, the best and worst pilots of her academy year sitting beside each other. The entire room fell silent at Veronica"s arrival.
Standing much taller than Samantha with a much more ample chest (which was an endless source of annoyance for Samantha), the wavy haired brunette sneered at her. Veronica looked absolutely pissed.
"Thank you for this morning." Samantha remembered the laps her sister had forced the older cadet to do. Samantha was hardly surprised; the other girl was one to hold a grudge. "I hope you are looking forward to this exercise Miss Westernfuss."
"I am." Samantha replied carefully. "It'll be the first time I've flown in a real mobile suit before."
"Ah… but I'm guessing you didn't know that this particular exercise is special." Veronica turned to address the rest of the class. "We're going to be joined by a ZAFT patrol battle group… the Hercules is their flagship. I got this information directly from Captain Beckman of the Hercules himself; he seemed to think I was a shoe in for recommendation. I guess being number one has that effect on some people."
The hushed silence of the room was soon followed by excited murmuring among the students. The Hercules was the third Minerva-class assault carrier built by ZAFT armed forces. Only twelve of these ships were in service, with the thirteenth due to be christened in a week"s time.
The pride of the ZAFT navy, these formidable ship's entire mobile suit contingents were only ever comprised of pilots wearing the wine red uniform so feared by the Earth Forces.
"It seems like they are going to monitor the cadets from this school and pick out who gets to get one of those red coats."
Samantha felt her heart skip a beat as the rest of the class broke into more excited whispers. A red coat. The elite of ZAFT's armed forces, the pinnacle of what every mobile suit pilot could aspire to. Although Samantha did not plan to stick around in ZAFT, having even worn a cadet version of those coats would do wonders for her credentials.
She had to make a good impression on them!
"I wouldn't get your hopes up Shooting Star." Veronica said beside her, quietly enough that only she would hear the venom in her voice. "With your stills, it would be a cold day in hell before you wear that coat. I intend to personally make sure of it."
If there was one thing Samantha hated, it was being looked down upon by a person she viewed as arrogant or cruel. Her determination to get that red coat flared to lie, fueled by her desire to prove this witch wrong. Samantha shot the other cadet a fiery glare. "Try me."
Little did she guess how bad her luck would be that day.
Samantha's eyes creaked open. Once again, she was back in the cold dark cell.
When had she fallen asleep?
Briefly checking her wrist timer, she noted it had now been twelve hours and twenty three minutes since she had been in captivity. A low growl emendated from her stomach.
She noticed her throat and lips seemed painful.
She had fallen asleep twice, and thus far she has had absolutely no contact with her captors. They didn't even come in to feed her.
Were they trying to starve her?
It was then she noticed the place of food and several bottles of water on the floor near one of the walls of the room. Survival kicked in.
She ate the food with her bare hands. In moments the croissant and roast lamb had disappeared. She drank the bottles of water with relish. The table manners that her parents had drilled into her were completely forgotten.
Eat. Drink. Survive.
When she had emptied the last drop from her last bottle, Samantha began returned to the far corner of her cell and waited. She waited for something to happen.
Something had to happen right?
"Alexis… mom… dad… Miss Shiho… Heine…" Samantha bit back tears. She had thought about them many times during her captivity, but it never got any better. Would they know she was captive in some unknown place, no human contact and alone in the dark? Would they think her dead, among the slain with the rest of the Hercules battle group?
Samantha shook her head to stop her tears from coming. No, she couldn't afford to drift away. Not until she could at least see the faces of her captors. Focus on now. So she could see tomorrow.
Two hours later and one toilet trip, the cadet found herself drifting back off to sleep again.
"If this is what the academy is turning out, I fear for ZAFT"s future." Captain Julian Beckman watched the training GiNN in his the main view screen stumble through the obstacle course with all the finesse of a blind buffalo with a mixture of amusement and horror.
The obstacle course was the remains of a space battle that the Junk guild had already combed through on ZAFT"s behest to remove any potentially dangerous objects, leaving just enough debris to present a safe challenge to the cadets using the course.
Well, it was safe, but it wasn't supposed to be this much of a challenge. Somehow, the GiNN collided with another piece of space debris and got its leg lodged in a crevice. Up to the knee. It was unheard off.
The ensign in charge of the helm chuckled as the GiNN's pilot tried quite comically to dislodge the appendage from the debris with a few low powered beam rifle bursts. Importunely, only designed for training purposes, the intensity of the rifle shots were only of the intensity of a homemade firecracker. Still stuck. "This reminds me of the Saturday morning cartoons my son watches."
Beckman's eyes widened as the mobile suit reached out and began to pry the leg loose manually, fingers curling around the torn debris and tearing the metal away like it was removing wrapping paper. He looked over to his executive officer. "Who is this pilot?"
"Cadet Samantha Douglas Westernfuss, Sir. She's the worst in their class." The officer noted, expecting the captain to dismiss the pilot since she was effectively stuck. "They call her the Silver Shooting Star because she's been shot down in every simulated combat engagement."
"That's some hand eye coordination she's showing there." The captain noted silently as the GiNN continued to claw through the debris.
Hercules' gunnery officer gasped. "She's a Westernfuss? As in Heine and Alexia's little sister?" the officer looked back at the view screen. "Could have fooled me."
The comm. Officer broke into fits of laughter as she listened to the sixteen year old cadet cursing and swearing over the com channel. Samantha had given up trying to tear her leg out. Instead she blew the entire appendage off via emergency purge and continued along the course. Suddenly a blight beeping caught her attention and the officer's eyes grew serious.
"Captain! Priority one transmission from ZAFT HQ!"
"There is the stuttle." Samantha noted. Her "legless" GiNN slowed to a stop in the path of the shuttle. Samantha sent the beacon out to the Dom squadron from the Hercules.
"Cadet Westernfuss to Hercules, I've found the shuttle." Samantha suppressed a slight smirk. She found the shuttle first! She had does something right for once! Samanatha was elated.
Mistake after mistake and then, poof success? This was her lucky day!
If only she realized a bad omen when she saw it.
When a priority-1 message suddenly came into the Hercules, the entire training exercise was cancelled. Apparently some previously unheard of terrorist group had gotten a hold of sensitive intelligence documents. They were making a run from the Aprillius Nine.
As fate would have it, the Hercules battle group happened to be the ones in the best position to intercept these terrorists. Apparently the information was so sensitive that all available cadets were to assist in the search. And since Samantha already happened to be in the air…
Well, changing pilots would take valuable time wouldn't it?
"This is Herc-5, Rodger Westernfuss. Hang tight; I'll all be over shortly… Good work." Samantha switched off her comm. And pumped her hand in the air. Victory! Red coat, here she comes!
Then her battery ran dry.
Another bad omen.
"Attention shuttle. Stand down and prepare to be boarded!"
In Samantha's opinion, watching as the mobile suit squadrons encircle the shuttle, the fearsome Hercules and its two Nazca class escorts hang threateningly in the background, was quite satisfying. She'd done something right for once.
The academy's cruiser had already pulled back for the student's safety to the possible firefight that might break out once the Hercules cornered the terrorists. Of course, she was unable to get away as her suit was more or less dead in the water.
It was quite surprising at how quickly the Hercules responded though; before the shuttle could even plot a new course, the Doms were all over it.
One of the Nazca's Goufs was courteous enough to supply her suit with a new power pack. "There you go kid, better get out of here now." The friendly pilot of the Gouf said as Samantha"s GiNN came back online. "Things might get ugly in a little bit."
His concern was well founded. One of the Nazcas had pulled up alongside the shuttle and had begun to extend a docking cable. If the terrorists were going to try something it would be soon.
"Understood." Samantha knew that her burning desire to prove herself occasionally got her into trouble, but even she knew that staying around was way over her head. Her hands flew over the controls of her GiNN as the engine came back online.
"Attention shuttle, stand down and prepare to be boar-" The communications broadcast was abruptly cut off when the ship came apart, sliced clean in half, right through stem to the stern.
The entire ship.
The cut was so clean, the ship didn't even explode. It just slid gracefully into two halves into the night without as much as a warning. Crew men, mechanical parts and other items flew out into deep space from the tear in the ship.
"Waga na wa Shoko… Katsura Shoko! Aku wo Tatsu Tsurugi Nari!"
It was then Samantha saw it…
The Black Astray, and its colossal ship cleaving sword.
Samantha awoke screaming, her body failing wildly.
For a breadth of time she thought she was back in her GiNN, watching a nightmare unfold before her. Instead, she was back in the cell. Realizing she was in "relative" safety, at least safer than she was back in the GiNN, she stilled.
For a moment Samantha lay motionless on the cold hard steel floor. Then, tentatively, she checked the time on her wrist watch.
"Four days, eighteen hours, twenty three minutes and two seconds." Samantha whispered. Rolling onto her back, Samantha noted the new plates of food on the floor.
At some point while she was asleep, someone had come into fix the broken lamp and leaky sink in the room. It was much better lit now. Although she much appreciated the gesture, it also worried her. How did they know when she was awake? Either they had some way of controlling her sleeping cycle or there were hidden cameras in the room.
Neither thought was comforting.
Every time she awoke, she would find more food on the floor waiting for her. Just like magic. The food she was given was very varied. Sometimes she was given very 'Spartan' dishes, a bunch of MREs was the most odd among those dishes, other times she awoke to find a viable feast awaiting her consumption.
Someone even gave her a bottle of bourbon at one point. As Samantha was quite clearly underage, she felt obliged not to drink it. Besides, who knows what they might decide to do to her unconscious body if she accidentally drank too much and got drunk?
But given the dearth of human interaction she was having right now, maybe trying to attract some attention might not be such a bad idea.
Would her captors not even grace her with their presence?
"There has to be something in the Geneva Convention against this kind of treatment." Samantha mumbled. Sitting up, the teenager once again fed on the meal, this time with the provided utensils; they had provided her.
Whoever her captives were, at least they served good food. Who ever heard of P.O.W.s getting a three course steak dinner? Samantha took the provided drink, a bottled drink of some kind, and tilted it up…
"PWAH!" She spat the foul tasting liquid, the most horrible thing she had ever tasted in her entire existence, out. "The hell?"
The neon blue liquid made contact with the steel floor and started… dissolving it. Samantha stared in horrified amazement. The drink was dissolving the floor. Samantha blinked. Poison? "O-kay. I'm sure as heck not drinking this…" Samantha squinted to make out the handwritten label on the bottle. "…Soylent Genki?! Luckfield special recipe?! A health drink?!"
The smell of the tarnished floor reached her nostrils. The lingering taste festered in her mouth.
Quickly running over to the sink, Samantha emptied the rest of the neon blue liquid into oblivion.
Samantha decided they were trying to kill her. Well, they'd have to try better than that. She'd have to be come careful as to what she ate from now on.
Settling back into her corner, Samantha continued to wait. It was all she could do, in a room so devoid of, well, anything.
Once again, she stared at the ground before her until she drifted off back into sleep.
The flash of silver. A flashing of red optics. A nightmare given form.
It was a nightmare given form.
Standing atop the shuttle was the most sinister M1-Astray she had ever seen. Despite being commonly regarded as an outdated machine, Samantha had a feeling that this one was different from the moment she saw it. Colored black where a normal M1-Astray was colored the reddish orange, its sinister glowing neon red eyes glowed menacingly at the forces arrayed before it.
There were slight modifications through out the machine's frame, mainly extra armor and a ball joint for its two wrists, but Samantha barely took any notice for those.
Not with that sword it had in its hands.
Looking back, the massive single edged sword that was at least a tall as the machine itself was the first thing that caught Samantha's attention. On its bladed edge, the untarnished razor sharp edge of the silvery metal only hinted of the blade's true lethality. Behind the blade were rows of engines, accelerating each swing to cause unbelievable destruction.
Much later on in her life, Samantha would learn what the blade was called, but at that time, all she could do was stare at the weapon, and focus on one undeniable fact.
Its wielder was about to go ape shit on them.
"Unknown pilot, this is your last chance to stand down or-"
The pilot of the Dom didn't even get to finish his sentence. The Astray moved with blinding speed, suddenly appearing beside him and sliced his suit into two before he could even register his gun was no longer trained on its target.
"Fire! Kill it!" Eleven mobile suits opened up on the single machine.
What happed next wasn't even a fight. It was a complete, senseless, merciless one sided slaughter.
In one massive swing, the Astray simultaneously deflected all the incoming fire and cleaved apart six of the ZAFT mobile suits in a monstrous display of its power. A piece of an exploding suit slammed into her GiNN pushing her back away from the Hercules sending a screaming Samantha away from the two remaining capital ships.
Just as well, considering what happened next.
The remaining suits wisely fell back to the ships for cover, believing that the large vessels could provide them more cover than if they remained out in the open. The Astray merely assumed a left handed thrusting stance.
"Zankano… Denkko-Setta!"
Samantha could not fathom a scientific explanation as to how it happened. Perhaps had they been planet side, she would say the force of the trust accelerated the wind into a lethal projectile. Unlikely, but possible. Perhaps had it been a beam weapon, she would say it fired a beam blast, and its trust was merely an activation of that weapon system. But they were in cold hard vacuum, and that was no beam weapon.
The Astray had used its sword to gut the remaining Nazca from range.
The large battle ship gave a lurch before exploding, showering the Hercules and the surviving mobile suits with shrapnel and debris. In one horrifying case, a shard of metal the size of a man imbedded itself in a Gouf's midsection, killing its pilot, but leaving the rest of the suit relatively intact.
It seemed like Beckham had finally had enough. "This is Captain Beckham to all surviving units; we're firing the Tanhuasier! Get out of the way and stop its movement!"
The reaction from the open channel broadcast was instantaneous. All the ZAFT mobile suits fell back behind the massive ship firing as they went as it prepared to fire its deadliest weapon. As the large positron revealed itself to its target, Samantha could only gaps in awe at how the Astray planned on responding.
Instead of trying to dodge life any sane pilot, the Astray merely moved into a ready stance, sword tip down hilt gripped over its head, as if to provoke the ZAFT vessel. "He's crazy…" Samantha whispered, completely awed by the Astray's show of bravado or stupidity.
A Tanhuasier blast would be child's play to dodge for a half decent pilot, but if it were to be taken full on, it would spell certain death.
Then the Hercules let loose with its mighty main cannon.
The beam caught the mobile suit full on. Samantha had to shield her eyes from the intensity of the weapon's discharge. Not even bothering to move out of the way, Samantha knew that the Astray was fin…
"CHESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The Astray cleaved the Hercules in one immense swing.
The blast had met the bladed edge of the colossal blade head on. Much like how the Gerbera Straight had once split an energy beam in two, so too did the massive blade cleave the ionized beam.
Reversing its grip on the weapon, the Astray spun around facing away from the Hercules while keeping its sword stationary. Then the impossible happened. The Astray made an enormous overhead swing, cutting through the energy beam like it was tearing a vertical line through paper.
The force of this unbelievable move ripped the energy beam from the point of contact with the enormous sword down to its source.
The Tanhausier cannon mounted on a Minerva-class assault carrier. The Hercules didn't even know what hit it.
"Waga Zankanto ni… Tatenu mono Nashi…!"
The Hercules's resulting explosion, no doubt killing all hands, engulfed all the other remaining ZAFT units in one massive fireball. Samantha could only stare dumbly at the sight.
It was a freaking nightmare.
Then the nightmare got a whole lot worse.
Resting the massive blade on its right shoulder, the monstrous machine turned to face HER, eyeing GiNN's beam rifle. Oh man, why did the practice versions have to look so much like the real thing? She could almost see the pilot going 'Oh look, there's one left'.
Never had Samantha been so frightened in her entire life.
It hefted it's blade into its hands…
Samantha did not know what possessed her to do what she did. It was crazy, stupid and insane. She had no idea where she even came up with it. But in this moment of desperation, Sam fell back on her instincts.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Sam slammed on the accelerator, charging her battered GiNN directly into her nemesis while undoing her safety harness and popping the cockpit hatch as quickly as she could. It was crazy to charge an enemy that seemed to rely exclusively on a SWORD of all things, but there was an odd since of logic to it.
Thus far everyone Sam had watched fighting this demon had all tried, and failed, to engage it at a distance. Running away in a half dead GiNN was also not an option, since the machine did not look like the type to take prisoners and could probably outrun her five times over. So that left one option.
Drive and ditch.
With all her will Sam howled at the demon before her. Every fire of her being screamed the will to live. She refused to die here!
She must have taken the pilot by surprise. Instead of cleaving the GiNN in half like it had doe with the other ZAFT suit, the Astray seemed to hesitate long enough as if stunned by Sam's cry that the swing missed the GiNN completely. The two machines crashed into each other.
"Now!"
Sam, already braced for this impact in advance and, recovering quickly from the lurch her suit gave, launched herself out of her GiNN and pulled herself onto the torso of the stunned Astray, praying to every deity she knew that the other pilot would not notice it's new stowaway. Sam could not believe it. She pulled it off!
Her foot caught in one of the latches on the Mobile suit's waist armor, just like her accident earlier.
Not good.
It only took the Astray half a second longer to recover. It batted the GiNN aside before impaling the machine through the cockpit with the entire length of the enormous blade before throwing the gutted robot aside like a rag doll.
Ouch. She didn't want to feel that.
Then her GiNN exploded, and a piece of flying debris smacked her in the helmet. Samantha promptly blacked out.
Samantha awoke yet again for the umpteenth time. Her eyelids were heavy, and she was emotionally tired.
After her GiNN had exploded, she had blacked out, waking only to find herself stuck in this god forsaken cell in her flight suit sans helmet. Her foot must have been stuck so well to the latch that she was dragged all the way to wherever the Astray had come from before being discovered.
Captured by as yet unknown terrorists. Great.
She felt sweat and grime on her. Samantha hadn't had a good shower since she had departed from Aprillius Nine.
Samantha checked her watch again. The blank screen stared back at her. The power cell in her suit had finally run out.
Those things were meant to last for at a least a week.
"I found you!"
The sudden voice rocked Samantha out of her reverie. Leaning over her was a little platinum blonde haired girl, barely older than a toddler, with golden eyes in a pink long sleeved shirt , a set of navy blue overalls and plated skirt. She smiled playfully at Samantha. The girl stuck her hand out as if to greet her.
"My name's Salya! Let's be friends!"
Then Samantha noticed the youngster was glowing unnaturally. Then to she realized she could see the far wall through the semi transparent figure.
It finally happened. She was hallucinating.
Samantha finally snapped.
Springing off the floor, she ran over to the far wall knocking over the plates of food on the floor and started pounding away at the cold steel. The little girl frowned at the hysterical teenager before shrugging with understanding. "Oh well, maybe next time." She winked out of existence.
"Let me out!" Samantha hollered. "I know you're there! Let me out of here! Please! I'm going crazy in here!"
The wall responded with silence.
"Who are you people!? Why are you doing this to me?" Sam continued. "At least let me know you're there! I can't take this anymore! I don't want to me alone!"
Aside from her pounding of fists on the wall, there was no other noise.
"Please, somebody! I don't want to be alone!" Samantha raised her fist…
And fell face forward into a lit hallway. "…Owie…" Pulling herself to her feet, Samantha was quite surprised to find herself staring into the eyes of a young pre-teen girl who was glancing around cautiously.
"We don't have much time; security will be here any minute." The girl said.
Samantha just stared at the girl dumbly. Seconds passed. The girl looked at her with mild annoyance. "… err… hello? Prisoner breakout? Now? Security coming?"
"Oh. Right."
+ I decided to give Samantha an Ecole-du-Ciel rivalry with Veronica. I'll get a lot worse between them, trust me.
+ No, nobody stole any secret documents. It was a lie fabricated by someone.
+ Shoko's character is based on Wodan Yimir, not Zengar. When the time comes, you will see how utterly ruthless and mercyless she is. Think of her as a Jaded Zengar trying to break out.
+ The Zankanto Shoko was using was a mobile suit sided version of the Grungust Reishiki Zankanto. I've decided to let her 'Reishiki Astray' use the techniques of the Daizengar as opposed to waiting until she gets her equivalent of Episode 30. That Zankanto will also be replaced soon. Should I keep calling it Reishiki though?
+ Yes, the Reishiki is overpowered, but that's because it's a bloody super robot with a really Super Robot orientated pilot fighting a bunch of real grunts. Don't worry, Samantha's battles will be more 'even' in the style of the 80's gundam shows.
+ Am trying to come up with several original Zankanto techniques. I have the moves in my head The problem is, I don't know that to call them in Japanese. Pretty frustrating when I have one that involves blasting the enemy into the air Tsumaki Zankanto Style and impaling them on your sword when they finally come back down before dissecting the poor sod in five directions. Somebody get me a translator!
+ Yes, that health drink IS exactly what you think it is. Don't worry, somebody will be unfortunate enough to fall victim to it eventually.
+ Ibis's 'Irui' is quite dead in this story. Her role is no less important though.
+ It just occurred to me that I should mention that I envision several of my OCs to have particular voice actors, such as Samantha being voiced by either Akeno Watanabe or Ayako Kawasumi. If you want a list, I could provide you guys with one.
Does anybody want a Shoko v Lowe fight or a Shoko v Cagalli fight? Zankanto v Gerbera Straight or…? It will be interesting either way. Plot dictates she has to face down either one of these characters at some point, so take your pick.
The next chapter is a bit sadistic, but is meant to be funny. If no one laughs, I must have really spent too long on 4-chan.
Preview;
Shoko sighed "So what are you betting on THIS time?"
