Hey, readers, G2BattleConvoy here. Three weeks to update, I know, it's a pain, but at least it's better than waiting a full month and week, eh?

Aside from keeping an eye on Space Engineers and trying to go through my anime backlog, (yeesh, it's quite big) not much has been happening. And then there's the fact I managed to finish a Full Armour Unicorn Gundam HGUC Gunpla kit. Yeesh, and that's my third Gunpla kit. Still, that's something I've been doing.

Anyway, on to our main feature: OPERATION STORYTELLER: PHASE 3 is now underway!

Enjoy, my friends!


Chapter 3: Lucky Cat

Supreme Cmdr. Percival's Office, Camelot HQ, England
20/03/2035 11:09 BST

The headquarters of the Roundtable Corps that was named after the legendary castle was nothing to sneeze at; at least in terms of military architecture. Like its namesake, there were numerous fortifications built around the various buildings that made up the complex itself. At various points along the defensive walls were sentry towers and mortar cannons, with the inner defence network consisting of various AA guns and turrets. Evidently, being a special operations group meant you have to be paranoid in order to protect your strategic interests. Saying the Roundtable Corps were paranoid with theirs would be an understatement.

The inside of Camelot would be relatively Spartan, at least in comparison to the no-expense-spared perimeter defence. Commander Percival's office would be one of the various rooms that would follow this practice; aside from a few personal effects, the office would be strictly military, consisting of your standard office computer, printer, file cabinets and the atypical holographic screen projectors. And the occasional symbol for the Roundtable Corps, but that's more standard than anything else.

"You requested my presence, Commander?" Anderson asked as he stood to attention before Percival's desk. Even though Anderson was a well-regarded operative for the Templar Group which was, by extension, a highly valuable allied organization for the Roundtable Corps, he couldn't help but be slightly fearful of the Roundtable Corps' experienced commanding officer. Considering Percival was also one of the most experienced Knights to ever serve the Federation in recent times, this would make perfect sense.

"Yes, I did, Agent. You were assigned as Guardian Angel's handler, correct?"

"Yes, sir; yesterday he foiled an armed robbery, with minimal harm to any of the hostages. From what he's reported to us, it's clear that the superhero team he made contact with are still a little wary of him, despite of what he's accomplished so far."

"Anderson," Percival started before getting up from his chair, "The reason I have called for you here is because we may have a situation regarding our undercover Knight."

"A… situation, sir? I wasn't aware of any real threats to the city after we assigned him there," enquired Anderson. It was true, he checked the files himself; there weren't any real threats that were as dangerous as 'Yokai' after the Krei Incident. Of course, what Percival was going to say next could potentially change everything.

"Well, there is now," answered Percival as he opened up a drawer to retrieve a dossier marked with the words: ROUNDTABLE CORPS PERSONNEL FILE: BLACK KNIGHTMARE. He placed the dossier on the desk and rotated it so that the dossier was facing the Templar. Anderson was confused; why would the Black Knightmare be involved in this?

"Commander Percival, sir; I don't understand what Black Knightmare has to do with this."

Percival sighed, before continuing, "2 days ago, he was sighted boarding a Blackjack carrier that was being deployed. We managed to get an estimate of its trajectory, and we have confirmation that its destination is San Fransokyo. I've talked to Counsellor Pendragon and he's agreed to look into it. Now, I may be wrong but I feel that Knightmare still has some… issues regarding their field training mission." As he said this, he revealed to the Templar pictures of a Knight wearing a battle suit not unlike Guardian Angel's armour except that it was black and grey with minimalistic golden detailing, and a more elaborate styling. In the pictures he seemed to be conversing with a soldier before walking up an entryway to the large carrier that was part of Blackjack's arsenal. Anderson suddenly realised the implications of this information.

"Sir, Blackjack, aren't they a PMC? What could they possibly want with San Fransokyo?"

"That's for me to worry about, Agent. However, you are to warn Guardian Angel about this development and relay all further developments to me. This could get out of hand very quickly."

"Sir," Anderson replied while saluting. Turning back to the door leading back into the corridor, he left the office leaving Percival to wonder just who the hell authorized Blackjack to take the Black Knightmare with them.


Lucky Cat Café, San Fransokyo
19/03/2035 16:55 PDT

"…The problem with Ultron is the same with any evil comic book A.I.; he lacks any real personality. If you take into consideration whose brainwaves he was based off, that's just even worse. He may be a being of logic, but he's based off a human being! He should have some personality, at least!"

"Okay, how about this; Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow. Ultron does have a personality because he says at one point and I quote: 'Your Iron Avengers are under my control now, Iron Man. And you belong to me.' Unquote. He also had a personality in the 2015 Age of Ultron film. And the original comics actually show him as quite maniacal! Ultron Unlimited is a perfect example of that!"

"…Dude. You've just proven me wrong," the normally comic-book savvy Fred admitted, before asking, "So, when did Next Avengers come out?"

"2008, as one of Marvel's animated feature films," replied the British roboticist. "I found it to be pretty interesting, all things considered." He then took a sip from a cup of white tea that was on the table where the group were sitting. "I mean, stories that take a sci-fi alternate history theme tend to interest me quite a lot. Hell, science-fiction is basically what got me into robotics in the first place."

"You do know that science-fiction doesn't follow the same rules as actual science, right?" GoGo asked him in a deadpan tone, annoyed that there were now two Freds to deal with. Granted, Arthur actually had brains, but to hear two people actually discussing comic books, of all things, didn't exactly sit well with her.

"Okay, first of all, I know that distinction. Second of all, what inspired the mobile phone, hmm? Let me tell you: The communicator from Star Trek. That proves that science-fiction can have an effect on development of real-life technologies. All it takes is a large enough cultural impact and a large enough amount of time."

"So, thinking by that logic, what inspired you to make that exo-suit of yours?" Wasabi curiously asked. "Considering we already have exo-suit tech in the first place?"

"Well, the problem with most exo-suit technology today is that it is too damn bulky and sluggish to use, especially when the need to respond to a crisis quickly and efficiently is required. So, being inspired by things like Elysium and Macross, the design I am working on is meant to be light, portable and effective. Like I said, law enforcement and rapid response would benefit greatly from this," explained Arthur, adding to his reasoning, "I'm essentially trying to make the world a little bit safer."

"Dude, that's awesome. You're like Tony Stark, but more practical," noted Fred, in pure awe.

"Hey, I thought I was Tony Stark," Hiro jealously called out.

"Nah, you're more like Peter Parker meets Tony Stark, little dude."

"Wow, you two are definitely dorks," GoGo snarked with her trademark coy smile.

"I think it's adorable," admitted Honey Lemon.

"Wouldn't it be adorkable, in this case?" asked Hiro. (AN: That's an actual word, by the way.)

"I didn't know you read TVTropes, Hamada. Do you read it often?" Arthur decided to inquire. He clearly had spent a good portion of time on the internet. "And by the way, Ms. Tomago; if you're going to call me a dork, at least have the decency to call me a British dork. I'm very proud of my country of origin, thank you very much."

"That's a bit harsh, isn't it, Arthur?" was Wasabi's next question. While GoGo was sometimes hard to deal with in certain situations, what Arthur said wasn't exactly necessary. Then again, the British would tend to have a hard time dealing with their American counterparts anyway, as history would often tell us.

"I was only making a point, Wasabi. People should always be proud of where they come from; after all it is a cornerstone of one's identity," explained Arthur. "But, I'll admit I was being a little bit too impulsive, so I'm sorry about that."

"Blunt and knows when to apologise. I think we're gonna get along just fine," snarked GoGo yet again, blowing a trademark bubble gum… bubble before popping it. Honey Lemon then took this opportunity to lean towards Fred to ask a… very important question?

"Hey, Fred, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" teased the unbelievably enthusiastic chemical expert. Fred pondered for a moment before admitting in a hushed voice,

"What, GoGo and Arthur? I don't know, HL. Anything could happen."

And from the café's resident TV, the local news station decided to start on its latest segment, which was supposedly 'their biggest story;' "And now our latest story: just yesterday, newcomer Guardian Angel has managed to stop an armed robbery before the arrival of Big Hero 6, the superhero team that managed to defeat Yokai last November. The robbery was foiled with no harm to the hostages, however, there are rumours that Guardian Angel is perhaps not who he appears to be. One of the victims has spoken to us today about the incident, and has this to say about the new superhero."

The group of six (Baymax was currently helping Aunt Cass with café duties and other chores) looked up at the news story. One reason they did this was to see how the media saw Guardian Angel, another was to see how this affected their reputation as superheroes. Granted, while he was only in San Fransokyo for only a month, they still were a little cautious at how he handled the situations he found himself in.

"Those armed men never stood a chance! When they fired their guns on him, he just wouldn't stop. When he got close enough, he used some sort of energy sword to cut the weapons into two! And once he disabled those, he broke several of their arms and legs! The guy was practically a tank in the armour he seemed to be wearing, and it was very unnerving, the way he moved!" stated the victim, his voice clearly still a little shaky from the experience.

As soon as that particular story was covered, Arthur couldn't help but say, "So, the new guy is judged for being a wee bit harsh. I'm not taking this personally, but I will say this; He didn't kill them, he disabled the threat, and he did it without harming the hostages. What exactly do they have to be bloody scared of?"

"Maybe it's because of how far he might go. Those were just robbers, yet he saw fit to break some of their limbs. I think they're scared of what could happen if he faced a higher threat, to be honest," the unfortunately nicknamed plasma engineer admitted to the slightly bitter cybernetics expert. After a few moments of consideration, he admitted,

"Yeah, you're probably right about that. Still, we'll see how his attitude changes, if it does at all." Arthur then quickly gulped down the rest of his tea, and approached the counter while getting out his wallet. Cass Hamada was there, drying up another one of the mugs that the café's customers would often use. Arthur greeted her with a small wave before engaging in conversation.

"Oh, hi, Arthur, how's… moving into San Fransokyo been? You settled in okay?"

"Yeah, there've been no problems with it, Miss Hamada. I mean, I now know where everything more or less is, and of course, I've more or less become part of the crew of very interesting characters. I hope I haven't been too imposing?" he replied while handing over a five-dollar bill from his wallet. (He wisely had his account changed from euros to dollars on his first day there, seeing as he was going to be there for a while.)

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it. And, please, call me Cass. Any friend of Hiro is a friend of mine," she said as she changed the bill for $2.15 in change. "Here you go, two dollars and fifteen cents in change. And, let me know if you have any problems with Hiro. The little guy is all I got, so keep an eye on him if you can."

"Of… course, Cass," Arthur said, having carefully considered his response. He turned his head to the others and called over to them, "That's my cue to leave, guys. I'll see you tomorrow in class."

"See you later, dude! Can't wait to see your exo-suit in some actual action!" called back Fred.

"Hope you don't knock someone unconscious, Kirkland," GoGo replied jokingly with a coy smile yet again.

"Bye, man," Wasabi replied quickly. He was still thinking about why Arthur would be so bitter about the statements regarding Guardian Angel.

"Take care!" Honey Lemon called out gleefully.

Arthur smiled from the combined response and peeked over Cass's shoulder to find Baymax. "Hey, Baymax! See you at the Institute tomorrow!"

"Of course, Mr. Kirkland; have a good night," the polite marshmallow-like robot answered.

As Arthur turned to exit the café, he had a grin on his face: everything was going quite smoothly.


Alameda Military Complex, Alameda Island
24/03/2035 03:11 PDT

Despite it being one of the most important buildings on the West Coast of North America, the Alameda Military Complex wasn't having a lot of activity this morning. The soldiers on the watchtowers were starting to feel drowsiness thanks to their long shifts. They had to hold on for another hour or so until the next group had to take over.

That is, until a large airship as big as an aircraft carrier descended from the clouds above. The large ship had turned on all of its' exterior lighting, revealing its intimidating shape. And smaller shapes started to emerge from the ship; troop shuttles, holding two squads each. The control tower tried to send out an SOS to Homeland Security, but was unfortunately blasted into debris by a high-frequency particle blast, which to the naked eye looked akin to purple lightning.

The source of this purple lightning was a figure in black and grey armour with minimal golden detailing, hovering in the air a good distance above the beachhead. On his right arm was installed a collapsible particle cannon, which had the appearance of a two-pronged railgun. He disengaged it from his firing arm to rest on his gauntlet. The suit's visor was giving off a vicious blood red colour. As he scanned the base for any further forms of outward communication, he descended, and when he landed, the aforementioned shuttles slowed to a hovering formation and opened up their hatches.

From there dropped exoskeleton-wearing Blackjack troopers, using the jump jets in their backpacks to slow their descents. They were clad in black combat gear, using night-vision headsets that looked like spooky red eyes to the outside viewer. As they started their assault, the Black Knightmare spoke:

"Gentlemen, let's get to work."

They weren't going to stand a chance.


Yeesh, what a plot point to end on. A PMC attacking a military target with the assistance of a Knight that's gone rogue; hopefully our heroes can stop this menace before it's too late!

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OPERATION: SORYTELLER PHASE 3 is now complete! 'Till next time, when I actually bother to update, dammit.

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