Amnesia Girl Chapter 3

"Hello Maylam. Are you going out too?" Amarante asked heading to her BuCUE. The male looked her up and down focusing on the feature he liked the most…her nice round ass. She wasn't flat with a crack, it jiggled with every step. Maylam looked her up and down again, her tiny waist exaggerated its size. He smiled fiendishly, he was going to have her. The innocent girls were always the craziest in bed. Amarante cocked her head, "Maylam?" He flinched, his actions were obvious to everyone but her.

"Yeah…You look wonderful tonight," Maylam said with a hint of blush on his face. He couldn't stop thinking about everything he wanted to do with her. Amarante let her mind wander, she was happy to prove her use to her commander. All she wanted to do was prove that she was worth something. Her mechanic approached her noting her unit's sluggishness on the right side.

"What was that?" Amarante asked. She was paying her mechanic too much attention fot Maylam's tastes. Maylam bit his tongue, Amarante was too innocent sometimes. He tried to touch her cheek only for her to move away at the last minute, she was going to her BuCUE. He quickly realized an opportunity. He ran to her wrapping an arm around her waist. She looked up at him questionably but shrugged it off. Her back straightened awkwardly, she didn't feel comfortable with this.

"Nothing…Don't worry about it," he sighed before assisting her to her mobile suit. His blush reddened feeling hot under the collar as she stared back at him innocently. He gawked at her butt, noting its subtleties, he was surely going to have her.

"Thanks! You're a true friend. Are you sure it isn't anything?" Amarante called out from the top. She was on her hands and knees looking back down at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Maylam called up to her. She nodded softly before watching Kirkwood walk to his machine. She smiled, Kirkwood was Maylam's best friend he would probably know!

"Okay…Hey Kirkwood! Is Maylam okay?" Amarante called out curiously. She's so innocent…Why doesn't she notice my affection? Maylam thought with a sigh. He walked away trying to think of a way of hinting to her that he liked her besides telling her outright. He sighed again, Amarante was smart but not love smart.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Kirkwood answered before proceeding to his machine. Kirkwood noticed DaCosta in front of their Commander's personal machine. It looks like the commander is going to sortie…This is a rare occurrence. I wonder what Commander Waltfeld sees in Amarante? Kirkwood thought. Back in Amarante's machine she excitedly made preparations for the scouting, she was not going to disappoint her commander!

"Amarante…Take point," Commander Waltfeld ordered over the com system. He had already swapped places with DaCosta before joining Kirkwood and Maylam. Amarante felt a tingling feeling, she wasn't ready for this but she did not want to disappoint. Nervously she took the lead position, she'd have to make decisions for the team, she didn't feel like she was good enough for that.

"Roger," Amarante answered not expecting anything. She kept a visual search pattern before getting an alarm that someone had locked on to her. Surprised at the lock she looked at the radar to see that it was coming from the customized unit…Commander Waltfeld's machine.

"Well, well, it looks like you've caught on," Waltfeld said in a deadly tone. He smiled, Amarante was hesitating over the com system. She was trying to figure out everything.

"Sir? Did I do something wrong?" Amarante asked nervously. Did she find out about something she shouldn't have? Were they going to stage her death, and then get a better more confident recruit on their team?

"You're so cute when you're innocent. Fight me…Kirkwood, Maylam attack pattern Delta," he ordered slightly amused but then again serious and deadly. The two boys barked a "Sir" in response.

"I've only learned up to Beta…I have to stay calm," Amarante muttered as the high-speed machines began to swarm her. Commander Waltfeld's machine has custom sabers and claws meant for cutting and slicing…if anything I should deal with him first or last…either way I shouldn't get close to him. Maylam is an arrogant fighter…If I avoid him for a long time he'll get frustrated and careless. Kirkwood…He's a straight arrow, it'll be hard to shake him, Amarante thought trying to come up with her own trap. She thought over every possibility but everything was going so fast.

"Well it looks like the Commander is going through with his plan," DaCosta sighed looking at the battle zone from a distant jeep. The soldier next to him looked up in surprise before nodding softly. He really sees something in her…but this is not a commander's job, he should be behind the lines teaching her…not scaring her to death, the young man thought. The young boys hit her machine stunning the girl in her place.

"Sir…If one of the machines gets damaged," Amarante began before being broadsided by Kirkwood.

"You're worried about little dings and scratches?" Waltfeld called back amused. I gotta move…but where…Amarante thought knowing that she was a sitting duck. It was hard to escape but Amarante got an idea…create a dust cloud. Noticing that Kirkwood and Maylam were coming at her from two sides she aimed at the ground near her firing off several missiles.

"Being a coward eh Amarante? Hiding in the dust!" Maylam called out. Well that's an interesting move…let's see how she executes it…Waltfeld thought holding back on his attack. Using the keyboard, she adjusted her thrust output so they could push her up instead of forward or back.

"One one thousand…two one thousand…three one thousand," She counted out to herself as they came closer. Right before impact of the three machines Amarante thrust her machine into the air. The boys collided into each other, it shocked and angered the boys, the recruit found an ingenious way to outsmart them.

"Maylam what the hell? We're going after her not me!" Kirkwood hollered.

"She's right here? Where did she go?" Maylam hollered back as she began her descent back down to Earth. She let out a battle cry as she crushed the wing of Maylam's machine before kicking Kirkwood.

"Wow…she's good," Maylam whispered say before noticing the camera had also been destroyed. Waltfeld watched amused and delighted, Amarante was better than he thought she'd be, he thought she'd buckle under the pressure but she exceled.

"Maylam, Kirkwood…status report," Waltfeld asked.

"I'm out…When I hit Kirkwood the camera was destroyed," Maylam answered.

"I'm still in," Kirkwood responded regaining control of the BuCUE. Damn…She's a better pilot then I thought! I guess girl pilots can sometimes be better than boys, Kirkwood thought. He backed off trying to think of his own plan.

"Well wasn't that effective," the Desert Tiger chuckled with surprise. "Well it's been a while since we've had a red uniform here at Banadiya."

"Come on Kirkwood! Show me what you've got," Amarante screamed reversing the thruster effects that she had created. Becoming frustrated Kirkwood charged the girl. She fired five missiles behind him thrusting the man and machine into the air. With an upward thrust she knocked the BuCue higher into the air before allowing it to slam into the sand. He tried moving the machine but it didn't respond. Unfortunate for him the systems stalled. With anger and fury in his heart by being beaten by a girl the boy broke out in a cry of frustration.

"Kirkwood here…I'm out," the soldier muttered. He hit the control panel knowing that he had been out done by a woman, one that also wore the red uniform. He let out an angered yell, this wouldn't happen next time. Waltfeld smile, approaching Amarante in his machine.

"Okay little lady now it's our turn," the Tiger told her in a deadly tone.

"I still want to know what I did wrong," She responded with playful innocence. She was feeling confident, she defeated two of her team's most competent members. I wonder how he would react if I charged him head on…Keep steady girl. I can't flinch…If I flinch I'll be defeated, she thought as they charged at each other.

"Come on girl show me what you've got!" the Tiger hollered. Closing her eyes she felt the two machines collide head to head. They continued to push against each other before the Desert Tiger clawed at the camera of her machine. Amarante dodged the attack causing the claw to dig into the shoulder. Surprisingly she felt a surprising rush and thrill from the fight. Amarante smiled, she wished battles would always be like this.

"This fight is interesting," she muttered to herself backing away from her commander's machine. She tried to shoot off the missile pod as a distraction and then tried to broad side the unit. Of course, since she was a new pilot the attack failed but she was close. The Tiger fractured the front leg of her BuCUE before she fell to the ground.

"What a thrill, I haven't had this much fun in a while," he chuckled evilly. He noticed that Amarante didn't get off the ground or respond. Amarante's ingenuity made her unpredictable unlike the enemies they fought against. He smiled, he was glad Amarante was on their side. "Hey Amarante…are you there?" he called out. There was no response causing him to get a little worried.

"Sir is everything alright?" DaCosta asked as he drove the jeep closer to the "battlefield."

"Check on Amarante. She may have been knocked out," Commander Waltfeld answered.

"Yes sir," DaCosta answered going to Amarante's unit. He got out before proceeding to the hatch. He knocked softly noticing that the eye went from looking forward to looking to him. It then shut off quickly. DaCosta opened the hatch noticing that her breathing was heavy and she was shaking again. She stared into space with wide terrified eyes. Not again…poor thing, DaCosta thought. He quickly ran back to the jeep picking up the radio.

"I think she went into shock again," DaCosta answered before going back to Amarante. He helped remove her from the unit before setting her down in the jeep. He ordered the soldier in the jeep to take her unit back before driving away.

"Sir…you can't keep doing this to her. She needs to rest for at least the next couple of days. If she recovers in the next couple of hours and if you send her back into battle it'll be a regular occurrence for her to go into shock," the doctor informed with a scolding tone. Waltfeld looked at the young girl sheepishly, perhaps he was a little too aggressive.

"Yeah. I don't expect us to be doing anything in the next couple of days," Waltfeld answered watching Aisha place a wet towel on the girl's forehead. Maylam burst through the doors. Waltfeld was surprised to see this young pilot. The doctor looked at the boy annoyed, Maylam was always coming in to shirk his duties. From food poisoning to "sprained" ankles, Maylam always had some ailment.

"Maylam, what are you doing here?" Waltfeld asked. Maylam seemed terrified as the boy frantically looked around.

"I…ah…Is she alright?" Maylam muttered his face turning red. He looked left and right to hide his blush from his commander.

"Yeah she'll be fine. You need your rest," Waltfeld soothed placing a hand on his shoulder. Smirking Waltfeld resisted the urge to tease the kid. The commander found it cute and alarming that Maylam had a crush on his newest recruit.

"Yes…yeah…Alright, I need rest," Maylam answered but continued to hold his ground. Waltfeld eyes narrowed, perhaps it was more alarming than cute. Maylam wasn't the easiest one to control, and for little Amarante, Waltfeld assumed it would be difficult for her to stand her ground.

"You'll get your rest in your quarters. Now get going," Waltfeld answered forcing the child to leave. Waltfeld sighed looking back to Aisha and the new girl. Girls certainly are trouble, Waltfeld thought. Perhaps it would have been better to have requested a green uniform soldier, the soldier would have been male and the commander wouldn't have had to worry about the unsaddled hormones of young men. Yet, Aisha was happy with the situation, and whatever made her happy made Andy happy. Waltfeld paced the infirmary, Amarante sure was a pain in the ass.

"Andy, she's waking up," Aisha whispered as the red-haired girl opened her eyes. She groaned softly as Aisha went through her hair. Waltfeld stopped pacing, slowly making his way over to the little lady.

"You know you're a little tiger cub," Waltfeld chuckled. Aisha looked at her lover disapprovingly. He was beaming with pride, he finally had what he wanted in a soldier. An atypical solider, but he had what he wanted.

"Oh Andy, let her create her own ace name," Aisha scolded.

"Really? Am I getting better?" Amarante asked eagerly sitting up. Aisha pushed her back down. You're an eager little cub, Waltfeld thought with a smile. He tenderly placed his hand on top of her head.

"Yes, you are. I'm going to personally teach you," Waltfeld soothed. Amarante smiled happily, a small twinkle in her eyes. She had finally proved herself to her new Commander.

"Really?" Amarante asked trying to sit up again before getting the same results.

"You need your rest. Go to sleep," Waltfeld answered before leaving. Aisha giggled, she knew her Andy, he didn't want to show his tenderness to the girl.

"Andy's quite fond of you. I know he acts stern but he's quite the Teddy Bear. But on to more important things, it looks like you have an admirer," Aisha teased continuing to rub a wet cloth on her warm forehead. "You need to relax my dear, or you're never going to leave the hospital."

"Who?" Amarante asked curiously.

"Maylam! Haven't you noticed? He really likes you," Aisha chuckled. Amarante paused, perhaps his behavior was a little peculiar but…did he really…? Amarante suddenly felt extremely tired. Her head began to droop

"May-lam," Amarante muttered before falling asleep. Aisha smiled, Amarante was truly naïve.

"Sweet dreams," Aisha whispered before leaving her.

"You're kidding, right?" DaCosta asked his eccentric commander. DaCosta's hands felt clammy, was Commander Waltfeld trying to send them to their graves? Waltfeld just stared back calmly.

"No, I'm not. Tomorrow you're taking Amarante into the city. Think of it as, scouting. You need to relax as well," Waltfeld answered. "Get her used to being here. I DON'T want the rest of our 'boys' taking her out for a day in the city. She'd be taken advantage of quickly. You're the perfect one for this job."

"Sir do you think this is alright? Many of the cities around here are swarming with guerillas," DaCosta answered. "I'm sure they know what I look like. Aren't you afraid of us being attacked?!"

"You're only going for relaxation. Out of uniform of course," Waltfeld answered.

"Yes sir," DaCosta sighed. There was no debating with that guy. It was irritating at times, some of his calls were risky or down right outrageous! But what can you do when the Desert Tiger…Is your commanding officer?