Authors note: okay! Turians, Ice atronach's and Danamaku Kamikaze!
Seriously though, Turians. Three of them. one is well known, but I am portraying differently, mainly because I'm tired of seeing Desolas the same way all the time, so I'm screwing with canon.
Also two machine crazies and pilot bodysuits. (You'll see what I mean. see the after the codes if you don't understand how I'm describing them.)
now on with the show / Chapter!
enjoy.
"Have the Spirits forsaken your fool brain or mistaken it for dirt!" Desolas Arterius roared over his comms. Desolas had recently become a Captain of the Turian Hierarchy, and was on a patrol when he got a message from another Turian ship in a nearby system requesting for his ship to act as an amplifier to send a message to the hierarchy. Normally such a thing would be ridiculous, but the ship in questions Comms were apparently malfunctioning due to trace amounts of some form of unknown energy in the system.
Which led to the current situation. Desolas agreed to have his ship forward the signal to the hierarchy on the condition that he was allowed to listen to the message as he was curious about the unknown energy, but once he had heard everything the captain of the other ship, an even younger captain named Virek Cathris, said to their superior, he simply could not contain his rage.
Hailing a Potentially alien ship on only one channel, attacking them almost immediately after the hail was sent, keeping up such an attack, all because the unknown ship had been nearing an inactive relay. The stupidity of his action was absurd, and while he acted as a Turian should and explained all his actions with complete surety of them, it still angered Desolas greatly.
"Captain Arterius, I was under the impression you were simply witnessing this communication, not joining in it." General Tathid Arcrus said through the Comm as he turned his gaze back to Captain Virek Cathris. "is there anything else you would like to add to your report, Captain Cathris?"
"No sir, I have nothing to add to my report, aside from the fact that the ship in question attempted to activate a mass relay, and as such, their place of origin should be found so that the Hierarchy can go and show them the error of their ways before adopting them as a client race to enter the galactic community!"
"You cannot honestly-" Desolas began to say, until the general raised a claw and looked to Desolas.
"Captain Arterius. Protocol for this situation is clear. Anyone who attempts to activate dormant relays must be denied under all circumstances. If they will not back off after being warned, force is the next step."
Desolas was quiet as he glared at the general, his mandibles twitching in anger.
"You have something to say captain Arterius?"
"I do. Protocol may state as you say, but it also states that contact with unknown alien races is to be as civil and pleasant as possible. Inviting them to the citadel to speak with the council and join it is of the utmost priority. Virek's actions have made that impossible. If this new race discovers what we have done, it will be war, not peace that they have with us, and it will be a talk about reparation, not joining willingly that they have with the council!"
"Oh please, there is no proof that the ship I fired upon was an alien ship. It was likely just a Batarian scout!" Virek responded angrily.
"The proof is in the information you shared." Desolas said angrily. "An extremely tiny ship, with no visible weapons, and no mass effect field. That is what the scans you sent before speaking said in them, di they not?"
"Well, yes but-"
"The fact they had no mass effect signature likely means that they have either not discovered it, or have no element zero to discover it with. Additionally, a ship of that size, with no visible weapons, would have no weapons because of its size! What you destroyed was likely some sort of scouting ship or probe, likely from a nearby system that has only recently discovered space flight!"
"T-that's-"
"The situation is complicated." General Arcrus said. "Yes, protocol related to inactive Relays does state that they must be stopped with all available power, but protocol about new or unknown alien races also dictates they be contacted and invited under the pretenses of peace. There has not been a case of both protocols coming into effect in the same instance. There is no protocol for it."
"General, may I voice a suggestion then?" Desolas asked carefully.
"You may." The general replied.
"I suggest that we contact the council, get them involved before we find the new aliens again, and attempt communicating again. With the Salarians and Asari there with us, contact with the new aliens should not be impossible and we can resolve this situation without it devolving into combat, or in the worst case, war."
The communication was quiet for many moments, until finally the general spoke up. "I will speak to the Hierarchy about the situation. The Primarch can decide how we proceed. Until a decision is made however. . ." He pauses as he looks at Desolas and Virek. "Desolas you are to move your ship to Virek's position, and both of your ships will hold position there. Any ships you encounter that you can classify, must be warned and sent away. If other ships similar to the one you encountered appear, you are to hail them until they respond. You will only fire in self-defence if fired upon, is this understand?"
"Yes sir!" Both captains responded immediately.
"Good, you have your orders. I will contact you when a decision is made."
With that the connection to the general was cut, and only the two of them remained connected.
"Arterius are you trying to-" Cathris began to say, until Desolas cut the connection to him and walked out of his ships communication room; fuming the entire way as he moved to the bridge of his ship.
The entire situation was ridiculous and made Desolas nervous about for reasons he did not fully understand. He still had the image from Vireks' ship in his head, that little blue and green ship, far smaller than any ship should be, and turning so fast it'd shear their own ships in two. This wasn't just a case of a lack of element zero like he suggested, it felt like something more. The ship was strange, nothing like he had seen before, and the energy readings that Virek hadn't mentioned to the general worried him, especially since it apparently could have been responsible in disrupting Vireks long distance communications.
He would have to find out why it worried him so seriously, and the easiest wat to do that would be to look at the scans from Virek's ship himself, and to do that, he needed to get to his ship.
"Move us to the Hunters pride in the nearby system." Desolas said as he made it to the bridge of his ship, his people immediately beginning their work as he ordered it.
"Heading set sir. We have to go through one relay, so it will take us roughly half a day to get there." The pilot said calmly.
"Very good. Inform me of when we arrive; I shall be in my quarters." Desolas said as he turned and left the bridge as quickly as he came, his mind spinning with information and possibilities. Virek had fired on the alien ship and had tried to contact Palaven for nearly a day before his own ship came into range. Another half day had been wasted setting up the communication with the General and waiting on him, and now another half day to get to Virek's ship. Two days since the alien's ship had been destroyed.
Desolas hopes it wasn't so long that they became paranoid about their missing ship, or were already looking for it.
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Cirno drifted through the forests of New Eden after a well-deserved rest, a huge grin plastering her face like a kid in a candy shop. the air sung with birds and bugs, she could see other fairy's dancing around in a nearby glade while a pair of them appeared to be wrestling, one trying to choke the other out, and the blue sky shone down like a beam of happiness.
It was a good day.
Of course it was a good day; it was time for ice cold revenge!
The day before she had received her mission, and as soon as the briefing was done she had leapt into the closest simulator to make sure she'd know how to fly the new ship she was to use. The Danmaku class Interceptor. Just from its simulation it turned on a leaf, soared like a Tengu and fired off rounds in such a quantity that it reminded her of fighting Marisa Kirisame for the first time all those years ago. It was a great ship, and as Cirno naturally knew how to fly, she could apply some of her natural skill to her piloting though not as much as she'd like. It had taken her five attempts, without taking a break at all, until she got a rating that'd allow her to go on the mission, a rating of 89. She would have like 99, but she'd take what she could get, this was after all, revenge for Dai, and she couldn't wait to fly the interceptor itself and really feel its capabilities!
Reaching the edge of the city Cirno picked up her speed, going from a casual stroll to quick flight as if it was as simple as breathing. The quicker she got to the docks, the quicker she could leave and show the aliens what it meant to attack her friend!
"Hey Cirno!"
And speaking of her friend, there she was. At the end of the street at a café on the corner run by some friendly youkai sat Daiyousei and Rumia, who was wearing a devious smirk. Rumia was a Youkai who Cirno and Daiyousei had known since before the border broke. She was simple back then, but when the border broke she gained a little bit of age and intelligence, similar to how some fairy's had. In the past, just like Cirno and Daiyousei, she looked childish, now though she looked older than either of them, almost in her mid-twenties. Her once short blonde hair was down to her shoulder blades and well cared for. She was wearing a black top that was loose against her modest chest and a similarly loose black skirt with a leather military jacket tied around her waist. Held there by the jacket was a sword of black metal that had the remains of a long destroyed Talisman permanently melded into its handle, the remains of the Talisman ribbon she once had in her hair.
"Morning Cirno, I hear you owe me lunch!" Rumia declared with a smile as she pointed to the seat across from her and Dai.
"Ugh, I do but . . . another time maybe? I'm kind of in a hurry?" Cirno asked uncertainly.
"Nope!" Rumia said with a grin. "You owe me food, and I'm hungry. That and I forgot my Wallet in the barracks."
"Why not go and get it then?" Cirno asked as she sighed and sat down, waving at a waitress to tell them they were ready to order.
"Don't want to go back. Ever since the News last night the entire barracks has been buzzing. I like it more quiet."
"News? What news?"
"Cirno, what was talked about yesterday!" Dai said under her breath.
"Oh right, so everybody knows then? Aliens?" Cirno asked.
"Yep. It's why I'm not going back to the barracks. Too many people too worked up about it. Makes me hungry." Rumia said before turning to the Waitress as she came over and pointing to her order on the menu. An act that Cirno and Dai mirrored as they continued to speak.
"Everything makes you hungry Rumia." Cirno deadpanned.
"Yeah . . . What are you doing though? Is the fifth division doing anything because of the news?" Daiyousei asked nervously.
"Not as of yet. We've been told to stay on notice and that's it. Training this morning was cancelled, as was our work this afternoon I think their waiting for something."
"Probably for me to go kick their butts!" Cirno said with a grin.
"Dai told me about it. To think you get to have the first go at em, makes me envious. I want to see if they taste good!"
"Well you'll have to wait." Cirno said with a grin as the waitress came over and placed their food on the table. Dai had a salad, Rumia what looked to be some sort of well cooked meat and fries, and Cirno a fruit smoothie. "Ah, can I get a lid to go, please?" Cirno asked the Waitress as she left, nearly sitting on the edge of her seat in anticipation to leave.
"You really want to get going huh?" Rumia asked, noticing that Cirno was actually floating above her seat about an inch, not sitting on it.
"Yeah; I had to learn new ships controls, so I want to see what it can do out of a simulator! And I want to get revenge for Dai! And beat up some Aliens!"
"But I'm right here." Dai said.
"Yeah, but they killed you, so I'll get revenge for you!"
Daiyousei let out a sigh and silently moaned at her understanding of how other races saw death. It made things annoying for her, and she wished she didn't understand the difference.
"Sounds like fun. Hope I get a piece of them soon." Rumia said as the waitress came back and placed a cap and straw on Cirno's cup with a silent smile.
"Thanks." Cirno said with a smile as she pulled out some coins and dropped them on the table for the waitress, just before leaping over her chair with a grin. "Got to go beat on aliens, bye!
"Ah, Cirno, hang on a sec!" Rumia called, stopping Cirno in her tracks. As she turned around Rumia threw something at her, Cirno catching it on instinct and looking it over in her hand. It was a blank card with five golden stars on the lower left corner and ornate red ending. "You'll have time when you slip to go to the aliens yeah, use that while waiting!"
Cirno looked at it for a moment and grinned as she realized what Rumia meant. She had handed her a Blank Spellcard, a five star one. "Are you sure, a five star Spellcard is pretty important, yeah?"
"Consider it a repayment for lunch, and a gift for beating on those aliens with!" Rumia said with a grin.
"Got it!" Cirno said as she slipped the Blank Spellcard into her jacket and flew off down the streets of New Eden's Capitol. The city was calm and beautiful, but now that she knew that everyone had been informed of what had happened with Dai, she began to things a little bit off with some people. Some looked worried, others excited, and some had vindictive smiles. It was like when an incident happened all over again! Everyone was getting ready for what they could do for it!
With her wings beating incessantly, and pointlessly, Cirno sped through the city darting across streets, down roads and even over some low buildings and pushed forward to her objective, the New Eden Spaceport. And as she soared around a corner, it came into view.
The New Eden space port was the largest facility on the planet, easily as large as the whole city and most of its smaller communities put together. The majority of its size was taken up by the massive landing areas for ships and their hangers, but the buildings around the spaceport were just as impressive, their silver roofs and antennas piercing the sky like horns and claws.
Entering the main building she took to the air and kept herself aloft near the ceiling to not get in anyone way and made her way through it toward the military section of the spaceport. The military controlled a full third of the spaceport buildings and half of it by landing area, but to keep things organized, all personnel had to enter though the same door, a door that was connected to the public area of the spaceport.
Finally getting to the door itself Cirno floated own in front of it to see the door man sitting on a chair with his feet up, a large laser pistol on his belt in easy reach. The human tipped his hat out of the way to look at Cirno and smiled. "Business?"
"Yes. Operative Cirno, here to go beat down on aliens!"
The human let out a chuckle and pulled out a Tablet that he quickly began fiddling with for a few seconds. "Yep, I've orders to let you in without any scans. You'll want to down to the R&D area at the far end of the building. One of their techs is there and wants to speak to you." The man explained as the absurdly heavy metal doors slid into the wall, showing off their stupid half meter of Thickness. The Alliance love security on some places, and even high level magic would have trouble with such doors. R&D locations were one such place with such security, though it was often for the public's security, not R&D's.
"Thanks!" Cirno called as she went though, not hearing the humans other words as she sped into and down the halls of the Military side of the spaceport.
Unlike the public side of it, the military side was far less crowded. People were walking around, doing their jobs and the like, and there was a definite steely feeling to the air as engineers and techs rushed around, but it was far calmer despite the nature of the area, and speeding down the halls caused no one any hazard with the lessened number of people.
Finally arriving at the R&D Section of the spaceport, made obvious by the lack of paint on the metal walls and the very industrial look of everything including a sign that said Research and Development in big gold letters, Cirno flew in and was immediacy accosted by a trio of flying spheres that tried to block her path.
"Ah, what, hey, move!" Cirno said in annoyance as all three spheres moved to block her no matter how she tried to go around. "That's it! I'll just-"
"You don't need to go that far!" A voice called as the drones suddenly lowered to the floor and slid over to their apparent operator. Standing a bit taller than Cirno with cargo pants and a loose tank top covering her chest was someone Cirno had come to know in the past. A green haired kappa named-
"Nitori! Hey! What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you." Nitori said simply with a smile as she tapped a few buttons on the wrist computer she wore, making the drones that had gotten in Cirno's way fly off down the hall. "I'm part of the Interceptor design team, so I came with it to New Eden along with one other tech to make sure you don't break it before it gets off the ground."
"Uh, I- I wouldn't break it, not that quickly." Cirno said with a sour looking pout as Nitori gestured for her to follow her down the halls.
"I know I'm just messing with you. . . . The interceptor is an amazing ship, I'm actually surprised their giving it to you for your mission."
"It's because I'm just that strong!" Cirno said proudly.
"Yeah, well let's hope the aliens aren't too strong then." Nitori said as the came to a large metal door, with a smaller metal door beside it. "Oh almost forgot!" She exclaimed as she turned to Cirno. "There's still some last minute stuff we need to do to the interceptor to get it ready, so head in here and change into the new Piloting suit for it."
"Eh? What's wrong with my uniform?" Cirno asked standoffishly.
"Nothing, if you don't mind dying by being turned into a paste from the G forces the Interceptor will get in actual space flight." Nitori said with a smirk as she pointed to the smaller door. "Your suits hanging on a locker at the far end of the room near the back door. Once you've changed just go through it into the hanger and you'll see me working on the interceptor!"
Cirno watched Nitori leave though the large doors and sighed as she went through the smaller one and into the changing room. Like most changing rooms it was simply rows of lockers with one wall being covered in showers set into recesses in the walls. It quickly became apparent that no one else was in the changing room either, allowing Cirno to quickly head to the back wall. Just as Nitori explained, hanging up off an open looker was the pilot suit, though it was far different than Cirno had expected.
Previous piloting suits she had worn, like in training, or ones she had seen other wear were often like old style human, or old Lunarian suits. Bulky layers of protective fabric and carapace along with head masks and breathers. This suit however looked like it was made of extremely thin plastic, with chunks of metal here and there, mostly on each hip and the back between where someone's shoulder blades would sit. There was also metal in the lower arms that looked like it was made for a WristComp* to go into it. It appeared to be all one piece too, not made up of multiple pieces of clothing.
As she got closer Cirno noticed a note stick onto the hangar the suit was on and grabbed it, looking it over.
Cirno, I'll explain the suit in a bit, so just put it on, make sure the collar piece is closed properly around your neck, then tap the keys on each hip piece and hit the latch on the back. The suit will constrict to your form. Oh, and don't wear anything under it or it may be uncomfortable.
Nitori
PS, there's a flap on the leg were you can keep spells cards if you have any on you.
PSS: and no I did not design this. I swear it.
Cirno tossed the note to the side with a sigh as she began undressing. It didn't really bother her, there was no one else in the change room, and even if there was she had nothing to hide, but would it have killed Nitori to tell her in the first place? Now if she died she'd have to come all the way back here to get her uniform. Fairy's resurrected with their most casual clothing unless they chose otherwise after all, had she somehow forgotten that?
. . . . . She probably had. Nitori wasn't a fairy after all.
With another sigh, Cirno finished undressing and grabbed the suit, found the hole in the top of it and began slipping her legs into it. It felt weird, like a cross between plastic and silk. Getting it on was simple and it felt strangely loose, at least until Cirno tapped the two pieces of metal that sat on her hips and the one on her back. Without any warning the suit began shrinking, becoming tighter until it hugged her body as closely as possible in every angle. Looking it over Cirno found that she could only barely feel the suit and it was very easy to move in. the material was apparently. Thick enough that it did not show off anything that it shouldn't, but the fact it hugged her form so closely was still embarrassing, something she didn't feel often.
Stowing her uniform into the locker, and taking her Spellcards out of the pocket of her skirt, she left the changing room, being sure to slip the Spellcards, including the blank one, in the only pocket like place on the suit in her left leg.
The room she entered was a giant section of the military hanger used by R&D. Dozens of small prototype crafts sat around the room, the far wall open to the outside of the port overlooking the ocean from high cliffs, After a moment of looking Cirno spotted Nitori to her right near the far wall of the hanger, her head ticking out of the top of a craft that Cirno had never seen before, but recognized immidiatly.
Ship designs in the alliance varied greatly according to who designed them. If a ship was designed by a human or youkai, if often was very blocky or violent looking, while Lunarian designs often were more smooth and curved. Magically designed ships were even further down the spectrum, looking like old worn masses of steel; at least up till magic began coursing through and making them glow ominously. The ship Nitori was working on however was not quite like any other design she had seen.
It was shaped sort of like a backwards arrowhead, a large but sleek engine coming out of the point at the back. The cockpit was inset into the body of the ship, barely visible, and between it and the engine was a large hole that Nitori was currently partly sticking out of. Cirno could see at least two lasers on the side closer to her, as well as what she thought could be a pulse cannon on the underside of the one wing, partially built into it. The ship had the sleekness of a Lunarian design, the blocky shape of a Human design, and had the dangerous, yet subtle, look of youkai designs the only thing it was missing was magic runes and it'd look like all of the designs smashed into one small arrowhead of death!
It honestly looked really cool in Cirno's opinion.
"Wow, looks fun!" Cirno commented as she got closer, making her presence known to Nitori, who simply glanced slightly at her and continued to work.
"Yep. Just give . . . me. . . One . . . moment to . . . there got it!" Nitori exclaimed as she stood up, wiped some sweat off her forehead and climbed out of the hole, dropping to the floor and turning to Cirno. "Looks pretty cool huh? It uses various design philosophies in its construction, and should be really powerful . . . . . . . Once the Reactor gets here."
"It has no reactor?" Cirno asked sadly.
"No its here, but it's in the back room getting activated by our local magicians. Transporting prototypes with active reactors is a bad idea, and no point in activating it before its ready, right?" Nitori said as she walked around to the front of the Ship, motioning for Cirno to join her. "Its engine is twice as powerful as a regular Lunarian fighter's engine, though with the added armaments and weight it only matches a fighters speed. It has angling jets on the top, sides and bottoms of the wings as well as in front of the cockpit, meaning you can activate them to quickly change the direction and speed of the ship. Though the G's from doing so would be rather painful normally . . . ."
"It was hard to get use to at first in the sim . . . Is that the reason for this thing?" Cirno asked as she pointed to skin-tight pilot suit she had changed into.
"Yes actually. I won't tell you what it's made out of, as I'd end up biting my tongue, but the suit is a newly designed pilot suit that we in R&D hope will replace older pilot suits. It's protects the body from absurd amount of G forces, is resistant to Fire, cold, Electricity, acid and completely blocks wind. A helmet we've designed can be connected to the suit at the neck as well, creating a suit that can be in space with a basic air tank that would let most people stay adrift for about an hour, or two if they are small. The best part is that its skin tight, so it won't get in the way and won't impede movement, and is enchanted with magic enhancements to protect the wearer even further. It hasn't been tested in that facet, but we figure it should be able to block at least a handful of direct kinetic rounds."
"And lasers? Magic?"
"Its enchantments will protect from some low level magic, but we haven't had a chance to test it with lasers, beams or actual kinetic rounds yet. This is the pilot version, so our main focus was G forces and elemental resistance. Our ground combat suit we're designing is far stronger and customizable, but it is still a couple days from completing its preliminary testing phase and-"
"Hey Nitori! The Reactor is active and ready to, OH MY GOODNESS!"
Cirno and Nitori turned to look past the interceptor, and Nitori swore under her breath. Standing there was a Twelve foot tall Mechanical Exosuit of heavy metal and wires, holding in one of its massive triple fingered hands, an active MAGTECH Reactor waiting to be installed into the interceptor. Piloting said Exosuit however, was the one that Nitori was swearing about, Sanae Kochiya. She was a young woman, maybe twenty five if someone was to guess her age by her looks, who had long green hair the color of spring grass, and a body many women would kill for. Nitori would admit she herself had a nice body, but it was nothing to Sanae's. Long sleek thin legs, wide hips, a tight waist and very large breasts, soft skin, thin arms, she basically had the perfect body in many people's eyes. It wasn't her body that Nitori was annoyed by though-
"Goodness it looks so good on you Cirno, I'll be right down and I can-" Sanae went on constantly, not seeming to even breathe.
"Sanae! Place the reactor in the interceptor so I can hook it up, then you can talk to Cirno about your suit!"
-It was her personality that often drove Nitori crazy on occasion.
"Oh right, Reactor first, almost forgot!" Sanae said with a cutesy face, her tongue stuck out in a silly pose, as she piloted the Exosuit and carefully deposited the Reactor into the hole on the interceptor. It was small for a reactor, but it was still almost two thirds the Size of Cirno or Nitori. "Okay, Reactor is in. I'll go park this and be right back!" Sanae said as the Exosuit quickly stomped off, shaking everything around as it went.
"Hope you're ready for her Cirno, Sanae designed that suit you're wearing. I'll be connecting the last parts for the interceptor." Nitori said as she walked over and climbed onto it with no difficulty.
"Do I have to be?" Cirno asked no one in particular as she saw Sanae running over to her. it had been impossible to tell beforehand while she was piloting the mechanics Exosuit as only her head had been visible, but she appeared to be wearing a Bodysuit that looked like Cirno's only it was pale and dark green in its colors, unlike the Blue and silver of Cirno's.
"Cirno! Whoa, it looks so good on you!" Sanae said gleefully as she ran up to Cirno and began circling her with an inquisitive eye, looking her entire, or more accurately, the bodysuit, up and down nonstop. "It fits you so well and even shaped around you perfectly! How much of it can you feel? Is it easy to move around in? What do you think of it? Are there any-"
"Humans die if they don't breathe Sanae! Stop talking!" Cirno suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Sanae stopped, looked at Cirno, coughed bit, exhaled and drew in a big breath with a smile. "Humans sure, but I'm not really a human remember? I'm deified!"
"Still human. If I choke you out for long enough you die. If I freeze you solid for long enough, you die."
"I'll make a miracle to breathe some other way, and a miracle to survive freezing. Won't die." Sanae countered, calming down as she did, judging by how her face color was returning to normal.
"ugh, miracles are cheating." Cirno said with a sigh as she pointed at Sanae, specifically the bodysuit she was wearing. "So you designed, or made . . . Are responsible for this?"
"Hmm, for what?" Sanae asked obliviously.
"These," Cirno shifted uncomfortable, "stupidly skin-tight suits. I feel like people are eyeing me up and down from how tight it is to my skin! It's embarrassing!"
"Oh it's not that bad, swimsuits show off more skin than these do!" Sanae said with a grin. "And yes, I designed and made them. I made the one I'm wearing a year or so ago, as a suit to protect me from mechanical problems when working with machines. When R&D Began deliberating ideas for a next gen pilot suit I put it forward as an option and it was considered and then accepted because its resilient, will not get in the way and protects the wearer well!"
"Why does it need to be so tight though?"
"Huh? Well, to not be in the way, that and let's be honest, we've been running around space and colonizing worlds, yet all of our uniforms haven't changed at all! We needed something that at least looked like it was space age or sci-fi, right?"
Cirno looked at Sanae and sighed. It was no use. She wasn't going to win this argument. It just wasn't possible. She needed to change the subject or she'd be getting grilled for her thoughts on the suit again. "Did you help with the interceptor?"
"Oh yes I did, how much did Nitori tell you about?"
"The propulsion and engine. The Simulator only had it with lasers though, is that all it has?"
"Oh no, not at all!" Sanae said as she walked over to the front of the Interceptor and beamed as she spoke. "The interceptor has nine Weapon systems on it, all of them as mirror linked banks that-"
"Huh?"
"Oh right sorry." Sanae said as she began gesturing at just one side of the interceptor. "What that means is that is has nine weapon banks, so this gun is connected and fires in tandem with the one in the same position on the opposite side. It basically has eighteen weapons points on it, but because they are linked in tandem, nine."
"Okay, I think I get it." Cirno said uncertainly. "What are they then?"
"A variety actually." Sanae began. "Of the nine banks, four of them are repeating laser banks, two of them are beam emitters, two of them are Ejection ports, and one bank is pulse cannons!"
"Ejection ports? Like-"
"No it doesn't eject you." Sanae said swiftly. " We haven't come up with a better name for it yet, maybe spell card launcher, but it's a new system we were given to use that was designed by Marisa and Patchouli. Basically you put a spell card of three stars or less into the system and the ejection port creates the effect of that spell card for a time. It only works with spell cards that have range though, and it only lasts about two minutes per spell card that is inserted. It also puts that Spellcards effects to all the ejection ports." Sanae said as she motioned to an unlit pair of generic magic circles set between what looked to be two beam emitters.
Cirno thought for a second as Sanae's words began to make sense to her and she pulled out a Spellcard of the pocket on her leg. "So, if I put my icicle machinegun into it –"
"Each ejection port would begin firing your icicle machine gun. Yep!"
"Oh that's cool!"
"Yes it is! What other Spellcards do you have with you?
"Two icicle machine guns, two Insta-freeze beams, and this blank five star I was planning on preparing while mid-slip." Cirno said as she looked over the interceptor and its eighteen total guns. It was a thing of beauty, and all the guns made it clear where its name came from.
"Those will be good to use in its ejection ports. With them, and the four laser banks and two beam banks, you should be able to cause serious damage to almost anything if you focus your fire on it for a sparse couple seconds."
"What about the pulse cannons, there's one on each side so-"
The pulse cannons fire in tandem like the other guns, but. Okay, so you know how lasers and beams have different firing speeds right?"
"Yeah."
"And how different Spellcards have different casting speeds?
"Yes?"
"Well, the lasers, beams and ejection ports all will fire when you pull the trigger, all at the same time. their different firing speed will make it harder to judge how they move by the enemy, but because they use a different firing speed, and there is some dispersion on lasers and Spellcards, if the pulse cannons fired at the same time a laser could hit them and disrupt them, making them blow up right in front of your ship. That and their recharge speed is terrible so they are only good at certain times. So the pulse cannons on a separate trigger so you can use them when needed."
" . . . .So little guns on one hand, big guns on other hand?" Cirno asked for clarification.
"I- I guess so, yes."
"Good, when can I leave and go beat down those aliens for Dai?" Cirno asked loudly, sounding as triumphant as if she had returned from doing so already.
"As soon as Nitori finishes-"
"Done!" Nitori suddenly called as he climbed off the interceptor and dropped to the ground with a wrench in her hand, half melted. "The Reactors all connected up, the casing is on, and everything is airtight. It's ready to fly!"
"Sweet! Open it up then!" Cirno said with a grin as she ran toward it as Nitori pushed a short wheeled staircase over to its side.
"Aw, I wanted to know more about what you thought of the pilot suit!" Sanae complained as she came over and climbed the stairs with Nitori, right behind Cirno.
"Okay, you know how to pilot it from the Sim," Nitori began with a smile as Cirno climbed into the Cockpit and stepped herself in. "You know how to turn everything on and set the boundary drive, right?"
"Of course! Piloting is too much fun not to!" Cirno replied as she flicked a dozen switches, causing all the lights in the cockpit to begin glowing faintly. A second later they began glowing fiercely, and a silent hum began emanating from the Interceptor as the reactor began being tapped for the first time.
"Okay good. You have the coordinates right?" Nitori asked, sounding nervous as she did.
"Yep. Cirno replied again as she tapped a few more keys on the console, causing two bars to slip out of the console to the sides and open up, revealing two command sticks for her hands.
"Good. Two things though," Sanae began s she leaned into the cockpit and flicked one switch, causing a small slot to open up in the centre top of the console. "This is the slot for the ejection port system. You can put a spell card in now, and it will only activate once you pull the trigger to fire."
Cirno put both hands into the control bars and flexed her fingers within. "Left side main fire, right side for the pulses?"
"Yes," Sanae replied.
"The interceptor has had a flight recorder put into it for the mission, so we at R&D can get all the info on the enemy weapons as ship as possible, as well as your own flying and how effective you were. Just be sure that the interceptor is destroyed completely okay? The recorder sends its info in real time, so we won't lose any."
"Alright, maybe I'll fly it into their bridge. That'd be fun!"
Both Sanae and Nitori sighed at the thought of all their work being used as a suicide bomber.
"Do what you must, just don't let any of it remain for the aliens to get tech from." Nitori said as Sanae climbed down from the stairway and began pulling it away, nearly making Nitori fall off as she tapped a button on the inside edge of the cockpit, causing the cockpit to slide down.
Once she stopped pulling the Stairway back Sanae raised her left arm where her WristComp was inset into her bodysuit and tapped it. "Cirno, can you hear me?"
A second of silence. another second, another. "Yep, I hear you, had to find the comms button." Cirno's voice came happily out of Sanae's WristComp.
"Good. Commence engine charge. " The engine at the back of the Interceptor Roared to life as Sanae tapped a few keys on her WristComp, making the platform the interceptor was on shift and move further down the hanger toward the open wall. " Take off in three, two, and one, Takeoff!"
The interceptor's engines roared even louder, causing people at even the far end of the hanger to cover their ears in surprise as it then burned down the hanger and out the building. In less than a second it was soaring over the ocean, then up toward the sky and out of sight.
"And with that, our job is done." Nitori said with satisfaction. "Hopefully the Intercept gets set for full production. It would make a very good spec ops or fairy kamikaze ship, as much as I don't want to admit that one."
"Yeah, oh, an email!" Sanae exclaimed as she opened it on her WristComp.
"I hope it's not about what I think it is."
"It's from R&D Headquarters. it says they need to speak to us immediately about multiple things. Not what though. Aw, I was hoping the testing on the ground unit bodysuits was complete!"
"Thank goodness. We better get to the HoloComm room then. I hope Cirno's mission goes alright."
"Yeah, me to."
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Captain Virek Cathris let out a sigh as he stood on the bridge of the Hunter's Pride. He was still waiting for Desolas to arrive with his ship, and the waiting was starting to anger him even further than Desolas already had.
He had followed protocol correctly, yet Arterius still argued with him and in front of their direct superior no less! He second guessed his actions despite following protocol, and even made it sound like he had done wrong!
It angered him to no end, but at least it seemed that the general was taking his side while considering Desolas's ridiculous idea.
"How long until Arterius Gets here?" He barked to the nearest officer on the bridge, his impatience getting the better of him.
"Not much longer sir, if they are making good time and reached the nearest relay at full speed."
"Good. As soon as he gets here I-"
"Sir, a contact has just appeared on scanners!" An officer interrupted.
"What is it, a cruiser, and frigate? Where did it come from?"
"It . . . . I'm not sure sir, it's barely twenty meters long according to the scanner, and it just barely is picking it up. Some kind of fighter or transport maybe. The scanners can't get an accurate lock on it."
"Where did it come from!?"
"Out of nowhere sir, it just appeared on our scanners . . . Just a couple dozen meters from . . . where the other ship had been destroyed!"
"What? You're sure?"
"Yes sir!"
". . . Give me a visual on it!"
"I'm trying and-, got it!"
A second later a small screen appeared before Virek. What was on it looked to be a silver triangle of some sort, but it was so small that it was hard to make out anything. Then it began moving, a massive yellow contrail forming behind it.
"Contact it as we have orders to." Virek said, annoyance tainting his tone.
"Yes sir."
". . . . . . . Where is it heading? Has it responded to our hail?"Virek asked impatiently.
"N-no sir. It's not responding to our hails, though the VI thinks that they are reaching it."
"So it's ignoring us. Where is it heading then, to the relay?"
"No sir. It's heading toward the Hunters pride. Fast."
"What? It's only the size of a landing shuttle, what is it thinking?"
"Sir, it's closing in on combat range."
Virek thought for a second and smiled, his mandibles spreading in anticipation. "Align the Guardians at it. If it attacks us, shoot it into a million pieces!"
"Yes sir the guardians are almost-" The Turian officer was stopped as warning sirens suddenly went off in the bridge, followed by a heavy crashing sound and an explosion that shook the entire ship.
"What was that!?" Virek demanded a he steadied himself. "What is going on?"
"U-unsure sir. The scanners say they picked up some form of energy, then the Shield registered a massive hit, we're down to 60, 58, 44, 37-"
"That's impossible! Fire the guardians, get me a visual!" Virek commanded, and a second later he got what he wanted, sort of. The screen before him was only picking up a stream of white green lights that filled the space between them on the screen. Then he looked out the main window of the bridge and caught sight of the enemy ship itself.
Far out in the blackness of space, the unknown ship was ahead of them, shown only by its contrail and a line of ever growing green and now blue lights. And by the time he noticed what they were, it was too late.
Green beams ransacked the ship like rain, and after a mere second the sound of shattering glass filled the bridge, just as all atmosphere began getting pulled out into the void. Falling back on his training Vireks claw scratched at the emergency blast shields button on his Omnitool, closing them over where the bridge window had sat. By the time it closed, the suction from the vent had pulled him from his post and dropped him at the foot of the blast shields, a half second away from having been sucked into the void.
"That, by the spirits, were those lasers?" one female Turian asked in disbelief as she tried to get up and crawl to her console, as many others did.
"It looked like it, didn't it? Actual Lasers!" another said as he quickly got and moved over to his console, the entire ship shaking under them. "Our kinetic barriers are down to 11 percent and, this can't be right?"
"What?" Virek asked as he got up, his heart beating so fast he would swear everyone in the d=bridge could hear it.
"Our hull integrity is down to 68 percent. We've got hull breaches on decks three five, six seven and ten and are leaking atmosphere. Our main battery is out of commission, half the guardians are down and our engines working at only twenty percent!"
Virek looked at the female Turian in shock. It was impossible, no ship could do so much damage so quickly and there was no way that ship had direct energy weapons that powerful! Not when even the Salarians didn't have them! "Wait, what about our drive core? Our mass effect field?"
"Both are stable sir. The VI has confirmed what was hitting us, partially. It's saying that our barriers were getting hit by particles of some kind as well as, frozen water? Our hull was being hit by heat and some sort of explosive energy. So maybe those lasers?
"Those were not lasers! Where is that ship! I want it blown out of the sky and-"The ship suddenly rocked as more alarms began blaring. "What was that?"
"Sir, our barriers are down and a massive energy spike was just recorded on the starboard loading hanger. Its doors have been blown apart and it's venting atmosphere!"
"Close the emergency blast doors!
"On it! The venting is slowing it and-"Another crash made the ship shudder, but this one was felt through the whole ship, and heard as if it was close by.
"What, happened!" Virek roared in anger.
"Sir, the- the enemy ship just flew into the open loading hanger before the doors closed, at full speed!"
"Wh-what!?" Virek said in shock. "They crashed into us? Suicide? What's the damage?!"
"Sir all decks are damaged, but atmosphere vents have been slowed or locked down. Oh spirits, that suicide attack pierced right through the decks and into the mass effect drive core, its damaged and is slowly losing stability!"
"Dammit, send our engineers down and stabilize the core! That is our first priority. Once the core is stable then we can clean up the ship and look at that unknown's wreckage."
"Yes sir!"
Virek let out a sigh and leaned on his console, bringing up a VI documented report of the combat and damages. The more he looked at it the less sense it made. According the VI, some of the crafts attacks simply bypassed their barriers, and others were stopped but did absurd damage against them. They were only a light cruiser, but a cruiser was still powerful in its own right. The information supplied by the Vi got even weirder as well. Strange spikes of electrical energy and radiation that did critical damage to any systems near the strike point. Then there was the points were supposedly frozen water had been striking them. The VI was now stating that there were section of the hull covered in it, and other section that apparently had the outer plating melted. It was like the reports the VI were giving were countering each other, making the situation simple. The VI was broken. One of the attacks must have damaged and broken it, so now he could not even get an intelligent report of the damages to his ship!
"Sir, sir we have a problem." A female Turian officer said nervously, sounding like she was confused.
"What is it?"
"We've, we've just lost the vitals of our repair technicians that went to stabilize the Mas effect core. Their heartbeats spiked up, then nothing.
"Sir, I've got a report from a sergeant near the core!" Another Turian called out in, in what sounded like fear. "He said he heard gunfire from the drive core room a few seconds after the technicians went in. then some other sound he said he can't describe!"
The information told Virek one thing. A boarder. But that was impossible. The ship crashed into them at full force, and blew through entire levels and walls to hit the core, and that alone was hard to take in. the idea that its pilot could survive that was unthinkable. But if there was gunfire and his people were down, it seemed like the only option. "We have a boarder; all forces are to locate and destroy it and bring its body to me!"
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Cirno sighed as she Leaned against the frozen alien before her, taking a look at the inside of the room she was in. gunning all the weapons as she flew into the enemy ship had seemed a good idea at the time, it blew apart walls and made her plunge deep into the ship, all the way to this strange room. It was spherical, and in the centre of it was a large metal sphere that seemed to glow and pulse with strange energy. It actually made her a bit nauseous being near it, and she could see a large scar across its bottom from where the interceptor must have clipped it before becoming embedded in the wall behind her.
The interceptor had been too hardy, and while it looked terrible, it still had power, meaning she had to make sure it would be destroyed and that nothing would stop if from being destroyed. So with a grin covering her face Cirno climbed back into the cockpit and typed in the passcode for setting the reactor critical. A timer with nine minutes on it appeared and began counting down. It was time to find more about about the aliens.
She hadn't gotten a good look at the first ones that had appeared as she had first climbed out of the interceptor. They had begun firing on her with small arms of some kind, and she froze them on reflex. The real problem was that the ice was dark and hard to see through, so she couldn't even look at them while frozen.
Climbing down from the cockpit Cirno went over to the door the aliens had come through and the n turned back to the Interceptor, firing a beam of ice at it until it was completely covered. "There, now they can't stop it from blowing up!" Cirno said with satisfaction as she turned and then glanced down, seeing dark marks all over her suit, and a small cut through the edge of the fabric on one leg. it appeared that while it was indeed able to stop some rounds, she had almost taken an actual hit.
A Sudden knocking at the door caught Cirno's attention as unintelligible squawks and barks came from its other side. She wondered for a second why it didn't open, unit she noticed that when she froze the three aliens that had come in and fired on her, her freeze beam had frozen most of the door with them.
"Ugh, I'll have to go out there to take more of them out and see what they look like . . . but I'm not too keen on being shot as soon as the door opens. Hmm. AH I know!" Cirno exclaimed as she began concentrating. In a matter of seconds four of her six icicle wings shifted down to her legs and arms, and began growing, forming armour of ice around her arms and legs and then around the rest of her body. There was no mirror handy, but she figured she probably looked like a fearsome hulking mass of ice.
It was time to say hi!
Covered in armour of solid ice Cirno knew she would not be able to use ant of her Spellcards, but in turn her defence was nearly impervious, and she had massive spike like tips at the end of her arms made entirely of ice. With a heavy swing she smashed through the door, shattering the ice on it and tearing metal to pieces, and walked into the hallway. A squawking from her right made her turn to the noise, and she got her first look at the Aliens.
The two aliens before her looked strange. Their skin, carapace, scale? She wasn't sure what it was, but it had a weird almost metallic look to its grey blue color. The alien's legs were double joined, like a lizards or birds, and their face's had two weird things attached to its sides. They appeared to have only three fingers and toes if they clothing was anything to go by, and their heads had weird horns coming out of the back of their heads, horns that looked really weak compares to most she had seen.
The aliens barked something at her, inaudible due to the ice covering her body, and less than a second later they raised large smooth looking objects at her. They looked similar to chemical firearms or older Lunarian rifles she had seen, but as soon as they pulled their triggers she realised it was not so. flashes of blue were accompanied by tiny specks streaking across the distance between then, blue lines trailing behind the only proof the tiny flecks had even been fired. Cirno could feel them hitting the ice armour, but they appeared to be doing little to it.
Taking a step toward them, the aliens stepped backwards away from Cirno, their weapons firing nonstop at her. Each step she took they took one, or more back, keeping the distance between them. Then their weapons stopped firing, a jet of steam hissing out the sides of them as if broken, and Cirno took the chance as soon as she saw it. Lunging forward with a speed she hadn't used in front of them yet, her thick claws of ice swept through the air, catching the one alien across the chest, tearing through his armour and body. Blue blood splattered across Cirno's ice armour, and as the other alien fell back in horror Cirno stepped forward and crushed it under the weight of her ice Encased foot.
Then more aliens appeared at the end of the hall, firing incessantly at her while screaming something.
It was pathetic really. These aliens had the gall to attack Dai's unarmed ship so quickly, but they were crumbling before her so quickly it was hard to get a feel for their strength. As she stormed down the halls, crushing and slicing any alien she encountered she began to feel a draft through her armour, and it was clear they were finally doing something to it. But by this time, she had already made it to a door that the aliens had defended fiercely. One alien even tried clawing at her with the claws on its fingers, but it availed it nothing but broken nails before Cirno threw it backwards through the door.
Walking into what appeared to be the bridge Cirno saw a dozen of the aliens all pointing smaller versions of their guns at her, and they immediately fired until each and every one of their guns stopped working, hissing incessantly. Cirno smiled as she felt her ice armor finally crumbling and falling off her body. Watching the aliens shocked expression once it fully fell to pieces was great, though she couldn't tell if they were surprised, angry or unamused. In truth she didn't care though, she still had one last spell card she hadn't used in the interceptor.
"Ice Sign. Perfect Total Freeze!"
Aliens screamed and shrieked as waves of Ice, freezing wind and pure cold Radiated out from Cirno like ripples in a pond created by an avalanche, freezing everything they touched and turning the bland bridge into a winter wonderland of blue and white.
After a few seconds Cirno began walking around the bridge, climbing up to an upper level, only to find one alien stand up from behind a blocky structure holding a gun in his hands, the tips of his thin horns covered in permafrost.
He barked something as he began firing shot, after shot, after shot.
Cirno cringed as the pain assaulted her as the flecks its gun fired embedded into her arms and torso. Some were stopped by the suit, but others simply tore through it, though the alien did not aim at her head, leaving her to suffer through the pain until its gun overheated.
Sure that the alien was done Cirno grinned at it and lunged forward. "Sword freezer!" She called out, forming a large broadsword of ice in her hand, just in time to impale the alien's torso with it down to the handle.
The alien looked at Cirno as it fell to the floor, blue blood spilling out of its mouth as it tried to say something, until the timer on Cirno's suit began beeping.
Cirno smiled and made an explosion gesture with her hands as she gave into the pain its weapon had given her and fell backwards. She hit the floor and turned her head in pain to look at the alien and grinned.
The alien's mandibles spread in in an expression that spanned species.
Horror.
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"Sir, we've just come out of the relay. We should be able to see the Hunter's Pride shortly." The helmsman said to Desolas, who was standing behind him nervously.
Hearing the information Desolas let out an anxious sigh and let his shoulder slump a bit. he had spent the entirety of the transit through the relay looking over the data that Cathris had forwarded to the hierarchy, and the more he looked over it the more he wanted to see the original scans himself.
What interested him the most was the traces of an unknown energy that sat in space for a time after the ship was destroyed. It had been swathed in the energy before it had been destroyed, so was it energy from its engines? Its drive core? He wasn't sure about nearly anything beside the fact that it wasn't element zero, and the fact that some quick testing revealed it had a strange side effect with element zero. In some Simulation they would cancel the other out, and in others the strange energy seemed to eat away at the element zero until none was left. These were just simulations however; he needed to see the energy himself for his VI to accurately simulate their relation.
"Sir, we have a problem." A Female Officer called, bringing Desolas over to her station.
"What is it?"
"The Hunters Pride is sending out a repeated communication on all frequencies, it's heavily corrupted, or scramble, but you'll want to hear it." She said as she tapped a button on her console.
' rep . . . . . .. . .atta . . . . . . . . .impos . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ble . . . defen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . board . . . . . . .crew . . . . . .all lost.'
"Spirits," Desolas muttered as he looked out the forward bridge windows. "Do we have a visual on the Hunters Pride? Are there any other contacts in the system?"
"Uh, no other contacts in system, bringing up a visual of the hunters pride now and- spirits!"
What appeared on the main screen in the bridge was not an image of the Hunters Pride as a proud ship of the Turian hierarchy, but the battered remains of a cripple animal. Her hull was covered in what looked like large masses of ice, and between the masses of ice her plating was horribly melted and mangled. Holes the size of pitted her hull in places, and her engines were a mass of flaming wreckage that floated behind the ship. Her rear loading bay looked like it had been hit by a missile, barely holding together with its emergency blast doors sealed shut, and it was clear there was a couple places that had vented atmosphere along her length. Even more worrying was the fact that the bridge's emergency blast shield had been dropped, and that half the guardian lasers on her had been destroyed, melted or impaled by giant spikes of ice.
This was not the effects of mass effect weaponry. This was not the aftermath of a Batarian raid, a comet, a solar flare, or anything else that anyone in council space had ever seen. It was something that seemed impossible out of concept, yet was sitting in front of them as if mocking everything they ever knew.
Desolas cleared his throat and spoke, though his tone was full of worry and fear that everyone could hear. "What is the Hunters Prides situation?"
"Um. . . . . Kinetic barriers are down. Hull integrity at thirty six percent. Guardian lasers are offline, and it looks like . . . . Only forty percent are operable. Hull breeches on . . . nearly every deck. Their mas effect core is registering at seventy percent integrity and slowly falling!"
"Spirits. We'll send out a boarding party to-" Desolas began to say.
"Sir, there's one last thing, there's that energy from the hunters pride's previous scan. On the hunters pride!"
"Where is it located?"
"Right beside the mass effect core. It's so large I almost couldn't locate its core and-"The officer was interrupted as a massive shockwave rattled the ship.
Looking back at the visual Desolas found a massive sphere of emery engulfing the hunters pride, shifting into every color of the spectrum so fast he could make out every color at once. Beside, and partially engulfed by the massive chromatic explosion was a smaller bright blue sphere, a common effect when a mass effect drive core went critical and exploded. the explosion stayed for a couple of full seconds before disappearing as quickly at it came, leaving only tiny fragments of debris floating where the hunters pride had been, the chromatic explosion having vaporized everything it touched.
When a mass effect drive core went critical or was punctured by an accelerate shell, the effect was catastrophic, an explosion that often ripped a ship in half. There was always wreckage though, as the explosion from a drive core was chaotic and basically a massive gravitational and electrical surge focused in one area. They were terrifying to witness, but there were always remains of the ship, a way to tell what happened, and sometimes even crew that could survive it if in far reaches of the ship.
This looked like nothing like it, and Desolas had to hold himself back from choking on his next words.
"M-move in and search the debris for anything. Survivors, some inkling as to what happened. We need to report this to the Hierarchy, but we need information to do that!"
Every crew member sprung to work, two thoughts filling their minds. Hope for survivors, and the fact that the hierarchy, was not going to like this.
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Codex
WristComp - The (barely) shortened, Wrist computer or wristComp, is a device common to the alliance. Lunarian Nanotech made it possible to create far smaller computes, and most people have them in some form or another. WristComp's can be utilized for various functions and some captains of ships have been known to anchor parts of their ships controls directly to their WristComp. Despite their fragile look WristComps are hardy and can take decent punishment for their looks, making many people far less averse to bringing them out in a combat situation.
Alliance Command / Military Structure – The alliance's Command structure, when compared to historical earth, or council Command structures is very odd. Designed to be fluid and versatile, Operatives can take command of units as they see fit and units can be folded into other units, attached to them, or split apart as need be. This is able to be done both because of training and the intrinsic mentality of many youkai that has seeped into the rest of the alliance.
Operatives cannot just take over any form of group however and those they can command are decided by their class, and individual capabilities that are noted in their operative Bio's (See below for the first one to see what is meant.)
(Decided it might be an idea to start dropping character Bio's into these codex's, both for those who are less ingrained in Touhou project, and to show how they have adapted over the years of the alliance.)
Operative Bio – Cirno
Name: Cirno (No family name.)
Race: Youkai – Fairy.
Gender: Female.
Age: Not applicable – Fairy's do not age. Physically looks to be late teens.
Power rank: C (low C)
Class: 2
Class Specifics: Works best with other fairy's. Is unable to lead non fairy's planet side and is considered Class 3 unless commanding other Fairy's.
Powers. Manipulation / Creation of ice and cold. limited flight (difficulty flying higher than 30feet for extended periods.) Fairy Resurrection.
Capabilities/skills: Highly skilled piloting skills for single person craft (fighter, interceptor) Captain skills (crew must be fairy's)
Bio: An Ice Fairy that originally hails from Gensokyo's misty lake, she now is tethered to the forests of New Eden as her home. Taking an older appearance to match the experiences she gained from alliance military training, Cirno is surprisingly powerful and skilled in piloting single pilot craft, and leading a limited crew of Fairy's as captain. Her arrogance over her power is second to none, and only backed up by her resurrection as a fairy. She is the only fairy who is an operative, but until recently has done little with the rank itself.
Authors continued note: okay, so the pilot suits are base off the ones in Muv Luv total eclipse. If you have no idea what that is, search it up, or go to konachan and put this in the search bar and it will take you directly to the perfect picture for its design look, not its exact colors. id:78003