Disclaimer: I do not own Hyperdimension Neptunia or Mass Effect. Both belong to their respective owners. Same applies with any other obvious character and their respective series.
With the exception of OCs.
Chap is rated R for references: At this point I wonder if any of you wonder if there are any at all.
Enjoy!
Metal clangs on metal, feet stomping, roars echoing as the ancient scent of blood filled the air. Still present even after all these centuries, the memories never fade.
It was home...his home.
Wrex opened his eyes then scanned his surroundings, an old ancient arena that seen better days. Pillars fallen and broken, sand covering just about everything. Once used by his people as means for entertainment and glory, now crumbling into dust and can soon break away into nothing.
Pretty much home...his people as well, but not with him here.
"So you're actually here! Alone and unarmed!" The Battlemaster turns to see six other Krogan walking up to him. Heavily armed with a backup of twenty and two Tomkah transports not far behind. "Either you have the biggest quad imaginable or are very stupid. Urdont Wrex!"
Wrex simply narrowed his eyes.
Been about five or so months after arriving back home, kicked his brother's ass off the Warlord throne on the first day, then got to work.
"You've been busy, Kra'fenix!" Another Chief spoke up growling. "Taking territories from other clans, killing the warriors and taking the females with their children into your clan!"
Kra'fenix...Monster, Murderer, Slayer, Demon, it holds many meanings in their tongue, most negative. Both an insult and a means to drive fear/drive into the hearts of young whelps to be strong in the days before the rebellions. He remembers such words when he was that age...fitting in a way. It has another meaning...one practically forgotten by most...
The Battlemaster rolled his eyes, to be fair he did try to reach out peacefully to some of those clans. Five of them did, as he expected, the stupid thing and attack him because his clan was a bit smaller...or some other stupid reason. It didn't take long to end the clan leaders and their main support, by himself, though it was hardly fun.
His new abilities made it too easy...plus their chiefs were shit fighters almost not worth killing...that or it's much worse...he's been feeling...desensitized. That 'fight' with her was something he never experienced...making any other fight almost feel like a chore.
A pain since he really loves a good fight, and what could've been good fights even with his current abilities were almost...boring.
Still, news of those dead chiefs got a lot of attention...almost too much, but enough for other levelheaded clans to start aligning with him. Which was drawing the attention of the more...'warlike' of the chiefs...and they decided to align with each other against him. And they just so happen to be a few of the larger clans on the planet. Outnumbering his alliance by two to one.
Surprisingly they haven't out right attack his alliance, though it's because they're scared little pyjaks. They won't admit it openly, but they definitely heard stories of his abilities, which has been echoing across Tuchanka like wild fire. Though with the risk of war spreading through out the entire planet, which would counter the point of what he's there for. As well as waste precious time, the Battlemaster decided a more simple approach to deal with them.
"And you have the nerve to call us here," One Clan leader barred his teeth as he pulls out a shotgun. "A Tra'sha, a direct challenge on all of the Chiefs of this alliance!"
Tra'sha, an old tradition, a means for a chief to honorably challenge another directly in single combat. But that was rarely done, as every time it happens both chiefs bring back up. This turns into a standard shootout, abandoning the point of the tradition.
The other chiefs take out their weapons and were ready to charge.
"Even if I don't want to," Wrex finally speaks, rolling his shoulders before slowly flexing his fingers. "Short on time here, so I'm going to ask you this once. Join in an Alliance with Clan Urdont and the other clans, or be left as spare Varren meat."
As pointless as it seems, his time limit is almost up. While in five months he's managed to gain a little over a dozen clans to join him. Admittedly impressive on its own, he'd rather gain as much as possible, doesn't know what she is planning to do once she get's here.
So he needs as many Krogan with him as possible...then that chance...
The chiefs roared as they opened fire and Wrex could only roll his eyes as mass accelerated rounds peck at him.
Might as well try to make this fun...
The stinging stops as he dashes to the side then charges, the chiefs stop firing as he was on them in seconds. He headbutts one to the ground, kicks another back, then biotically pushes one onto their back. The other three chiefs fired their weapons, but missed as Wrex jumps in the air over and lands behind the chiefs.
The Battlemaster huffs as he holds out his arm, mentally making a pick from his inventory. He feels the familiar weight of his Geardum blade as he points the blade at the chiefs. All before giving a small smirk...
They couldn't roar or scream as he slashes in a wide angle, slicing one chief's head off, then slashing at another's chest in a deep lethal cut before cutting the third's arm off. All three fall as he jumps once more and brings his blade down on the other chiefs firing at him.
His blade easily pierced through one chief and the ground below, forcing the Battlemaster to use his foot as leverage as he pulls the blade out. Then unceremoniously kicks the dead chief aside...
Three dead, three still alive...
"Don't stand there fire!" The chief with the missing arm roared as he fires his weapon at Wrex. Who simply threw his Geardum blade at the chief, sending him flying into a wall and sticking into it. Hanging limply as blood covered the pristine blade.
"About time..." Wrex muttered as in the corner in his eye, he sees the small army of Krogan and the Tomkah approaching.
Not wasting any time he bioitically charges to his Geardum blade and quickly pulls it out, letting the dead chief fall. He swings once in the air to get out most of the blood, then sets his sights on the approaching army. With the last two chiefs trying to rally for another chance to attack.
This might actually get a little fun...
Sparks appear on his blade before it bursts into flames, increasing the heat around him as well as the area. Slowly the flames cover his arms, then create a pattern that goes over his head crest. Unbeknownst to the Krogan, there was a faint orange glow in his eyes.
He smiles as the small army stops then stare at his new appearance for a second, leaving themselves open. Charging head first he holds out his blade then slams it into the ground, a wave of fire rushes at the first four. He launches a fire ball from his blade as they scream, hitting two more.
He biotically pushes back two that tried to charge him then bluntly swipes another and slashes one's leg. He slams the blade down again to cover the ones that charged at him in flames then faces the rest.
Ten stood in his way while the remaining chiefs fell back to the Tomkahs. They fired at him, making him bring up his blade for cover. As the mass accelerated rounds bounce off the weapon, Wrex quickly looked at his HP and SP.
He was at seventy-five percent Health, while his SP was steadily decreasing below seventy percent. He'll need to end this fast or he'll waste some items he brought with him, and he only has a few.
Huffing to himself, the fire dies from the blade as more rounds start pecking a him. The remaining Krogan were coming closer, and into range. He channels a good chunk of his SP, then felt the air chill. In seconds, with a short radius of twelve feet, the area is covered in a flash freeze, trapping five by their legs and arms. While the rest intelligently backed up.
Wrex smiled as ice slowly covered the blade, extending it by a couple of feet, while spikes protrude from his arms and shoulder pads. The five that are still active started firing at him again, lining up just right. Biotically landing in front of them, he swings then spins his ice covered blade, hitting all five with the flat end of the frozen blade.
He runs to the remaining two chiefs then rolls to the side as the Tomkahs fired their weaponry. Not wanting to lose anymore HP, the Krogan increased his pace then runs at the armored vehicle. Raising his blade to use as a shield he then jumps and slashes the turret of one of the Tomkahs, cutting it in half.
Using the first one as a platform, he jumps onto the other one before walking up to the other turret. It didn't have time to turn as he simply and easily stabs through it. As the frozen blade sinks into the metal, the Battlemaster glances down at the chiefs. Whom held various expressions, mostly rage but there was traces of fear in their eyes.
Smirking he removes the blade and lands in front of the chiefs. They raise their weapons but couldn't squeeze the trigger fast enough as the ice covered blade spun. Their heads landing on the ground a second later.
Breathing heavily, Wrex nodded at his handy work as the ice melts and drips onto the ground along with the blood that covered it. Turning, he faces the survivors...most were injured but now standing and alive, serious burns from fire or ice or cuts on them but treatable.
They all look at him, expecting him attack.
"Your Chiefs are dead," The Battlemaster announced making them pause, his voice echoing the ancient arena's remaining walls and stands. "You can keep fighting and die like them..."
"Or follow me..." He narrows his eyes as he held out his fist. "And regain the lost glory and honor of the Krogan!"
Seconds past then a minute, until one by one, the remaining Krogan roar then raise their fists in allegiance to the Battlemaster.
In response, he holds up his Geardum blade and it was soon followed by chanting.
"Urdont! Urdont! Urdont!"
"Kra'fenix! Kra'fenix! Kra'fenix!"
The name of his clan and the ancient insult resonated among the remaining Krogan.
Wrex glance to the side as he willed his blade back into his inventory. His HP was almost at fifty percent, while his SP was thirty percent, had he been hit anymore than actual wounds would've appeared on his body. Nothing like a good rest and some ryncol to bring it back up. The drink does give decent stat boosts too...
With those chiefs dead, their territories will now go to his alliance to be shared evenly. Along with the females and children seeking protection and the warriors that want to join. With that, the added total of clans following will soon increase to twenty, more than enough to entice other clans to follow. While weeding out or making any more aggressive 'warlike' clans hesitant.
Twenty clans, largest amount together that hasn't been seen for centuries, that will gain a lot of attention. Mainly that damn Council's, and their peace keeping forces, if they start getting nervous...if they see any 'reason'...
He can't have that happen, he'll keep his people in line, until the deadline is reached. Then after that...a real chance, unlike other chiefs, he won't be stupid to go and attack the Council out of vengeance. The genophage still runs in their veins, they won't survive a dragged out war...the Council will finish what they started millennia ago.
Yet, he has the distinct feeling that she...that Plutia won't let that happen, and a strange shiver in his spine follows it.
'Anew'...that was the forgotten meaning of the word Kra'fenix. To rise again from nothing, stronger than before...what he was doing, what his people, the Krogan, will soon do once again.
Chuckling, he motions the Krogan to follow him, intent on returning home and plan his next move.
...
Little did the old Battlemaster know, his actions will set forth another stone.
A stone that carries forth the desired goal...
While that possibly awesome fight wrapped up, another thing was being dealt with else where. Specifically in the Gear Regalia, Planeptune's technical advance super-carrier, as it was orbiting the new colony of Eden Prime.
Like the other Capital ships, it held an area that was meant to the candidate's quarters/sanctuary. But as described several chapters ago, it is the main outfitting center for Geardums. However there is a small place the candidate uses for privacy and functions as her quarters aboard the ship.
And soon, she'll learn something surprising.
...
Within the once private sanctuary, numerous repair hangers, overheads and scaffold like structures dot the area. The sounds of metal and gears moving regularly hummed, as the sounds of Geardums move in and out. Various Geardums were being checked for maintenance or being upgraded. Some were also being painted, while being held from the scaffolds.
Some distance away from the outfitting center proper, was a humble looking building. That was surrounded by various flowers and small trees, with a small river running by it. Behind it was small hanger dwarfing the building, large enough to store up to four Geardums.
This is Nepgear's private quarters, where she sometimes uses to relax, build, or work on a mech. With the former rarely happening, it was sound proof to not bother the candidate from the outfitting center, as well as not bother the outfitting center from any noises from the candidate's hanger. As rumors of odd noises from the hanger sometimes come from the attendants that clean or maintain the area.
Inside her other sisters and Histoire have gathered together to discuss someth-
"WHAT THE GOODNESS!?" The shock voice of the candidate echoes throughout the building. "What do you mean you're not going to the War:Games!?"
"Geez Jr.," Neptune shakes her head as she rubbed her head. "I know you're surprised and all but could've blown our ears out..."
"Neptune..." Histoire warned as she gently massaged the back of her ears.
"I'm sorry," Nepgear apologizes, then shakes her head. "I don't understand, why aren't you going this year!? You always go!"
"Not this time Neppy-Jr." Plutia shook her head as she rubbed her eyes. "We're going to visit Wrexy!"
"Wrexy?" Nepgear blinked. "But he went to...you're going to Tuchanka!? Isn't that in a demilitarized zone, won't the Council be upset if they see you there!?"
"Yeah, gotta plan for that," Neptune nodded as she smirked. "We're on super secret business there, they won't see us cause our sneak will be ONE Hundred!"
"We do hold means of arriving there without being noticed," Histoire 'translates'. "As you know, we have stealth capable ships, though not as efficient as Lastation's."
"But what are you doing over there?" Nepgear asks, obviously still confused.
"It involves the matter Neptune is working on with the other CPUs," The living tome answers, then glances at Neptune. "Which they have decided not to divulged with you or the other candidates for some reason..."
"It's a surprise Histy, the author really wants to make things dramatic!" Neptune folded her arms behind her head. "Besides Nep-Jr. and all the younger sisters are gonna get some needed screen time while me and Plutie do things on the side. Sucks but it's for my little sister so I just can't say no."
"Yeah...screen time for Neppy-Jr.!" Plutia gives a dozy smile as she yawned.
"...Eh?" Said Junior raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head.
"You're this War:Games representative for Planeptune," Histy explains as the Plutia and Nep nodded. "I believe the other nations are following suit as well, as the ending exhibition match will be done by the candidates."
"You mean..."
"Yup, you'll be in charge of everything!" Neptune smiled in a near mischievous manner. "Selections, chance to have dibs on who to challenge, strategy, fighting your friends in front of the galaxy, the whole shebang~"
"Neppy...you sound too happy to have her do all the work..." Plutia somehow says in a near mono/sleepy tone. "Still...good for you~"
"I'm Planeptune's representative..." Nepgear whispered to herself. "I...that's..."
"I understand that this is a bit sudden," Histy brings out a tablet, almost too heavy for her petite body. "But there's little time, you must-"
"Make a selection on which two divisions is competing!" Nepgear practically swiped the tablet from the living tome, who nearly spun in surprise. "Last year it was the UC and Zion divisions but both don't like each other very much, and they had to fight together in a space environment. But they almost lost to Five Lastation fighters, they were piloted by ACES. Five ACES against twenty Geardums, One ACE from Razgriz squadron, another from the LSAF division, one from MerriaGraze. The last two were Ex-Mercenaries code named ONE FIN PIX and LORD DEAMON. The ACES took out seventeen Geardums, and would've won but they ran out of missiles. UC managed to work with Zion despite their fierce rivalry. Plus UC was using two of my babies...ZETA and NU, while Zion had Sazabi..."
"Since it was space battles last year, they might do ground engagements this year, as it goes in a pattern every four years...Ground, sea, air, and space." After that bit of exposition, Neptune and Plutia glance at each other as the candidate started thinking out loud on which divisions to pick. As well as what scenario's might play out...
The two along with Histiore were glad that she took to her new position well and didn't seem as nervous they thought she'd be.
"Wow, she's really into it..." Neptune commented as her sister rabidly scrolled through the tablet, bringing up profiles of divisions and their various pilots. "Like really into it...dang it author, I know she loves this stuff but this is a bit much."
"Mmhm," Plutia nodded then smiled. "She'll be great...and I get to play with Wrexy again!"
"I decided!" Nepgear exclaimed as she held the tablet high, seeming to have stars in her eyes. "If it's against what I think Lastation will use...then these two divisions will be able to fight them!"
"Nepu!? So soon!?"
"Neptune," Said character-
"Hey, I'm the main!"
Said main character became silent as Histiroe spoke then faced the candidate.
"Nepgear," She begins. "Are you sure you've given this some thought, it is serious when selecting divisions that will represent Planeptune as a whole."
"Yes...actually," Nepgear smiled a little in embarrassment. "I...wanted to ask Neptune to pick these divisions, they never been used because they're still new. So...I thought they deserve...a chance to prove themselves."
"Prove themselves?" Histy rose an eyebrow as she took the tablet back, then read it. "Oh, I see now, yes, these divisions have only recently formed, three years in fact. They're using a new model of Geardums, based off the two models you built yourself specifically, with each division using one."
"Wait a second!" Neptune suddenly had a serious face. "Are you talking about that division, the one where Nepgear made googly eyes on one of the-"
"Why do you still say that!?" Nepgear yells in near embarrassment. "It was the way he piloted Barbatos! I don't like him like that! And he's m-married!"
"To two different wo-"
"Neppy..." Plutia gently warned Neptune. "Stop teasing Junior...even if she looks really cute with that blushing face."
"A-anyway," Neptune brushes off the way her other sister said the word 'cute'. "Ya sure on this? Cause once ya commit, there ain't no going back."
Nepgear nods, "Yes."
"Alright then!" The Purple CPU nodded then smiles.
"I'll inform the commanders of each division," Histoire informs as the tablet disappears. "They should have enough time to prepare, and it would be good if you visit them personally before and during the games. To boost their morale when they compete..."
"I was already thinking of visiting..." Nepgear informs as she placed to fingers together. "I wanted to see how they were treating Barbatos and...Bael...I haven't seen them in so long. I hope their new armor is treating them right."
"Ah, the latter being the second Geardum you ever created," Histiore nodded in understanding. "I heard the commander of Gjallarhorn division treats it well, and had consistently upgrades it."
"Well I don't know about ya'll," Neptune stretches her arms. "But this dragging on a bit, and I'm hungry, who wants snacks?"
"Aye..." Plutia raises her hands high, despite her eyes drooping.
"...I suppose lunch is in order," Histy decides as she along with Nep and Plutia leave the room.
Nepgear stared for a second where the three left, then looks out of a nearby window. Outside she sees the outfitting center, then lightly smiles as a memory comes forth.
"Jr come on!" And that was pulled away as Neptune yells for her sister.
"Coming," The candidate calls back as she leaves.
All while the outfitting center continues to provide for various pilots.
Alison yawned then stretches her arms, pulling all-nighters sucked. Though it's a good way to keep getting EXP, the fact is that she really likes to sleep.
"At least I went up ten levels," She mutters to herself . "Now I finally made it to level sixty...though IF's probably seventy by now..."
Currently she is walking by various buildings on her way home, technically Garrus' but they're all roommates! The transition wasn't bad, cause she and Iffy are always on the move world to world. Though she hadn't interacted with the other two much for the past six months, always got up early and left before they did. Sometimes Iffy and Garrus go somewhere for a couple of days while she'd do the same as well.
Tis the life of a Guild Agent, always working, always moving, which reminds her. She should get Garrus to leave the station for one of the GA's new colonies. Maybe Mindoir in Lastation territory, visiting farm country sounded nice plus some cool monsters might show up, but that colony isn't having its spawning event for another month or so. As calculated by the experts from the nation of black regality.
"And the Raid for this place hasn't shown up yet," Shep glances at a Keeper picking up a bag of trash left outside. "Weird, Guild can't seem to find any signs...so something's obviously off. Plus that damn disc thing still needs to be checked out...hopefully Garrus is strong enough."
Shaking her head, she reaches the door of the apartment then enters the code to open the door. As she steps inside she hears odd mechanical sounds and sounds of something hitting wood.
"Isn't that..." She found herself saying then stops as she turns the corner.
"Footwork Vakarian! Too slow on the second rotation!" The sounds of IF barking in a 'Drill Sergeant' like voice filled the apartment. "Again, like I taught you! Focus your senses!"
"Black Heart's loneliness!" Alison found herself saying as she saw Garrus, with a blindfold, on a few vertical logs trying to dodge a pendulum that was suspended over him. With a crossed arm Iffy watching close by. "You have him running the fucking pendulums!"
"Oh, hey Shep, you're home early." Iffy says as she doesn't look away from the Turian.
Garrus was nearly wobbling on a single log and was holding a wooden knife, the pendulum was coming from behind. He moves sideways and attempts to dodge, barely missing the incoming object then lands on another log.
"Ya decent in dodging but try to attack!" IF barks, making Alison involuntary shiver.
"This brings back memories..." She mutters as the Turian dodges again but nearly stumbles on another log.
"Yep. When you were up there..." She could practically hear IF smile at that. "Kay, session's over! Get down."
"...With a flip?" Garrus asks as he heavily breathed.
"What do you think?" Alison found herself saying with Iffy. The former feeling her spine shiver once more.
Not even hesitating the Turian jumps then flips and lands on the ground near a log, he was breathing heavily.
"He still needs work," IF says as she moves to pick up one of the logs, pixelated light covers it and vanishes. "Barely lasts five minutes, and hasn't gotten past the single pendulum run. Keeps falling by the fourth rotation."
"Cause your exhausted by that point," Alison mutters as Garrus undoes the blind fold. "Sure it helps to sense when a monster get's behind you and dodge like crazy, but still Iffy..."
"Wondering how long we've been doing this?" The Turian pixelated his wooden knife as she nodded. "Less than a month."
"And your level?" She asks before crossing her arms. "Should be good enough for a Raid, that's taking a back seat for some reason."
"Twenty-two," Garrus sighs as a bottle of what appeared to be a water appears in his hand. "For some reason, I don't have any active skills yet, only passive abilities. Those basic buffs and debuffs..."
"That's somewhat normal," Shep makes a so-so gesture with her hand. "For some people, they take awhile to get decent skills, stories go that they require conditions to unlock them. Basilicom propaganda says you have to prove yourself worthy in the eyes of your goddess or some crap like that..."
"It depends on the person," IF says as she lifts the pendulum and puts it in her inventory. "Some people unlock skills after an unspecified level, some unlock after their first proper boss fight and kill, others unlock theirs after an event in their life. Heck I unlocked one of mine after...never mind. Point is it takes time like with anything else."
"Anyway, what have you been doing to boost your level?"
"...A lot..."
"She threw you into a pit with monsters in it didn't she? With a basic melee weapon and gun while she watched from above?"
"...Yes...how..."
"Did the same with Shep, so don't feel special Vakarian." IF answered nonchalantly as she was looking at her cellphone. "Then had her track a few monsters, fight some on her own with limited ammo, then had her survive against a Rival Mech for a minute or two. Oh, she's able to last ten minutes with three pendulums."
"Only cause I memorized the pattern you deploy and set them..." Alison mutters then shakes her head. "Also the bit with the Rival Mech, that thing was missing its weapon for some reason, like it was set up that way..."
"..Didn't you say something about Black Heart's loneliness?" IF asks. "Huh, thought everyone from Lastation denies those...suggestions."
"...Crap! It slipped out!" Shep grabbed her hair in near panic. "Dammit, I mean most of Lastation knows that Black Heart isn't the most...socially active of the four but still...we try not to talk about it! It'll make her feel bad and embarrass her, she's our goddess for crying out loud!"
"Umm..." Garrus says after drinking and putting away his bottle of water. "Is she..."
"She's fine..." Iffy waves off.
"Ahem," Alison coughs into her hand. "Anyway! That event is playing today, think Garrus can take a break for a few days?"
"Huh? Yeah, sure." IF nodded. "Was checking the schedule, had enough time for one session with the pendulums."
"On too many..." Garrus mutters.
"What was that Vakarian? Want to try two at once after the event?"
"No...Ma'am."
"Good boy, also should clean up the place it'll start in a few hours for us."
"Nice," Alison smiles. "More than enough time for a snack run! Also should we involve Garrus in what we normally do every year?"
"Hmm..." Iffy tilted her head in thought. "As long as we don't go overboard we should be fine."
"Heh, good then, I stand to make twice amount of profit this year! You'll see!" Shep points triumphantly at her partner.
"You say that every year then cry when you lose."
"Hah, but this time for sure because," She let's out a mischievous grin. "My little brother is participating this year! And he told me to watch out for a surprise~"
"Event? You mean these War:Games that keep being mentioned around the Citadel?" Garrus asks. "What's so special about it that nearly every human on the station is talking about it?"
"Oh, it's a friendly competition of sorts." Alison strains the word friendly. "Where military units from each nation have chance to fight each other then come out on top!"
"But it isn't always fighting." IF states as she closes her phone. "There are matches where objectives have to be achieved, to gain enough points to win regardless of loses of each side. Its a way to show off and simulate battles without having anyone getting hurt...much. The event lasts for a few days, from three to seven days depending on types of matches and parts of the events."
"We'll explain more but we gotta get ready," Shep flexes her hands. "That one store that sells decent food for humans is gotta be packed by now, hopefully they have enough for a week's worth of provisions."
"Garrus has enough in food for his fridge." IF says as she crosses her arms. "At least a few days worth, might need to resupply during the halftime/recess periods."
"Well enough dillydallying let's go!" Alison grabs Garrus by the arm then pulls him away. "You're coming too Garrus, we need help with the stuff!"
"...Don't you have an inventory!" He yells as he was being dragged away.
"Yeah, but we need someone to stay in line while we grab as much as possible~"
And thus the three leave the apartment with haste, not pointing out the fact that the Turian was being dragged by his feet.
"Welcome one and all!" Vert greets her fellow CPUs and candidates as Peashy snuggle closely her neck. She ate early and was feeling sleepy, thankfully there was time for her to take a quick nap. The CPU was grateful that Histoire taught her what she needed to know and was given the needed material to learn faster.
Though Peashy is a handful at times, especially early in the morning when she's hungry, she is absolutely wonderful. Completely worth cutting back on time to play Four Goddess Online, though Chika's more than happy to allow her to take her breaks when needed...she's still a gamer at heart after all.
"Peashy!" Rom and Ram come up to her little sister, who open her eyes.
"Romy! Ramy!" She slips out of Vert's grip and jumps at the twins. They catch her while stumbling back a bit, then are hugged fiercely by the candidate.
"Aw, that is so cute." Vert clasps her hands together and smiles warmly. "I suppose Peashy deserves some older sisters...and more little ones for me~"
"Don't even think about it!" Blanc gave an annoyed growl as she sat in a nearby chair, reading from a book. "Keep those cow udders away from my sisters."
"Vert, it's good to see you." Nepgear cuts off any smart retort the Green CPU planned to use.
"Aw, my sweet Nepgear!" Vert seemed to vanish from her spot then appear in front and hugs the candidate...tightly.
"Mwhwh!?" Nepgear couldn't speak properly as she was buried head first into the Green CPU's infamous...'assets'.
"Shame that Plutia isn't here, but Neptune isn't here either~" Vert ignores the muffled protests? and smiles mischievously. "Which means along with Peashy, I have you all to mysel-"
"Down girl!" A splash of water accurately hits dead-center of her forehead. Forcing the CPU to let go of the candidate, who was nearly panting for precocious air and a deep blush on her cheeks. "Back away from her!"
"Huh...wha..." Vert wipes away the water then widens her eyes. "Eh, Uni!?"
"D-don't get me wrong!" Said candidate stutters as she pumped her water gun. "I'm doing this as a favor for Neptune! O-otherwise Nepgear wouldn't be able to watch or even breathe with you around, n-not that I care, just d-don't try anything!"
"Uni," Noire appears behind her sister, crossing her arms. "I'm sure Vert will behave now that's she been properly warned."
"...Alright," The candidate puts away the water gun and helps her fellow candidate. "But I'm watching you!"
"Ara~ Ara~..." Vert says after a few seconds, resting her head against her hand. "It seems there's competition for my Nepgear..."
"Quit messing around," Noire sighed as she takes a seat next to Blanc, who is still reading. "That idiot isn't here, so don't start doing things like her..."
"Noire~" The Green CPU gives a thin smile with a raised eyebrow. "Are you that upset with Neptune not attending?"
"W-what are y-you talking about!?" The Tsundere stuttered as she tightly clenched the handles on her chair. "That i-idiot is gonna miss out my forces beating hers this year!"
"Didn't you say that last year?" Blanc asks not looking up from her book. "Before your forces got their asses handed to them?"
"They ran out of missiles!" Noire narrows her eyes. "Plus that damn Geardum kept transforming while boosting its thrusters!"
"Don't insult My baby ZETA!" Nepgear yelled, surprising the CPU in black, before blinking then blushes in embarrassment. "Um...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled."
"Don't apologize." Blanc says, as Rom with Ram were spinning Peashy around in the background. "Those ACEs' didn't prepare and underestimated their foes. They got outnumbered and were overwhelmed."
"As did your forces..." Vert smiled at the subtle way Blanc grips her book. "They didn't expect my Pilots and their Titans to be capable of dealing with your Mage Knights, with the back up of Spartans and a certain mage."
"Ha," Blanc let out a dry laugh. "Just you wait Thundertits, just you wait. This year is different..."
"Oh, and what is that supposed to-"
"Darling Sister," Chika's voice appears from a nearby speaker. "The audience has finally seated, and competitors have assembled their teams. They're waiting for you."
"Ah, thank you Chika, we'll begin shortly." Vert adjusts her dress, giving a light bounce of her chest, much to the subtle twitch of Blanc's eyebrow.
With an 'understood' the oracle signs off the speaker.
"Now then," Vert says as a pillar of light covers her. "Shall we get started?"
Sparatus' mandibles twitch as he and his fellow councilors step out of the elevator. They were currently on the top floor of the Human embassy, reaching some theater type room. With multiple seats and a large Vid-screen in front of them. Food was also present as well it seemed, there were even Dextro based meats.
"Ah, welcome councilors, you've arrived just in time." The Turian turns to see a human in a white military uniform approached them, it was Lowee's ambassador Major Jayda Kurtiss. "We're about to start watching the broadcast."
"We thank you for inviting us, Ambassador Kurtiss," Valern speaks.
"Ah, our guests have arrived." Another Human in a dark green military uniform approaches them. "Good, we have about two minutes."
"Ambassador Del Rio," Tevos greets the former Captain turned ambassador. "I assume Ambassador Udina and Bernstein would join us soon?"
"Councilor Tevos," The Leanbox ambassador tilted his head in greetings. "My fellow ambassadors are in the next room, they'll be here shortly. Please, take a seat, as I said we have two minutes before the event starts."
"How important is this event to your people?" Valern asks as they move to a few seats.
"Very important, for simplicity sake it is an event of both cultural significance," Kurtiss starts as she adjusted her glasses. "To develop bonds while competing with each other."
"And military power," Del Rio finishes. "A way for our people to see the strength of each individual nations. And the brave souls that fight to protect them from many dangers. "
"However..." The voice of Ambassador Undina is heard as he enters the room, with Ambassador Bernstein. "This year is different, due to recent developments, there are new participants for the War:Games. Greetings to the three of you."
"Greetings as well," Ambassador Bernstein does a light bow. "Thank you for accepting our invitation."
Why did they invite them? Sparatus couldn't brush the thought away, there was something going on but he could not say what.
"Less than a minute, I suggest the two of you take your seats, it'll a long few hours." Ambassador Kurtiss speaks up as the other two move with near haste.
"Hear me all of Gamindustri and beyond!" Garrus' mandibles twitched as he shifted in his place of the couch. His teacher IF and Alison were next to him, barely giving comfortable room.
"Lady Green Heart," His teacher IF gave a small smile as she was completely focused on the CPU.
Who was on some kind of platform surrounded by glass, with the two other CPUs and candidates seated behind her. Though for some reason he only sees one Planeptune candidate, where was the other and the CPU?
"I am honored and happy to be the host of the twenty-fifth annual War:Games!" CPU Green Heart raised her hands. Ahead of her was a massive nearly two kilometer long stadium. There were multiple large walls, separating the ground below into four sections, each about five hundred meters in length with their own glass like dome covering them.
Oddly there were buildings on top of the domes, with shuttles and drop ships carrying large containers landing then being lowered inside with lifts.
Each section was different from the other, one had a miniature city, second had a dry desert like environment, three was green hills with stone buildings, fourth was pitch black. The glass like dome covering it was dark and not allowing light to get in, leaving little to be seen. Is it to simulate night?
Adjacent to the domes were large shielded stands filled to the brim with people, with large holographic? Vid-screens dotted in them. Likely for a better view of the action.
"As most of you know," Garrus blinked as he realized he missed some of the opening speech. "We, the four nations, have always competed with each other in these games. For bonds, honor, glory, or to simply to make loved ones proud with all of Gamindustri to witness."
"However," She brings her hands together and gives a warm smile. "This year is different, as our new found friends the Quarians, will participate along aside us!"
Oh right that did happen, he heard that the Quarians had aligned themselves with the Gamindustri Alliance. Not much detail as to why, and how exactly that happened but the galaxy's largest fleet is now on the side of the GA.
"After months of fruitful peaceful interaction, training together and learning from each other. It is time for the next step." She continues after a second. "By selection of volunteers between our people, both Quarian and Human teams shall participate together as one through the various games!"
"That's a rather bold step." Alison comments. "Means that the Quarians have been learning to use our tech..."
"Shh..." IF shushes her.
"However," Green Heart closed her eyes for a second. "In honor of the arrival of my little sister, a change to usual procedure has happened. This year, it shall be the candidates that compete within the games!"
"Knew she'll do that," IF whispers to herself? "She got a little sister and wants to show what she can do."
"Now do to this development," The CPU opens her eyes. "Objectives' are subject to change mid-battle, with other surprises in store for the various competitors and the candidates themselves. But that will be seen soon enough, now let us begin the draw!"
"Oh, she means the draw of nations," Alison whispers to Garrus to not be shushed again. "Basically, an RNG style draw will select a nation and that CPU will have the right to challenge any of the other three. And seems like the Candidates will be the ones issuing them. Oh, while the CPU hosting can decide the order of the matches, to prevent unfair advantages, the objectives of each match is randomized. This will lead to a two out of three match competition between two nations' teams, winner faces against the other winning nation in a winner take all brawl. Basic contest for the human teams, and non-humans considering-never mind...will explain more later during break."
The Turian could only nod as Green Heart snaps her fingers and a large holographic? vid-screen appears behind her. It showed each of the four nation's flags in separate brackets, then shifts to one, Leanbox's banner. The image suddenly shifts rabidly between the four banners, giving the illusion of a spinning effect.
After about thirty seconds the screen goes dark...
"Five credits on Lastation!" Alison quickly bets.
"...Same on Leanbox." IF answers.
The former detective says nothing as he kept watching the screen.
Then a second later, the banner of Lastation appears brightly on the screen.
"Yes!" Alison cheers as she nearly jumps from her seat.
"Dang it...ten on who Uni challenges..."
"Hah, we both know who she's going for...wait did you say her true name!?"
"Shush, she's getting up."
True to IF's word, the Lastation candidate rises from her seat.
"I, Black Sister, CPU candidate of Lastation," She speaks formerly as she placed her hand against her chest. "Reserve my right..."
"To challenge CPU candidate Purple Sister of Planeptune!" She dramatically points to said candidate. "For my nation and my people, I will not hold back!"
"I...Purple Sister," The Purple candidate rises from her seat a second later. "On behalf of Planeptune, accept your challenge!"
"And by default, it shall be my nation of Leanbox," Green Heart speaks once more as the two sit down. "Against the nation of Lowee, may fortune favor the winner. But as the host, I shall decide the order..."
"First?" Alison asks.
"First." IF agrees.
"The first set of matches shall be of Leanbox and Lowee!" The CPU declares. "With Lastation and Planeptune following, then the winners shall face off for the finale. With the last event being the exhibition match with the candidates themselves~ This shall be the order!"
"Participants of the matches," She rests her head against her hand. "Prepare yourselves, for in five minutes the match will start~ May the Twenty-fifth War:Games begin!"
Suddenly cheers were heard from the vid-screen as it displayed the audience, waving various banners and symbols indicating their nation. Some had even painted themselves the colors of the banners.
"Oooh Iffy..." Alison hums out as she gives out a smirk. "How much do-"
"Three hundred on Leanbox," His teacher says without hesitating. "Since it's against Lowee, three hundred."
"'Kay, Garrus want in on the bets?" The higher ranking guild agent asks as she crosses her arms. "It can be credits, items, or even favors~"
"We're not doing what we did last time." IF stated as she pulled out that one device, he really should ask what it is. "Last time we lost the clothes on our backs...to Compa."
"Hey, I wasn't the one to suddenly agree to strip betting!" Alison protested. "Besides it was fun as hell...but who'd of thought that Compa would guess that Lowee would win against Lastation. Damn those Mage Knights and Singers, they messed with the cyborgs senses. And we were stuck naked for the entire day next to Compa."
"Alison," IF mutters, there was a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Fine. No stripping...how about instead of credits, cause we'd go broke, and the bet is for the winner of the War:Games as a whole," She crosses her arms. "Losers do ONE thing the winner says?"
"Anything?" That seemed to interest IF.
"Anything, so long it's not too lewd...or weird." Alison mischievously wiggles her eyebrows. "Since you asked...interested?"
"...You're on." IF answers as she closes the device.
"Well then, I got something in mind for you and Garrus to do~"
"Um...Do I even have a say in this or should I just stay quiet?" Garrus asks. "Cause I'm feeling like, what's the expression? The third key?"
"It's third wheel and match is about to begin," Alison then ignores him as she tilted her head. "Betting that Lastation wins, my brother is fighting after all, did say it's something special. Plus no one can out shoot Lady Black Sister!"
"Leanbox." IF says as she stares at the screen. "Lady Green Heart wouldn't put her sister in this if she didn't think there's a chance of winning."
"Garrus, any picks, between the other two?" Alison looks back at him. "Or do you want to be on the winning side and bet Lastation? Or join Iffy and do one thing I want?"
They're going to drag him into this regardless of what he says aren't they? Might as well join in...but which nation...which nation has the chance of-
"...Planeptune." He says after a second, then blinks, not really knowing why he said it. "Though, since it was obvious...why isn't their CPU at the event? Wasn't there another candidate as well?"
"We don't know," IF shrugged after a few seconds. "News spread that Nep and Plutia weren't attending due to private reasons, but no real detail was provided. Kinda worrying, but Histoire has done her best to assure everyone in her nation. Still, Nep has never skipped on the War:Games, same with Plutia...what are they doing..."
"Well, hate to say it Iffy but," Alison mutters. "Nothing we can do right now, we might learn something later, you're friends with them aren't you?"
"Yeah, we'll wait and see..." IF shook her head. "Match is starting."
"Alright, if Leanbox is knocked out of this then I'll be closer to winning. Let's go Lowee!"
"You'd cheer for another nation if it means you win..." IF mutters as the screen changed views and displays the objectives. "Huh, their doing Engel Town. Seven on Seven match."
"Crap, plenty of places for Pilots to wall run. But Leanbox never uses their Titans on the first round." As Alison mutters to herself, Garrus focuses on the screen, rather curious to see how the games proceed.
"Two minutes to launch, every one in your pods." Captain Lastimosa orders. "Reegar, Tar, you two ready for this?"
"Yes sir!" Kal'Reegar nodded as his fellow squadmate Rik'Tar did the same. "We're ready for combat."
"I know the two of you volunteered for this but," He motions them to move into the pods. "Have the two of you ever drop a combat drop? Outside of a sim?"
"Not exactly sir," Reegar answers as sits then pulls down the straps. "Any advice?"
"Don't puke is what I would do," He answers as taps the side of the pod and the door closes. "But you'll be fine...mostly."
The Quarian blinked then took a deep breath.
He was ready for this, by his ancestors he trained with these people for four months learning how to use their weaponry and tech. It may technically be his first engagement working with humans but he was ready for this!
"Connecting: Light is green." The pod computer speaks as Reegar grips the handles then shifts his legs, they were barely fitting. "Pod doors closed, straps secured, launching in three...two...one. Commencing drop, good luck pilot."
Kal'Reegar curses to himself as the pod drops from the hanger, and towards an unknown city below.
"Ten seconds to ground contact. Hold on tight~"
"What else is there to do!?" He feels the pod rattle as his whole body shakes, the pod suddenly jerks upwards as he sees thrusters activate on the side. Finally after a few tense seconds he lands with a thud in a open street, the pod's door opens and the straps rise.
"By the homeworld that was intense," The young Quarian mutters as he checks his suit then at the weaponry inside the pod. "How do humans get used to this?"
"Reegar, you landed?" The voice of Rik'Tar reaches his ears as he pulls out a pistol. "I shouldn't be far from you."
"Yes, I'm fine for the most part." He answers as he examines the pistol, obviously human based, it was heavier than Mass Effect based tech but it won't bother him much. "The pod has thrusters, but it still isn't that comfortable."
"Same here, but I was looking early and..." Reegar listens as he pulls the slide back on the pistol then let's go. "The other teammates' pods only have shock absorbers and fins for air resistance. Only ours had thrusters, I think they modified them for us to use. Otherwise the landing would've been a lot more rougher."
"Keelah, then these humans are nuts." He puts the pistol in a modified holster strapped to his suit then pulls out a rifle, called Flatline. Thinner and smaller then the bulkier rifles he seen some Leanbox soldiers use but it'll suit him just fine.
"Reegar, Tar," The voice of Captain Lastimosa is heard on Squad Comm. "Good to hear you landed safety, the rest of us have landed less than a hundred meters from your position. Meet up with us in the marked location on your HUDs. Get moving, will transmit objectives when I can."
"Understood." He and Rik'Tar say at the same time, slowly pulling his rifle's receiver back.
"Let's meet up Reegar," Rik'Tar says as the young Quarian grips the rifle and scans his surroundings. "Like I said, I shouldn't be too far from you."
"Right, on my way." He moves along the sidewalk keeping an eye on his surroundings.
The architecture looked similar to what he's seen in the rest of Elysium. At least when he wasn't in their training grounds, that was a rather tense few months. Yet this place didn't feel as open, more enclosed and withdrawn somehow, didn't help that the dome above him was displaying a fake image of other buildings and clouds.
He partially wonders how they do that.
It has been months since the Quarian Admiralty Board agreed to the alliance with the Gamindustri Alliance. Though it felt like years for most of his people as the humans seemed more than eager to interact with them. Mostly through the means of entertainment, which was almost overwhelming, they didn't name their homeworld Gamindustri for nothing.
While he wasn't as into games as some of his friends and squadmates in the Migrant Fleet Marines, he admits that they are rather fun to play. Especially the strategy mixed in with shooter ones. While he's not that good with tactics, the ones from Lowee always keep him on his toes, it does give him thought when approaching a fight.
Then came the idea of fighting together, and by a series of events, he with many other Quarians volunteered to work alongside humans. Learning their tech and training with them in an attempt to boost further cooperation.
Though it was strange the humans were the ones that brought the idea up, despite the possibilities of things going wrong. Part of him doesn't like thinking it, but it's possible that their relations could sour. As their alliance is still rather new, and if it ever reaches that point. Then again, maybe that's why they're doing this...to further strengthen bonds.
"Okay everyone," Captain Lastimosa speaks on Squad Comm, as Reegar places himself against a wall.
"Objectives came in," He continues as the young Quarian's HUD receives the information. "We're to capture three hard points. We need to hold them as they transmit data, once they finish the entire segment we'll win the match."
"The Hard Points are consoles that need to be hack, so keep your data knives at the ready." The Captain continues as Reegar subconsciously feels his data knife on his lower back. Why did the humans think a metal blade would make a good item to hack into electrical based equipment? Sure the handle had rubber woven inside but the part of the knife that does the interfacing can be damaged...if exposed from its protective casing.
He brushes his thoughts aside as the captain continues. "Now the enemy can hack into them as well then transmit their data, we'll need to stop them then transmit ours. Remember, it'll take up to a minute to transmit the data with all three hard points captured. More with one or two, the match officially starts when one point is captured. We'll be a time limit, fifteen minutes to transmit the data, if we can't finish in that time then it'll be a draw."
"So here's the plan, since we're a seven person team." The locations of the hard points appear on his HUD, placed under the human letters of A, B, and C. Colored white for some reason. "Becket and Issei will take A as it's closer to them."
"Roger/On it." Said pair responded at the same time.
"Reegar and Tar take B, it's in the middle so watch out for any enemy flanking you."
"Understood/Yes, sir." He and Rik'Tar say.
"I'll go to C with our mage, Spartan Linda you're on over watch, if you have the shot take it."
Before anyone could say anything C turned red, with a display of one percent and count down of fifteen minutes appearing in the same color font.
"Looks like the other team is transmitting! Reegar, Tar get to B, they'll have a pair heading there, stop them. Everyone else get to your positions."
"Moving!" Reegar says as breaks from cover and travels to his objective. He sees Rik'Tar coming from an alleyway, both nod to each other as they move across the city.
Within a few minutes they reach the area the hard point was, there was no signs of anyone around and B was still white. As he checks C changes to blue.
"We've captured C," Captain Lastimosa reported. "Heads up, they have Mage Knights and these ones can sing for their spells. So watch out if you hear music that isn't from the dome itself."
How were they able to get to C so fast? It took them minutes to get to B while C is much farther away...
After a second Rik'Tar motions to check the building while Reegar nods and follows. Carefully the two move through the area then enter the area, that can be described as an in door court yard. With a console in the middle.
"There it is," Reegar says in Comms, turning off his external speakers. "Ready?"
"Go, I'll cover." Rik'Tar replies as he looks around the area.
With that the young Quarian approaches the objective, he pulls out the data knife then looks for an external port. After not seeing any he puts his weapon to the side and uses the knife to open up of the console. Exposing its innards to the outside, glancing at the wires he sees an area he can use and presses a button on the knife then places it in the port.
"Huh, exactly how they taught us..." He comments as the holographic indicator spins on the pommel. "Almost done."
"No movement I can see, but they'll come after it's activate." Rik'Tar states.
"Then they'll know...now," Reegar says as B turns blue on his HUD. "Captain, we captured B no sign of the opposing team."
"This is Spartan Linda," A female human's voice is heard instead. "Captain Lastimosa is engaging the the other team. Be advised you have company-"
Her voice was cut off from some kind of static.
"Spartan Linda? Do you copy? Damn, some kind of interference." He says after a second then moves to pick up his rifle. "Rik'Tar do you see-"
He then hears it, it was subtle and nearly miss able but his suit's audio systems picked it up. It sounded soft and peaceful yet had a slight edge to it.
Why was his vision blurring and his helmet feeling heavier than normal...
"Reegar...something is..." He sees Rik'Tar holding his head as he limps in place.
"Hear...something...shut off external audio!" Reegar hastily reached for his omni-tool. "It's...low frequency!"
Rik'Tar followed as the young Quarian by instinct quickly accessed his suits systems.
Seconds later the sounds stop, and relief spread throughout Reegar's body.
"What...was that?" Rik'Tar asks as he takes a few breaths before gripping his weapon.
"Mage Knights...singers...they use...magic based songs." Kal explains as he lifts his rifle. "They must be outside, tried to weaken us before attacking."
"My how clever," The two look up to see a female human with a large white hat sitting on a window. "Thought that song was enough, guess you're-"
Both Quarians raise their weapons and fired short controlled bursts. The round connect with a runic barrier as the female tilted her head.
"Really?" Her voice can heard despite the loud shooting. "That's rather rude, very well then, Ember Feather!"
Waving her hand, a blade of flames appears and is launched at them. The two jump to the side as it impacts the spot they were in, exploding in a ring of fire.
"Blaze Luminous!" Multiple fire balls appear around her, one by one the sail across the air at them.
Reegar curses as one hits right next to them, he quickly changes mags then fires again. His rounds did nothing as the Mage Knight's barrier deflects them, but he saw one pass through but misses her.
Having a gut feeling, he silently radios Rik'Tar to fire once more, as they unknowingly synchronize their shots the Mage curses. One of the rounds tore through her large hat.
"Damn, losing mana, finish them off wolfy!" The Mage moves behind the window and out of sight. Reegar signals Rik'Tar to stop firing, then changes magazines once more.
Crunch!
They look up to see a large armored human with a massive hammer jumping from the window.
"Scatter!" Both jump to the side as the human hits the ground with the hammer, causing a shock wave and shattering some of the windows.
"By the-Reegar keep your distance!"
"Rather obvious," The young Quarian couldn't but say as opens fire as the human lifts the hammer. The same kind of runic barrier appears around the human as the hammer is raised. The human charges at him blinding speed, before he could react the hammer hits his side and sends him flying with a shock wave.
"Reegar!"
Kal finds himself rolling across the ground, he lands on back with blurry vision and dizzy head. His body felt sore as he sat up and struggled to stand. Using his rifle for support he pushes himself up and sees the armored human trying to hit Rik'Tar.
Limping forward, he raises his weapon and fires several bursts, some missing but most hitting the human's back, the barrier flaring as the rounds connect. The human turns and charges at him. Reegar fired until his weapon ran out of ammo then blinks as the charging human raises his hammer again. He throws himself to the ground as the hammer swings over head.
Quickly grabbing his pistol he fires multiple times as the barrier flares then the sound of glass breaking is heard. The barrier falls as two rounds graze the armor.
Letting out a growl the human kicks his pistol out of his hand then steps on his arm. The human twirls the hammer as sparks emit from it, then points it to his head. Rounds bounce off the human's back as Rik'Tar fires his weapon.
The human turns and is vulnerable, as Reegar flexes his fingers to activate the emergency functions on his Onmi-tool. He lifts his free hand and fires the Pyro app, unleashing a jet of flames at the human's upper body. Likely stunned by the action the human stumbles back as their arms catch fire.
As the humans tries to hastily put them out by smacking them. Reegar reloads his pistol and pulls out his data knife. The fire dies as the human growls at him before raising the hammer once more. Before either could take action the human is pulled back as something appears form behind.
It was another large human in green armor with a sniper rifle on their back.
"Spartan Linda!?" Reegar found himself shouting as the Spartan throws the hammer wielding down to the ground.
"Not bad Reegar," He turns to see Lastimosa landing right next to him from high up. "Sorry we took so long, we were busy with the mage upstairs. Beckett and Issei have got A, the opposing team set a bunch of traps for them, so this'll be over in thirty seconds long enough to finish this."
The young Quarian turns to see the hammer wielding human hitting the ground with their weapon causing another shockwave. The spartan back flipped then ran along the the hammer and punches the other human separating them from their weapon. Spartan Linda grabs the hammer and hit the human with it. The shockwave knocks the armored human down to the ground and on their back.
Time's UP! Winner...Leanbox!
The announcement range across the building and likely the city itself. Followed by some kind of music playing seconds later, though Reegar didn't pay much attention to it.
"Rik'Tar!" He sees said Quarian slowly approach them, he had slight limp. "Your alright, any injuries or suit breaches?"
"No, but I'll be sore as hell tomorrow," He mutters as shakes his head. "This limp ain't bad, meds are kicking in so I'll be fine. You?"
"Sore but intact." He answers as he checks the arm he was stepped on early. "No breaches either, so I won't sick tomorrow."
"You two did a good job," Captain Lastimosa catches their attention. "Linda had radioed that you were cut off so we rushed as fast as we could. You were able to hold out long enough for us to arrive. Not bad."
"Thank you sir, though we barely survived." Reegar says as he sees the Spartan helping the armored human help then giving them back their hammer. "Had it been a minute longer, we would've been done for."
"Well what matters is you made it, and helped us win this match." The Captain pats his shoulder. "Come on let's head back, the other team will participate in the next match. We'll be able relax and watch, even see how we were in the recordings."
As they were about to leave...
"Wait!" The armored human speaks, making them stop in their tracks. Slowly the human removes their helmet, revealing a female with long black hair and amber colored eyes.
"Not too bad of a fight," She smiled as she slowly approaches them. "Names Ria Wulf, Wolfy for short, I'm a Mage Knight frontliner, hence the hammer and armor. Ya surprised me there with that flame thrower of yours, other wise that I would've knock you out."
"Almost did, Kal'Reegar Migrant Fleet Marines," He greets as she nods at him. "That hammer of your's is really nice."
"Thanks custom made it myself," She laughs. "Though I had to pull back on a few swings otherwise you might've gotten seriously hurt."
"You...were holding back?" He asks after blinking.
"Yep, don't know how much punishment that suit of your's can take," She shrugs. "So I held back just a little, anyway Reegar it's been fun. Thanks for the fun fight."
She holds out her hand, a gesture he's seen humans use, reaching out he grabs her hand and shakes it.
"...Like wise Wulf," He says as they let go.
"Till next time Reegar," She winks at him. "I won't hold back as much next time."
With that he watches her leave the building.
"Come on Reegar," He turns to see Lastimosa, Rik'Tar and Spartan Linda waiting at another door. "We're not gonna wait around while you try to score a date, get moving already!"
"Yes, sir!" He follows after them leaving the building.
...
Thus ending the first match of War:Games, an easy victory for Leanbox.
Though, it cannot be said for the next on, as Lowee was expecting this outcome and came prepared.
In an unknown location, hidden or lost in the vast reach of space...
"Heh, the suit rats lasted longer than I thought, maybe these humans are weaker then they appear."
"Don't be fooled Balak, their opponents were holding back. Fools, pity will be their down fall."
"Even so," Ka'hairal Balak resisted the urge to growl. "Milady, my forces grow tire of waiting, when will we face the humans and punish them for encroaching on my people's territory! They have no right to those systems!"
"In time Balak, now continue to watch these events, they provide more useful information than it seems."
"Yes, my queen." Balak states as he lowers his head then watches the monitors. The next match between Lowee and Leanbox was soon, and he will learn everything there is possible.
"Soon," He fails to hear his queen speak behind him. "The time will come that we'll reveal ourselves from the shadows. When we will be the ones to rule..."
"Soon," Behind Balak, a shadowed figure smiles malevolently."This Galaxy will be mine, Ahahahahahah!"
...
"...And we can finally prepare, for what comes next."
Unnecessarily Long Omake(Possibly not cannon/or future scene): Late Night Gatherings.
Unbeknownst to most, each of the Citadel Councilors have private quarters within the Citadel Tower. Hidden and classified for the Council's protection or to prevent assassination. Of course most of the time, the Councilors have little use for these rooms as they find other more comfortable locations.
Of course one Councilor has taken liberty of occupying one of the quarters, for...private reasons.
"Come on, come on...nearly out of time..." Groans were heard throughout the quarters with the mashing of buttons echoing the walls.
"Almost...yes!" The Asari councilor, Tevos, cheers as she falls back on to her chair. "Ha! Take that MADYK885582! I win, it's all mine!"
In front of her was a 'private' auction site, one where buyer information is private other than user names and almost anything that is a collectible can be purchased. And right now Tevos had just bought a figurine bundle of Green Heart and 5pb.! The CPU in Human form holding a spear close to her chest, another of her holding her dress down as heavy wind blows. Showing a rather generous rear view...
Lastly two of 5pb, one with her singing in a concert, while another of her hands running along her face. All of the figurines, despite their scale, were fully detailed and have unique bits compared to normal ones!
All for the low price of fifty thousand 'Citadel' credits which is roughly twenty to twenty-five thousand in Human credits. MADYK885582 was very persistent, but Tevos managed to out bid her by a thousand credits just before time ran out. Exchange rates are rather high due to the amount of goods Humanity had introduced to the markets, and the Volus had to determine the worth of the each currency. Based on multiple factors and other things...but who cares she got the figurines!
With a sigh of satisfaction, the Asari Councilor enters the information needed for the 'goods' to be delivered. She'll instruct one of her assistants to pick it up later. This assistant will be trusted with discretion as this isn't the first time Tevos made a purchase of Human products.
With a yawn Tevos grabbed a plush of a Dogoo and rubbed it against her cheek. She obtained it when she one of her personal guard showing it off to another while on break. The guard had wanted to give it to her young maiden who was soon to turn twenty. Out of sheer curiosity, she used her connections to purchase one for research purposes.
Unexpectedly, she was surprised in how soft it was, almost softer then the bed sheets high ranking Asari Matriarchs are rumored to have. Oddly cuter than a new born Varren, with a pleasant scent of something she never smelled before. With a little research she learned it was similar scent of lavender. A plant that grew in the GA's territories.
With this simple cute plushie, the Asari's curiosity grew and soon she found herself owning various items made by humans, that were exclusively from Leanbox. Then she listened to a couple songs from 5pb, often called the 'Siren of Leanbox' and purchased all her albums, now she understood why the maidens were going crazy for the idol.
By the goddess some the songs made her feel three hundred years younger.
An alert appears on her screen, it seems her one of her fellow Councilors wanted a private vid chat. With near tired eyes, the Asari accepts then eyes widened as the screen loads. She was still holding the plushie, and they might see it!
"Ah, Tevos glad of you to-" Sparatus stop mid sentence as Tevos threw the plushie across the room, a thud was heard as it hits a wall.
"...What are you doing?" The Turian asks as his mandibles twitched, likely indicating he saw something.
"Apologies, I merely was stretching my arms," Tevos excused as a faint blue blush appears on her cheeks. "Why are you calling me this late, it's the middle of the night cycle."
"A reminder for the meeting tomorrow," The Turian says. "We are to further trade agreements with the GA's...Ambassadors."
"Oh yes I remember, but why call me instead of sending a message?" She asks raising a brow, saying what she can while doing her best to not look at the plushie. Hopefully it didn't get dirty or scratched, she washed it this last night.
"I have several times...you never responded back." Sparatus says as a matter of factually. "You do remember that we're to meet them correct?"
"Oh..." Her bid battle for the figurines must've taken longer than she imagined, and taken her focus from everything else. "Apologies I was distracted, but reminders never hurt."
"Well, it was to further approve more of their...products into the Citadel." He lists off with hints of boredom and disinterest. "And something known as 'premium figurines'."
Tevos did her best not to twitch.
Premium Figurines...PREMIUM FIGURINES! She only seen it on the extranet but none of them are available due to Trade agreement blocking 'current generation' items by human standards from entering Council territory. This is the reason why all the human entertainment systems are a few generations old by human standards.
And now they're laxing the agreements a little.
THOSE FIGURINES MUST BE HER'S!
"It's nothing of significance," Sparatus didn't notice Tevos twitch at his words. "And I've spoken with Valern, we can enter with a decision planned to not waste time. We agreed to approve, and all we need is-"
"YES!" The Turian was taken back by her sudden yell. "I mean...apologies I really do need some sleep, ahem, yes I'll approve on this motion as well."
"...Very well," He blinks as his mandibles twitch. "Night Tevos."
"Night to you as well Sparatus." She says as the call ends, then waits a second later.
Then bolts for the plushie and wipes any possible dust.
She hugs it tightly and turns in for the night.
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...
"That was rather strange," Sparatus says as he looks to the side. "Don't you think so Nepu-Nepu-chan?"
Next to him in a pristine glass case was a figurine of Purple Heart in a fancy ball room dress, reaching her hand out to be held.
"...I thought so," He says before turning in for the night.
A/N: Dang that took longer than I thought it would. Life is a rather hectic thing that can keep you from doing something. My apologies t those that have been waiting patiently. I hope this was worth the wait. Though if it felt rushed I'm sorry, had to skip some bits in order to get into the War:Games. Hopefully they aren't too bad.
ANYWAY, part one of the War:Games Arc has began, was planning on doing the whole thing in one go but that would've taken longer and the chapter would've been very long. Plus, the way of transitioning between scenes would've been awkward to handle.
So to make up for time, and sorta planned it anyway, I'm putting my other story on temporary hold for now. (Having some planning trouble and can use a break from it anyway.) At least till the War:Games arc is finished, which will be two or so more chapters-ish. Apologies to anyone that reads my other story, but I really want to push through this arc and get to the main plot of things. And I can't skip it cause that will cause confusion and a bunch of narrative holes, plus some chances to introduce/reintroduce some familiar characters. With hopefully their own moments.
Not the best explanation, but hopefully that covers the basics.
With that, Read, Review, or find a better story than this one. There are some out there, just need to find it. Or give it a shot of your own. The choice is yours!
-Raiden312
3697014: Thanks, was a bit worried I didn't go far enough with their reactions.
iZuikaku: I've actually been think about doing an Omake on that, hopefully soon but I cannot say for sure. Though not as an actual plot point, cause that opens up another can of worms and Neptunia swims with them. Still, a rather fun suggestion.
Heh, guess you'll have to wait awhile before pairings are 'officially' announced. Apologies in advance.
Uzume will be around in the story, but her role cannot be said as of right now. That is all I can say unfortunately.
SonatiShinonome: Thanks, though I hope this was worth the wait.
XsnakesforeverX: That's an interesting thought for the amino acid make up of a planet the CPUs colonize. Let's just say that it's only Levo based for right now, but the possibility may happen for it to turn into Dextro. But that'll require time to understand...
Yes, Cerberus' plans can make things backfire and cause stir in relations...let's just say their preparing for those possibilities and try make sure it doesn't happen in the first place...
Dagon Fell: Thanks, I hope this was worth the wait!
UNSC Know Your Place: Heh, that would be funny if the STG stumbled into that side on the net. They'll be confused, intrigued, and questioning their sanity.
The answer for Project Rebirth may come sooner than you think, hopefully.
Well, you sorta guess correctly on the Omake, just different councilor and different plushie. Though the ending with Sparatus should more than suffice.
Me: Hey, IF.
IF: Won't say anything.
Me: Not asking that, just wondering where you know who went? Manage to calm down after my time with Sadie...after whimpering in the corner for two months.
IF: Oh in that case he should still be on that quest I gave.
Me: Really, what you sent him on?
IF: Clearing out a one hundred floor ancient tower filled with nothing but Boss type monsters, all while having go up stairs filled with pendulums. That are either poisoned or on fire or both.
Me: Um...is he still alive?
UNSC KYP: AAAAAAAAAH!
IF: Yep, definitely. Probably got hit by a pendulum again.
ME: Oh, in that case want to get something to eat?
IF: Sure, but you're paying.
*Both leave*
UNSC KYP: DANG IT NOT FROM THE START AGAIN!
Saber Knight: I updated quickly because it was circumstantial, didn't want to miss the fic's anniversary.
Heh, yeah, Sparatus is ironically becoming more levelheaded than his counter part, funny since it may just help his people.
Valern is in his own private thoughts, whether they'll be revealed is a matter of time.
Interesting take on a Neptunia Halo crossover though, would try to write it but have no plans to do so. Maybe for another time.
grey: Did see the OC you have, but unfortunately I do not take requests. My apologies for any disappointment.
Nyamu: Never heard of Cosmic Break till now, may take a look at it when I have time to do so. Thanks for that.
Yeah, I understand what you mean, really need to give the other candidates better screen time and I hope to do that soon. Likely the up coming chapter.
Guest Quest: 1. Only Earth/Gamindustri environment so far, though it is possible for that to change.
2. That is possible but time will tell if it comes to pass. Hopefully it doesn't but...
3. Potentially yes and no, I'm juggling ideas so to speak on those events and how they could possibly play out in this fic. It is possible for some of the events to happen but I cannot say if it's in the way that familiarly told. It's also possible I may decide not to do them. Though backstories for Shepard(s) may be altered to fit into the narrative and world of the story they are living in.
4. It's taken from the french word for blue, which is bleu at least that hopefully the correct word. I added the letters N and A to create a new name for Neptune. To create a more AU world from ours, can also be noted that I switched the names of Venus and Mercury for the two respective planets.
5. Not really, while it can be interpreted as a weird likely unfunny parody. It's its own thing.
6. Well to be honest, I hear them in their English voices when ever they talk. Mostly because I don't know and have never spoken Japanese before, it's kinda hard to think of a character speaking in another language when you don't know said language at all. At least that's my opinion on that matter. The whole Sub or Dub thing is its own matter entirely, though it's more of a matter of personal preference, at least that's how I see it.
Nep-passing by: Well, you want you can send a PM if want my opinion on it. But that is up to you, though I do recommend to be as original as possible. Helps create a fic's own take to a simple idea.
Also the post does appear but sometimes it doesn't actually show publicly for awhile, happens sometimes the system is weird like that.
Heh, the Council will soon learn of said meddling.
ARSLOTHES: Thanks, hope I don't disappoint.
Nyamu: Interesting theory on something that may never be mentioned again. Okay, that was kinda of a poor joke, but yes the actual use for it is rather nonexistent.
Braxite: Thanks, and hopefully after the War:Games the main story can actually begin.
Though on a side note, please be a bit more civil to other reviewers even if their not using official accounts. This is request as I rather not have people going at each other in the review section of my fic for any reason. Even matters on basic preferences.
Celestia's Paladin: Heh, well then prepare, or continue with a large amount of grinding. Though I use characters that come from the other games, but it should still help regardless.
tanithlipsky: Thanks, hope I don't disappoint.
Luhar1997: Sorry for the wait, hope it is worth it.