This story was actually loosely based from a Discord roleplay session I play in. This story is also mostly focused on the OCs that will be introduced within the story, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Infinite Stratos.


6 years ago...

David Sullivan ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

What the hell was happening? Where was he even going?

All around David was death and destruction. Buildings laid to waste, there were probably bodies in the hundreds as well. All of it was almost in the blink of an eye. One minute, David was minding his own business, the next, everything had gone right to hell.

His parents and siblings were nowhere in sight. Were they...?

No. They couldn't be!

But he'd seen so many other bodies...Could his family be amongst the count?

David refused to believe his family was killed until he saw their bodies.

But first...He had to make it out alive himself.

He was so lost...Everything was in ruins, he had no guide to show him the way.

All the explosions...The gunshots...The screaming...

David needed to hide...To wait things out and pray.

Surely someone would come looking for him, right?

David rushed to a ledge...And at last, he saw them.

A legion of Infinite Stratos suits...

The Infinite Stratos was an exo-suit originally designed for space exploration. However, like all things technologically advanced, it was soon weaponized and turned into another tool for fighting.

Even stranger, such technology could only be operated by women.

The world was somewhat turned on its head, and so began a few years of uneasy peace as the world tried to accommodate for the IS. Needless to say, some people took things a little too far.

And David just so happened to be caught right in the middle of it.

Originally, today was supposed to be a day where David's family would go out and travel to a nice, large metropolis city to visit and have a nice day to see the sights. That's what was supposed to happen, anyway.

However, without warning, almost half a dozen IS units came from the sky and rained fire upon it all.

David was completely turned around, and in his frenzy lost sight of his family.

It'd only been less than an hour.

It all happened so fast...That was the power of IS suits.

How did such atrocious people get their hands on such power?

David quickly ducked behind his fragile cover, as long as he stayed out of sight...

The sounds of mechanical marching drew closer and closer.

The boy couldn't just sit by!

David sprang up and ran in terror.

Luck was on the boy's side as it appeared that David made the right decision to run for it. As not very long after he began running out in the open, he was thrown to the ground by the shock of a projectile colliding with his once-was hiding place.

David struggled to his feet and pressed on through desperation.

He was soon under the cover of what used to be a house.

David sat down, curled up into a ball against a large wall, and stopped.

He just wanted to go home...

He wanted his family. His mother, his father, his brothers and sisters...He just wanted to go home with them.

Was he about to die?

Would he die young?

Almost as if to further pour salt into the wound, the IS-Terrorists began to make announcements to any hiding survivors.

"Rejoice, you sheep!" Boomed one of the pilots over a loudspeaker, "This is a cleansing! A purification of the cancerous men of this world! With this purge, humankind will be as it always should have been! We will attain our long-suppressed potential as a species!"

What the hell was she talking about?

Suddenly, massive gunshots blew holes in the very wall David was leaning against, narrowly missing him.

He couldn't stay here, he had to run!

David fled for his life, holding onto the single hope he would survive.

Every second could've resulted in his death, it was die if he did or die if he didn't.

Where was his family? Were they looking for him? Did they think he was dead? Were they safe? Did they even notice he was missing? Would rescue even come? Was he really going to die here? There were just too many questions...

One of the IS pilots saw David on the run.

Right after, David could hear the sounds of gunshots trailing right behind him.

He lunged to the left in a desperate attempt to save his life.

But in doing so, David found himself cornered.

David backed up until he felt the cold touch of destroyed walls behind him.

The IS towered over him, staring down upon him with intimidating red eyes.

He was about to die here...

He was too young to die, but he was about to die anyway...

If he ran, the IS would shoot him, if he sat still, the IS would shoot him.

There was no way out.

David didn't want to die!

He'd never felt more alive than this very moment.

The IS raised its gun.

David was about to scream.

It was all over...

Suddenly, a particle beam struck the IS right in the head from above!

David flinched. What just happened?

The IS dropped like a rock, the pilot unconscious from the impact. Soon after, several more particle beams rained down from above, striking surgically as each targeted the IS-Terrorists.

David looked around, who did that? Who saved him?

The young boy looked to the heavens to find his savior.

A strange, lone IS hovered in the sky, its back turned to David as it displayed two energy wings flowing from the engines. The IS was gray, the pilot's face was masked by a helmet.

It looked...Like a butterfly...

The IS began to turn...And it gazed down upon David like an angel watching a mortal from heaven.

It seemed like it was staring directly at David.

David was entranced.

The IS saved him...And noticed him.

It felt like the IS called to him...

After the entire tragedy had been stopped, the people marked this down as "The Monarch Incident."

David, on the other hand, called it destiny.


The Present...

David took a deep breath.

It was quite the wild ride David took to get to the very spot he was on, but he did it. It was confusing beyond belief how he managed to arrive here, but he was able to lock it down and carry on like normal.

Well...As normal as he could get.

Class 1-3...Of the IS Academy.

As in, "The IS Academy that a male student would never be accepted to."

Everywhere David went, he was met with curious stares all over from girls. The IS Academy was a circumstantially all-girls school due to it training IS Pilots, which were all girls due to the IS.

Well, that is, until David did something he wasn't supposed to.

That being getting lost in a tour of an IS-Company, Alchemist Corporation, and somehow winding up in a room with an inactive IS. Naturally, David was curious and touched the IS. But unlike what normally would've happened, that being nothing, the IS activated and moved.

By the time security was on the scene, David was demonstrating something neither he, nor anyone expected.

He had the aptitude to pilot an Infinite Stratos.

And so, Alchemist Corporation went haywire, and promptly made David into the Company Representative for the IS Academy. They quickly went to work assembling an IS suit for David, which he would take to the IS Academy for testing.

While David did feel like he'd finally began doing something with his life...

...All the girls staring directly down his back as he sat directly in the front center of the class made him begin to regret his decision. Whenever David glanced behind him, he'd quickly face forward after finding girls staring right at him with sharp eyes.

David had no clue what everyone looked like, he was facing forward and too anxious to look back.

The bell rang.

David gulped.

This...This was the start of a whole new adventure.

The teacher walked into the room.

She wore business attire, her hair was pure white, she had glasses, and crimson eyes. She looked quite level-headed, exuding a professional aura as she walked to the front of the classroom, directly in front of David.

"Greetings class." She announced, "I am Irina Zherdev, and I will be your Instructor for your first year at the IS Academy. For the next three years, you will be devoting your academic efforts to learning and mastering the operations of the Infinite Stratos, or IS for short."

The class erupted with cheers, startling David.

"I don't believe it! The Irina Zherdev!"

"The real deal!"

"She's the pride of Russia! Due to her outstanding record in military and IS communities! She came third in the Second Mondo Grosso, and second in the third, bested only by Chifuyu Orimura and Alicia Jiosestaf!"

David heard that...Wow, he was being taught by one of the top-three in the Mondo Grosso?

Irina sighed in the face of the students' collective joy.

"'Course they put the nutcases in my class..." Irina muttered to herself, "Orimura never has to put up with this..."

Orimura? As in...Chifuyu Orimura? Winner of first Mondo Grosso?

She was teaching at the IS Academy as well?!

Irina shook her head and turned back to the class.

"Quiet down!"

The students all fell silent.

"Now...It appears we have quite a few interesting individuals in our class this year," Irina glanced at David, "However, simply because you're different doesn't mean you are granted special privileges, you'll put in just as much effort as everyone else."

"Yes ma'am!" Declared the rest of the students.

David didn't respond, he was far too in awe. Irina didn't seem to notice, as the rest of the class would drown him out anyway.

"Settle down!" Irina called, "I'm taking attendance, listen for your name being called!"

"Yes ma'am!"

David began to lose himself in his thoughts.

He was still processing the fact he was standing and breathing in the presence of the Irina Zherdev. Furthermore, she was going to be his teacher at the IS Academy. There was just so much David could take in before-

"Sullivan." Irina Called.

"H-Here!" David piped up.

The class fell silent as all eyes were on David.

"Sullivan," Explained Irina, "We're taking attendance and we've already gotten to the S's, so if you wouldn't mind, I'd like for you to introduce yourself to the class."

"R-Right, sorry..."

David stood up and did his best to keep calm. However, to everyone else, he was clearly trembling nervously and looked quite vulnerable. He was obviously very shy and looked quite uncomfortable.

"M-My name is David Sullivan."

David looked around...The girls all gave him intent stares, they were clearly expecting more from him.

"A-And..." David concluded, "Th-That's...About it."

The class all gawked at David like he was an idiot, and David could feel the disappointment.

"I see..." Commented Irina, "Please take your seat then, Sullivan."

David quickly sat back down as Irina moved on.

David felt ashamed of himself as was once again lost in his own thoughts. He just blew his only chance to make a good first impression upon the class, and he blew it hard. They probably thought he was some weirdo by now...

"Zherdev." Called Irina.

David blinked.

Wasn't Irina's last name Zherdev...?

David the heard a seat move as he turned around to find someone standing up.

But it wasn't just any student.

David couldn't help but flinch in shock.

...Another boy was standing right next to a window in one of the center rows of the desks.

His hair was white, much like Irina's. He had crimson eyes like the woman as well. He had an air of confidence and charisma, which almost instantly enthralled David. This new boy was the complete opposite of David's shy and vulnerable appearance.

"Privetstvuyu," The boy introduced himself, "I am Alexander Zherdev, Company Representative of Sukhoi, and the Future Pride of Mother Russia."

The girls all stared in awe, completely forgetting about David.

"I am here to show the power of precision Russian engineering, and I swear to do nothing less than me best at this fine institution." Alexander declared.

The girls were already swooning.

David faced forward and felt the crushing taste of disappointment in himself.

"That will be all, Zherdev." Said Irina, "Let's finish the attendance quickly."

Alexander nodded, and sat back down.

David was in shock.

He wasn't the only one?


Infinite Stratos: Reignite Pulse


"Now that we have that under way," Irina adjusted her glasses, "We'll be starting class."

The students all settled down and faced forward as Irina began her lessons.

"The Infinite Stratos, or 'IS' for short, was originally developed as part of the space exploration program. However, the space program is currently on hold. After the Shirokishi Incident, the IS was applied as a military weapon. Due to the threat the IS posed, nations signed the Alaska Treaty to prevent the direct usage of the IS in warfare."

Irina stepped aside as a video began playing on the board behind her.

The students watched a series of clips of IS suits of all kinds in combat.

"In order to prevent a catastrophe where nations voted the Alaska Treaty be repealed, nations agreed to allow the IS to be used for gladiatorial sports. However, the Alaska Treaty isn't perfect, and several nations are guilty of abusing loopholes found in it."

Irina paused as she continued to play more footage.

"Until these loopholes are fixed and the Alaska Treaty is amended, all we can do is try to stop misuse as it arises."

Irina then pulled up footage over a bright red IS in combat.

"Even though the Alaska Treaty prevents the direct use of IS in warfare, one of the most notable loopholes is that it does not extend to IS-reinforcements for low-intensity conflicts, or in the name of peacekeeping, like the Syria Incident, even the Donbass Crisis. Russia was able to use this loophole to wage combat during the Syria Incident and Donbass Crisis. However, due to a Civil War which concluded a year ago, it has currently been trapped within a financial problem of its own."

The class all took notes.

David was watching the IS.

It appeared to be a Second-Generation IS...It was bright red, with hints of black, it seemed pretty decent.

"Moving on from the history and legal side of the IS," Irina stepped back to the center, "It's time to discuss the technological side of it."

Irina pulled up a basic schematic of an IS on the screen.

"The IS, while being designed for space, is still capable as a combative weapon. However, it's not quite aerodynamic, and isn't currently capable of matching conventional fighter jets of today."

Irina then moved onto a more in-depth schematic.

"The IS's most unique trait is it's ability to create energy shields and ability to store weaponry in a sort of Hammerspace. Both can be narrowed down to the most critical component of the IS: The IS-Core, a strange component said to have the ability to generate infinite power...While this seems highly implausible, there has been no recorded situation to deny this claim."

Irina moved to more images of IS Suits.

"However, IS-Cores are quite finite, are there are currently only four-hundred-sixty-seven IS-Cores in the world, with all of them being divided amongst the nations for testing their IS Suits. Sadly, this means nations must choose how many Cores are used in combat and how many are used for research."

Irina then switched to the image of a battery.

"However, nations have developed IS-Batteries. While they cannot project infinite power like an IS Core, or even have access to Hammerspace, they have proven to have roughly the same effectiveness for periods of time. IS-Batteries are far more available, and have been in use since the start of the Second Generation of IS Suits."

The bell rang, it was time for a break period.

Irina turned off the screen.

"That being said, we'll leave off here, and have a brief intermission before classes resume. You have fifteen minutes, you may use that time to use the restrooms or to talk amongst yourselves to get to know one another."

"Yes ma'am!"


David sighed, and remained seated as he reviewed his notes.

Behind him, he could hear girls all beginning to crowd around both him and Alexander.

"Hey, Sullivan-San, tell us about yourself!"

"Yeah! C'mon, pleeeease?"

David began blushing a little.

"A-Ah well..." David fidgeted a little.

The girls all crowded around him, pleading and non-verbally begging him to talk about himself. While David didn't want to disappoint them, he found himself hopelessly paralyzed with introverted fear.

Unbeknownst to David however, a girl was watching him from the back of the class.

She had luxurious, curly blonde hair, and aqua-blue eyes. She'd been eyeing both David and Alexander since the start of class.

David didn't notice, he was far to lost in his own predicament.

Alexander, on the other hand was returning to class.

He wasn't quite as jovial unfortunately.

During the break period he went to go use the bathroom, only to find that there were virtually no mens' restrooms in the classrooms due to there never being any male students before. Alexander had to hustle all the way to the visitor's center and use the restroom there.

While the title of being one of the first boys to be a student...

...The cost was beginning to outweigh the value.

Alexander did his best to keep his cool, hoping to staff at the IS Academy would soon fix the situation. As he returned to class, girls from all classes began to turn heads and stare towards Alexander.

Alexander straightened up as he introduced himself.

"I'm Alexander Zherdev," He announced, flashing his charm as best as he could.

The girls all gazed in awe, but suddenly turned their heads to the opposite direction.

Alexander was confused until he saw what they were looking at.

A third boy?

The boy was Japanese, with short black hair and dark brown eyes.

He must've been in a different class, or even just arriving.

"E-Excuse me!" The boy approached Alexander, "Hey, you must be one of the other boys I heard about. What's your name?"

"Me? I'm Alexander Zherdev, the future pride of Mother Russia!"

"Oh, I'm Ichika Orimura!"

"Orimura? As in Chifuyu Orimura?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I'm the younger brother to Irina Zherdev."

"That's great-Oh hey...Um...Do you know where I can find a bathroom? All the ones I found were for girls..."

"Oh? There's one in the Visitor's Center. You should hurry though, you might be late if you dawdle too long."

"Thanks! Catch ya later!"

Ichika quickly departed for the bathroom.

Alexander began walking as he watched Ichika run off...

Bam!

"Watch where you're going!" A British voice scolded Alexander.

Alexander faced forward...

...To find a rather attractive British girl standing in front of him.

"My apologies, who might you be?" Alexander inquired.

"Me? Why, I'm Cecilia Alcott! Representative Candidate for England!" Cecilia declared, "And you?"

Alexander chuckled.

"I am Alexander Zherdev, brother to Irina Zherdev, Company Representative of Sukhoi."

Cecilia went from angry to intrigued.

"Sukhoi? I see...You seem rather well-bred, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Zherdev."

"The same to you, Miss Alcott. Might I inquire of your goal for the IS Academy?"

"If you insist. I have been sent for the purposes of testing a unique Third-Generation IS, I find myself quite honored to have been selected to pilot the machine. But I say, might I gain insight for your attendance at the IS Academy?"

"I myself am enrolled to display Russia's might with a personalized IS from the end of the Second-Generation. While it's not a Third-Generation, I've proven time and time again in training it can contest with next generation suits."

"Well now, it appears you've made quite the name for yourself! As expected of a family like the Zherdevs!"

"I'll forge my own legacy, for both my family and nation!"

"How admirable-!"

The bell range, it was time to resume classes.

"Fare thee well, Zherdev!" Cecilia moved back to her class.

"The same to you." Alexander called as he moved back to his own class.

Alexander had a thing for blondes.

Maybe he'd see Cecilia again sooner...


Back in class...

"Now then," Irina resumed, "Resuming from where we left off, it's obvious that not only do nations have their own IS suits, but various companies have their own styles as well, some of which have made their way to this institution."

Irina displayed several clips of various IS Suits, all with labels of their respected manufacturers.

"Nations train many for rigorous selections for a Representative Candidate, to eventually become a nation's representative IS Pilot. However, even further, IS-Companies have Company Representatives, to be their test pilots for their IS suits and to test them at places like the IS Academy."

Irina gestured to the students.

"There is a population of students in the IS Academy who are Company Representatives. For example, Zherdev's the current Company Representative of Sukhoi, a Russian aircraft manufacturer that is currently one of the most prominent IS-Companies."

Irina then displayed footage of...Alexander?

Alexander was in what appeared to be a long-range IS Suit, with a large cannon on its right shoulder.

"Wow!" One student commented, "It doesn't look like it'll be too fast..."

"Actually," Corrected Irina, "This IS here is designed with bigger engines than the average IS, to compensate for weight."

The students made "Oo's" and "Aa's" in awe as Irina switched to more footage.

Irina then began to display more footage of Alexander in training, with several more instructors. While Irina appeared to be keeping a neutral face, David couldn't help but feel she was playing favorites.

Irina then finally began displaying footage of something besides Alexander after a few minutes.

This time, the footage was of...David?!

David flinched. Where did the IS Academy get that footage!

"This footage is from Alchemist Corporation, an IS-Company in the United States."

The video displayed David in a rather generic-looking IS Suit, performing basic tests. He certainly looked a lot less nervous. In fact, he seemed almost completely different from his shy, introverted behavior as he sat in front of everyone.

David could feel the stares down his back as the class looked at the video and back to him.

It felt like a court proceeding in which the prosecutor just displayed the incriminating evidence.

Irina glanced, and promptly moved on to another video.

This time, there was a red IS, it looked sleek, and had twin golden katars integrated on its wrists. The red IS was locked in a brawl with several other IS pilots. The pilot was a blonde teenage girl. She moved very quickly, and very quickly took down every combatant in her path.

"This footage was provided by the US as well, to display one of their Representative Candidates, Chloe Banner."

David watched with awe.

Chloe Banner looked...Quite pretty.

Irina moved on to footage of several other pilots in training.

"However, nations have very rigorous processes to select Representative Candidates, and even harsher measures upon those who do make the cut. However, with the coming of several IS-Compatible boys, there have been questions about how to approach this unprecedented discovery."

Irina finished displaying clips.

"That said," Irina faced forward, "To both Sullivan and Zherdev, don't expect me to give you any privileges. You're here to push your limits and grow farther beyond that you have been before, no corners are allowed to be cut. You'll get the same treatment as any other student in my class, is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am!" Alexander belted out.

"Y-Yes ma'am!" David stuttered nervously.

"Very good." Irina concluded.

Class continued as David felt even more nervous.

This was definitely going to push him to the edge.


Some time later...

Classes had concluded for the day, it was time for students to leave classes and acclimate to their new environment.

David tread nervously through the hallways.

No matter where he went, eyes were always on him!

It was an introvert's worst nightmare!

When David tried going to the cafeteria for dinner, he could hardly focus on eating. Everyone was watching him like a hawk, sizing him up and borderline marveling at his every movement. It was as though they'd never even seen a boy before.

David knew that moving elsewhere wouldn't change anything, students would most likely just follow him if he tried going to a private place.

All he could do was just sit and hope they'd pass him by.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

David looked up to find a girl with blonde, curly hair and bright blue eyes.

It was Chloe Banner! The girl from the video!

"O-Oh! It's no problem!" David stammered.

"Thank you very much." Chloe sat down at the opposite chair, facing David.

Chloe was observing David, almost like an experiment.

"If you don't mind," Chloe requested, "I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"O-Of course. Please, go ahead."

"I noticed you in class, I'm in Class 1-3 as well, in case you didn't notice."

David flinched. She was in Class 1-3 the whole time?!

"I'm curious about why you didn't talk about yourself in class today, I want to get to know everyone in class better."

"A-Ah," David said, "W-Well, I'm Company Rep of Alchemist Corporation, from the United States."

"I see..." Chloe noted, "Well, you're not totally obligated to answer anything, I just want to know what you're comfortable in telling me."

David was nervous.

"Hm..." David tried answering, "I like video games n' stuff..."

Chloe thankfully didn't have too many expectations of David, and was interested enough.

"What kind of games?" Chloe inquired.

"U-Uh...Fighting games."

"Interesting..."

Chloe was easily still curious, giving David a look as though she wanted to hear more. David just couldn't say no to her face, but at the same time he just couldn't answer! She was being way too innocently unfair!

Chloe seemed to pick up on it.

"Oh..." She blushed, "I-I'm sorry, was I too forceful?"

"A-A little..."

"I'm sorry." Apologized Chloe, "I-I should get going, I'll see you in class tomorrow."

Chloe quickly sat up and left.

David wanted to pursue, but was busy trying to calm his heart.


Later that night...

David sighed as he approached his dorm room.

He really hoped he'd get one to himself...

The thought of having roommates was scary! What if he got one who was too curious and barraged him with a heaping pile of questions? Or a bully who'd totally dominate him and he couldn't fight back?

There were so many negative traits David could find he almost didn't want to go to his dorm room!

However...

David was already at the door.

His heart was beating rather heavily, he felt ready to faint!

But...

He couldn't just not go into his room, he had nowhere else to sleep!

David steeled his nerves and held his breath as he opened the door...

...To be greeted with the sight of a girl sitting in a dark room watching a holo-screen.

She had blue hair and dark red eyes, with long hair with a few curls. The most notable feature of her head were two triangular hairpins on both sides of her head. David could also make out a pair of yellow leggings and the standard IS Academy uniform.

She looked scary!

The girl groaned a little as she noticed the light bleeding through the doorway, her eyes aching as she adjusted to the new source of light. She turned and locked eyes with David, and both of them froze.

David felt his heart stop.

She looked terrifying in the dark!

"Ah!" The girl squeaked.

"Ah!" David returned.

"AAH!" They screamed together, caught completely off-guard by each other's presence.

"I-I..." The girl started.

"D-David!" David piped up, "I-I'm David! David Sullivan!"

"K-Kanzashi! Kanzashi Sarashiki!"

The pair were practically on the verge of total meltdown.

Neither had any clue of how to approach the situation.

David really shouldn't have pushed himself out of his comfort zone and barged right in!

Kanzashi was panicking, for she didn't know who her roommate was, nor did she prepare any sort of greeting! She just went right to her room and started watching anime, completely forgetting about a roommate!

"P-Pleased to meet you!" David stammered as he went over to offer a handshake.

Kanzashi was in full-panic.

"PLEASED TO MEET YOU!"

David flinched. She was screaming! Did he do something to anger her?

Kanzashi froze. She just yelled at this new boy! What if he got offended?

"I-I'm sorry-?!" Kanzashi tried to stand up...

...Only to have pushed to hard and practically threw herself off the bed, and right at David.

David had no time to move.

Kanzashi accidentally tackled David and they both fell on the other bed.

The girl frantically got off of David.

"S-Sullivan-San?!" Cried Kanzashi, "Are you okay?! I'm sorry I didn't mean to-?!"

It was at that moment Kanzashi found...

...David fainted from the sudden tackle.

"OH MY GOD! I'M SORRY!"


Elsewhere...

Alexander was currently marching off to his new dorm room.

He began to wonder who his roommate would be, if he was to have one at all.

Most likely he'd be paired with one of the other boys, Sullivan and Orimura.

While Alexander would be fine if he were to room with Ichika, as the boy was open and honest, he didn't think he'd really like rooming with David. Sullivan was simply too...Meek for Alexander's liking in a friend.

If Alexander could really be allowed to choose...He would've taken a gorgeous and classy blonde girl for a roommate.

Alexander could imagine it now...

A drop-dead, well-endowed, bombshell blonde girl from a noble family with a record of her own to boot. They'd start a relationship and they'd devote their lives to each other as Alexander went on to be one of the greatest IS-Pilots in Russian history.

The idea got Alexander fired up as he approached his assigned dorm.

While Alexander had an ideal roommate, he would keep himself grounded as he arrived at his room.

Alexander checked the door's number one last time, and entered.

Sadly, it appeared that Alexander's roommate was nowhere to be found.

Alexander sighed rather loudly, he was a little disappointed.

"Hm?" An all-too-familiar British voice declared from the shower room, "Is someone there? You must be my new roommate."

Alexander flinched.

Wait a second...

"I apologize, I felt I needed to wash myself quickly, I'm coming out of the showers now."

Alexander looked around frantically, what was he going to do?!

The girl stepped out of the shower room.

"A pleasure to meet you," Cecilia walked out with a towel around her body and was drying off her head.

Alexander turned to face Ceclia.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Cecilia Alcott-?!"

Cecilia stopped right in her tracks, her eyes bulging with confusion and dismay.

Alexander stood, his mouth agape as he gazed upon Cecilia's scantily-clad form.

Her body was far more curvaceous than what was viewable from when Cecilia was wearing her dress.

"O-O blyat..." Alexander piped up, breaking the silence.

"You...You..." Cecilia was beginning to shake with fury.

"M-Miss Alcott! I-?!"

"YOU GENERIC PERVERTED MALE YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THE HORRIBLE BUNCH!"

Cecilia screamed as she secured the towel over her figure with one arm, and swung at Alexander with the other.

In a flash of light, Cecilia's arm was now encased by a mechanized blue fist.

"OH BLYAT!"

"TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!"

Alexander didn't know what to do at this point.

His screams of terror as he tried to evade could be heard all over the dorm rooms.

Irina was busy walking to her own room as she heard a faint scream.

"Who could that be...?" Irina listened.

It sounded like...Alexander?

"Eh, it's probably nothing." Irina shrugged, "He can take care of himself."

Irina went on to her room.

It was fine, right?


A/N: The end! I hope you enjoy this new story!

Please be mindful, this story does not take place within the same universe as my other Infinite Stratos story, American Idiot.

This story doesn't quite focus on the main cast either. Whereas canon focuses on Class 1-1, this story is about Class 1-3, and focuses on a new cast of characters I hope to do justice to.

There are also several differences from the canon, as some have been explained in this chapter.

There will be OC IS suits appearing soon, I hope you like this story!

David's journey into the IS Academy has only just begun.

Leave a review, they're much appreciated and show that you care!