"so this is what a Britannian Command base is like?" Wondered Marcia as she inspected an old and abandoned G1 base. Most of it's parts were already scavenged or destroyed.
Getting a text message she checked her phone.
(I've looked up the parts you asked for, there are several shops that sell them for high prices. Also maintenance crew members say two cargo trucks are coming from the mother land bringing six more bases. That is all.)
Smiling Marcia closed her phone. "I don't want another G1 base, rather I want a multi purpose base, something that will strike fear into the heart of our enemies"
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Rebellions had been breaking out one after another. It was all thanks to zero it was also now when the eleven's needed him the most, even if he only showed his mystique appearance once everyone would flock to his side.
That's how much of an impact his actions caused in the heart of men. Everyone who wanted to grow in power would need to do something over the top in order to obtain followers and recognition, but what could they do?
Having killed Clovis, freed the son of the late prime minister, defeated the Britannians in battle and publicly embarrassed their highest ranking members. There was little one could do to compete.
Or maybe there was a way...
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4:05 pm Obihiro
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The people of Obihiro had slowly began to submit shortly after the establishment of area eleven. Despite living in such terrible shape they acknowledged who was the better option and so they accepted Britannia albeit questioningly.
It was for this reason that Chris arrived with a small group. He wished to know how deep Britannia had sunk their fangs. And if possible liberate some of that venom.
"You two search for anyone who might be interested in fighting, you three go snatch as many weapons as you can if you need help send me a text, and finally you...Patricia, guard the ship will you"
Blinking the blonde with short hair seemed slightly disappointed. "But master..." Staring at her for a few seconds he turned away. "You all have your orders, we have a few hours to do as much as we can, let's go"
The port was very busy which made it easy for six men to mix in and split up without anyone capable of tracking their steps.
Chris traveled all the way towards an electronic shop where a suspicious woman was speaking with the owner. From what he could see the owner looked old probably around his sixties the woman carried herself with an air of pride.
Checking out the items he became surprised. Everything was in good condition, there was no scratch, dent, dust or burn. Taking a tablet he looked it over.
"If you want something you better pay for it, our patrons went the extra mile to bring those goods here so you better not piss me off got it punk!" Warned the owner.
Ignoring him Chris placed the tablet back on the counter. Looking over every other piece of equipment he was very curious.
"Hey are you deaf or something?" Asked the woman as she approached him. Grabbing a watch Chris frowned.
"This is all rigged...anyone who buys this is tracked and they reveal the location of their bases" turning towards the duo his eyes were filled with anger. "You want a piece of me pretty boy?" She asked quite confident in her fighting skills.
"Why waste my time on you" holding both hands forward he chanted. "Tundra release your breath of death" cold air blew towards the two. Dozens of icicles were formed and aimed at them. Flying at incredible speeds the icicles ripped through the old wooden counter. The owner was unluckily cut to shreds, the woman managed to evade a few, moving to a corner she ended up in a deadly place.
The ice ripped through her flesh and the wall behind ther. Lowering his arms the boy took a hammer and made sure to break every piece of hardware.
Stepping outside he was surrounded by many individuals aware of his actions. As one everyone drew their weapons.
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Explosions were heard through the town as people screamed and ran in all directions. Gunfire soon followed as people grabbed guns, knives, bats or anything to protect themselves.
Patricia saw the three minions return with many supplies bagged. "Are you done on your end?" She asked and they nodded. "Good" jumping out of the ship she took off in a sprint.
Passing between the buildings she saw kids being gunned down by a man with a kevlar vest. As the man focused his rifle on her she ran out of cover. Her legs were being pushed to their limits as she was evading the trail of bullets which missed by mere inches.
Leaping through a window she fell inside a house pressing her back against the wall. Taking out her gun she released the safety. The sounds of battle continued all around the town among these noises she could hear screams.
Grabbing a bottle of glass she was planning on a distraction. Slowly she approached the door. The man didn't leave his spot.
Taking a deep breath she thew the bottle inside the house making him focus on the windows. This was her only shot, opening the door she ran out and opened fire on the man. The first shots missed, his rifle was now aimed in her direction.
Pulling the trigger he released hot lead in her direction. Flashes and blood filled the street. A body dropped on the floor. The sun was still high as the battle slowly died down.
Panting Patricia was relieved to come out unscathed. Several footsteps approached her location. Chris was being followed by a group of armed men.
Smiling he stopped and faced an old man at his side. Sharing a few words they shook hands and parted ways. Approaching the blonde Chris helped her stand up.
"What happened master?" She asked visibly shaken.
"I've arrange a meeting with one of the JLF commanders, with this we won't have to crawl around scavenging for supplies" a smile spread through Patricia's face as she hugged her master.
"It was all worth it then..." Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her body.
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Nightfall came with the songs of crickets and the folk singing. Returning home Chris and his group entered the abandoned building. Inside Marcia had already fallen asleep. Several minions were keeping watch.
Taking a blanket he placed it over his wife. "You've been working hard on your end...I love you" leaning down he kissed her head and headed to the top floor. He needed to catch some sleep and wait until he was called for the meeting.
Slowly he could see everything coming together again, this time he needed to buy his time, test the waters before he could make a final decision.
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Are you a prideful man my son? Or are you a humble one? I do not yet know what you are going through, however I do know about one thing.
I shall be proud of you no matter what you turn out to be.
Any father who has their mind straight knows this, which is why I'll be waiting until you come back home.
-To my dear son Theodore Silver-
-Sincerely your father Samson Silver-
Closing the letter Silver let out a long drawn out breath. It had been so long since he had read his father's final letter. It brought back bittersweet memories.
"Unit 4 it's your turn to advance" relayed the XO from the G1 base.
"Roger that, all units circle formation, cause as much damage as you can" ordered Silver as he moved down a slope in his Glasgow.
"Roger" four other Glasgow's followed after. Bullets rained down on their trail as the Knightmares advanced at top speed. Their armor was light but it proved strong against the enemy weapons.
Closing the distance they focused on the turrets and opened fire. Ripping through the old railway turret armor. The pilot had no chance of surviving. Moving towards the other turrets they opened fire achieving the same results.
As they came closer to the enemy base three of the Knightmares fired their slash harkens towards the openings. The remaining two went around to destroy the turrets around the hilltop base.
The battle lasted roughly three hours before the remaining rebels dropped their weapons. Cornelia had them all lined up and interrogated on the whereabouts of zero.
None of them knew anything so she had them all executed on the spot.
Her words were as follows.
"A battle without leadership is the same as fighting with a child, there is no challenge and nothing to learn"
"I leave the clean up to you Lieutenant silver" saluting the soldier knew this was another one of her tests. It was a way to see if anyone was worthy of their ranks. So far she hadn't said anything about his skills so he hoped he had impressed her.
"Sir, should I set up a camp for you?" Asked Kristen. As she turned towards him.
"No need, we'll clear the corpses and secure equipment for today, tomorrow I want to know how far this base spreads" he said as returned inside his own cockpit.
"Sir" said Kristen.
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Days had passed with no major changes in japan. Until one morning Silver realized something very peculiar. Inside his tent Silver had set up a base from where his men had reported their findings.
"These men do not work for Zero. They must've been spurred by his sudden dramatic victory, also I do not see anyone who could be part of the JLF" said Silver as he stared at a screen.
"Very well return to headquarters and await my instructions"* said a woman over the screen. "Of course princess Cornelia"
The screen faded to black as Silver let out a disappointed sigh. "What's the matter?" Asked Kristen.
"I am disappointed...I thought I might've found Rook amongst the dead" Silver said.
"...Sir if you wouldn't mind, what is the story between you and that man?" Asked Kristen.
"It's a long story, he killed my father and went into hiding. I've been searching for him, it took me several years but now I have him in my grasp" he looked at his guard in the eyes as he said.
"And I will not stop until I get my answers out of him"
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Reading through a long list of tasks Chris scratched his head. "All of this must be done in order to gain the JLF's favor?" He wondered as he walked around the base.
"Yes sir, the message was brought to us by three of their soldiers" taping his feet on the floor Chris nodded. "They want me to bring fifty brand new Knightmares, four trucks of weapons and a manpower of a hundred men..."
Crossing his arms Chris gazed out into the ruined ghetto. His face was settled in a frown.
"One hundred men I can take care of that, fifty Knightmare frames that I cannot do... Without their leadership I am stuck on this building, but their terms are a little over the top"
"Any news from our spies?" He asked another of the minions. He shook his head "no sir, they haven't integrated into the army, maybe they already know about us?" Wondered the minion.
Remaining silent Chris wondered about his next move. Seconds passed before he walked to the third floor. Lights could be seen shinning through the cracks. A soft whisper was followed as twenty soldiers dressed in black samurai armor ran out of the building with swords and bows.
Another flash of light came only this one remained for far longer. The building had a slight tremor and all minions gazed at the opening.
The sounds of powerful wings flapping made them wonder what was going on. Standing on their posts they waited. Chris came walking down the stairs. He seemed to be almost lost in thought.
"Master?" Asked one of the minions.
"Any word from Marcia?" He asked as he came back to reality.
"None at all, we can search for her if you desire so?" Offered one of the minions.
"No, she can take of herself. I'll be out for a few hours keep the base protected" he said before walking down the stairs to the entrance of the building.
Outside a large shadow passed overhead those who lived in the ghetto gazed upon the creature in worry.
The group of twenty samurai advanced towards the Tokyo settlement. On foot and lacking proper weapons it was suicidal to go. Their master however had other plans.
As they traversed through the main street civilian vehicles stopped and wondered what were a bunch of men doing running through the main street.
But they didn't stop even with the sun under them, many of the citizens were calling the authorities. Yet the men pressed onwards.
The main gate came to view as a checkpoint had been set up. The police was prepared for them.
The samurai stopped.
Everyone was observing what they would do. A news helicopter flew around to witness the exchange. The civilians cleared the road as the police decided to confront these men.
"The show's over, drop your weapons and surrender quietly" spreading into two rows the samurai took out their bows. Waiting in silence the group said nothing.
A shadow passed overhead. Everyone turned towards the sky. What was supposed to be impossible was happening before their very own eyes.
A massive dragon flew over head. Four legs each equipped with razor sharp claws, a powerful body protected by blue scales, a tail that was two meters long a shard of diamond was at the end. It's eyes gazed down at the blockade, the police were speechless never had anyone witnessed a monster straight out of a fairy tale.
But this was reality.
Opening it's mouth the dragon fired lighting at the soldiers. Electrocuting them until they turned into burnt to crisps. The soldiers cheered as they resumed their advance.
The helicopter crew was silent. Having witness the terrifying power of this creature they decided to move away from the scene.
Landing on the white walls of the settlement the dragon rested it's massive wings and looked for anyone who would dare challenge it's might.
The sun set as the battle took place just a few miles ahead. The men were brave as they faced their enemy, but once again the lack of proper planning had them die out for nothing.
The police investigated the scene but found no trace of the mythical creature. Knowing that a report like this would be looked down upon they wrote it off as a Knightmare frame attack.
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The night fell over the Ghetto as Chris was approached by several soldiers. "Rook your request has been given a second thought, meet us tomorrow morning on Tottori" informed one of the soldiers.
"What brought this change of mind?" Asked Chris as he stood with arms crossed.
"Britannia is acting more and more aggressively...we need to take any and all aid we can if we wish to stay alive" revealed one of the men.
"But what about the miracle worker Todoh? Surely he can turn the tide against the Britannians" at that everyone fell silent.
"I'll meet you tomorrow morning, you can count on that" he said changing subjects.
"Good, if you will excuse us" saluting the group of soldiers scattered.
Standing on the dark street Chris rubbed his chin. "...Todoh hasn't made any moves? I heard he defeated the Britannians several times but, is it true?"
A chilly wind passed by the street. Walking towards his base Chris spotted Marcia waiting for him with a cup of warm tea and a bright smile on her face.
"So what did they say?" She asked as he handed him the cup of tea.
"They're in dire straights, tomorrow I'll meet them and hopefully they'll take me in, if not then I'll just have to fend for myself again" Chris said.
"At least I have some good news" she said as she began walking inside the base.
"What are the good news?" Chris wondered as he sip his tea.
"Tomorrow I'll show you what I've been up to, we'll meet the members of the JLF so we need to travel in style" Marcia said.
"More surprises?" He asked aloud as he joined her inside the base.
"Word has spread that a dragon was spotted this morning. Was it you?" Asked Marcia.
"Yes, I was testing the limits of summoning when I came upon this new idea" revealed Chris.
"I guess firing from the sky will give us a massive advantage, but why didn't you try making a machine?" She wondered.
"I can summon organic beings, summoning isn't just mix matching a bunch of ideas together and hoping it works. In order to summon a creature I must first think of their shape every muscle movement, their thought process, their power and their lifestyle once all of this has been thought of I can more or less create a creature" he said in a lecturing tone.
"Have you tried creating a KLF? What if I get you some blueprints could you maybe create one of flesh and bones?" Asked Marcia curious as to the power of summoning.
"... I'll let you know if I ever attempt it, for now I bid you goodnight" kissing her cheek Chris walked away.
"I'd give anything to have as much power as you do Chris, you could rule the world if you had the right people at your disposal" clasping her hands together Marcia gazed at the night sky.
Many stars could be seen tonight. Tracing the stars she could see the dragon constellation. Maybe it was a sign of power, iron will and devotion. Just like the dragon he had summoned today.
It doesn't matter. Whatever may come their way she will always stay at Chris's side no matter what.