New chapter ahoy!

I'm ready to deploy it.
I want to thank my beta Poliamida for his help.

And, by the way, Fenrisulven13 remember the Batchall I declare you. "Then may Combat be thy Judge and Victory thy Jury. Begin!"

Louise looked up until she almost fell backward on her butt.

"You can't be thinking about doing that! Are you nuts?" She shouted at the Pack Hunter head.

"Why not?" It came from the Mech's external loudspeakers. "It will take half the time to get to the city, even less. Besides, it will be good training for you."

"Training? Are you calling t-that training?"

"Aff." He deadpanned. "Please, put on the filtration mask as I told you, and take hold of the ropes that I tied around the Mech's hand. We will be in the city in a short time."

"B- but-"

"Master, if you cannot overcome fear, how do you intend to overcome your companions' mockery?"

"B- but- you didn't tell me about going to the city riding in the hand of your gol- mek!"

"Aff, I purposely neglected tell you it. You have to face surprise, adapt, change tactics during combat. Not all your foes are going to fight honorably. You have to learn how to overcome the unknown or the unworthy."

"T- that's easy for you to say."

"Master, think about my situation, this world for me a total unknown. Do you think it is easier for me, quineg?"

"Right, right, right! I will do it!" She said putting on the filtration mask that Kyle had been using until a few days ago to breathe in the poor atmosphere of the Dust Bowl. At that moment, the girl turned her head and noticed a figure dressed in tunic approaching. "Professor Colbert!"

"Good morning Miss Valliére," he turned to the machine "familiar Kyle."

""Instructor Colbert, I deeply regret not having spoken with you sooner." Kyle said through the Mech's speakers. "I would like to apologize for what happened the day my master summoned me." Colbert put his hand to his face instinctively.

"Apologies accepted. I'm pretty sure that was only a misunderstanding. Besides, you don't have to be so formal with me. I always considered myself nothing more than a scholar."

"Neg, I was instructed in the respect to our instructors. It is impossible for me to address someone who holds his position differently, especially if I am in a training facility like this one." Colbert's head tilted confused.

"Are you leaving?"

"Aff! Master Louise wants to visit the city. So I want to take that opportunity to show her what my Pack Hunter is capable of."

"The city? Wait! You can't do that!" An awkward silence followed the teacher outburst.

"Explain." Kyle asked slowly, evaluating the teacher's behavior.

"The- the city will panic! You can't get in with that construct. The Ch- the guards and the city marshals would try to question miss Valliére." Louise bounced over the hand scared, but Kyle spoke.

"I am not planning to enter the city proper. Entering in a civilian area with a battlemech outside combat is foolish." Colbert breathed relieved. "But this machine is the fastest way to reach our destination."

"It's dangerous! If the Chu- if the guards-"

"Do not be afraid instructor Colbert, we will take measures to avoid any confrontation. I studied a map of the surroundings this morning. I have some ideas to defuse any possible problem."

"But-" He shook his bald head. "The Academy will decline any responsibility."

"I understand." Colbert bit his lips.

"Please, no one must see this- creation."

"As I said before I will avoid any problem instructor." Defeated, Colbert stepped back.

"Fine. But please, again, be careful. Later I want to study this- Pack Hunter? Is that its name?."

"Aff, that's the name of this battlemech model. There are hundreds of different models. It is a 30-ton Mech armed with an extended range particle gun, with four tons of durasteel armor, endosteel chassis and a standard Light Force 210 fusion engine. Other remarkable equipment are its Jump Jets that allow it to jump over obstacles, and ten Clan-grade double heat sink to evacuate the waste heat." The teacher looked the machine in awe.

"Oh! I wish I could study it and learn more about it. Would you mind talking to me later and showing me how it works?"

"I would not mind, instructor Colbert. Besides I need your help."

" As?"

"All the battlemech engines consume hydrogen as fuel to maintain the fusion reaction inside their chambers. Hydrogen is one of the elements that compose water. Although my machine reserves are around 70% I would prefer to have a way to recharge it if necessary. I can use water, even moisture from the atmosphere, but using pure hydrogen is more advisable. The real problem is that the Jump Jets charge is low. Do you have mercury reserves in the academy? Or can it be- transmuted?" The man was thoughtful during a moment before answering in a cheerful and curious tone.

"Mercury? As quicksilver? Yes, I have a laboratory and maybe I could give you some... depending on your needs. As for what you call hydrogen, maybe we can study it too. I would love to know more about what you're talking about! But let me ask you a question first."

"Ask, instructor Colbert."

"What's a Jump Jet?"

"Oh! I am sorry, I failed to remember that this world is so backward. Let me show you." Kyle rotated a little the mech's head. "Master, are you finished?"

"Yes!" Said the girl seated and secured on the hand with a pair of ropes as reins. "But I don't know how you plan to cross the w-"

"Hold on strong, master." He said raising the hand and backing away to get some space. "Instructor Colbert, these are Jump Jets."

"W- wait- no!" Colbert tried to shout over the machine's thunderous footsteps.

Kyle took several agile steps with the Mech before pressing the Jump Jets pedals fully. Two ion plumes flashed from the back of the machine, making it jump up and over the wall. In a second the courtyard was filled with smoke and rumbling, which covered the screams of the girl. The machine surpassed the wall and quickly fell to the ground landing with all the softness that a machine of its weight could. Kyle noticed that the jump was much less abrupt than he was accustomed, and the movement was more fluid too, confirming the impressions he would have had the day before while he was parking the machine.

While that was happening, Kirche pondered what had happened to her the night before. Louise's familiar had been far more interesting than she thought. She could feel for a moment his strength, his passion, and for someone like Kirche Augusta von Zerbst, it was something that made her insides burn. She had to make the boy hers. Make Zer- no Louise's familiar forget about his master. She remembered the boy's zeal to defend her. Something normal in a way between a master and a familiar, but clearly here the difference was that this familiar was an intelligent being… and attractive… and strong- The girl felt the heat in her chest as she continued that thought. After all, the other boys she was going to see that night were in the infirmary because of Kyle. Another point in his favor, a simple commoner who was able to beat nobles with his bare hands, that's alluring.

She ran her hand down her cleavage, remembering the rough but strong touch of Kyle's hands, and sighed. She had to think how to make him forget about Louise for enough time to earn his undivided attention. It was a difficult task since she wasn't struggling with a man in love with another woman, as she had done before, but with a man bound by some sort of code of honor to Louise. And that sometimes could be much more difficult to break with the regular tactics.

After pondering for a long time, she chose a new approach. He'd be her new lover soon. After getting ready, Kirche grabbed the doorknob ready to go after him without hesitation. But before that, she heard a howling clatter outside that made the windows tremble. Frightened she peeked outside to see what was happening and saw Kyle's golem in the middle of smoke and flames jumping over the wall with Louise in its hand. When that contraction landed, the girl could not help but marvel at having seen a golem, a creature normally attached to earth, fly. Then, as she started to run in the general direction of the capital, she left her room and ran to ask her friend Tabitha for a favor, determined to not lose against Louise.

Tabitha refused to help her at the start, for her the Day of Void meant a moment of peace to be able to continue reading her loved books. But after hearing the story about Kyle's flying golem she decided to help the Germanian and investigate more about that strange animated statue. With Kirche following her, they reached the area of the academy where the familiars rested during nights. She Approached their familiar Sylphid, a big blue dragon. She made Kirche mount on it after her and then she told the dragon. "Two people, one inside a metal golem. Don't eat them."

The dragon took off making Kirche squee in awe. After a while, it managed to find them, although that was difficult since they didn't expect them to be that fast.

"It's fast." Said the blunette pointing at the machine.

"My darling is incredible! It must be two times faster than a horse! You think they are going to the city?" Her partner only nodded. "That witch! Sure she wants to wheedle him with something. I can't allow that! Faster! Tabitha! Faster!" Her friend admonished her with a staff's wallop in the head. "Ouch!"

Professor Colbert watched the machine leave as he sorted out his thoughts. He had been distracted by the boy's explanations and had forgotten his orders. That was inadmissible. He returned to Mr. Osmond's office pensive.

"Profesor Colbert! Where did miss Vallière familiar go with his golem?" Ask the old man when Colbert entered the office.

"I t- think they went to the capital."

"WHAT?" The old man bolted. "Did you lose your mind? Do you know what would happen if someone discovers the G- miss Vallière familiar's golem?"

"My apologies. I should have been less permissive, but Kyle seems to have already anticipated any problem in advance." Osmond stroked his beard as he heard his colleague's apologies. "Besides, I couldn't foresee that the golem was able to go beyond the walls

"Let's hope that the boy doesn't attract too much attention." He sighed tiredly. "That was unexpected. A golem capable of flying."

"More than flying I would say that it can jump. Miss Vallière familiar told me that it uses mercury to achieve it." The old man looked surprised at the teacher and formed an 'O' with his mouth before answering.

"Does it fly using mercury? What kind of magic could that be? Mercury is an element linked to earth magic."

Colbert shrugged. "I don't think it's magic, at least as we understand it. However, I would like to ask you a favor related to that."

"Ask, Professor Colbert." He said filling his pipe. Good thing that his secretary was out of the office in that moment, because it was becoming increasingly difficult to find where she was hiding his old pipe or the smoke herbs.

"I need you to apply my name for a special permit to the Church, so that I can enter the inner room of Tarbes Temple." The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What do you need that permit for? As far I remember you have seen the Tarbes' Guardian several years ago."

""Have you ever seen it?"

"No. I had a chance just after the temple was erected, but my duties here were very time-consuming. Why this interest now?" Osmond put his smoking pipe in his mouth.

"I think the Church is wrong." The old teacher's pipe slipped from his lips to the floor.

Due to the request of the bald teacher, Kyle had ignored the main road to the capital, ready to follow the indications of the map and its master's ... when this last one stopped screaming.

"Dammit! Stop! Stoooooop! STOOOOOP! We're going to die!" Cried the girl.

"Neg, everything is under control, master. We are only running at ninety kilometers per hour, it is not even the maximum speed of this machine."

"C- can it- can it run faster?" She gaped.

"Aff, 119 kilometers per hour on flat ground and traverse up to 210 meters per jump. Now please let me know if we are on the right path."

"The road is there! Use it!"

"Neg, is not prepared for the weight of the machine, I prefer to go cross country. In addition, if there is a traveler on the road we can hurt or kill him. And your instructor was clear about not being seen." Louise nodded for a second realizing she was right. "Point me at the city."

She pointed east. "Over there, but there is a river."

"How wide?"

She pondered. "I think fifty meters on- are you going to jump again? I forbid you, damn dog!"

"Neg, master, if depth of the river is assumable I cross it walking. It is dangerous to cross a river with a battletech running. If it is not possible, we will have to jump again, since I do not think any bridge will hold our weight. Then, before arriving at the city, I need a grove or forest to park the mech and hid it."

"For what?"

"You were not thinking about entering the city with it, were you?" Louise shivered.

"By the Founder no!"

"In that case, please direct me to a place to park it."

After solving a few problems they managed to reach the outskirts of the city and leave the machine hidden in a nearby grove stuck to a few tall rocks.

Already in the city, Louise tried to recover from the experience that she had lived through. It had been like falling off a cliff without stopping for fifteen minutes. But she couldn't deny that it had been much faster than a horse. She wondered if the people in Kyle's world traveled like this. When she asked the boy he laughed and said neg. They had more suitable vehicles for it, some even faster and other capable of flight. She asked herself why they needed vehicles so fast. Then she remembered that Kyle had told her that they were traveling from star to star, and that they were separated from each other by billions of kilometers.

"Where are we going, master?" Louise put her index finger over her lips thinking.

"First we will go for the sword, some clothes for you, as your master I must give you some clothes, and then I want to buy some reagents that I need."

"Dye too?" The boy said suddenly.

"What? Dye?" She turned to the boy.

"Aff dye, for your hair." Louise stood still and began to shake, clenching her fists.

"W- why- you filthy dog- why you say that I need d- dye for my hair?" She said about to explode while a twitch in her right eye was as visible as the throbbing vein in her forehead. Kyle realized he'd screwed up somehow, so he tried to respond as respectfully and simply as possible.

"Because it is pink, humans do not have pink hair. Must be-"

"LISTEN TO ME, DAMN DOG!" She burst out in the middle of the street, causing a couple of bystanders to retreat in fear. "My hair color is natural! I have it like this since I was born and I'm proud of it! It's the same color as my sister Cattleya and my mother's!" Kyle recoiled.

"My apologies, master, but in my world there is no such hair color. I believed-"

"Silence!" She said in a voice that made Kyle proud. It has what I need, you just have to know how to get your inner rage out. She thought. "Let's finish with the errands and then I'll think how to punish you."

"Aff, master... b- but may I ask a question before it?"

"Only if you show me proper respect." She said, clenching a fist that would end in the boy's face.

"Aff master. The silent girl. The one who always follow Miss Kirche. Is her blue hair natural too?"

"Tabitha? As far as I know yes, it's natural."

"By the Father and the Founder!" He exclaimed before thinking in silence whether these people were human or not.

Humans didn't have pink or blue hair. The explanation was magic, something natural to those humanoids aliens. They weren't a lost colony. Could they be the dangerous outsiders he had heard about in legends? And if so, how could the Clan fight them if a girl who didn't control her power had teleported a battlemech with its pilot through hundreds or thousands of light years?

"Let's go. I don't want waste any more time." She pointed in a random direction. "This way."

"A- aff." He barely managed to say.

They continued walking around the city, Kyle realizing that he wasn't able to read the shop signs since they were written in letters totally unknown to him. It was not that they were written in another language, but that the letters were totally alien to him. Another proof of his later idea.

"Master, what is that posters hanging there?" He finally managed to say.

She read the posters. "They're "Wanted" posters, here it talks about an ex-noble who robs other nobles, and in this one about two bandits who attacked caravans near the city."

"I suppose there are bandits everywhere, no matter the world." He said thoughtfully.

"Are there thieves in your world too?"

"Sadly more than here, at least in the spheroid worlds, in the Clan worlds the bandits know that we are much harder with punishments and they are more careful to not be discovered."

"How hard?"

"If they are very lucky, forced labor on asteroids without atmosphere." He said nonchalantly. "But normally death, especially with the most dangerous and less honorable pirates. If a Clan ship captures a pirate ship we will space them of their own ships to die of asphyxiation and freezing in the void of space. Some instructors say that it is so cold that blood boils in your veins."

Louise didn't understand exactly what he was saying, but it sounded rather unpleasant. She continued reading about the bandit duo. One of them looked like a tall woman who used a very sharp dagger to hurt her victims if they didn't give them the money. The other could be a mage or perhaps a former member of the Tristanian grenadier corps because he attacked with explosions and fire. Damn it! She thought. The last thing I need is for Kirche to read this and ask me if I'm related to him. She motioned to Kyle and they entered a smelly alley nearby. The boy tensed instantly with his right-hand lending to reach for his weapon against any possible threat.

"Here. I think it's clo- There it is!" She said looking at the sign of a rather filthy store.

Kyle and Louise entered the shop and a pig-faced man with fallen cheeks received them from behind the counter.

"Oh, nobles!" He looked at Louise. "Are you a noble? I carry an honest business here, I'm not being watched by the authority or-"

"I want to buy a sword." Louise cut the man with a haughty gesture. Kyle frowned, he didn't like that merchant. "I want a sword that my familiar can use." She pointed to the boy. Kyle saw that Louise was managing the situation with ease and noted it mentally. Her body language and tone were more than desirable for him.

"Oh! Certainly. And what kind of blade do you have in mind?" He said putting his hands together in a forced gesture of submission to Louise. Kyle felt the physical need to punch him, but he restrained himself, at least for the moment.

"I'm a noble! So I want something that lives up to it." She said with a gesture to sufficiency. "I don't know about swords, but-" Kyle winced at that and intervened as fast as he could.

"Master." His master may have shown herself confident in front of a commoner, but she should never announce her weaknesses, either in or out the battlefield.

"What?" She sounded not amused by the interruption.

"I received military training, I am sure that I could assess the weapons quality."

"Right!" She turned to the merchant. "Show my familiar your swords."

"Good, good." Said the man taking from the counter a rapier with an intricate filigree in the bowl and the handle. "This sword is very popular among the nobles." Kyle picked it up.

"Among the nobles?"

"That's right, my young lady. Lately, the nobles have been arming their servants, and sometimes they remain the prettiest pieces for them too, some of them even convert them to wand-swords, they are very fashionable product these days."

"Arming their servants? Why would nobles do that?" Louise asked puzzled.

"Have you not heard the news? There is a dangerous bandit prowling around the region."

"A dangerous bandit?" Kyle asked as he continued to test the balance and grip of the sword.

"Yeah, well... there have always been bandits around. But this one, in particular, is rumored to be a mage thief that calls himself something like 'Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt,' and I heard he stole a lot of treasures from the nobles. Those nobles are getting really rattled, so they're arming their servants with swords."

"Oh! I remember now!" Louise brought her index finger to her lips. "I think I read something about him in a sign in the main square."

"Master." Kyle said, leaving the sword with a certain ceremony on the counter. "I want to check another sword, this one has certain weaknesses."

"It's an excellent sword!" Complained the offended merchant.

"I do not deny it. It is fast, well used can kill an enemy before he can handle a heavier weapon. But its blade is very thin and against a skillful enemy with an ax or a club, it could break. In addition, the main reason for the purchase of a sword is my master's defense and this is mainly an offensive weapon. Do you have a hand and a half sword?" The merchant grumbled but agreed. "I think it would be more suited to my training."

"Did you also train with swords?" Louise asked.

"Aff, the Clan give me a complete training in all military arts. Including the use of any weapons on the battlefield, from pistols, rifles, laser weapons, gyrojet guns, n- needle guns, blaser, knives, tactical defenses, swords, combat whips-"

"Ok! Ok! I understand." She interrupted him almost dizzy by the barrage of weapons named, a lot of them unknown to her.

"This is the size you asked for. It is the most select product of my store." The man said leaving a sword with an exquisite red sheath and a guard finely forged in gold metal. "This sword has been forged by the famous German alchemist Lord Spee. It can cut through iron as if it were butter." Kyle took it and pulled the sheet from the sling.

"It's beautiful. How much?" She asked.

"Two thousand écus, or three thousand new gold coins."

"What?! You can buy a holiday home with a garden with that!" Kyle put his sword on the counter, this time roughly.

"Do not bother, master. This sword is worthless."

"How dare you, boy? I am a honor-" Kyle turned to the merchant looking at him roughly and pointed to the sword as he began to speak in a strong and serious tone daring the old man to interrupt him.

"This sword has no balance, it weighs too much. It looks like it was plated with a golden metal to fool a customer with money. I do not think it is made of gold, but if it were, that metal is too soft to survive a blow against iron or steel, not to mention reinforced steel, durasteel or even plasteel. The blade is very wide and has no fuller for blood drain. So even if It could really cut the metal, with a couple of cuts to an enemy flesh the blade would lose the edge and could not continue cutting. The sheath is made of cloth and leather, the leather is not even embossed and the fabric looks fine and better suited for making clothes than for a weapon. This is a sword that would only carry a pretentious stravag, not a warrior." The merchant stepped back a little. He trusted to deceive an unsuspecting noblewoman with a pretty sword, expensive and useless, but he didn't expect that her servant, despite his youth, to have knowledge of weapons.

"HA HA HA HA HA HA!" There was a laugh behind them. "I think you've been caught hard this time, shopkeeper."

"What strav-? Who are you? Show yourself!" Kyle said turning around as he reached for his pistol holster.

"Oh! What a friendly mood!" The voice counter in a sarcastic tone. "But you seem to know about blades." Suddenly from a barrel full of old swords, one rose on top of the others alone. Kyle put his arm on Louise to stay behind her as he removed the clasp from the pistol holster. "I'm the legendary sword, Derffinger! Remember that!"

"The sword is talking?" Asked Louise.

"Kerensky's blood!"

"Hmm! I don't remember drinking the blood of anyone named like that, but I'm not sure, I'm pretty old."

"Could it be… that this is a sentient sword?" Louise was awed, she had heard stories about these rare artifacts, but had never seen one.

"That's right, lady. It's a sentient, magical, intelligent sword." The shopkeeper didn't look amused by the talking weapon. "But it's got a rotten tongue, always arguing with my customers. Hey, Derf! Keep up the insolence and I'll melt you!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I don't think you could heat a forge enough to melt me. Besides, you don't have a forge, you're just a salesman." Said the sword, something rusty and damaged but proud. Kyle ran his hand over his face in disbelief.

"It looks old" Louise spoke.

"I'm ancient, not old! You little brat!" The sword jumped a little in the barrel. "That I'm rusty does not mean I haven't seen lots of battles."

"It has temper." Kyle said recovering himself a little. "And the heart of a warrior." He took the sword. "Balanced, weight is correct, metal looks dense- very dense." He studied the edge. "I can see the multiple layers in which they forged it, almost looks like a sandwich armor." He slashed the air and grinned from ear to ear. "I like it, master, I will take this one."

"That one? But if it is rusty and-!"

"Master, do you remember what I said last night about noble weapons?"

"Yes." - Said the girl remembering it, then turned to the merchant. "How much?"

"Only one hundred, and I include a scabbard. It'll be a pleasure to get rid of that annoying sword."

"I feel the same old man!" Derffinger said. "Interesting... what's your name kid?"

"I am cadet Kyle of the bloodhouse Kerensky, former member of the Clan Wolf-in-Exile, now familiar and isorla of Master de la Vallière."

"Woooa! What a name! I'm surprised. So you are the 'user'"

"Sorry, I do not understand the 'user' term."

"Wow, you're not even aware of your ability. Nevermind, don't pay attention to that. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Kyle of the long name." The boy chuckled.

"Kyle would be enough." He nodded. "Likewise Derffinger." He said putting the sword in the scabbard and put it on his back, testing the weight of his new weapon. "I like you, you are not a Timber Wolf but I am sure I will make good use of you, Derffinger.

"I'm glad lad. If you don't mind you could start now, since I've been here I've been wanting to cut that damn old man in half."

When they left the alley, without even killing anyone yet, Kyle paused for a moment.

"Master?"

"What happen?"

"Maybe we should look for a blacksmith, not that stravag merchant from before. He can help us get Derffinger in good shape."

"No need!" Said the sword. "No blacksmith has the knowledge to make me a dent."

"Aff, it is possible, but I would still like the opinion of a specialist in that. Or having the tools to keep you in a better shape than what your previous owners have done. Unfortunately, my knife sharpening kit was in the barracks in Dust Bowl during my summoning."

"Why thank you. You're a sensible kid."

"In that case, I think we would ask in the market square while we continue shopping." Louise shrugged.

"Aff, it is a good idea, master."

In the square, they were given the address of a city blacksmith which was specialized in weapons. As they were told, it was owned by a foreign couple who make weapons of all kinds, including muskets for the palace's firearm squad.

"It's called Nostra & West Armory, but everyone calls it the Troll Armory." The man said.

"Why that name?" Asked Louise searching for the money.

"You'll find out." Said the merchant after selling her a pair of pants for Kyle.

After the shopping, they headed for the armory address. When they arrived, Kyle remained stuck in front of the door. Louise looked at him surprised by the hesitant boy.

"What's the matter now?"

"I can read the sign."

"Those scribbles over its name? I suppose it will be written in two languages, the seller said they were foreign, doesn't have as much miste-"

"It says 'Terra Armament Factory' Terra is the name of the capital world of the Star League, the human race homeworld."

"What? Why was it going to have two different names? That makes no sense." She said looking at the boy before massaging her temples. "Whatever, we could enter and ask if you care so much about that." She looked at the doors. "These doors are huge." She said as they crossed them.

They both entered, and as soon as Louise did it, she screamed out in terror from the depths of her being. In front of her, carrying a longsword with one hand, there was a giant man, easily twice as tall as the girl, and with arms thick as tree logs.

"T- TROLL!" She shouted backing up to hit his familiar. Kyle didn't look frightened, the girl looked at him and realized he was staring at the creature in front of him.

"I knew the Nostra and West surnames remember me something. They are Bloodnames." He said looking at the giant man in front of him, dressed in work clothes. "You are Nova Cat Elementals, quiaff?

The eight ft tall man, with large muscles marking his silhouette, turned with a half smile towards the boy as he left the longsword he was cleaning on the counter. His tanned face was large and square, matching his size. He had a white knob and short hair studded with black and white tufts. His blue eyes looked at the boys with some amusement as he saw the boy's jumpsuit.

"Well, look at what the cat brings us today! A Wolf whelp, one armed to the teeth." He laughed lightly. "Aff, little Wolf. I am the former Star-Captain Claus Nostra, also a former member of the Nova Cat Clan. I do not know you, but I think there is someone there who knows you… in a way." The man turned toward the door to a store. "Samantha!" He shouted in a voice that made Louise winced. "Your Void Wolf is here."

Louise flipped again as she saw the other person walk out through those unusually big doors. She was a woman, if ever there was an eight-and-a-half-ft woman with arms thicker than Nostra's, and huge, muscular legs that could be guessed through the slacks and the leather apron she wore. Stained with soot from top to bottom, including her white hair gathered in a thick braid that came to her waist, which did not help to reassure Louise, who was sure that with the cloth she used for clothing a tailor could dress three normal people.

"Could it be him?" She said upon entering. Her face flickered as she studied the boy. Nostra shrugged in amusement. "I dreamed of a Wolf, a young wolf with steel fangs mounted on a bird, in front of him are armies, behind him the void. It could be you?"

"K- Kyle, what she's talking about?" Asked the mage.

"The Nova Cats are a Clan like mine, but theirs believe they can see the future in their dreams and visions. Nova Cats often make military decisions based on prophecies seen by their Khans or other seers." He wasn't amused after discovering that the first clanners he found after his summoning were these 'mystical kitties'. Claus smiles toward the huge woman.

"It seems like a young Wolf to me, and is armed to the teeth right now. He lacks the bird, the enemy army, and the void, but I could see some resemblance in your original description. You said that he would come soon, a Day of Void, and there are no more Wolves in Tristania." Kyle grunted in disapproval.

"I am not the center of those stravag-rotting prophecies of yours! I'm Kyle of the Bloodhouse Kerensky, Clan Wolf-in-Exile!"

"Offspring of the Wolf." Said the woman with an absent and broken voice. "Could be him."

"What are you talking about?" The woman pulled away a little and seemed to regain some composure.

"I am- I was the Star-Colonel Samantha West of the Nova Cats Clan." She said with some martial touch. Kyle stiffened realizing who he was shouting. "One day, when I still was with the Clan, in our world, I had a dream-"

"Sam was a powerful oracle among the Nova Cats, even the Khans required her Vision sometimes." Clarified the other elemental, Samantha continued.

"-in that dream we were taken to an unknown land, to this land. There we would meet a young Wolf who would fight in a war that is to come. The dream showed me that he was the protector of a great power, a power along which a galaxy of OmniMechs was worthless." She breathed heavily. "It must be you! I know it! I saw it! I saw you!"

"Star-Coronel please, stop talking nonsense. In this world, I am just the familiar of my master, Louise. That is all I have to protect!" He said pointing to the girl. The female elemental turned as if she had just realized the existence of the girl.

"Are you from this world?"

"Y- yes-" Louise remembered everything Kyle had said to her about show confidence and reflect it in the voice. "Yes! I am Louise Françoise le Blanc de La Vallière! Daughter of the Duke of La Vallière! I summon Kyle to this world with my magic."

"That is new." Claus muttered. "Then, you are a mage, quiaff?" He asked, but Samatha raised her hand to him looking intently the girl.

"I- it is her! It is her!" Suddenly the woman's pupils opened as saucers. "The wheels are moving again... 6000 years later it will rise... 4 will unite to defeat... one is a monster and will not get to see it... another has a sealed destiny... the third is persecuted with his condition... the last will travel to the borders of sanity and suffering once before the end… I cannot see his destination. The Void Shroud blinds me, blinds the Vision. It does not want us here... were are interlopers... anomalies in itsplan, brought here by its mirror." Shesaid between tremors. Then she turned to Kyle. "Take care of the lion-bird, he will try to kill the heir of the three dragons, and will try to take her for him in the land in the heavens."

Duh! Duh! Duh!

Yeah, the canon Halkeginia is suffering a dimensional leak case. How bad? You'll found soon.

MasterXMaster: Karin is awesome, she alone deserve a Remembrance.

Accursed Editor: Thanks! Already corrected.

See you on the 31st century's battlefield, mechjocks ...