A/N: I do not own any of the characters in Kill La Kill. They are the property of Trigger and their associated companies.

Can you spot the references? Any who do get cyber cookies, and I make some mean cyber cookies. Last chapter, Halo's Spartan II All Clear code, Phoenix Downs are from FInal Fantasy, "Tuturu~ Okarin!" is from Stein's Gate, and "To and fro, fro and to," is from Battleblock Theater.

To TheBleachDoctor: That was the Spartan II's All Clear signal.

To Geraze90: You'll find out what happens in quite a while.

To Taeniaea: Thanks for reviewing on my story so much. It helps quite a lot.

To truefortune: Refer to top for references used, and thanks for reviewing.

To kazuki2292: Thanks for the review, and the journey they have shall change the very world itself!

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Kamui speech.

[Communications speech]

Shadow: Welcome back. My sincerest apologies for these immensely long waits, but school has been attempting to destroy my life of fanfiction. Fortunately, I can at least still read and write, slowly, but still Quite honestly, I would say expect an update every two weeks or so... Until summer that is.

A warning as well, the events of this chapter will be split up along two parts, so fret not at the general filler of this chapter.

Izanami: Thank Kami he got out of depression. Seriously, he even almost-

*A hand rests on the computer, twitching.*

Izanami: ... You wouldn't dare.

Shadow places the aforementioned hand on the keys, ready to type something vicious.

Shadow: Oh, but I do dare.

Izanagi: Can't we solve this peacefully?

Azrael: Nah, of course not. Shadow controls this world. Everything and anything is his plaything. Hell, he could have made us all prostitutes.

Shadow: Yet I choose not to. For others to read my work, I couldn't use something so vulgar as that. Besides, I don't have any experiance with that.

Izanagi: Can we start the story?

Azrael: Story-

Aikuro: Start.

Izanami: Damn it you pervert, you took my line!

Shadow: Shoutout to the RWBY Wiki Chatroom for their support in this story, especially Skitti, who gave me the idea for the opposition in this chapter. You're awesome bro!

Also, enjoy the filler at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 7

No rest for the wicked and pure

"Move the sandbags over here! We need to reinforce the front entrance! Set up the claymores and guard shifts!"

"Bleh, who's even going to be out here? It's the Fuji Mountains."

"Who do you think this site belongs to? Considering how well constructed this base is, I'm guessing that it belongs to military or government forces... Besides, I'm not getting a bullet in my sleep, seeing as how anyone could attack. We are honorable and intelligent thieves, and we'll protect this place, as per our contract."

"I still think we don't need this much paranoia..."

A pair of binoculars connected to auditory devices retract their vision, increasing the field of view but defocusing its detail. The woman sighed as she moved her eyes from the device to look upon her partner, who was still viewing the operational field through her own set of binoculars.

"Sat-Azrael. Any ideas for our plan?" Izanami broke the silence, stumbling on her sister's new name before correcting herself.

As Izanami looked back into her pair of binoculars, opting to instead observe the entire complex,

Azrael reported clearly, "Although they may claim to be simple thieves, their dispositions and tactics hint to the possibility of Ex-Military. Perhaps a PMC, or soldiers who haven't lost their fighting spirit yet, and resorted to violence to satisfy their urges or habits. They might be tough for Detachment Bravo..."

As Izanami looked on with comprehension, she noted aloud while looking towards the higher parts of the base, "Sentinels in the 8 hidden watchtowers, pairs of snipers and spotters in each one."

Shifting her gaze down, she also noted, "Infantry equipped with small arms taking cover near the entrance, some hidden, some in the open. Armor absent from visuals, but they may be reserving those. Heavily armored individuals as well as APCs set up at the outer checkpoints to deter travelers, covered by the watchtowers for rapid alarms. No aircraft has been detected in this region, so the possibility of aerial defenses is quite low. Not that it matters currently, seeing as how we have no air power."

As the pair of warriors observed the battlefield before them, they pondered their options, dismissing unsatisfactory ones and considering others.

Azrael spoke up, "Stealth, or invasion? Each has their cons and pros. But which one to choose..."

A stroke of inspiration appeared upon Izanami's sharp features, as she rapidly suggested with glee, "Perhaps we should allow Detachment Bravo to take this task. We can see if they truly do live up to their name of the Night Phantasm. See if their skills are truly worthy of our praise."

As the two wonder as to whether or not they should allow them to take on such a task, they both agree, and send out their orders via radio...

In the cave they had found to rest in, the Night Phantasms rested their weary bodies and spoke quietly so as to not be detected by local wildlife. As the various soldiers bantered about and cleaned their weapons with field kits, The Dealer spoke quietly to The CO, or rather the most experienced and smartest of Section Bravo on the matter of unit cohesion.

Looking over their maps of the mountainous region, Dealer pointed out, "We don't much in terms of countering long range artillery strikes, nor fast moving aircraft at speeds ascending Mach 1. Unfortunately, most aircraft produced today move at the speeds of Mach 2 on a regular basis, and we don't have long range defensive capabilities either, excluding our leaders who have incredible flying capability."

The officer of Section Alpha was quite the strange looking man. At the age of 17, his poor looking face and average features collided against his muscular structure present even from underneath his casual combat gear. Yet, in his eyes were those of a warrior, one who had gone through the pits of Hell on Earth in order to become who he was today. His eyes shone with the caution and strength of panther, the story within his eyes telling of the worst sins that both nature and man had committed.

Yet, even through his eyes of terror, resided a will so powerful, it shone as if a star itself were shining within those orbs of willpower. Adorned upon his body were a dark green muscle shirt and combat pants while his camouflaged trench coat hung on his chair. His attire consisted of no signifying marks to show either commanding officer ranks nor anything to differentiate him from the rest of the troops really. Combat boots resided upon his feet while his well kept blue hair waved slightly as he adjusted position to listen to the other officer's response.

Taking a moment to mull this over, the other officer responded, "We could always simply purchase new equipment and install any necessary defenses with the technician troops here. They're quite good at their jobs, so they should be able to perform this. Where the funds will come from, is a bit of an issue considering that we're to be mostly independent from other companies..."

The officer of Section Bravo was a young woman, only at the young age of 16. She had a petite figure that hid her powerful muscles under smooth skin, and to many she seemed like a pixie given human form, cute as she was to many onlookers. Like many of the other soldiers, she wore no signifying features to mark her as a commanding officer, with the abolishment of the rank system, but neither were there marks to show her position in Section Bravo.

As was custom for her daytime apparel, she wore a dark green tanktop and combat pants underneath a cloak for mountaineering camouflage which was hung up on her chair, modified to appear as a disfigured shape among the various foliage found nearby, while her combat boots resided on her feet. Her youthful facial features only reinforced her childish and pixie esque figure, with her bright forest green eyes and twin pony tails of gorgeous blone hair. But her eyes spoke of a powerful will, numerous battles, experiences that would have scarred the most battle hardened of soldiers, and yet, her will shone through her eyes like a pure Chaos emerald of power.

"As a temporary solution, we could have constant patrols spread out all across the mountain, to alert us of incoming hostiles. Due to the general secrecy of this base, and it's value, I doubt most opposing forces would want to bomb this place to smithereens so quickly. They would most likely send in intensive ground forces paired with paratroopers, along with mountainous armor. So we don't need to worry about that for a while." The Dealer replied in a calm manner, logic overruling all other functions as he calmly explained his reasoning.

With a ponderous look on her face, Section Bravo's CO attempted to respond, but was cut off,

"There's always-"

["Sagittus."] A voice emanated from the active radio sitting nearby, belonging to Azrael.

Taking hold of the communication device, he answered back the challenge with the appropriate countersign, "Luminus. Report in."

["This is Fireteam Omega, reporting in from reconnaissance. New orders for you all."] Azrael's cold, military style tone sounded out from the radio's speakers, causing the two commanders to lean in closer to listen. Her tone was rather worrying, and the two braced themselves for bad news.

["As an inauguration of you all truly joining the Izanami Assassination Organization, we've arranged a test for you all. The Outpost has been overrun by professional mercenaries, thieves as they claim to be. You are to organize yourselves and capture the outpost within the next three days, exactly 72 hours. Whether you choose to kill or spare the enemy matters not. Whether you choose to expose yourselves to the flames of pure warfare or the shadows of stealth is up to your discretion. We shall observe you all and watch over, but we will not intervene. Now, you have your orders. Swift operation execution to you, Night Phantasm."]

The line goes dead with a click, and the radio returns to its previously silent state.

The two commanders sighed in unison, as Dealer said with a wry grin on his face, "SSDD, right Nagi?"

With a similar grin on her face, the now identified Nagi responded, "It'll be just like old times, right, Dealer?"

As the two comrades laughed together, with Nagi's blonde locks and the Dealer's bright blue hair waving around and smiles of simple joy present on both faces, the two could have been mistaken for lovers.

As one, the two ceased their laughter and turned serious. As the two walked towards their personal armory, the two donned their gear without regard to the other about privacy. All Detachment Bravo operatives were required to be comfortable in such environments, or at least learn to be.

Looking over, Nagi whistled in appreciation of the sight before her, her mischievous nature begging to be released in this moment.

"You've been working out even more than usual haven't you? How nice, I do appreciate a well built man..." Nagi whispered as she traced a line over his well defined pectoral muscles, namely his chest, while resting her head on his shoulder from behind.

For a man of DBSA, the Dealer was a man to be both respected and feared. Respected for his strength and devotion to Nagi, but also feared because of how fiercely he protected her from others outside of the unit. To the two of them, Detachment Bravo was their family, and the 50 of them truly were a family, bonded by the infernos of warfare and the trust built up over several years of cooperation.

But for the two of them, their relationship went far back, before the two of them even joined Detachment Bravo. The two were officially known as lovers, but were in fact engaged. The two had chosen to keep this hidden from the others till everything was planned out, wanting to surprise them all.

The Dealer blushed at this sudden contact and stammered out, "N-Nagi, is this really th-the time to be doing this?"

Letting her hands roam over his body, she seductively whispered, "Oh what's the harm? Besides," She began to move her hands further down to his abs and even lower still, "We do after all have time to plan later..."

The Dealer's mind was in pleasure as Nagi's ministrations of his body relaxed his muscles and let him release tension that had built up in the past day.

As Nagi stopped, her playful nature came back full throttle as the Dealer escorted her back to their quarters, and she began to strip her clothing off slowly. "Y'know, I'm still kinda strung up from earlier today." Turning to her fiance, she asked, "Mind loosening me up?"

As the dealer finished changing into his nightwear, he saw what Nagi had been wearing briefly before closing his eyes in exasperation. "It never changes with you does it?"

Nagi lay down on their cot, with only her undergarments still on as she lay down on her stomach. "Nope! So, mind helping me out?"

As the Dealer smiled in joy, she said, "Of course Nagi."

Sitting down and straddling her hips, as was custom for the two of them, Dealer began to gently apply pressure to relax the tension filled muscles that Nagi had developed throughout the day. While Detachment Bravo's daily meditation could have cured this, Nagi still preferred the dealer's massages for such tasks instead. As he continued his ministrations, Nagi began to become more and more relaxed as her feelings became more prevalent with the advent of certain signs of affection. "Let's have some fun, Dealer!" "Right now!?"
And so a veil is drawn over this scene...

Standing before the assorted personnel of Detachment Bravo before the two veterans, it was blatantly obvious what exactly had been happening last night, disheveled clothes and sheepish grins present on both of their faces. Several troops grinned in mirth while others flat out laughed, knowing what had been occurring late at night between the two lovers.

As the troops stood in formation, they were curious as to why exactly they'd been called.

The Dealer stepped forward as he grinned sheepishly, yelling out, "Time for our morning call. Hello, my name is Bruce."

The platoon chorused, "Hello Bruce."

And with those words, a cloud of seriousness passed over them all, causing previously playful demeanors to die only to give rise to the soldier faces each currently expressed. Not even Nagi and Dealer had retained their mischief, for they too knew the importance of this meeting.

As each one of them straightened out their postures and snapped to attention as befitting of their habits, Dealer spoke out, his voice washing over them with resolution, "We've got new orders from our leaders. The base has been overrun by professional mercenaries,"

He took a moment to glance around and was glad to see that none of them had even blinked in the face of such words. He forged on, "And we expect heavy resistance from their fortifications set up currently. For those of you that would prefer not to participate, please go back into your tent-"

One of the soldiers from the platoon yelled out humorously, "Quit it with that already! No one's leaving!"

This was followed by a chorus of laughter, as the Dealer and Nagi had asked this question every time they had been ready to go into battle.

With an easygoing grin that switched by to a serious one on his face, the Dealer said as he laid out the plans on the outside table, "Our leaders have already been kind enough to send us the recon footage they got and have relayed the following statistics." Everyone gathered around the plans for instructions.

"The 8 hidden Watchtowers have been occupied by snipers and their spotters, lightly equipped troops are lying in wait near the entrance, some out in the open while some hidden. The outer checkpoints are covered by the watchtowers, so simultaneous takedowns will be necessary. Additionally, we have no visuals of armored vehicles at the outpost's entrance. Heavily armored troops are also present at the checkpoints, covered by APCs. No aircraft have been detected." Nagi finished reporting, her words clear and precise.

Dealer began to speak once again, "Before we continue any further, we need to decide upon our ROE. I leave this choice to you all. Nonlethal and stealthy, or lethal and conventional? Hold up a fist for the second, and a palm for the first." Looking around, it was seen that everyone had chosen the first, most likely due to their need to fo caution. Each of them recognized the danger of conventional warfare in these conditions, and they opted to use the other method.

Nodding slightly, the Dealer nodded while saying, "We're in agreement then. Nonlethal strikes and stealthy tactics it is then. Now, for our plan. Nagi, if you would please?"

Pointing to various areas of the map on the table when indicating certain members, she ordered,

"Squads Foxtrot and Golf will divert into fire and maneuver teams and eliminate the watchtowers and set up overwatch. Be ready if anything unnatural occurs. Fire team Delta, infiltrate the premises and knock out any hidden hostiles. The rest of us will take care of the checkpoints. The two checkpoints will be designated Alpha and Bravo, while the main force will be split into X Ray and Yankee Squads. Once the watchtowers, checkpoints, and ambushes are eliminated, quietly take down the remaining troops before moving to secure the outpost. Once in the outpost, do not hesitate to take advantage of a weapons free state. We can't risk casualties in there, with such confined space to maneuver. Nonlethal would still be preferable, but anything goes during that time. We move in 12 hours for personal recon, so be ready."

As the soldiers all registered their roles, they all snapped to attention and yelled out as one, "Yes Ma'am!"

Nagi snapped off her own salute while issuing, "Dismissed!"

As the Night Phantasms moved to their begin their preparations, Nagi turned to her husband with a cheeky grin, "See how they listen to me, but not you?"

The Dealer groans in tiredness, having played this game before. "Of course. Let's just get ready now."

Leading her by the hand, the two soldiers moved to their personal armory to begin suiting up. Nagi turned to look at Dealer with a nigh imperceptible tingle of sadness in her eyes, as the makings of a tear welled up in her left eye. She shook off those thoughts, and marched forward, instead pulling Dealer along, smiling as the two laughed and took off in a sprint back to their room.

Dealer... You still don't remember your true name now do you? You've still forgotten all those memories... Butler...

Even as we fight on to assist this world and change our future, others seek to disrupt our work. Any who stand in our path of revenge shall be crushed in the hurricane of our will.