Disclaimer: See previous chapter
Chap. 1
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Name- Elijah
Signature AC- Havoc
Alternate ACs- Chaos, Mayhem
Profile- A rookie Raven, Elijah has only been in the fold for a short time, but possesses great talent. His AC is designed for deadly long range combat, although he can use it in close range as well. Currently, he is the apprentice of Glaive and is being trained to be a skilled Raven.
Name- Cain
Signature AC- Glaive 2
Alternate ACs- Fenrir, Uniblast
Profile- An experienced Raven who excels in blade to blade battles. Formerly part of the Raven team, the Hands of God, he now spends his time training the young Raven, Elijah. He rarely goes out on missions and only fights in the Arena.
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Elijah had just entered into his personal docking bay to check up on his AC Chaos. After it was damaged in the training run, he decided to alter the machine altogether, removing the hover legs and arms and giving it tank legs and the insanely powerful dual grenade launchers. On its back were the equally powerful dual vertical missiles and the shoulders sported shielding. 'With this configuration, I will defeat you.' he thought as he looked at Cain's AC, Glaive II. It stood in the nearby dock like a proud knight standing watch. 'It's too bad its pilot isn't like that.' After being with Cain, he realized two things. One, his friend never cracked a smile. Two, he was always stiff, always seeming to work and never having any fun. 'He could at least relax a bit.'
Elijah shrugged it off and cycled the ACs to his signature machine, Havoc. This one was shaded black with red and blue colored details. Two machine guns were in its grip and it held the high level extra ammo on its back. He could shoot down his opponent for hours.
He remembered when he first used this machine in the Arena. That was also the first day he met Cain...
Flashback...
Arena.
Havoc stepped out into the Arena, awaiting his first opponent. From what he heard, they were usually pushover type fighters. However, since he had never fought in the arena before, he was new to this experience. The pilot struggled to calm himself.
"No problem. Just beat the other guy and win. It's just like a mission."
"It's nothing like a mission."
The transmission came from his opponent. A white and blue AC.
"A battle between Ravens isn't just a way to gain credits. It's a way of learning about each other. And it's a way to improve your own skills, both as a Raven and as a human being."
"What do you mean?"
"Fight me and find out."
Havoc wasted no time in attacking. Raising his machine gun, he fired a salvo of bullets at Glaive. However, the white AC flew off to the side, the bullets missing him by inches. Havoc continued to fire around, following the white AC and trying to hit it. Glaive suddenly circled and flew at him. He flew backward, hoping to avoid the pursuing Raven. In his panic, he had forgotten that he stopped shooting. When he realized it, he pulled the trigger, but Glaive was too close. A blue-white blade of energy flashed forth and blazed down on him. Reacting, Havoc ignited his own orange blade and the two clashed. Due to Glaive's power, Havoc was struggling against him. But the Raven wasn't finished yet and raised his machine gun to fire at close range. Glaive saw this and quickly dodged off to the right. Havoc was stunned as Glaive came once again and sliced off the machine gun arm. Havoc backed away damaged, but re-ignited his blade again. Glaive however, didn't move and merely observed the AC.
"You have potential, but even you can see that you can't win this fight."
With that, Glaive began to turn and walk away. Havoc however, called out...
"Wait. I still do not understand. What did you mean earlier? About learning about others?"
"Do you really want to know? It takes time."
"I don't care. Hey, you can even train me if that's what it takes."
Glaive turned back toward him, "You sound serious enough. Okay. Come with me and I'll train you."
"Okay, deal Glaive."
"My name is Cain."
"I'm Elijah."
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Elijah let out a small smile. Ever since that day and thanks to Cain's teachings, his skills in the AC had increased dramatically. However, his stoic teacher never actually joined him in any of his battles or missions. He always taught him in private. Most of all, he had only seen him use his ACs in a few arena battles. But never anything major. Why was he like that? He's supposed to be the best blade Raven there was. He was already a rank A Raven, so what was the deal? Why is it that he doesn't battle more often? Whenever he asked, Cain either would answer with a strange riddle that seemed to make no sense or not even answer at all.
'Well, I won't give up.'
Elijah walked off away from his machine and toward his teacher's quarters. As usual, Cain was busy on his computer, doing some sort of work. Elijah walked up from behind him.
"So, what'cha doing?"
"Work."
Elijah shrugged. That was the usual answer Cain gave him. But Elijah had no intention of giving up now.
"What kind of work?"
Cain didn't answer that question, forcing Elijah to move closer and look over his shoulder. The screen was covered with various AC information. Elijah became a little more interested and moved his head closer.
His mistake...
Cain suddenly latched his arm up and snapped up Elijah's neck, putting him in a chokehold.
"How many times do I have to say not to do that?"
Elijah struggled a bit more and finally gotten loose.
"Hey, if you weren't such a stiff, I wouldn't have to do that."
Cain stopped briefly, "So I'm a stiff now?"
"No. You're always a stiff." Elijah joked.
Cain however, seemed less than amused, "Perhaps."
Elijah let out another silent sigh, "Come on. Don't you do anything else besides work? Don't you go to parties or anything remotely fun?"
"No." was the short reply.
"Fine then. I'll...."
Beep, beep
It was Elijah comn unit. He looked at his wrist and checked it. "Looks like I got a mission to go to." He lowered his arm and began to walk out. "So I'll see you later."
"Assuming that you live through it."
Elijah rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Must you be so serious?"
"Someone has to be. Be careful out there."
Elijah nodded. He knew that deep down, really deep down, Cain cared.
"Sure. No problem."
Elijah left the room and strode toward his AC. Havoc will be perfect for this mission. He walked up the ramp and into the cockpit. Closing the hatch, he activated all systems and gripped the controls. The dark machine stood up and its eyes glowed venomously.
'Havoc, let's go.'