General Tathid Arcrus stared out the window of his dreadnaughts bridge with a smile. An alien scout ship had come out of a relay, and confirmed the way his forces had needed to go to find these barbaric aliens. And now, barely twelve hours later, his forces, his armada, his revenge, was floating toward the planet of the aliens themselves, fully prepared to unleash the Hierarchies power upon them and bring them under their control as a client race.
The planet itself was beautiful, a garden world that even from far away, seemed cloaked in green and blue. It was far too good for such a barbaric species. It would serve a much better purpose under the Hierarchies control.
"General, we've detected about a dozen Ships orbiting the planet, moving to an intercept course." An officer on the bridge said coolly.
Tathid turned to him for a second and did the Turian equivalent of a smile. "How large are these ships?"
"220 meters in length sir." came the reply.
"Small cruisers or frigates then. What can you tell about them?"
"No mass effect fields, no element zero signature at all. They are releasing an unknown energy signature though. The same one that was responsible for the destruction of the Hunters pride."
"Good, these are them then." Tathid growled as he brought up the space between them on his tactical overview screen. There was little need for tactics in this situation. He had two dreadnaughts and nearly one hundred cruisers and frigates. He would control the skies over the planet, and his ground forces would surge forward on the ground, taking these aliens paltry defences down stone by stone. "All ships pick targets and prepare to fire on my mark. I don't want them getting even a single volley off!"
The bridge became a cacophony of noise as dozens of officers began putting coordinates into their computers and preparing the follow his orders. Only a couple thousand kilometers, that was all until he would give the word to fire.
"Sir, the aliens ships are acting strangely." an officer suddenly called out, his tone confused ad worried.
"How so. What are they doing? Have they broken off?"
"No sir, they haven't slowed at all, in fact they've accelerated!"
This struck Tathid as strange. Against such an overwhelming force as his own it would be normal for some ships to try to turn and flee; and for others to begin hailing them and surrendering. The only ones in history who would charge directly toward such an overwhelming force were the krogan during the rebellions. The thought made him shiver for a half a second. No, it was impossible. There was no way these aliens were like the Krogan. And even if they were, they would have no chance. "What is their heading, and how long until all ships are in firing range?"
"They appear to be on . . . collision headings with our larger heavy cruisers sir. Time until all ships in range, thirty seconds."
"On, collision course?" Tathid said in surprise to no one in particular. The idea of such a small ship committing suicide attacks on ships so much larger, and better armed, was nearly comical. Did these aliens have a death wish?
"Sir the Aliens ships have opened fire!"
"What?!" Arcrus said in surprise as he looked to the screen, showing strange short green bursts of light, entire volleys of them, flying from the enemy ships to his own that were closest to them. It was surprising, but he ignored the strange color as he checked his console, making his eyes widen in surprise. His own ships were still out of range, and would be for the next couple seconds. "impossible. How much damage are we sustaining?"
"Minimal damage sir. ships report less than two percent hull integrity lost!"
"Good that's . . . waiting, hull integrity? What about our kinetic barriers!?"
"Sir, ships report that their Barriers are still fully operational. The enemy weapons appear to be bypassing them!"
Arcrus froze in realization, a realization he did not want to admit. The alien's ships weapons attacks looked it, but now there was no other option as to what they were.
Direct energy weapons.
Even Guardian lasers were not direct. They had difficulty destroying ships on their own, and there purpose was to damage, not destroy. The Salarians had been trying to create direct energy weapons for years without success, and now here was a species that had no understanding of element zero, and yet had managed to create energy weapons!
"Sir, all ships in firing range, sir!"
"Good, Fire!" Arcrus said with a sudden vindictive rage. These barbaric aliens would feel the full might of the hierarchy, and once they did, and were made into a client race under the Turians, where the belonged. He would take the secret of their energy weapons, and it would another accolade for his career.
Immediately as the words left his mouth, blue shots flew through the void out toward the enemy ships. They traveled fast and straight, seeming unable to miss the enemy hips that continued to move forward.
Until the alien ships suddenly shifted, darted in each and every direction at once like a swarm of insects, seeming to avoid every single mass accelerator round!
"Status, how many did we hit?" Arcrus asked carefully, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"u-unsure sir. The VI's are saying that some shells hit, but that they, were deflected. there's one confirmed hit that exploded on impact."
"I see. To the spirits with a single barrage then. All ships fire at will! Take them down with everything we have!"
"Everything sir?"
"Yes everything! Mass accelerators, Missiles, Launch our fighter craft if we have to! But take them down!"
"Sir, is that a good idea?" one officer said as he stood up and looked at Arcrus. "If they have more ships then-"
" Impossible. Look at the way those ships fight, they are frantic, terrified! This I clearly their home world! Once we take these ships down, we will have orbital superiority to take their world! Now fire at will!"
Within seconds every ship in the fleet began firing all their weapons, filling the void with a saturation of fire few specie since the krogan had ever witnessed. In comparison the Aliens ships themselves put up quiet a wall of fire, but it was chaotic and uncontrolled, hardly doing anything to his ships. then Arcrus saw an explosion on his screen and smiled. One ship down. Then another. And another.
"Sir, the Aliens ships are getting closer to our own ships. They still appear on Collision courses while they try to dodge our fire!"
"So they still intend to commit one final last stand. Commendable, but fruitless. Bring them down before they reach us!" Arcrus commanded with an inward smirk. Their direct energy weapons were a surprise, but they appeared to do little to his ships, and now he was tearing them to pieces!
"Sir, the remaining seven alien ships have picked up speed again! Their Releasing higher levels of the strange energy as well!"
"What?" Arcrus exclaimed in surprise. He could understand there speed picking up once if they hadn't been going full speed, but how did they manage to do so again, unless they had not been going full speed? They had lost nearly all of their forces and only now they went full speed? Were they unaware of the battlefields state? Or simply ignorant to the meaning of what was happening?
"I-it keeps going up!" An officer suddenly exclaimed, sounding like he was, afraid? It was not an emotion Turians showed often, and Arcrus had rarely seen or dealt with it himself.
"What keeps going up?" Arcrus asked in worry at what the officer would say.
"Their speed and power levels." The officer said. "all the ships, their speed, and the energy level coming of them keep increasing steadily!"
"Our guns are having trouble hitting them!" Another officer suddenly called out. "The VI"s cannot accurately target them!"
"But that shouldn't be-" Arcrus was going to finish with the word impossible, until something truly impossible happened before him.
Directly ahead of his own ship was a heavy cruiser, firing incessantly on the aliens ships. Then one of the ships ducked around its main gun and crashed right into it. For a moment nothing more than some outer plating damage seemed the problem, until the Aliens ship Explode in a mass of Colors that covered half the heavy cruiser, blinding and shocking everyone that witnessed it.
A moment later the chromatic blast died down and disappeared and half the cruiser was missing, completely gone as if it had been vaporized.
"That is-" Arcrus tried to say as his mind processed what happened. It only took a second for the real realization to hit him however. The aliens ships energy had increased because it must have pushed whatever its power source was too critical! "All ships, Destroy them now! Do not let them get close to you!"
"Too late sir! Their too fast! Ones on top of us!" An officer called before a massive blast shook the whole ship, nearly dropping Arcrus to his knees.
"D-damage report, now!" Arcrus managed to say as he stood fully up and looked around anxiously.
"Uh, our main gun managed to hit the enemy ship before it got to us." An officer said as they looked over their console. "Barriers are at seventy percent, hull integrity at eighty four. Our power is nominal, as are all weapons but our main gun."
"It was damaged?" Arcrus asked.
"No sir, the VI says that the end of it was caught in the blast. It was mere meters away from consuming more of the ship as well. We got of luckily considering the power of those explosions."
"Spirits." Arcrus muttered as he looked to see no more fire in the void beyond them. "Have all enemy contacts been eliminated?"
"Yes sir. Five of them collided and exploded with our ships. Two ships heavily damaged, our own lightly damaged. Two Cruisers destroyed no survivors or life pods on scanners."
The bridge was quiet for many seconds as the words sunk into everyone's heads and hearts. Two cruisers completely destroyed. Nearly nine hundred men and women between both ships.
"There are no more contacts in the system?" Arcrus asked carefully.
"No sir."
"Does the planet have any orbital defences?"
"Not in orbit sir. We're not detecting any ground based anti-ship guns either. But our scans are having difficulty detecting much at this distance."
"I see. Move us around the planet and tell all ground forces to prepare to disembark. Once we have more accurate scans of the planet, we begin the invasion!"
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"By the spirits, are you seeing this?" Orinia asked as she and many others of Desolas's Platoon looked out a window and at screens from their omnitools, depicting the damage done by the alien ships suicide runs.
"I can see it." Desolas said sourly. "I'm not sure if I should be impressed or terrified. Twelve ships sacrificed to cripple two of our own and destroy two others. I can't tell if these aliens are desperate or insane."
"It could be both." Orinia suggested. "They probably think they are protecting themselves too."
"They are. Virek attacked first, and they responded. Now the Hierarchy is responding to their response. I fear this will get far bloodier than the general believes."
"I agree. . . . Your omni tool is beeping."
Desolas looked at his claw to see his omnitool flashing, alerting him to an incoming call. Bringing his arm up he tapped it, and a screen with another Turian, very similar in shape and looks to Desolas appeared on it.
"Desolas, I've been trying to get a hold of you. Where are you?"
"Saren," Desolas Greeted with a nod. "I'm sure you heard of my, Demotion. I'm on the Palavens Might. Part of the ground forces for this invasion."
"It's not an invasion brother, it a police action. These aliens broke citadel law and now must be shown what happens." Saren replied in a very strong and sure tone.
"Hardly. What is this about though brother?"
"I'm on the eye of might, with the Cabals that are joining the action. I know you were demoted, but I've got understanding and good superiors here. I can ask them to have you and your unit put where it's needed, instead of stuck at the back guarding camp like the general is probably going to do to you."
Desolas smiled. Here was his little brother, trying to cover for him and help him recover from the demotion. It was nice, but Desolas knew what his brother was like. He honestly believed what he had said about a police action. He saw it as nothing but, and if Desolas was going to try to sabotage the general in some way, he didn't want it getting back to his brother.
"No, that is fine brother. It was my actions that put me here, and I must work with the consequences. You understand right?"
"Yes, I understand. Still, you don't have Biotics, so I'm worried. Especially with what these aliens pulled earlier."
"Yes, there tactic was surprising and-"
"And pointless. The Hierarchy will come out on top as it always does. Everything they do to slow us down will lonely make things worse for them." Saren Interrupted with an arrogant tone. "ah, we are prepping to depart I will speak to you at a later time."
As The call was closed Desolas looked up to see that other platoons In the same room were getting ready, and that notices of troop movements and orders were scrolling over a screen over the main door.
All light cruisers were about to enter the planet's atmosphere to land their troops, and those troops on heavy cruisers and the battleships would begin shuttling down a well. It was beginning.
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The alien planet was a garden world of one single continent and a massive expansive sea encircling it. A thick mountain range cut down the centre of the continent at an angle, separating the green of the continent from a rocky desert that turned from sand to snow as it went north.
The continent had only one large city on it that was set right against the south side of the mountain range. This made it impossible to access from the north and west of the planet. Surrounding it was an expansive forest of some sort that covered dozens of sure kilometres away from the city itself in all directions it could. This meant that there was no easily accessible landing zone, or even a place where the hierarchy could set up a base of operations, near the city.
General Arcrus's original plan had been to drop people directly into the city itself, but as the first ships approached it they came under absurd amounts of AA fire that stripped away the ships barriers in seconds and began pounding at its hull. In a few more seconds the ship began having mechanical failures, and made a very dangerous landing/crash in the forest east of the city.
The original plan of quickly occupying the city and forcing the aliens to surrender in one swift moment had to be changed before it had even begun.
General Arcrus decide to land all of his forces outside the forest in the grasslands beyond. There a base would be set up, and his forces would move through the forest to manual set up forward bases at the cities edge to strike from.
Because the world was a Garden world, he could not simply bombard it from orbit either, meaning his ground forces would need to prepare armour and air forces to support the siege. It would take time, but once everything was ready all his forces would push forward and take the city.
Unfortunately, the ship that had been forced into the forest had dropped its communications when it crash landed, and from the landing zone it could not be seen, and its situation could not be confirmed even from orbit. It had to be found and its soldiers reclaimed by the hierarchy, lest they be captured by the alien natives.
So as two forces were sent to scout the forest before the initial attack, a third force was sent to rendezvous with the ship in the forest.
The Platoon of Desolas Arterius.
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"This forest is strange." One officer named Grakus Ornius said nervously as the platoon walked through the forest, Guns up and trained for anything that might attack them. They were on a hostile planet, where the ship they were looking for had tried to land troops in its main city, and was subsequently forced to make an emergency landing due to damage sustained by the aliens guns. They were not taking any chances by keeping their weapons stowed, not now that the aliens knew they were here
That did not however stop any of them from looking around at the flora around them. Those who preferred pistols had their guns out beside their omnitools, scanning anything and everything for information, anything to give them an edge and an understanding about this strange place on this unknown planet.
The forest was deep and dense. The tree's, though massive in size, were spread apart at the bases giving huge amounts of walking room on the forest floor, only coming together high above to form a nearly impenetrable canopy of green that allowed only thin beams of sunlight down to the forest floor. Despite the lack of direct light however, the fore itself was aglow. Flowers and strange capped growths sat by the bases of trees and in groups all their own, glowing in colors that no one thought a plant could attain. All around them strange balls of light hovered, bobbed and seemingly danced around them; yet would be swept away when neared. Fuzzy looking growths sat in patches on the trunks of trees, pulsing and squirming with life, and letting off a muted glow. Even the grass itself, lush, thick and soft under their boots, seemed to sparkle as they stepped through it. Even covered by the canopy above, the forest was bright with life, so bright that it was like they had never steeped out of the sun.
"I agree." Orinia said as she stepped over a moss covered rock and glanced around. "This forest feels far too, alive I guess. It feels like its watching us. And it looks the same in every direction!"
"Maybe it is watching us." Desolas joked with a chuckle as his Omnitool beeped and he tapped it. "Third recon team, over."
"This is first recon team. We've encountered what we believe to be the native aliens in the forest. They can move fast and attack with strange weaponry before disappearing. Their accuracy is lacking and they do not look dangerous, but keep your guard up." Came the voice over Desolas's Comms.
"Confirmed. Thank you for the info First recon. Over." Desolas said as he closed the line and looked around to see everyone taking more nervous glances around. "You all heard the message, stay sharp."
Everyone nodded in confirmation as they kept moving forward toward their objective. Turian protocol had infantry forces move in two staggered lines through unfamiliar territories that were forest, jungle, or other similar places where the terrain was uneven and cover naturally spread out. It meant that as soon as one person came under fire, others could get into cover immediately, lowering the chances of high losses from ambushes.
Everyone still felt uneasy though. Sounds of the forest echoed all around them. What they assumed were insects buzzed all around them making it sound like things were flying above the forest. a light breeze could blow through and make a strange low hum or growl, and a beam of light landing on glowing plant matter could make it sparkle and flash randomly, spooking more than a couple Turians into nearly firing at nothing at all. The forest was beautiful, but it felt like its very existence was meant to toy with them.
"Something on motion sensors ahead!" Orinia whispered through the platoon's group communications as she crouched behind a fallen log as she spoke. Before her words got past 'motion' everyone in the platoon began ducking and sliding behind the nearest piece of cover available to them. Those without nearby cover either crouched down, or completely lay on the forest floor to make themselves less noticeable.
For many seconds nothing appeared ahead of them. Then, jumping out of the grass and onto a small moss covered stone was an animal. It was nearly the size of a Vorcha, but that was the only similarity. It was covered in a brown fur that had two or three stripes of color along its body, and a fluffy tail, nearly as large as its own body trailed behind it, swaying about causally. Different Council species had different cultural ideals of some concepts, but nearly everyone in the platoon silently seemed to think the same thing. That this creature could be considered adorable by nearly any species definition of the word; it was a ball of fuzz that looked soft to the touch, and completely harmless.
"Just an animal huh, some contact there Orinia," Grakus said with a light shaking of his head and a chuckle.
"Better safe that ambushed." Orinia said with an annoyed gaze before looking back at the animal. "it is cute though. I bet the Asari would love having those as pets."
As if reacting to her words, the anime lumped off the rock and into the grass, its tail showing off its position for a few seconds before it too disappeared.
"Yeah, and you spooked it." Grakus said with another chuckle.
"Oh well it's not that-"
" Focus!" Desolas suddenly said as he tensed up a bit. "Three signals on motion sensors. Traveling as a group. Fifty meters past where the animal was!"
Everyone tensed and trained their weapons ahead, waiting for the signals to appear, and ready if Desolas gave the signal to fire. what appeared however, was something none of them expected.
Three creatures came into view as a group and immediately glances were exchanged as everyone thought the same thing. They looked like tiny, off color Asari! Their skin was a pale pinkish white in color, and all of them had body shaped like an Asari, definitely female, but their bodies themselves were maybe three and a half feet tall at most. They all had strange fur on the tops of their heads, two of them ragged and short, and one long and flowing like water. They all wore strange white garments of cloth that hung from their shoulders and draped down their bodies, stopping with a completely open flowing bottom around their knee's. All their furs were green, but what was most surprising was that each had wings coming out of their backs that looked faintly insectile in nature, and that they appeared to be floating above the grass. the wings themselves would occasionally beat, but they did not beat nearly fast enough that any form of lit could be achievable; and even stranger still was the fact that the height they floated at did not seem to change weather their wings were beating or not. It's like they were suspended by something other than the wings on their backs.
Desolas looked over to see that Orinia had holstered her pistol and had her Omnitool out, keeping it as low as possible as she appeared to be scanning the creatures ahead of them. "Are they floating through Biotics?" Desolas Whispered to Orinia when she noticed his gaze.
Orinia shook her head. "No. No element Zero readings. Not on those things, or anywhere in the environment. I'm not picking up any up anywhere."
". . . are they surrounded by any other energy maybe?"
"They are, but it's odd. Similar but different from the energy their ships exhibited. I think these are the natives though."
"I was thinking the same thing." Desolas said as he looked back at the three aliens, noticing that their mouths were moving and their faces expressing similar how the Asari did. "Can your Omnitool pick up what their saying?"
Orinia shook her head. "We'd need a translator."
"That's why I want recordings, so we can see if our VI's at the basecamp can formulate one."
Orinia shook her head again. "We're not close enough. I'm picking up nothing."
"Their moving!" Grakus said suddenly, making Desolas and Orinia look back up to see the three creature floating off.
"Their heading towards where the ship should be." Desolas realized out loud.
"Could they be planning to attack?" Orinia asked in surprise. "Seems like suicide when they have no armour."
"If they ae the natives they're the same race that Suicided our fleet." Desolas said carefully. "We follow them, see what happens. No one make a sound and keep your weapons ready."
Everyone nodded in agreement as Desolas began slowly creeping forward, everyone else following behind with their guns at the ready.
with the wide spacing of the tree's keeping their distance while keeping sight of the three aliens was not to horribly difficult, what was difficult was keeping up with their pace. Due to their flight they moved along at a pace that forced Desolas and his men to pick up their paces numerous times, something difficult when they were trying to be as quiet as possible.
After what felt like an eternity of following the three creatures around, sometimes at distances that made it comical when they didn't notice them, they finally began hearing noises that they recognized. The sounds pf a phaestrons*, or more accurately, many of them.
As they got closer the moved to the side of the three creatures, and saw the situation. the Light cruiser, Mercy's Lenience, was sitting in a clearing of the trees. It was sideways, its port side landing claws having either been damaged or destroyed, and its loading ramp was down. On the ramp were hastily thrown together blockades, and behind them dozens of Turians firing in every direction. all around the ramp Desolas could see many dozens of the creatures they had seen, including the three they followed, flying around and firing clusters of strange glowing things at their fellows. The Turians accuracy was superb, and Desolas saw three of the native aliens get gun downed by Phaestron fire, only for its body to explode into flashes of light and particles when it hit the ground, very similar to the lights that had been floating in the forest. It made everyone suddenly very nervous about the lights in the forest.
Desolas pushed that thought out of his mind and glanced around, takin count of the whole situation. "Spread out at the edge of the forest. The aliens do not see us. If we do this right we can catch them off-guard in a pincer attack!"
The entire platoon complied and within a half-minute they were all prepared, angled in a way that their stray rounds would not endanger their allies, but would still keep the aliens within their fire lines.
All at once without a call, they all opened up, adding to the mess accelerator rounds flying through the sky. The aliens, preoccupied with the cruisers defenders, were caught completely off guard, and began falling like stones thrown off a cliff. By the time they realized what was happening, over half of them had been slain, and the others panicked and darted off back into the forest, many of them being taken out from behind as they fled.
the number of floating l and bobbing lights around the ship was now absurd, and everyone eyed them carefully as they slowly came out from behind thir covers.
Coming out of the forest Desolas saw a couple of officers come out to greet them, one of them striding out in front. "Glad to finally get some support!" He said as he came over and saluted Desolas with a smile. "Those things are weak, but weirdly fast. Made them hard to hit."
"So it appeared. What were they firing at you though? it didn't look like they were armed." Desolas replied, mirroring the other Turians salute.
"They weren't. Caught us completely off guard because of it too. They fired those strange, light blasts from their hands. Some in large quantities other in small bursts. Made it really hard to figure out their tactics. Turns out they had none. Oh, Adrien Victus, Commander of the Division the Mercy's Lenience was carrying."
"You aren't the captain?" Desolas asked in surprise, he had after all expected the captain to defend his ship alongside her crew.
"No, the bridge crew was killed on impact and our sensors and communications destroyed by the aliens AA guns, wherever they were hidden in that city. We were trying to set up a make shift receiver to fix our own individual communication connection with the rest of the forces, but with the aliens attack, progress was slow."
"Good thing we were sent to investigate your situation then. How long until your communications are back up?"
"They just got back up before this last wave. Hopefully now we can receive orders and- hold on," Adrien said as he tapped his Omnitool and turned around while speaking.
"Good thing we arrive while we did." Orinia said as she stepped up beside Desolas, "This place is a bad positon. No cover, and from the looks of it, their barricades were getting hit hard. Whatever these aliens are using is effective."
"So it seems." Desolas muttered as he walked over to the nearest barricade and looked it over. It was covered in scorch marks, as well as droplets of water, a strange combination really. Wouldn't whatever made the scorch marks evaporate any water in the air or on the barricade?
"We've got orders!" Adrien Victus suddenly called out. "Get everyone together, we've moving on the city as per our original orders!" he then looked to Desolas and pointed at him. "Your platoon is coming with us as well. orders from the general."
"Yes Sir!"
" Good. Once my people are ready we'll leave, shouldn't take more than a couple minutes to get everything in order. Until then, take a rest, you look like you've earned it." Adrien said as he walked away and began barking orders to his people, leaving Desolas's platoon a moment to themselves that they took full use of.
A couple minutes later, just as Adrien had said, his people were ready and they were heading back into the forest and heading for the city, not noticing a small fuzzy animal watching and following them intently.
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Codex –
Phaestron – A Turian Deigned Assault rifle named after one of their spirits. It has a high capacity and good accuracy. Unfortunately due to these, when it overheat it takes longer to cool than other models of mass accelerator weapons. It is the Turian mainline weapon of choice.
Bio – Sanae
Name: Sanae Kotiya
Race: Human – Deified (Demigod)
Gender: Female
Age: 149. Looks early to mid-twenties.
Power rank: A
Class: 2
Class Specifics: Sanae is very skilled at protecting large numbers of people, but due to her personality and powers, finds it difficult to order others to join in combat.
Powers: Creation of Miracles.
Capabilities/skills: Miracle creation. High skill in Danmaku and spiritual type magic. Mechanical Skill. Singing skills.
Bio: The descendant of a Goddess (Suwako Moriya) Sanae naturally has had powers and skills above normal humans despite being one for many years. When she was 16 she moved to Gensokyo with Suwako Moriya and Kanako Yasaka, the Godess's she lived with and served. There she was able to actually use her powers instead of hiding them and quickly became proficient in them. When the Border broke and Gensokyo returned to the 'real' world she was able to adapt quicker than most due to her prior life in the real world. Able to continue her education again, she did and passed with flying colors where many from Gensokyo (Marisa Kirisame, Reimu Hakurei) failed repeatedly, and then decided she wanted to go to university to pursue engineering as a skill. (She wanted to make mecha because she liked them, and still ldoes). While studying for university she found she would not have the money, and so got a job for a couple years as an Idol, a job that granted her absurd amounts of income due to her looks and skills. As an Idol she was well loved, and the Studio she was under nearly fell to pieces from Public outcry when she completed her engineering Courses and got a job with Alliance R&D. They contact her biyearly asking her to return or even do a single tour, and she sometimes considers it.
Sanae is an Operative of the Alliance but while she is very powerful, prefers to work With R&D, intent on making a viable mecha for the Alliance's forces to use. She is friendly and vocal, but can be seen as strange, overbearing and off kilter sometimes compared to others. She has a friendly love hate relationship with Reimu due to them both having been Miko's of opposing shrines in Gensokyo.
Her mechanical speciality is in Robotics and armour, and was on the Danamaku class interceptor design team, helping design its look and its armour composition.
while he is an A rank Operative and could, Sanae does not command a dreadnaught, and additionally has been known to take time off from R&D to go back to the Moriya shrine to work, see family and Train other Miko.