Noire put her pen down on her desk. It has been around a week since the attack on the factory. The investigation of the area turned up nothing to identify who the attacker was. Things were made worse by the note that arrived at the basilicom.
The note that targeted Noire.
As far as she was concerned, the note itself was probably bullshit. However, the military leaders and basilicom staff took the threat seriously, as they should. They asked her to at least have an armed escort of some sort.
Noire still did not know why she choose him.
Probably because she saw some some skill in him. Or was she pitying those in the foreign legion that had become living test-subjects for the military, without Noire's permission, of course.
Noire leaned against her right arm, her eyes peering vaguely out of the window. Some soldiers were milling around near the basilicom, some chatting and some simply being bored. Noire smiled and opened the door leading outside.
When Belri heard Noire walk out of the basilicom, everyone clicked their heels together. It seemed like some sort of business meeting, considering how a number of them wore dress-shirts and khakis. Noire could not help but giggle at the situation.
"At ease, guys," she said. "You're not supposed to be in the military anymore."
"On the outside, at least," replied one of the soldiers. He looked to be around 16 years old in age. He had black hair, dark blue eyes, and glasses. The boy wore a plain blue t-shirt and jeans. The girl next him (more like hiding behind him) had braided orange hair, light iris-colored eyes, and wore a black blouse, a skirt, and leather boots. On the girl's shoulder there was a small patch that read "105th Wardog" and another patch on her breast pocket that read "8492nd."
"And you are?" Noire asked the soldier.
"Lastation Border Patrol, 442nd Infantry Platoon, Bansen. Pleased to meet you, ma'am," the soldier, who had introduced himself as Bansen, replied. Noire smiled at him, before turning her attention to the girl behind Bansen. The girl jumped a little and tried to use Bansen as a barrier between her and Noire.
"Huh?" Noire said. "What? Did I do something wrong?" Bansen shrugged.
"Probably because it's you, ma'am," he replied. "Damn it Namia, don't grip too tight. It hurts."
The girl, Namia, immediately loosened her grip on Bansen's shoulder, but still did not let go.
"What do you mean by 'because it's me'!?" Noire exclaimed. "I swear you sound like Neptune…"
Belri chuckled as quietly as he can.
"I heard that!" Noire said.
Well shit...
The number of guards assigned to protecting Noire was ten. Seven were to patrol the basilicom in general. Three were in charge of directly protecting Lady Black Heart and her sister. Of course, the three had to be Belri, Bansen, and Namia. Bansen and Namia "guarded" Uni. The three became instant friends, almost inseparable. Lady Lonely Heart (Noire) on the other hand…
"So, should I just stand around and mind my own business until something tries to kill you or something?" Belri asked Noire. Noire nodded.
"Yeah, pretty much." Belri shrugged.
"Suit yourself." He walked out onto the balcony outside Noire's room. Noire's curiosity made not looking at whatever Belri was doing rather difficult, and her eyes never stayed on her computer screen for more than ten seconds. When she looked up from her work, again, she saw something interesting.
Belri just spawned a plane.
Of course, this was a scaled down model plane. But it had appeared out of nowhere. Belri sat down near the wall surrounding the balcony and started pouring a clear liquid into the model plane. He closed the hole and threw the plane over the wall.
The plane, a blue flame blowing itself from the plane's exhaust, soared majestically into the air. It began doing maneuvers, flying freely across the blue, open sky. Belrie shifted his fingers around, like he was controlling the plane with those motions. Suddenly, a stream of tracers flew at the plane. The plane jerked hard to the left and avoided all shots. Another model plane flew straight past Belri's.
"Are you kidding me Bansen!?" Belri exclaimed. "I'm sure I said that no F-15s are allowed."
"I just completed this model. I'm just testing the thing out," Bansen replied with a mischievous grin. "Here we go!"
Two AIM-9 Sidewinders screamed towards Belri's model plane. Belri pulled up as hard as he could and flew across the sun. The Sidewinders overshot their target.
"Some pilots had to fight F-4 Phantoms with these things," Belri said. "AIM-9 missiles are nothing!"
Belri's MiG-17 looped around and fired a volley of 23mm and 37mm high explosive. A number of shots hit home, sending the F-15 down in a ball of flame.
"Ugh!" Bansen exclaimed. "Goddamn Russian bias!" Belri smiled in triumph and his MiG did a victory flyby over the basilicom. Suddenly a number of 30mm shells flew by Belri's MiG. A shot landed on its wing but did no significant damage.
A Su-30 screeched past the MiG and began looping back around. The MiG turned in on the Sukhoi and fired two K-13 missiles. The Su-30 fired off a couple flares, forcing the missiles off target. Both planes fired their guns into each other.
The MiG-17 went down in flames.
Namia was jumping up and down in triumph.
"Russian bias couldn't save you that time!" she said.
"I apologize, ma'am," Belri said to Noire. "I kind of got a little… 'off track…'"
"It's fine," Noire replied. "Besides, it was really fun to watch."
Uni was hanging out with Bansen and Namia again. The two were alone in the room. However, nothing of particular importance happened.
It was all perfect. Until…
"Sis, I'm back!" Uni called as she opened the door. She was followed by Bansen and Namia, as well as two more people. They had purple hair and D-pads on their heads.
Say hi to the Nep-twins!
Author's Notes: Hi guys! It's Karl the Arty! Meet two more OC's of my creation: Bansen (Bandai) and Namia (Namco). Also, here's the proof that Russian bias can only be defeated by Russian bias.
Still waiting for VII to get released on Steam.
Please review and such. It motivates me to write more.