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On top of the building, Anthony sat on top of the building looking at the full moon as he grieved Jin's death.

"Mr. Evans?" said a young voice from behind. "Can I have a word with you?"

Turning around, Anthony came face-to-face with...

"Elliot Mably!" he exclaimed.

"...I...I'm sorry about...Jin," said Elliot.

"Why are you so concerned?" asked Anthony. "It's...It's none of your concern..."

"From YOUR point-of-view, you're right. Anyways...do you plan on continuing the experiment?"

"You think we have a goddamn choice? We made the choice...to give up our freedom to make choice the moment we agreed to become E-Pandora after all, right? We'll find a way to make this succeed...even if it KILLS us. An even if it DOES fail, it's obvious Chevalier will do what any other corrupt company would do: attempt to cover-up their actions, sweep it under the rug, and pretend it NEVER happened. But of course, if you keep sweeping everything under the rug, you're bound to cause a big lump that everyone will eventually notice and expose. I doubt they'll anymore failures. In any case...we should only have to endure this a few more times before it's finally over. At the very least, those who are left...won't become anymore sacrifices..."

"Don't tell me: are you...are you volunteering for those fucking experiments?"

"You're family's pretty famous, right?" Tears began to well up in Anthony's eyes as he gave a sad smile. "You should be pretty lucky. But...do you have any brothers? Or sisters? Or ANYONE who idolizes you? Miss Mably, I have a small request: if this next experiments fail, can you...can you tell my little sister...that you were my comrade in this battle? I'm sure she'd be pretty excited to know that her big brother fought with her idol. I—eh heh heh heh heh—I'm sorry. I know I'm sounding like we're friends, but—"

"—but we're NOT! I'm NO friend of yours...but YOU are somebody that I respect from the bottom of my heart. I think being able to fight with you...is something to be proud of."

"*SNIFF* T-Thanks!" Anthony croaked as he slowly began to burst into more tears.


Later, Elliot was in the shower room taking a shower; he rested his forehead against the wall...


"Mark..." began the Nova-infected Jin, "...Mark IV...was—"


"You're family's pretty famous, right?" Tears began to well up in Anthony's eyes as he gave a sad smile. "You should be pretty lucky. But...do you have any brothers? Or sisters? Or ANYONE who idolizes you? Mably-dono, I have a small request: if this next experiments fail, can you...can you tell my little sister...that you were my comrade in this battle? I'm sure she'd be pretty excited to know that her big brother fought with her idol. I—eh heh heh heh heh—I'm sorry. I know I'm sounding like we're friends, but—"


"Ughhhhhhhhhh...FUCK!"

*BAM*

Elliot punched the wall in frustration.

"Lemme guess: there was a Nova fly on the wall?"

Turning his head, Elliot noticed Clifford. walking up to stand next to him and join him in taking a shower.

"Oh, I know: you were training while in the shower, weren't you?" asked Clifford. "You don't look like the one to slack off even when people aren't around and—"

"Don't you find it strange?" interrupted the Executor of Ingenious Schemes all of a sudden. "That uproar with the MARK IV incident...I thought it was fishy from the start, but now it's also caused more casualties...I'm worried whether it's an experiment that can actually succeed...or whether there's something going on that we don't know about."

"Heh, you're just overthinking things. Don't you realize you'll get wrinkles for doing that!"

"Ugh, can't you take things SERIOUSLY?! They're not making any changes despite suffering a casualty after the said casualty transformed into a Nova! Doesn't that seem the least bit strange?! Like with MARK III! Honesty, it seems TOO suspicious to me!

"Sheesh! No need to be loud!"

"Come on, Clifford! It makes me wonder if this experiment...is really just being art of some fucking political game..."

"Well, either way...there's isn't anything we can do about it right now."

"Yes there is! If you, the strongest Pandora of West Genetics—no, the entire fucking world—were to help the other Pandora...maybe we could find a way to resolve this...! I understand continuing an experiment despite the risks, but throwing the E-Pandora's lives away...that's the same as MURDER!"

"...You...You think I'm the strongest Pandora in the world? Aw, come on, I'm not THAT strong..."

"...CAN'T...YOU...TAKE...THIS...SERIOUSLY...?" Elliot was starting to get too annoyed that a cruciform popping vein appeared on the—

"But despite what you say...we're NOT just working for the Chevalier, we're working for the government. And if you don't believe that, everything the chevalier have been doing is for the good of mankind...that's the same as a Pandora losing the meaning for existence. So quit yourself, you don't need them as a Pandora. Don't forget: we're not just Pandora either, we're superheroes trying to save the world from hostile aliens." And so, the Unparalleled Monster wrapped a bath towel around his body after turning off the water and left.


Sometime later, Elliot finished HIS shower and left the shower room; just then, he noticed a boy with his back against the wall; half of the boy's head was shaved off, while the other was spiked-up blonde hair. On his right arm was a tattoo of a bleeding spinal cord. Also, he had a ring in his left ear. And his clothes were different from the uniforms that the Pandora wore: he wore a yellow jacket with a black skull on the back and with the right sleeve torn off. Underneath his jacket was a sleeveless black shirt with a green radioactive symbol on the front. Also, he wore fingerless gloves, torn-up blue jeans with a chain attached to it on his left, and black unlaced sneakers. Also, he had a spiked wrist cuff around his left arm. In his mouth was a lit cigarette that he briefly took out of his mouth to blow out some smoke before putting it back in. Last but not least, there was an ear bud in his left ear that was hooked up to his iPod that played a Social Psycho song.

"What are YOU doing here?" asked Elliot.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Satellite pulled his cigarette box and held it up to Elliot; inside the box was a single cigarette, the last one in box.

"I don't smoke," rejected Elliot.

"Do you mind telling me why you intend to rally your family?" the Pandora punk asked as he put his cigarette back in his pocket.

"...I don't know if you were eavesdropping...or HOW you were doing it, but it's none of your business."

"Thought you might need some help. I know you hardly depend on others, but if you're willing to throw away your pride for what I think, maybe I can help..."

"...Like I said, this has NOTHING to with you, so piss off."

*KERCHINK*

Spitting out his cigarette and crushing it with his foot, Satellite materialized his Nova Blood sword, holding it up to Elliot's neck.

*KERCHINK*

*PEW* *PEW* *PEW* *PEW*

Materializing his Satellite Stigmata System, Elliot shot photon bullets into Satellite's wrists and ankles.

*CLANG*

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

*THUD*

Dropping his Volt Weapon, Satellite fell to the ground, holding his right wrist in pain. "AHHHHHHH! THE FUCK'S WROUNG WITH YOU?! I JUST WANNA FUCKING HELP, YOU BLOODY COCKSUCKER!"

"I have NO need in explaining things to an underclassmen like yourself," Elliot coldly said as he turned around and began to walk away. "Good night, Satellite."

End


Cast:

Joe Ala: ? (Japanese); ? (English)


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