authors note : I apologize for the delay for this chapter, it was getting proofed, and will be from this point on, so hopefully far less silly grammar mishaps. Also, I've decided a minor thing related to the poll, the touhou char to be shepard, if that wins, (looking unlikely right now) will either be Rumia or Utsuho and that info has been added to the poll. So if you haven't thrown in your opinion on it, please do. It's very interesting how it's shaping up.
Now then, you've been waiting for the curb stomping, so what better way to start it than with a giant ass laser!
Patchouli Knowledge walked down a passageway of her ship, the AOS Philosophe, with a glint in her eyes, strength in her step and a small ever so slight smirk on her lips. In the past she would not have been able to walk so briskly, but modern Lunarian medicine was an amazing thing indeed.
As she walked down the hall she considered what had occurred over the past century, and it made her smirk, causing a mage in the hallways to shy away from her in fear. It was a natural reaction. She was wearing a very dark purple military uniform, complete with a jacket and long skirt. That, combined with the fact that she was one of the four most powerful magicians in the Alliance, and the fact that it was well known that she did not allow incompetence in her student body, made many fear meeting her when they were not supposed to.
She didn't mind honestly though, it allowed her to keep to herself and keep her mind occupied on other things. Like decimating an alien fleet in the biggest show of magical might in over a century!
The thought made her smile again as she arrived at her destination, tapped a couple of keys on the pad beside the door, and walked in as it slipped open. The room she came into was a small and circular with a single large holocomm system sitting in its centre. Walking to the holocomm's opposite side she tapped a single key, and waited for a couple of seconds.
As if on cue the holograms of her fellow magicians appeared one by one as they made it to their own holocomm systems.
First to appear was Alice Margatroid. Wearing a uniform the same design as Patchouli's own, the only difference between them was hers was white with blue trim. Two Dolls, Shanghai and Hourai respectively, hovered over each shoulder, both of them eyeing their surroundings and expressing themselves as they seemed to silently communicate between each other. Alice stood stoically, between them showing no emotion, until she cracked a small smile as she looked to Patchouli and nodded, clearly happy that she was one of the first to their meeting.
The next to appear was Byakuren Hijiri, wearing the same dress and coat she had worn since she had awoken back in Gensokyo before the border fell. She wore a pleasant expression that was tinted with something else. After a few seconds of their last member not appearing she let out a sigh. "It appears Miss Kirisame is late."
Patchouli let out a sigh. "Yes, she informed me before we left New Eden that she would be spending most of the Slip looking over her main gun."
Hearing this, Byakuren's expression went from pleasant to worry and sadness. "She is planning on using it, isn't she?"
"Why would she have it made if she wasn't going to use it?" Alice said as she leaned backwards, likely on a chair just out of sight of the holocomm, making it look like she was leaning on air.
"But that weapon is-," Byakuren paused as she tried to find the word. "It's morally wrong. It is far too powerful to use on other sentient creatures!"
"Byakuren, we've already agreed upon these aliens destruction, and we all know there is no way any of us are convincing Marisa to not fire that weapon. It will speed up the destruction of their fleet immeasurably!" Patchouli explained with a calm and collected tone, clearly not caring how the alien fleet was destroyed.
"But it is far too powerful! It was able to destroy a small moon at only-"
"Ah, sorry about being late, had to calibrate one last MagTech Reactor before priming the System. It should be charged by the time we arrive, if not soon after." Marisa Kirisame said as she appeared around the holocomm. Marisa, the youngest of them, and arguably the most powerful in direct firepower looked very different than the other three.
As the only one who had been human during the breaking of the border, she had grown into a beautiful young woman, one who was also exceedingly intelligent and dangerous. She stood taller than Alice, with her long blonde hair done into thick braids. She wore black leather pants and an open black leather short sleeved jacket over a simple white shirt. What made her outfit more surprising was the fact that there were large sections of glowing metal down the sides of her jacket and on her belt. On her lower arms she wore fingerless gloves that had large bracers over them, large grey metal octagons sitting just behind the wrists, their centres sparking with yellow and green energy every few seconds. She no longer wore a hat, but to anyone who had known her in the past, there was no mistaking her for anyone else.
Marisa Kirisame, once known as the ordinary magician, now known as the Spark Mage.
"So, what did I miss?" Marisa asked with a grinning smile after a few seconds of silence, seemingly not noticing that Byakuren was staring at her.
"We had just begun, and Byakuren was trying to get us to convince you to not fire your main gun." Alice simply explained, making Byakuren look at her in surprise and annoyance.
Marisa looked to Byakuren and laughed. "Hell, no! I've only fire it once and that was at ten percent power! No way am I missing out on a chance to fire it at full power!"
"Can you really allow yourself to condone thousands of other sentient beings to death just to use it?" Byakuren sternly asked.
Patchouli and Alice shook their heads as Marisa grinned and raised a hand upwards. As she clenched her hand closed, the octagon on her bracer pulled out of it and gravitated in front of her fist, allowing her to open and grab it in her hand. Its core then began glowing and sparking fiercely as yellow and green sparks of energy arced from it to her bracer and from her bracer to the metal on her jacket. "I'm fine with it. Exterminating youkai, criminals, or aliens, it doesn't matter to me! It's all the same!"
"Enough!" Alice finally said, growing tired of the bickering between Marisa and Byakuren. Marisa cared for power to meet her goals, while Byakuren cared more for making peace and alliances. Their ideals were just too different from one another, and they had never truly gotten along well. "The fleet is going to arrive in a couple of moments, so let's go over the plan one last time to make sure there are no mistakes."
"Of course." Byakuren said with a sigh as she shook her head and looked away from Marisa, seemingly refusing to look in her direction.
Patchouli stepped forward and tapped her console; bringing up an image of Shanxi. "Then to begin, Shanxi's single continent means the Alien fleet is likely to be positioned immediately over it to best support their troops. As such, our boundary slip should put us out here." Patchouli pointed to the space to one side of the planet. "Any fire from our ships will not reach the planet from this angle, allowing us to attack with impunity."
Alicen nodded. "I remember this. You and Marisa's ships will lead the Mage fleet itself into battle, while my own ship, the Wonderland, shall release all of our squadrons to harass enemy ships, and to provide planeside air support to the ground forces, which will be protected by the White Lotus."
Byakuren nodded. "Yes, my ship shall protect the ground forces on their descent to the planet."
"That's all well and good, but where's Tenshi? Wasn't she supposed to be part of this meeting as well?" Marisa asked, scoffing at Byakurens role as she spoke.
"I'm here." Tenshi said as she walked beside Byakuren. Tenshi Hinnanai wore a uniform very similar to Alice and Patchouli's, but instead it was black with a very fine rainbow edging and had a short skirt. She wore knee high boots, and on her belt hung the handle of a blade. Her blue hair hung loosely behind her, and her red eyes looked on with a stoney seriousness.
Historically arrogant and selfish, being chosen as the Celestials primary military general to the Alliance had tempered her to a degree many thought impossible. After years of holding such a position and continuing to, she had become very serious and focused. Hints of her old self still appeared from time to time, showing that she was still herself, but whenever business was the focus, she rarely allowed her arrogance to show.
"What is your plan for the ground forces then, may I ask." Patchouli said her words clearly not a question with a choice to it.
Tenshi ignored Patchouli's tone and tapped the console, changing the hologram of Shanxi, to an image of its capitol, Xi'an. "A dropship from the White Lotus will be dropping me and the Red Eyes into Xi'an by the spaceport platform. The cruisers carrying the BladeBreakers and Earthrazer forces will be landing there as well. The cruiser carrying the fourth and fifth divisions will be landing between the third defensive line and the capitol building that is operating as the command centre. Our forces will land via airdrop, and the cruisers themselves will provide air and ground support until all forces are landed. Then my forces will push forward, pushing the aliens out of the city, before trapping them in their own camp. Aliens that surrender will live, those that continue to fight even when entrapped will be executed and have no mercy shown to them."
Patchouli nodded in agreement as she glanced down at Tenshi's waist, or more accurately the sword handle on it. "Are you planning on manipulating anything?"
Tenshi nodded. " Yes, if my forces require the support, or the Alines forces attempt to stall us I will manipulate the weather as the situation requires it. this will be a complete victory for us!"
"As long as nothing goes wrong, of course and-" Alice stopped and looked behind her, nodding a second later. "I've been informed we are about to leave Slip space."
"Then we'll end this here." Patchouli said with a smile. "Marisa, Alice, I will reconnect contact with your ships once we are out to coordinate fire. Let's begin this mission!"
Byakuren nodded, she and Tenshi disappearing from the holocomm, followed by Alice, then Marisa who was grinning like a psychopath. Patchouli tapped a key on her console and turned to the wall, just as it began lifting, revealing the entirety of the bridge of her ship. It was a large half circle with different levels to it, and the screens lining every wall showed only a black void with wisps of purple nothingness that appeared and disappeared at random. A moment later the void was replaced by the darkness of space, accented by stars in the distance, Shanxi ahead of them, and an Alien fleet above it like birds of prey hovering over their prey.
"So, you want to give the order? The Twilight gun is still charging." Marisa said as her hologram appeared just behind Patchouli, with Alice's appearing a second later, silently watching.
"Yes, just be sure to tell me before you fire it, otherwise Alice's fighters could get caught in the crossfire."
"Will do. I'll have my people open fire when you give the order until the twilight guns ready. Then I'll change positions and annihilate their remaining forces!"
Patchouli grinned and pointed her arm toward the Alien Fleet. "Philosophe to all combat ships . . . . Fire at will!"
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General Tathid Arcrus glared at the screen before him with disdain. His forces, the might of the hierarchy, had pushed through this alien race's first line of defence but now were stuck against their second line on nearly every front. Some forces had broken past this second line, but quickly got stuck just behind those same points, as long range fire supposedly seared down the street at them.
Reports were coming in that made it very clear to Arcrus that the hierarchy had become weak in its training. Soldiers panicked from simple light effects, and he was getting ridiculous reports of the aliens having weaponry leagues above their own technology level.
Little tiny aliens coming back to life and harassing his forces by the forest was another report that he was getting frequently as well. It made him sure that his people had forgotten to look for underground tunnels, as that was clearly what was going on. No creature could come back to life after they had been killed, such a thing was impossible.
As impossible as these aliens being able to defeat the hierarchy, such things simply did not happen.
"Sir, we've gotten a report that a third of our Cabals have been confirmed killed in action. Along with them, a total twenty three percent of our forces have been annihilated, primarily by the alien defensive lines."
Arcrus turned to the Turian who spoke up and growled. "How much of an effect are our air forces and artillery having on the alien defensive lines?"
The Turian took a nervous step back. "Um, it depends, sir. A couple lines were broken, but the aliens have hidden AA emplacements somewhere behind their lines, and the sizes of many of their buildings are making it difficult to accurately strike their barriers with our artillery. Any buildings we hit instead are almost always becoming a problem for our own troops as well as they crumble across our intended paths."
"Hmmm, what I wouldn't give to bomb those locations from orbit."
"B-but sir, it's a garden world and-"
"I'm merely jesting." Arcrus said with a shake of his head. "What is the situation for our supply lines down there?"
"Not good sir. The city's design makes it difficult to keep our forward forces supplied. With evening falling on the planet soon, many of our forces are pulling back to rest and resupply, but the traps in alleyways and on roads make safe avenues of supply long and difficult."
"I see. You said that we've taken twenty three percent casualties. What about wounded?"
"Thirty seven percent sir. The alien weapons seem to cut through our barriers and strike people directly. The main camp on the planet is filling with wounded faster than they can be helped. Their weapons seem to cauterize wounds as well, making medical work long and painful.
Arcrus gazed at the screen before him and let out an annoyed sigh. He knew that these aliens would not hold against the hierarchy, but they had thus far held against his forces better than expected. "Leave me; I need to make a call."
"Of course, sir."
Arcrus waited until the officer left, and then reached a claw to his communication panel, his claw hesitating over the button for a second.
He needed more forces to deal with these aliens, he knew this. His son had been killed by these aliens, as had the Primarch's daughter, he also knew this, and it hurt to remember. He wanted revenge, he wanted closure! He wanted the ones responsible for his loss to suffer like he had! He was also killing them as well though, how many children were his orders leaving without parents?
The reports he received were ridiculous, borderline impossible telling of aliens that looked like pale Asari, able to fight off trained Turian forces without losses. In a war like this normally the council would be informed of it. But the Primarch wanted revenge as well, and had forbid him from informing the council of any of this.
The more Arcrus thought about it, the more he felt a lump form in his body, the more the weight of all the lives he lost and took began to weigh on him.
The Primarch was making this personal, but he was a Turian, and would not let his own personal feelings inhibit his actions or understanding of the situation. He needed more forces to complete his orders, so he would ask for more.
As his claw ever so lightly touched the button alarms began blaring all across the bridge, making his claw twitch back on reflex. "What is happening? Status report!" Arcrus called out, demanding answers from his crew.
"A, a fleet just appeared on sensors sir."
"From where? The planet?" Arcrus asked carefully.
"No sir, it just appeared. The VI's are sure there was nothing there, and then the next moment a fleet was there!"
"Bring it up on screen, let's see this, fleet." Arcrus said with a chuckle. If the aliens had ships stashed elsewhere, why show them now? They must be getting desperate!
A few second later a new screen appeared in front of Arcrus, and he immediately began wondering if he had spoken to soon.
Across the blackness of space sat dozens upon dozens of ships. Most were blocky in their shapes and did not look imposing in anything but their numbers. A handful of larger, yet still blocky ships appeared to be held back from the front of the group, but they were not what had his attention.
In the centre of the alien fleet, four ships stood out from the rest, their size many times larger than those around them, and their designs drastically different.
The first ship was shaped like some sort of spear with very shallow wings coming off of it. Dark blue in color, Arcrus could not see any weapon systems upon it, but still felt it was likely dangerous.
The second ship was long and flat in its general shape, and appeared to be hanging back with the larger blocky ships. It was a strange mix of colors that Arcrus found pointless; though the smooth curvature of the ship reminded him of Asari design philosophy.
The third ship was by far the widest and very large. With two wings and entire sections overtop of them, it held what Arcrus could only see as a large main gun to the left side of its centre. Beside this gun, taking up the right side of its centre, were a number of large apparently crystalline structures of varying colors. The entire ship was dark purple in its coloring, but was not the most dangerous looking.
The last ship made Arcrus lose his breath momentarily. It was an insanely long and decently wide octagonal tube in looks. Its front had a massive golden shape over it, covered in lines and shapes, with a central hole that glowed a malevolent yellow-green in color. Behind the golden front, the rest of it appeared perfectly black, though strange white lines ran the length of the ship on each edge. the entire ship looked like a giant gun barrel!
Glancing at the information acquired from the scans, Arcrus had to blink and look again to make sure he wasn't misreading it. The numerous ships all were around 700 meters in length each. The larger versions of them were 850 meters in length!
The four battleships, their size could make them nothing else, were far more startling. The spear like ship was nearly 1,950 meters long, the flat one nearly 1,750 meters long. The massively wide ship was 2,400 meters long and 1,900 meters wide according to the scans and the one that somehow looked like a long octagon, while only 600 meters wide, and was 3,100 meters long!
These four ships were larger than any capitol ship in the hierarchy, and nearly as large as the Destiny Ascension! Just the thought of his fleet engaging them in combat felt suicidal. It was far smarter to flee and buy time while a request for reinforcements was sent to the hierarchy!
"Sir, the long alien ship appears to be releasing strike craft!" An officer suddenly exclaimed, the scan showing hundreds of craft leaving the spear shaped ship and heading right for their fleet.
"Spirits, all hands to battle stations!" Arcrus roared as he gazed at the ships just in time to witness them begin firing a barrage of shots of every color at them. Every ship seemed to be firing from every weapon, making it clear most of them did not have a main gun like hierarchy ships did. They had the advantage in firepower if their opponents were using turreted railguns! As soon as their first barrage hit them they would hit back with their own, and cripple dozens of ships with their powerful and accurate blows!
"Brace for impact and return fire!" Arcrus yelled smugly, until the alien barrage struck them, and continued to strike them without end. Colored bolts, beams and balls soared through the darkness of space, lighting it up like a forest aflame with color. Each shot that struck a ship blasted apart on contact, most ignoring the shielding in their way. Arcus's own ship shook as shot after shot, wave after wave of fire collided with her hull, making alarms blare incessantly.
"Sir, scanner indicates enemy strike craft approaching!" An officer yelled as the ship continued to shake, some walls sparking from the stress, their power conduits unable to take the sustained stress.
"Spirits these aliens don't stop! How can they fire continuously for so long without overheating?" Arcrus wondered aloud as he shook his head and looked to the officer that had spoken. "From what direction?"
"Right in front of us! Their weaving through their ally's fire!" The officer roared as the ship shook again, someone calling out something about one deck or another having a breach.
"That's impossible!" Arcrus growled as he looked at his screen. The alien fleet's fire was so substantial he could not even see their ships through it. Nothing could move through so much fire and not be struck, it was completely impossible! "Make sure the guardians are up! Don't let those strike craft near any ship!"
"Too late!" Another officer screamed as a sudden barrage of green energy appeared right before them and crashed into the ship with such force that Arcrus could hear plating shear and decks exploding as he fell to the ground, all the lights of the ship going out at once.
All Arcrus could hear was a ringing as he reached up and grabbed onto the side of his chair, his claws tingling with pain alongside the rest of his body. Climbing up he managed to open his eyes, and found the bridge of his ship in ruins. The emergency lights were on, filling the bridge with light that blended with the fires that seeped out from walls and the ceiling. The fire suppression systems were going, filling the bridge with a dusty haze to mitigate the flames, and a couple of the officers that were on the ground had pools of blue blood around them as they lie in complete stillness. As he fully stood up he found his screen was miraculously still operational, and that it showed the void between his fleet and the aliens was empty. They had stopped firing!
"R-report!" Arcrus managed to say as he tried to manipulate his screen, realizing that it was showing in real time, but was otherwise unresponsive.
"Ugh, um. The ship is, unresponsive. Emergency systems online. Sensors still active. Engine offline, mass effect drive is offline, weapons offline. Our hull integrity is at forty percent, and we have numerous decks leaking atmosphere and many others with fires." an officer said as he pulled himself back to his seat.
Others in the bridge tried to move back to their posts, but nearly everyone seemed injured in some way.
"What about the rest of our fleet?"
"Um. Looks like we're down to seventy three percent strength, but every ship is reporting damage similar to our own on sensors."
"Spirits, what a barrage. Why did they stop? Do we know?" Arcrus asked as he tried to walk over to the officer, only to find his one leg was bleeding, and stung like mad as soon as he tried to walk on it.
"No sir, we, hang on. One ship is missing!"
"Which one?"
"The octagon battleship, it's not . . . . No wait what! It's to our port side! Scanners report massive energy spikes from it!"
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"Headmaster, we've dropped out of our short range boundary slip. We are now on the Alien fleet's port side!" A magician called up from their position on a computer in the bridge of Marisa's ship, the Final Spark. Its bridge was what the alliance called a star trek style bridge, a completely circular bridge where the captain sat in the exact centre, surrounded by their subordinates.
Marisa grinned as she looked out the window at the alien fleet, perfectly in line with the darkness of space, Shanxi further to the side, and completely out of her ships direct firing line. She glanced down at a physical control panel on her right and smiled even wider. It showed a diagram of eight octagons, with lines going up to a single one, each octagon with a bar beside it that was completely filled. It showed her the power situation of her ship, and it made her grin.
The Final Spark was designed around one core principle, that of a giant cannon first, and an academy second. The ship was powered by eight separate MAGTECH reactors that were used in tandem with each other. Under normal operation, each only had a bare nine percent power draw, and during a slip that went up to fifteen each. Currently each reactor was releasing its full one hundred percent of its power, almost all of it being focused on one place, the main gun that took up the entire front of the ship and the core of it all the way to the back. "All hands, prepare for Twilight Gun firing sequence. Prepare to brace!" Marisa said happily as others in the bridge began tying themselves into their chairs with thick leather harnesses.
"Are you sure about this, Marisa?" Patchouli's hologram asked as it popped up, having disappeared when Marisa ordered her ship to use one of its secondary Boundary drives to do a short range jump around the alien fleet. Her ship was fitted with three secondary boundary drives, so using one right at the start of a battle meant little to her if it got her in a good position.
"Yep!" Marisa responded as she flicked a switch and watched as two large consoles lifted out of the floor, each holding an inset hole, perfect for a hand held Hakkero each.
"You only fired the gun once, and that was at ten percent power. It took nearly seventy percent of a small moons mass out of it. Are you sure you want to fire it at 100 percent so soon? You might fry your own systems."
"Relax, Patchy!" Marisa said as she clenched her hands, causing the Hakkero on each bracer to pop out and move into her open and awaiting hands. She then placed each Hakkero into the slots on each console. "Part of the base technology for a MAGTECH reactor is the Hakkero, and I've made sure to have everything designed perfectly. Any excess power is vented out of the gun, and I've set its critical distance for a quarter of a million kilometers. There's no chance of hitting anything I'm not supposed to!"
"And if you are wrong?" Patchouli asked. She wasn't being negative, just confirming all the information, something she did quite often and for good reason.
Marisa grinned, her eyes glinting in the half light of her bridge. "I've worked too hard at this to be wrong!"
"Very well." Patchouli said with a nod as her hologram disappeared.
"Alright, all crew. Brace for Firing!" Marisa called out as she pressed down on each Hakkero, priming the Twilight gun, a humming forming in the bridge that gradually grew and grew until anything else could be heard. "The Spark of Creation, that which destroys and creates in equal measure; The Twilight Spark!" Marisa screamed as she forced all of her power into the Twin Hakkero, making them fire their energy further into the ship. They acted as the triggers for the gun, a weapon that no other ship, and few people, could match!
A half second later, everyone was blinded as the light of creation itself seared across the dark of space. The entire ship shuddered and shook, everyone feeling like they had just been hit by a planet, their chairs, and the straps holding them into them, nearly snapping as some unfortunate people gained instant bruising and in rare moments broken ribs, from the massive amount of recoil the Twilight Spark generated.
A regular Master Spark was fired from an open palm or a Hakkero in ones palm and was a kinetic beam of magical light and energy. At four meters wide in all directions, they could reach upwards of three dozen kilometers if unimpeded. The Twilight Spark however, maxed its width at nearly one hundred and seventy nine kilometers wide, and seared a path of destruction across the darkness of space. It lasted a complete minute before dying down and out of existence, and when it was gone Marisa was able to look upon her handiwork.
Three quarters of the Alien fleet was gone, vaporized by the heat and kinetic punch of the most powerful Spark of all time. Those few ships that still sat in the void either hadn't been inside its hitbox, or had been seared in half, and were more like half functioning chunks of molten slag.
Marisa felt a feeling of elation well up inside of her and could not contain it whatsoever, leaping up into the air with a smile. "YES! Take that! I've managed the most powerful spark in all of Creation! Neither Shinki nor Mima could do it, but I did!"
Alongside their Headmaster and captain, the entire crew of the Final spark began cheering and celebrating as the rest of the mage fleet moved forward to clean up the remaining alien ships. The space above Shanxi was now clear, and it was now up to the ground forces to finish the job planet side.
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In a dark lonely corner of nonexistence a small spark flashed, bringing life to something that had stopped living, and thought to something that had stopped thinking.
Green haze surrounded the entity, allowing it to smile as it spoke for the first time in over one hundred and fifty years.
"Marisa, I knew you could do it. I'm back."
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Alliance Titles – Though they do not appear in official documentation, many humans, Lunarians and Youkai who gain strength past F class often earn titles. These titles are like nicknames, ways that others reference them for their power, personality or looks, and can be respectful, childish, hateful, and everything in between.
Hakkero – The Hakkero, alternatively called the Eight trigram elemental reactor, is a magical object that generates magical, specifically elemental, energy over time and harnesses' it within itself until it is released, either over time or all in one go. The first weapons grade Hakkero was designed by Rinnosuke Morichika, and given to Marisa Kirisame, but was destroyed when the border fell.
The Hakkero is one of the three basic technologies for MAGTECH Reactors, providing the magical energy they create and power, and even a small Hakkero has absurd amounts of power within it that can be released with a single thought and touch. To own a Hakkero, even a non-weapons grade one, one must either be an engineering student, or have a special permit. This is due to the absurd power they generate, and their capability for destruction.
A Hakkero is always shaped like an octagonal block with the eight trigrams shaped around a central symbol often, but not always, a Ying Yang symbol. Because of this, all MAGTECH Reactors have a cylindrical or octagonal shape to them.
ship note -
AOS Philosophe, White Lotus, Wonderland Design note - while the final spark uses a custom design I came up with, rather simply really as it's just a long octagon of a gun. The other three capitol ships here had their basic design borrowed from "Sins of a Solar Empire", though alterations are then put onto them.
The Philosophe's base design was built of a Kortul Desolator, though with its massive philosopher stone cannon the front it wouldn't look as smooth or pretty.
The White Lotus is designed off an Antorak Marauder, while the Wonderland is designed off a Skirantra carrier, though less pointy.
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Operative Bio – Byakuren
Name: Byakuren Hijiri
Race: Magician (previously human)
Gender: Female
Age: over 1000 – Looks mid forty's
Power rank: A
Class: 1
Class Specifics: Can work with nearly anyone as long as they are willing. Has difficulty commanding huge numbers of forces however as she worried about their wellbeing and tries to micromanage their actions with the intent of keeping them safe.
Powers: High level magic - focusing on self enhancement and spiritual magic's.
Capabilities/skills: healing, enhancement, relegation, ability to stop arguments ad reach a balance between people and groups. Ability to help others find their lot in life and find new paths.
Bio: Historically a Buddhist monk, Byakuren hijiri gained a fear of death when she lost her younger brother and then began learning magic to enhance her own body and keep herself young. Over time she has used her magic, and her years of wisdom as a way to ted hand help people find their similarities to others and stop violence, believing that violence should be a final option, not the first. When not acting as an operative she runs her Magical academy ship the white lotus, teaching people magic to better themselves and those around them. it has no offensive weapons, all of them instead focusing on protection and defence.
It is known that she does not get along well with those who are more aggressive in their problem solving, and particularly dislikes Marisa Kirisame for her ideals. She is against the attack plan against the Aliens, and hopes to find a way to end the violence quickly and without loss of life.
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Operative Bio – Alice
Name: Alice Margatroid
Race: Youkai magician.
Gender: Female
Age: unknown. looks mid twenties.
Power rank: A
Class: 2
Class Specifics: Prefers to work alone, but can work with others who understand some extent of her power and can avoid getting in her way.
Powers: Magic, focusing on Omni type control and manipulation magic.
Capabilities/skills: strategy, puppetry, sewing, construction, planning. Tactical explanation ability.
Bio: a passive loner who prefers time to herself, but will not tell others to get going directly, Alice is a proficient Omni magic user who specializes on creating and controlling a veritable swarm of dolls. These dolls can do anything from fight with swords and tactics, to snipe foes with rifles and commit suicide runs. It is known she has managed to make semi sentient dolls as well.
Alice is very tactically minded, and hates the idea of wining with brute force to such an extent that she will actually hold herself back from going all out even if it means losing unless her own life is in danger.
She used to live in Makai with her adoptive mother, Shinki, until she went insane and destroyed Makai. Little is known about this time, and asking anyone who was present during the event is considered taboo.
When not acting as an operative she runs her school called Wonderland that specializes in omni magic and the ability to manipulate other things around her. In combat her ship has few weapons, instead relying on the students to create and form 'fighters' from the numerous hangers and guiding them into battle with magic.
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Operative Bio – Patchouli
Name: Patchouli Knowledge
Race: Witch / magician.
Gender: Female
Age: over 200. Looks in mid-twenties to thirties.
Power rank: S
Class: 2
Class Specifics: can work with others, but unless they can keep up with all of her plans and abilities, find them lacking and in her way.
Powers: Magic, focusing on Elemental magic of all kinds.
Capabilities/skills: studying, information hunting, teaching
Bio: historically a shut in scholar and librarian who suffered from asthma, anemia and general poor health, Patchouli did not often leave the Scarlet Devil Mansion where she live with her friend Remilia. She would sometime make trips to the human village to teach its children, but her health often denied her this.
After the border broke and Lunarian health drugs became widespread, her health improve greatly, allowing her to do much more. She prefers reading and doing research to action, using her role as a school headmaster to give her many excuses for this. She is a capable teacher, but dislikes those who do not try, or simply do not understand something without trying for much time on their own. It is considered difficult to get a straight answer from her for most things, something that actually makes her teachings stick more effectively than most people expect.
Before going to Gensokyo, she managed to create one of the first permanents philosopher's stones, and has since made a far larger set that acts as an elemental charge for her ships main gun, something akin to an elemental revolver. students at her school are known to have a greater command of the elements, and have excellent control of their abilities.
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Operative Bio – Marisa
Name: Marisa Kirisame
Race: human magician
Gender: Female
Age: 129
Power rank: S
Class: 2
Class Specifics: Can work with nearly everyone, but is classed as class 2 due to the fact she outpaces most around her, and will leave them behind both in speed and power. Others can act as a good force to mop up what she leaves behind, but few can keep up with her energy.
Powers: High level magic. Alchemy (potion making)
Capabilities/skills: Studying, sneaking, construction, alchemy.
Bio: The only human with no natural abilities to ever stand up against some of the most powerful youkai in history and live, Marisa is a walking legend in the Alliance, often considered the most forward and hardworking individual in the world. Once she plans on doing something she does not let anything stop her, and has the drive to see it through, managing to become so powerful that high level youkai actual fear encountering her. It is said that few can beat he in a display of power, and that only Reimu Hakurei or Yukari Yakumo could hold her back if he decided to do something, though some say the magicians Alice Margatroid and Patchouli Knowledge, her friends in crime, could as well.
Marisa was initially taught magic by her mother, but when her mother passed away due to an alchemical accident, her father refused to allow her to continue practicing magic. She immediately ran away from home and made herself a new home in the Forest of Magic, scavenging, stealing, and getting help from her family friend, Rinnosuke Morichicka, to survive and learn on her own. For many years she learned from a Ghost known by the name of Mima who disappeared with the destruction of Makai.
After the borders fell, she along with Reimu, were two of the most prominent people that went around dealing with violent and uncontrolled youkai, making her one of the first true operatives. She is considered by many to be legally insane, as well as very forward and honest, unless being talked to about theft.
When not working as an operative, she either teaches on her academy ship, the Final Spark, or is doing her own research therein. Students who go through her school are often far more powerful than others, but sometimes have trouble controlling their powers or understanding the meaning of overkill.