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"Alright, what do I get to work with?" Andou asked as she stepped into the garage with multiple students and their Sensha-do equipment, which varied in quality and usage.

"Eight Nauhels DL-43, all three tanks from your clan and a single M-3 Stuart under mine command." A short boy with round sunglasses, school's Sensha-do uniform and uneasy aura of bureaucrat responded, walking towards her. "Dornier, leader of the Salvador clan." He presented himself, reaching out to her with his left arm.

"Greeting with a left arm?" She asked him, taking her own to a handshake with a short period of fighting muscle memory.

"I'm left handed, mainly because I'm going to be your left hand in incoming battle." He joked as they shaked their hands.

"Very funny, but who will be the right one?"

"Cayenne from your clan, given that Eclair is in delegation."

"Well then, are all the crews ready?" She asked again, seeing a wide mix of salutes and 'Yes Sir! ' responses from all over the hangar. "Good, but why Sir?"

"Sorry, just a habit." Gotierrez apologised, walking from behind one of his Nauhels with his technicial gloves covered gearbox oil. "I'm not a girl after all."

"But they'll listen to me anyway?" Andou questioned, making it clear that she demanded full discipline in the team.

"Definitely. You're the favourite of Caudillo who made us cry like babied not so long ago." He responded, single tear going down his left cheek. "Sorry, it still hurts how he owned us."

"None needed you'll take the pride back against BC Vaindom." Andou joked, earning a lot of laughs from the gathered members. "Now then, all of you get washed and ready. I want to see everyone in twenty minutes at the training grounds."

"She starts hard on them. Neat." Maken said to himself as he stared from the distance at the garage numbered '181' and general shift of mood from relaxed to rushed inside of it.

"You say it only because you went on them the same way, right?" Doctor Ludwig asked him, standing behind him with discretion.

"Who knows? Maybe I just have crush on her because all that matters for me can be safe within her hands?"

"Ah yes, zhe dedication to the same goal bringing people together, how poetic."

"Housekeeping!" Rosehip called out, knocking the doors twice as she stood in front of a small rent room in a busy district of Tsuruga, Fukui Prefecture.

"No one'a here!" An empty, but somewhat despaired response came out from the other side.

"Housekeeeeeping!" Rosehip said again, this time a bit louder and longer.

"Go, AWAY!" The response came, this time with hearable desperation.

"Jajka, sweetie, it's just me, Rosehip." She said again, this time trying to get on her good side. "I'm here with a letter... And an apology from your old rival."

"Yeah? Who?"

"Maken Ba-!"

"Keep me away from this sociopath!" Jajka shouted, making Rosehip flinch and look around for a while with swear going down her face.

"Damn it Rosehip! Keep it cool."/"He's not here, it's just me, Rosehip... With a letter." Ex-St. Gloriana student explained, in a meanwhile focusing on her task.

"Fine, you can come in and laugh at my mysery." The response came after a while of silence before the doors opened and revealed Jajka with messy hair, stressed face and second-hand clothes you can find in these suspicious stall found on old-school town squares.

"Thanks, but I'm not here to bully you." Rosehip corrected her before stepping into what looked like a single, fully painted into grey colours room with doors to the toilet room at the end, old bed to left and a small fridge to the right alongside cracked plastic chair and not much better maintaned wooden nightdesk. "I'm a messenger." She added, ignoring the material situation and handing her a letter.

"What could this crazy maniac want from me..." Jajka said with lifeless, monotonic tone as she opened the letter and saw the insides. "This many? But..." She gulped, taking the money into pant's pockets and then silently reading the text, her eyes growing bigger with each read line. "He wants to have me join his school?!"

"Apparently yes." Rosehip nodded, placing her hands together at her front. "Me, Andou and Eclair also got kicked from our schools before joining him."

"E-e-ekhem... Sorry, I'm lost for words." Jajka responded, putting the letter away into her pocket. "Is it true that I can move in now?"

"Maken written so yes, otherwise my mission was pointless." Rosehip responded, taking out her smartphone and finding Maken's number.

"Wait, you have a smartphone?" Jajka asked, dazed off by her item.

"Business one. Mine Caudillo as he likes to call himself gave it to me some time ago to help with stuff like this." She explained before making the call with near instant response. "Heya Maken! I can say that my trial was a full success!"

"Alright girl, keep it cool but civil. Sore feet are the least of your concern right now." Eclair motivated herself as she sat down at the outdoor table of a rather highly renowned club and looked around, waiting for the necessary people to come.

"Erm, excuse me." A low-pitched female tone sounded in her ears, before she turned around and saw two very tall girls with long hair, one with black and the second with blonde coloured one, waiting for her at the table right behind her with the completley unofficial clothes. "I am Nonna and this is Klara, we do admire the style by the ocassion." The same voice coming from the prior added, sending a polite smile towards her.

"... Oh, sorry!" Eclair apologised after a short while of being frozen in place before switching tables and joining them.

"Don't sweat it! We can see you're totally stressed." Klara smiled too, waving her hand in a lackluster way. "Our parents just wanted to see how much of a show Maken and Sudamericana would put up for us to join."

"Da, even though I will still miss Pravda..." Nonna sighed, resting her head on a clenched fist with suddenly yearning facial expression.

"Oui, I missed mine old school and friends too." Eclair added, putting herself back together after initial embarresment. "But I know for a fact that we are very welcoming."

"Sounds good, doesn't it?" Klara asked.

"Very good actually." Nonna responded, both of them leaving Eclair out of active conversation for a moment. "The best offer we will be given at this part of the school year at least.

Forgive me for interrupting, but does it mean that you join?" Eclair asked, looking at them with suspense.

"I think that we do. For some time at least since we still miss Pravda." Klara added, waving her finger left and right as if she lectured her.

"Mhm... That marks two." Maken smiled, looking down at his phone and seeing the tect messeage from Eclair confirming her success. "Now then, how does the leading group look?" He asked himself, rising his head back up and seeing three lines with four tanks each advancing over the battlefield. "Drill exercises? She really wants them to listen and execute orders. Not out schools style, but..." He rised an eyebrow before looking to the left at the very cross-looking girl with few exposed blone hair stripes and quite dark clothing choice with fully covered head. "A suprise will definitely throw these narcissistic brats off the beat at this one." He continued his thoughts while quickly looking at photos of BC Freedom students. "And it seems I've found mine match." He added as he saw a matching picture subtitled 'Ruka Oshida' and went forward to do what he does to foreign spies on his ship.

Ensures the security of endangered data.

"Excuse me, young lady." He said, walking up to the girl which in near instant took her hood off the head and revealed itself to be nobody else than Assam herself. "... What, are you doing, here?"

"..." She didn't responded, instead looking at him with respectful smile.

"At least don't toy with me now... Look, I'm actually sorry for that events and I won't look for justification now." Maken added, his face turning from surprised to stressed.

"I'll gladly take this promise as it is then." She responded, turning her body to face him straight.

"Thank you for mercy." Maken joked to calm himself down. "Now pardon me for asking again, but shouldn't you be scared?"

"Heheh, I still am a little bit." She frowned lightly, letting out a small laugh. "But a friend of mine and one of yours helped me when needed the most."

"One of mine? But who-!" He asked again, but stopped after seeing for a brief moment a shadow of Gaster behind her giving him finger guns with disrespectful smile on his face. "Of course, screw me in particular. Should have guessed earlier he'll become her guardian angel." He thought while standing still for a moment with a strange thought of life being sucked away from his body.

"Are you feeling alright?" Assam asked him, making as innocent pose as she could.

"Not really, but no worse that back then." Maken responded, taking two deep breaths. "Just please, pleeease can we talk in private? I'll owe you double afterwards."

"I think I can agree on those terms." She responded, giving him her hand. "Now then, may a lady like me ask to be led towards this private place of yours?"

"Certainly, after me please."