100 years ago, Blitz Chick and her friends had a plan of attack. It was one that rarely ever failed them. Go in, start hitting people hard in the face, and see where it took them

One hundred years had passed, and the plan still worked.

The brunette Reploid spun, kicking out at any poor Maverick foolish enough to approach her. Her fists were blurs of blue and yellow, and she moved as fast as lightning.

Telith's beam saber cut a pattern through the rouge Reploids. Left, then right. Up, then right diagonal down. And again, she moved as elegantly as a dancer, sweeping and sliding.

Performing a complicated flying kick, Blitz eyed Telith. "Can you see how the others are doing Telly?"

The blonde smiled. They always used nicknames in battle. Blitz once more became BC and Telith shortened to a familiar 'Telly.'

"I dunno." Another slash at a Maverick, who reeled to the ground, a gash across his whole body. "Could you give me a boost?"

And so, like they did in old times, Blitz cupped her hands low, feeling the weight of her friend as she stepped into them. And it wasn't just a physical weight either. It was the weight of trust. She trusted her to be there when she went up to cover her back, and she trusted her to be there when she came down.

While soaring up into the air, Telith held her blade at the ready and looked around.

Star X was having a great time. She found that she could exert some unspent anger over Prometheus's comment on the unsuspecting Mavericks. Her fury increased every time Prometheus fired a shot, reminding her of how superior he thought he was.

How dare he! Thought the blonde Reploid. Just because I'm only a class one doesn't make him all that better than me! Growling fiercely, she rammed her buster into the face of a Maverick and fired, moving on to the next set of evildoers.

In the shelter of a crumbling building, Prometheus sighted through the scope of his sniper rifle and caught a glimpse of Star X as he picked his next target. The Reploid's face was furious and it seemed she was yelling as she fought tooth and claw.

She fights with far too much emotion. That is why she's class one and I am class S. The ice cold Reploid thought as he fired, watching as the shot skimmed inches from Star X's arm. She turned and furiously gave him the finger. He just sought out a new target.

Abruptly he froze. Someone else was in the room. Whirling, he saw a horribly beaten maverick. He was snarling and drooling and seemed ready to kill. Freezing up, Prometheus tried to move, make a sound, fire his gun…anything. But his body seemed to not obey him.

And then the Maverick reeled backwards, a hole punched through his chest. Looking down into the fray, Prometheus spotted a lone figure standing on a ruined car, smoking buster pointed at his hiding spot. Her hair fluttered in the wind and her eyes blazed hard before she re-entered the fray.

For a long time, Prometheus just watched her fight, a whirlwind of blue and green among reds and browns.

Maybe…maybe he could learn something from this Reploid.

Fortissimo and Axl were faring slightly better than their comrades. The duo had taken residence in an abandoned office building and was attacking from the second floor.

The raven Reploid's chain rod was deadly from his vantage point. He would fire it at the mob and spear some Mavericks. Maybe a couple mavericks at a time if he was lucky.

Axl would use his sharp shooting skills and pick off the rouges. On occasion the two would exchange a few words and one or the other would leave the shelter for some melee combat. More often it was Fortissimo, seeing as his chain rod could be more deadly up close than at a distance. Over all, they seemed to be faring quite well.

Blitz was relieved when Telith landed lightly, cleaving a Maverick in half as she did so.

"What's the verdict?"

"It looks like everyone's doing okay. How are you holding up BC?"

Blocking a punch, Blitz nailed the Maverick with a roundhouse kick. "I'll last a little while longer, but not much. Any news from Alia?"

Putting a hand to her hearing receptors, Telith was silent before looking to Blitz. "She says that they're trying to get troops out here soon. We just have to keep them occupied a little while longer."

Telith turned to assure her partner, but found that Blitz was no longer there. Instead, she had been buried under a swarm of Mavericks. The only sign she was still functioning was the fact that every so often a fist or foot would break through.

"BC!" Slicing at the horde, Telith was eventually able to extract her friend and pull her to safety. Blade at the ready, the blonde examined her partner. "Are you okay BC?"

The brunette had little more than enough time to nod before the mavericks charged.

"FIRE!"

Shot rained down like deadly hail, causing the two girls to cover their eyes and shield their faces. Once the smoke receded, the duo chanced a look.

Just as Alia said, a whole platoon of troops was stationed in, around and even on top of buildings. Turning, the two girls watched the Mavericks retreat back into the ruined city.

With a sigh of relief, Blitz Chick pushed some hair out of her eyes. "Glad that's over." She muttered.

"No…" Telith replied, standing and sheathing her sword. "It's actually just begun."