A man, who has lost his memories.
A man, who has had his past ripped away from him.
A man, left in the dust to reap the rewards of his labor.
To Tend to the Hearts of Two Different Women who have shown their love for him.
Yang Xiao Long.
Blunt and Honest, Confessed to Him as he woke up with her hugging him.
Cilcia Romana.
Barker mentioned about her making him, her 'boyfriend', and something about her 'diary' having dirty fantasies. That is more than enough evidence for him to realize.
Both, two very spectacular women, who have chosen him as their partner.
Kyle Wasser.
A clueless man who is left in the husk of something great he once was. A man surrounded by tragedy.
A man who was comatose for Five Months.
In those Five Months.
The Militia Lost the Frontier.
The IMC successfully occupies the Frontier, and have already begun Destroying Colonies for Mining.
The Situation is Bad.
But before Kyle Wasser can do anything...
"Here's an IQ Test" suddenly announces MacAllan as he slaps a deck of papers onto Kyle's table, who was sitting quietly, "Kyle... I want you to do these to the best of your ability".
"Sure..." obediently nods Kyle.
He quickly gets started with MacAllan's pen.
"Hey! Kyle!" smiles Yang as usual as she walks over before MacAllan 'shushes' her.
"Quiet... I want him to do the IQ test" explains MacAllan softly.
"Kyle's smart..." smiles Yang, "I remember reading his report... 132 is fucking smart...".
"I need to see if his amnesia affected his knowledge" replies MacAllan, "So he'll re-do the test... if he's as smart as I remember... I'll start having him take looks at some reports I have".
Kyle was blazing through the test effortlessly, his hands were moving over the answers easily, and he was filling in everything with clear, and precise answers.
Yang leans over and presses herself up against Kyle comfortably, watching as he showed his exceptional intelligence.
Ridiculous questions with seemingly incorrect answers were quickly pointed out by him, and crossed the question out systematically. MacAllan watched in his surprise and awe as Kyle's knowledge seemed unfazed, hell, maybe even better than before.
Kyle begins to finish up after 10 minutes of answering questions, quickly pushing the stack forward as he announces, "Finished".
MacAllan nods as he takes the stack up and away, quickly leaving the cafeteria to have someone evaluate the test.
Yang drinks down her Strawberry Sunrise happily, "Nice... I'm still surprised about how smart you are...".
"Is it that difficult?" asks Kyle, "It seemed easy... I just knew how to answer...".
"Well you do have amnesia..." slowly comments Yang as she looks away briefly, "But back then... You had an IQ of 132...".
"But Not anymore" comments MacAllan as he marches in, staring at the sheef of papers with an impressed look, "You're new IQ is 142... That's a 10 increase".
"What? You can get smarter?" asks Yang in surprise, causing most of the grunts and pilots present for breakfast to chuckle in amusement.
"142..." slowly processes Kyle, "Okay".
"... No comment?" asks MacAllan in surprise.
"Huh?" asks Kyle.
"Normally... You'd make a bragging comment..." explains MacAllan before he scratches his beard, "But then again... You have amnesia... and no comment is better actually... so Don't make comments on good things".
"Okay" nods Kyle obediently.
"But you can comment about me all you want~" smiles Yang in turn as she presses her shoulder against Kyle's own, leaning comfortably against him.
"You act weird" comments Kyle.
"It'll seem like that until I tell you what 'love' is" smiles Yang in turn, "But that's okay~ I promised to get your memory back".
"It's Permanent Amnesia" frowns MacAllan, "You WON'T be getting your memories back...".
"I'll expose him to his past memories" frowns Cilcia as she settles in, "Good Morning".
"Good Morning" greets Kyle obediently.
"Morning" smiles Yang as she sits up straight, leaning away from Kyle, who's shoulders slump tiredly in response.
"Good Morning Cilcia" nods MacAllan as he settles into his seat, "Kyle's IQ is now 142".
"How'd it increase?" asks Cilcia, "He just had amnesia".
"If I had to take a guess... I'd say there's less thoughts running around, so he has a better ability to evaluate questions" steps in Bish.
Bish, our smart, militian I.T guy is here.
"That sounds like the most likely thesis" agrees Kyle, "If I have less thoughts being processed, I am more mentally capable of evaluating questions".
"Be quiet Kyle" smiles MacAllan.
"O-Okay" nods Kyle as he looks away, and back to his black coffee.
"James..." sighs Cilcia, "You're exploiting his amnesia".
"I'd exploit it" replies Bish, "We can train him into an elite... then we can revive the Militia... And we can push the IMC back like he wanted".
"I'm not sure if that's a good thing" frowns Yang, "Make him an elite?".
"You know? Ice Cold Killer?" smiles Bish.
"I'm not Ice Cold" frowns Kyle, "I'm a glacier" before he looks away.
"Sub-Conscious Kyle strikes again" comments Cilcia.
"What?" asks the trio in unison, "He has amnesia... he shouldn't be able to respond like his normal self".
"His main memories are gone" sighs Cilcia, "But his sub-conscious is just... Him, with or without history, it's him... so...".
"She's correct" nods Bish, "The Sub-Conscious seems to remain unaffected in this case".
"So he still makes his remarks without trying..." sighs MacAllan, "And here I thought I was going to enjoy the new him".
"You're an asshole MacAllan" frowns Yang.
"Hey! It's just he's great and all... but this is nice too!" before the two ladies begin arguing against the two men.
Meanwhile, our Amnesiac is silently staring at his reflection in his coffee.
"Make him an elite".
Make him into a weapon of mass destruction to defeat an enemy he doesn't even know about?
That seems a little extreme, and can they even do that to him? Make him into the ultimate soldier?
A man without memory, and they plan to exploit him to become the weapon they need.
That seems bad, although it is for the better of whatever cause they're fighting for. Should he like the idea?
He feels like he should, atleast that's his gut feeling, but his rationality is screaming not to. But why not?
Their cause can be corrupt.
That is true, but this is more than fighting for a cause. He understands that the war is not over, despite of a faction's defeat. Something big is going to happen, and he's about to be pulled into the storm.
But, that storm has yet to come, and time is plenty for his preparation. He has time, and his memories linger in the universe.
Speaking of memories.
He notices something recurring in his dreams. They seem like very short snippets of his life. He recognized it when he was making his way to the base. Whenever he dreams, it's related with him, no matter how small, no matter how big.
But, right now, he needs to finish up this coffee, and listen to MacAllan and the others.
Kyle's Lost Memories, IMC Recruitment
"Hello there Young man!" greets a strange man.
It drew Kyle's attention instantly.
An IMC Pilot's Uniform. The same face.
It was unmistakable.
The Legendary, Hyumu Hellsing had just called Kyle over.
"Yes?" nods Kyle calmly.
"You look like you have potential!" smiles Hellsing calmly, "Why not invest your ability into the IMC's Private Army? Please take a read of this pamphlet!" as he hands over a small pamphlet to Kyle.
He opens it calmly as he took a read.
'Hey there Candidate!
Our Selected IMC Representative sees Potential in you! This is fantastic! We need more people with any sort of Potential to join...
The INTER-STELLAR MINING CORPORATION'S Defence Force!
YOU, can enlist today! Become the Hero that you've always dreamed off as a child! Fight for the IMC, ensure the Future of the Universe!
Enlistment may be tough, but the spirit of competition is more than enough to pull you through! The pay is great as you go up, and your priviliges increase too! Take the following for example!'.
He stops reading there, shrugging, "Not really interested...".
"That's not the attitude you should have!" smirks Hellsing, "Maybe if you join... You can become as great as me!".
"I'd be better than you" smirks Kyle calmly in turn.
Hellsing doesn't take it nicely, "Do you know how hard I worked to get here... Boy?".
"Nope" replies Kyle, "Can't be hard... IMC is a mining corporation... Not some Military Force".
Oh, how wrong he was then.
"Think you can do better?" smirks Hellsing.
"Leagues better" assures Kyle, "I'd have the Universe on it's Knees before me".
"Then why not prove it? Enlist in the IMC!" smiles Hellsing.
"I had a feeling we'd go in a circle" sighs Kyle.
Just then, a beautiful girl strides up to Kyle, "Hey... What're you looking at?".
"You!" smiles Hellsing as he points to Cilcia, "You also have potential! Join the IMC Defense Force Today!".
"That's what I've been looking at" replies Kyle.
Cilcia smiles mischieviously, "Wanna join it?".
"Do you want to?" replies Kyle, "It's dangerous and all... but I know IMC Professions get paid well".
"Fuck it" shrugs Cilcia, "Can be fun... And we wanted to do something instead of getting some boring jobs anyway".
"Alright" shrugs Kyle, "Sure, we'll sign up".
"Excellent!".
Back to the Present, Kyle's Personal Quarters
MacAllan had left a manilla envelope for him, and a note reading, 'We need Military Strength to bring back the Militia. I've managed to get some pictures of various planets outside of the mapped Universe. I need you to point out which ones MIGHT have life on 'em.
At this point, any life form can be of help. Don't ask what I'm planning, I just know this is crucial for our success. When you're done, drop by the Hyper-Relay, Will you?'.
Sighing, he opens the envelope and pulls out a huge stack of papers.
Pulling out one at random, he brought out the Hologram-Reader.
Inserting the Paper into the Hologram-Reader, it formulated a 3d figure of the planet, complete with details to the cloud patterns and orbitting objects. They're not helping with regaining memories, but, his job should come first, he needs to get the Militia on track.
Hyper-Relay, Twenty Hours Later
Exhausted.
That's what Kyle is right now.
His eyes are droopy, his hand is shaking as he stumbled into the Relay.
MacAllan was busy organizing Staff at the Relay.
Kyle announces his quiet entry, "MacAllan...".
"Finished?" asks MacAllan as he swiftly spins around.
"Yeah..." sighs Kyle, "Two Possible Life-Harboring Planets... And There's a Stray Ship floating in Dead-Space... Near a Pulsar".
"Oh... Good" nods MacAllan as he looks at the three papers Kyle handed back, "We'll investigate the things later. Right now we have an IMC Supply Convoy cutting nearby".
"How are we going to investigate it?" asks Kyle curiously, "I don't recall you having access to a Space Cruiser".
"We have one in a remote location" explains MacAllan, "We hide it somewhere else so that the IMC can't easily locate it".
"Okay..." nods Kyle.
"Good... Now head to the Armory... Yang and Cilcia will be waiting" smiles MacAllan.
Armory, 2 Minutes Later
Sheepishly walking in, Two Females have their backs turned to him, standing infront of their lockers and getting their equipment on. His locker was just given to him by MacAllan, who provided a keycode for it.
The locker was inbetween Yang and Cilcia, who were getting dressed. He found himself blushing at the situation that he's in.
MacAllan stated the following when he gave a keycode, "Now, Normally we have two different areas for Male and Female Pilots... But with technically no Male Pilots, we also keep Male Grunts' Equipment in the Lockers. With little room for any more additional equipment, I'm giving you the code into Locker #696 in the Female's Armory-Area.
Do Not Worry, I have sent out a notice concerning this. In their should be the equipment we have that once belonged to you. And Don't be surprised about what you might end up seeing, it's the Female's Area, normally no males are allowed, and all peekers are harshly prosecuted. You're exempted from prosecution due to your situation.".
The two women in the room were only in their undergarments, bras & panties.
Cilcia was wearing all black, the common-fetish for any man, and one of the more stylish preferances for her.
Yang was wearing all yellow, her personal favourite color.
Without the Military Fatigues and what not to block their true body physique, he took a good look due to his instincts.
Cilcia and Yang were the definition for Women.
These two were the cream of the crop, the pride of the human race and women.
Two very well-developed ladies, personalities of gold, and yet, they're soldiers in a battle that was declared over, yet not truly over.
Cilcia Romana.
Darker-Shade of Luscious Blonde Hair, a face of pure beauty and excellence. A face with perfect symmetry, a face with a smile that made hearts flutter and jump. A body that is well-endowed with bust, a body that holds strength that surpasses many men.
An incredibly voluptuous body, with more curves that a race-way. A set of breasts that most men dream of from a woman, nice & plump. A 'rear' that both showed incredible libido & strength.
Yet, she was a virgin. Most women with such incredible attributes would've had sex by now, and married to some rich man, No?
But, Cilcia was raised quite well by our amnesiac, Kyle Wasser. Taught not to put out, taught to be independent. And thus, in return for his hard-work, Kyle would be provided with her heart, which she has placed out in the open for him to snatch up whenever he would like to.
Yang Xiao Long.
Rich, Golden Blonde Hair, a face of incredible confidence, beauty, and text-book example for perfection. A face of perfect symmetry, a smile that was casual, yet heart-capturing. Lilac Eyes that were unique, beautiful, and mesmerizing. A body that is incredibly-developed with bust, and a body that displayed strength that rivals near Kyle's own.
An amazing, voluptuous body, with more curves than the coast of any mass of land. A set of breasts that is desired by men everywhere, one that causes men to lean forward awkwardly to hide their embarrasing hard-on. A 'rear' that displayed her sexual prowess (libido) & her incredible strength.
Yet, she is a girl holding onto her flowers. She's such a party girl, loving alcohol and what not, but she's still a virgin, strange. She's raised well by her parents despite of her behaviour, and Ruby's innocence helped her moderate herself.
And this girl has fallen in love with the man whose past is forgotten, Kyle Wasser. The Grunt that looked out for her back in the IMC. The Grunt that spared her life in his escape. The Grunt that helped her in battle, and helped in her titan's repairs. A Sweet Girl like Yang couldn't resist him after the surgery, but was never quite able to thank him fully and/or confess to him since he entered a coma following his surgery.
He blinks twice, and seems to snap out of his instincts. Bringing out the palms of his hand, he looked at 'em with curiousity.
Is this really him? Is this really his life?
Is this truly what he's deserved? Two Women in love with him, but without the memories of it happening?
It's strange, and it hurts to not know his work, but, he needs to work for his past. Yes, this is a test of some kind. Something that the Universe wants him to succeed.
But, this can't be about him. It wouldn't make sense. There's trillions of other people for the user to choose. But it chose him.
His moment of philosophy ends when Yang suddenly giggles.
"Huh? Is something funny?" asks Cilcia instantly as she turns to Yang, mid-way in clipping her bra.
"Oh... Nothing" smiles Yang as she leans into her locker, "It's funny to think that Kyle went from Confident into a Bitch".
"Hey..." frowns Cilcia.
"I don't seriously mean Bitch" smiles Yang as she leans back out, "I'm talking about how he's scared and lost... It's cute!".
"Oh..." realizes Cilcia before she smiles, "I guess it's kinda cute too... But I feel bad for him".
He didn't like hearing pity, that's just his nature.
"It's alright" suddenly speaks up Kyle as he nervously walks to his locker, opening it to reveal various weapons and armor that was once his.
Cilcia squeaks in surprise as she took a step back nervously, a red shade slipping onto her face as she nervously asks, "K-Kyle? W-What are you doing here?".
"Didn't you get the notification?" asks Yang curiously as she pulls on her bra slightly, "He got this locker because they don't have any left in the guy's area".
"Oh... Right..." sighs Cilcia in relief, "You scared me!".
"I'm sorry..." sheepishly replies Kyle as he pokes his fingers nervously.
"See? He's cute!" smiles Yang as she grabs her woodland, MCOR Drabs.
"It's fine..." sighs Cilcia as she reaches into her locker, pulling out her own MCOR drabs.
The conversation dies down as Kyle began to strip off his clothing to get into the other set of equipment. As Kyle was left in his boxers, unsure to be embarrassed, Yang whistles flirtatiously.
"Now I'm wondering if you're packing meat" smiles Yang flirtatiously.
"Huh?" asks Kyle cluelessly.
Cilcia turns red at the comment, "Yang... Don't... Kyle... Ignore her".
"Why are you blushing?".
"Cilcia's also thinking about it" winks Yang.
"I don't get it..." replies Kyle.
"Kyle... Lower your boxers" orders Yang.
"... Okay?" unsuredly and obediently nods Kyle as he slowly grabs onto his boxers.
"No!" orders Cilcia.
"Okay?" nods Kyle as his hands go back.
"Goddamnit Yang!" sighs Cilcia, "I might like him, but I don't want to see his junk!".
Kyle blushes systematically and quietly as he shrinks down, allowing Cilcia and Yang to look at one another.
"Nah~ You know you want to see it" winks Yang, "I do!".
"You're such a pervert" remarks Cilcia as she slips on her long-sleeved MCOR Uniform.
"It's just a healthy sex-drive" winks Yang.
Kyle is already dressed. Short-Sleeved Woodlands MCOR Uniform, with Woodlands Long Pants. He leans in to grab a ballistics vest.
Yang comments, "Aw~ Kyle... I was enjoying that".
"I'm sorry..." apologizes Kyle, "I thought MacAllan might be waiting... so I got dressed".
"Oh shit... Right" nods Yang as she quickly begins to slip on her Long-Sleeved Uniform, "He was talking about some IMC Supply Run cutting nearby... and it was our chance to steal some supplies".
The Gates
"All geared up?" asks MacAllan as the trio comes jogging to the gates.
"Geared and Ready" smiles Yang as she gives the thumbs-up.
"Good" nods MacAllan, "The Convoy's just making it back now... Open the Gates!".
"Opening!" yells a grunt in the towers as the gates comes crashing down, to show a herd of approximately four different humvees making their way to the base at a quick pace.
The vehicles quickly roll into the base, throwing up mud and dirt as they grind to a halt in the circle, the doors slamming open as the cheering of the occupants was audible. "We fucking got 'em!" cheers from inside.
"IMC Outpost FUCKED!".
"Hell Yeah! That was awesome!".
The Occupants begin to quickly flood out.
"Outpost Secured!" smiles a blonde woman as she walks out, "Rock!".
"Stacy's back..." comments Cilcia quietly.
"Hey! MacAllan! You should've seen what I did! I totally blew up a titan!" smiles Ruby happily as she hops out, waving her hand to MacAllan, who was jogging over.
"The Operation was Successful" nods Weiss calmly as she steps out of the vehicle, "The Outpost has been decommisioned".
"It was an efficient attack" nods Lee as she calmly steps out.
'Totally Kicked ALL THE ASS!" smiles Jaune happily.
"And we are IMC-Free" smiles Pyrrha.
"Alright! Alright!" smiles MacAllan, "Head on to the cafeteria! You all deserve a reward!".
"YEAH!" as they ran for the cafeteria.
MacAllan turns to them quickly, yelling to Yang, "Get moving! I'll give you additional orders once you're in the ship!".
"Got it!" shouts Yang before he enters the cafeteria.
"Let's get moving" sighs Cilcia
"What vehicle are we taking?" asks Kyle curiously.
"We're taking this bad boy!" smiles Yang as she climbs into the humvee closest to the gate, "Pack in buddy!".
Kyle takes the backseats as Cilcia takes the passenger seat.
Kyle takes their mission equipment and stacks it in the empty trunk-area, quickly settling in the middle of the back as he leans forward, "So...".
"Wanna fuck?" smiles Yang as she looks at him with a teasing smile.
"E-Excuse me?" asks Kyle in surprise, a blush quickly turning his face crimson as he leaned back.
"Yang..." sighs Cilcia.
"Right Right" giggles Yang, "I'm kidding!".
"O-Okay..." nods Kyle in understanding before he watches them drive out of the gates quickly, the large metal door slamming shut behind them as Yang makes a left turn, starting their journey to the ship.
Cilcia adjusts in her seat to look back to Kyle, "So... Kyle... Any after effects from the coma?".
"I-I don't think it's anything big..." replies Kyle unsuredly, "I just have a migraine... but other than that... it's been acceptable".
"That's good to hear" smiles Cilcia politely, "Is there anything you've had a problem about?".
"I wouldn't consider it a problem" replies Kyle, "Rather a question".
"Which is?".
"Why does Yang suggest so many indecent acts to me?" asks Kyle, "I understand I may have suffered from amnesia... but I don't recall you mentioning about us having a some sort of romantic relationship".
"I already told you I like you" reminds Yang.
"She... She's really... Flirty..." trails Cilcia unsuredly, "I think it's best to say she's perverted".
"I just have a healthy sex-drive" smiles Yang.
"Please stop saying that" sighs Cilcia.
"Actually..." interrupts Kyle, "She might be correct... at our age, we have recently cleared puberty, and due to the, Hormonal Change may induce an increased desire to procreate".
"Stop talking like a nerd" comments Yang, "Speak cool... I liked how you talk before".
"I do not understand...".
"You didn't talk like this" replies Cilcia, "You used to sound more like Yang... except you know how to be serious".
"I sounded like Yang?" asks Kyle in surprise, "I must apologize, was I an annoying individual?".
"Not really..." trails Cilcia, "You were more of a fake-impression kinda guy... You acted like a dick to people who made assumptions... but then you explain yourself... so you're kind of a nice guy?" as she scratches her hair.
"Um... I don't think I'm catching on".
"Th-That's alright" replies Cilcia, "Just know you'll remember in time".
"According to the Medic, I won't be regaining memories fr...".
"The Medic's wrong... Alright?" frowns Cilcia, "I'm going to make sure you can remember everything by the time this war ends... Your parents will go nuts if they find out you have amnesia".
"My parents?" asks Kyle.
"Yeah... Your mom and Dad" nods Cilcia, "You're paying for their lives at this point pretty much... You filled their bank accounts with money... and they would live off it... you also like to visit them every month".
"I do?" asks Kyle, "Woah... I love them...".
"You do" shrugs Cilcia, "But... enough about your parents for now... MacAllan? What's the game plan?".
"Board the Ship" replies MacAllan over the radio, "Go in hard and fast, clear out the Communications Deck first".
"Okie Dokie!" smiles Yang before she shuts off the radio, "God his plans are lame...".
"I know right?" smiles Cilcia.
"Actually, his plans seem to be quite straight forward and...".
"SHUT UP ROBOT".
"Please Refrain from calling me a Robot, Yang" sighs Kyle as he leans back, "I'm a human...".
"You talk like a robot" remarks Yang, "You're Kyle 0.99, the Beta version of Kyle 1.0".
"You're quite rude if I may add" frowns Kyle in return.
"Don't listen to her Kyle" sighs Cilcia, "She's just teasing you".
"But it's vexing to listen to he..".
"I know..." sighs Cilcia, "Just... try getting some sleep, okay? That should help with the after effects from your coma".
"O-Okay... If you advise me to..." as he willingly lays his head down.
With our Forgetful Hero attempting to sleep, the driving towards th distant outpost becomes more peaceful.
12 Minutes Later
With the quiet breathing entering the atmosphere, it became quite clear Kyle had fallen asleep as Cilcia had told him to. "He's too easy... "comments Yang.
"Huh?" blurts out Cilcia as she turns her face to Yang, stopping her bored stare out the window.
"He's so much easier to order around now" comments Yang before she drops her casual smile, "If the CEO gets a hold of him... I think it'll be trouble... He doesn't remember a damn thing, so he'll trust anyone".
"That's true... Isn't it?" sighs Cilcia as she leans back, "Man... It's always Kyle with the problems...".
"I feel kinda bad for him" shrugs Yang as she turns the car along the mud trail, "It's like the Universe is out to bite his ass".
"Isn't that how it's always been with normal people too?" smiles Cilcia jokingly.
"That's true isn't it?" smiles Yang as the two girls happily giggle.
"Now that I think about it.." trails Cilcia, "It feels more like he's a tool at this point...".
"What?" asks Yang in mild surprise.
"I feel like Kyle's a tool" replies Cilcia worriedly, "MacAllan seems to be treating him as some super weapon. I feel like this is a Kangaroo Court of some type. It's like they make Kyle feel like a regular guy, but in reality he's a weapon for us" as she looks over her shoulder to Kyle.
Who was still peacefully sleeping in the back like a child.
"...", Yang grew silent as the theory hits her.
It seemed like a legitimate theory. Kyle has been nothing more than a confused 'Knight' piece on the 'Chessboard' that is the Frontier War. He's been forced into the two seperate factions at different times. From Voluntary Swapping to Neurological Manipulation, it seemed like his ultimate 'faction' goes unknown.
And because of all the confusion occuring with Kyle, and how the 'true faction' for him is unknown, the Universe decided to eliminate his memories to witness him truly dedicate himself to a faction.
Maybe he's the chess piece that gets the checkmate.
But Yang speaks, "That feels a little strange now that you mentioned it".
"It does" nods Cilcia as she looks out the window, "I don't like how MacAllan's been... It's like he's trying to restart the war...".
"Isn't that a good thing? We have Kyle back now... You know... 'Master Tactician?', 'Hellsing's Counter?'".
"No, Don't misunderstand me!" replies Cilcia, "It's good that we're getting another chance... and It's great that Kyle's back and all... But It's just that the war doesn't feel the same anymore".
"Are you sure it isn't just because of Kyle's condition?" asks Yang, "I'll be honest... I'm a little psyched out because he's so different...".
"Maybe that's it..." nods Cilcia in agreement, "I just have a bad feeling about this war...".
"Don't we all?".
2 Hours Later, Grid Point, Alpha-Sierra 4-2
"There's the ship" points out Yang.
A Blue IMC Transport was slowly making it's way in their general direction.
"Shut Down Everything" orders Kyle, "That'll make them attempt to board us to investigate".
"Good thinking" nods Cilcia as she begins to slam down all the switches, turning off the auxilairy power units, shutting off life support, shutting down practically everything save for Artificial Gravity.
The Ship attempts to make radio contact, which causes the ship to automatically turn on it's transceiver, "This is the IMS Transporter Model 54 Zulu... You are in a Restricted Area... Identify Yourself".
"...", Kyle quietly slips over towards the door, his Hammond in hand as Cilcia quietly follows after, and Yang takes a peek over from the glass in the cockpit.
"This is your final warning... Failure to Respond will result in Boarding and Arrest" warns the ship.
Kyle quickly takes position right in the doorway, training his pistol at the door carefully as Cilcia follows his lead, holding up her SMG in accordance.
"We are boarding" frowns the IMS before it's signal cuts out, followed by the ship vibrating lightly, signalling their attachment.
"Alright... Here we go" smirks Cilcia.
"Do not allow them to break off" orders Kyle to Yang, "I'll try my best to capture prisoners".
"No Prisoners" frowns Cilcia, "Shoot 'em all".
"But...".
The door opens, and three IMC Grunts stood in the doorway, their R101C Carbines lowered in a peaceful manner.
Their eyes widen in quick realization of the duo infront of them.
They quickly stumble as they rush to raise their weapons. Kyle's hand twitches on it's own accord, before pulling on the trigger twice, causing the weapon to fire two loud shots at the men.
Two Grunts drop, a small trail of crimson gently slipping down their forehead as their deceased corpse ceased all life functions.
Cilcia takes out the remaining grunt with a clean, precise shot to the chest, lodging the bullet into the major artery near the heart, and piercing the lung as the man fell back, dropping his weapon and holding his chest in agony as he quickly bled out.
Kyle shook his head in quick surprise before his body quickly kicks into motion, standing up and running onto the ship fearlessly. His mind goes blank as his unbeatable battle-instincts take over his body, causing him to move on his accord.
Cilcia breaks off the left, heading for the cache that they were after.
He was heading for the Command Deck, to make sure that the ship does not escape or send a distress signal.
As he turns the corner, one of the Commanding Officer's fires his B3 in a panic-struck fury, causing the bullet to graze Kyle's left shoulder quickly as he cocked back the hammer of the B3 to fire another shot.
However, despite of the fact that most would fall back in surprise, his body simply raised the handgun, before firing with ease. The shot proved fatal as the small caliber struck the man's left eye, gouging it out as a clear spray of a viscous fluid goes into the hall, followed by a pain-filled groan.
The man dropped onto a knee, his right eye rolling back up nto his head as the small, deflated-balloon that was his eye fell back into his hallow head, followed by the corpse falling back quietly. He could hear the panicking taps of the Officer's up ahead.
They're trying to make contact for help.
His legs increase the striding as he finds himself diving into the control panel, where one of the officer's was attempting to find the radio signal for the IMC Fleet. His body flops onto the touch-table, causing the machine to register a million simultaneous taps, confusing the OS as it began to glitch.
One of the Grunts quickly reaches for the closest Shotguns.
The Admin Officer reached for his B3 Wingman.
Another IMC Grunt appears from the other corner, weapon already raised.
His Handgun goes straight for the Officer, firing once as the shot lands into the man's neck, ripping apart the fleshy, pink mass that was the thyroid, and lodging the metal caliber into the major artery carrying blood to the brain.
He watched as time seemed to slow, watching as the graceful spray of crimson droplets soar through the ship, headed straight for his face. The droplets seemed to give off light from the stars as they glided around him, hitting his clothing repeatedly as the Officer held his neck in agony, dropping onto a knee.
He fires once more systematically, sending a bullet across the deck, slamming it into the head of the Grunt reaching for his shotgun. The body's head jerked from the bullet, slamming the helmet into the wall as the visors cracked from the impact, followed by the body lifelessly dropping.
That leaves the grunt with the rifle.
The Grunt fires in a frenzy, sending a hail of bullets through the deck, narrowly missing Kyle on several occassions as the bullet merely graze his uniform. Kyle quickly positions his arm and fires, sending a bullet into the madman's head with ease.
The corpse simply fell back, banging it's head against the wall and sliding down and slamming into the ground, leaving a trail of crimson in it's wake.
He could feel his heart pound, but oddly enough, it kept quite a stable pace, despite of all the action he just blew through in the past 30 seconds. But then his bodily sensations return to normal, and various areas of his body began to let out a hot, burning sensation.
He checked the closest burning sensation he felt.
He pulled the sleeve down on the his right arm, staring at his arm as he realized why he felt the sensations.
The grazing of the bullets managed to rip through one of his skin layers, effectively causing some minor bleeding as the heat from the bullet must've also burned onto the wound, and his body was registering the pain then.
However, he found himself unable to complain, as he felt the sensations as familiar.
Has he ever been shot before?
He must've, he was a soldier in some Galactical War prior to Amnesia.
But this was a nice thrill for him.
He actually enjoyed that as he found himself laughing like a moron.
He was laughing as he fell off the control panel, landing face-down on the ground as he continued to laugh happily. He had a really good time.
Cilcia quickly ran in, sliding over one of the terminals and landing infront of him, causing her boot to land infront of his eyes as she nearly jumps upon seeing, "Oh shit! Kyle?".
Kyle laughs, "Oh... That was much too fun despite of my dangerous actions" as he rolls to face upwards, "Cilcia... Why is this so fun?".
"You loved shooting" smiles Cilcia as she found herself smiling at the sight of a happy Kyle, "Come on... Let's override the A.I and take this ship back to the Outpost".
"Ahahah~" smiles Kyle as he continues to laugh, only causing Cilcia to giggle softly as she steps over him, beginning to work on a terminal as Kyle laid underneath her, still laughing his lungs out in an unsure joy.
Cilcia smiles in amusement as she quickly got to work on overriding the programmed AI.
It proved a simple deletion of source files for this particular AI, making it a brief hack as she quickly began to depart from Yang's ship.
She contacts Yang, "Ship Secured... Let's head on back".
"Yeah!".
2 Hours Later, On the Way back to Base
Kyle suddenly realizes something, "Wait... what was part of the cargo we left behind for the pick-up crew?".
"They were shipping some titans" smiles Cilcia, "It was going to be used... So we decided that we could always use that equipment".
"Titans?" asks Kyle, 'I'm not sure if I'm familiar with the terminology".
"Don't worry" smiles Yang, "You'll know it when you start working with one".
"A-Alright.." nods Kyle in understanding as he leans back, "If I may ask... What was my position prior to my Coma?".
"W-What do you mean?" asks Yang in surprise.
"What was my rank in the faction?".
"You were a Pilot" replies Cilcia.
"Is it a little bit more specific?".
"Well..." trails Yang, "It's kinda weird... You were different ranks in the IMC and MCOR".
"You were a Pilot for the IMC..." trails Cilcia, "And You're like... a Pilot-Commander of somekind? I don't know, MacAllan can probably explain it better".
"Oh... Understood" nods Kyle.
"You're so obedient~" smiles Yang, "Kyle~ Come to my quarters at 9:30 Sharp~".
"Don't listen to her" frowns Cilcia, "But in all seriousness, Kyle... I want you to stop by my Quarters after Dinner... I have something important for you".
"Oh... Okay..." nods Kyle in understanding.
"It'll help with the amnesia... I promise".
"Why are you so concerned about my amnesia... I am still here technically... So why the hastle with the amnesia?".
"..., Kyle... There's just somethings that you don't understand... No matter how smart you are... Trust me... I know what I'm doing... Okay?".
"O-Okay...".
"Cilcia's totally going to bang you".
"Yang! Stop ruining the seriousness!".
"Yang? Why do you always comment such indecent things?".
"Because, I have a Healthy Sex Drive!".
