* 1978 *
She was the Thinker and half of the Thinker-Warrior pairing of the Shard Entities. The exchange with Shard Entity Abaddon was completed and as she was the Thinker - she was pretty confident in getting the better of the deal.
(Trade Completed. Assessing,) sent Abaddon. (Warning: System ahead has contamination from Spiritus Entities. Contaminant Aspects currently 87% nondeployed. Advise avoiding system.)
Thinker would have tittered at the blatant attempt to mislead her if she were capable of such a thing. She was the Thinker after all, she knew better. Instead she accelerated and caused the Warrior to begin pursuit.
(Statement - Shard Entity species currently at lowest number in history. Warning given.)
* 1980 *
She was still thinking about that, playing with her new shards (two common, one uncommon, and one Shiny), and smirking at how the Warrior was lagging behind her when there was a shimmer and the planet she was diving for was suddenly a whole lot closer. Especially that moon.
The last thing she heard before breaking apart on a .35c collision with a slightly higher mass was Abaddon's distant voice. (Told you!)
As for the planet, it didn't exactly fare well because 35% of the speed of light with a mass of a small moon did not do the landscape any favors. The moon that was the primary impact site itself didn't survive either, and both would rain down chunks on the planet below for quite some time.
* 1981 *
In a place called the "Ivory Coast" by some, on a distant alternate Earth, two women found something stirring in one of the huge craters. Having seen movies that started out that way, killing the Thing From Another World was done quickly and as efficiently as possible.
Then came the experiments and harvesting.
After all, what could go wrong?
* 1982 *
Chrysalis had happened, and he'd slipped into Sentinel mode. Still nothing. Warrior attempted a last ditch broadcast to attempt to get the signal from Thinker.
Something responded and the Warrior felt that Something respond, but it was not Thinker. Nor was it Abaddon.
No, there was something that was Else here.
Still, he was of the Shard Entities and something that was Other was hardly something to be concerned about. They were the Apex of creation and everything below them were simply tools to be used and their potentials food to be consumed.
Hopefully it wouldn't be the Spiritus, that would be tedious and annoying.
* 1993 *
"Okay, what do we do about this?" asked Hero, tossing a folder onto the table. "She's not a parahuman, not as we normally define ourselves."
"Fumi Hirano," said Alexandria, nodding after reading the name on the folder. "Real name: Aya Ogawa. Cape name: Niitaka. She's atypical of what we've come to expect in many respects."
"She died," said Hero. "It was witnessed by multiple cameras and her suit was rigged for telemetry. Her submersible was rammed by a shark hard enough that a seal ruptured. An actress who was filming for a nature documentary. Drowns and a half-hour later surfaces as Niitaka. I was able to get her cooperation and perform scans."
"So what?" asked Eidolon. "I've seen the pictures. She's just some kind of Tinker, right?"
"No. She's a 3,300 ton ship. Who can take the form of a woman. Who remembers being the actress and also remembers being a ship that fought in World War I. She remembers the names of her crew. She has a top speed of 23mph over the water and has a Brute 7 rating for toughness and strength. She can manifest deck guns that hit just as hard as the original ship's cannons. Six inch cannons." Hero handed one of the shells over. "Imagine six of those going off at a target."
"So she's crazy but has powers," dismissed Eidolon.
"No. She turns into a ship, or a girl, or something called a shipgirl where she manifests the powers of the ship but looks very similar to the actress she remembers being," said Hero.
"'Similar'?" asked Alexandria.
"Those photos weren't photoshopped," said Hero. "Her appearance was idealized during her death and rebirth."
"It has to be another Entity, not Scion at all," said Legend.
Hero held up a hand and touched his helmet with the other. "Say again. Are you sure? Yes. Very well."
"What now?" asked Alexandria.
"Five more shipgirls confirmed. One American, one German, a Canadian, and two British." Hero looked around the room. "Just as we were getting situated with parahumans, now we've got more complications."
* June 19, 1995 *
Queen Administrator had been ready to move from the primary choice host to his offspring, but there was something already there.
Intrigued by this unexpected development, Queen Administrator decided to continue observation as there just might be some new data to be obtained.
* February 2, 2001 *
"Mayday, mayday. Squad under heavy fire. Need Evac!"
"WHERE ARE THE CAPES?!"
Captain Emily Piggot spat. "They ran. Alright, let's-"
She knew Trooper Alice Twofeather. Knew her pretty damn well. She didn't hesitate on seeing a bony spear rip the Amerind in half to end the thing that had just killed Twofeather.
Except Twofeather didn't fall. Instead her two halves came back together and armor started appearing around her. The only time she'd seen something like that was an orientation video about a...
Shipgirl. An older woman who had become the Shipgirl of the USS Constellation and the transformation had been caught on a security camera. A woman who had been in her 80s who had suddenly looked like she was early 20s at worst.
"Alice?" Captain Piggot asked. There were still a lot of questions about Shipgirls. What they actually were, what caused normal people to become living avatars of old warships.
"I am Alice Twofeather and I. Am. Apache!"
"Well, I know you're Apache. Born and bred as you've said, but-" Captain Piggot stopped as she saw Alice take off and hover in the air before the sound of a 30mm machinegun began echoing through the streets.
"PRT Control. PRT Control. This is Trooper Twofeathers, codename: Apache! Am about to rain missiles down on these monsters!"
Captain Piggot motioned to the few remaining troops she had. Getting away from where Alice was aiming was now a priority.
Missiles began turning gardens and quaint little houses into burning swaths of vengeance.
* PRT ENE HQ. March 3 2001 *
"Shipgirls. Planegirls. So far all of them have been military vehicles of one sort or another. All have been female manifesting in ages from 12 to mid-30s. That's what they all have in common. Some can access vehicle form, hybrid form, and human form. Some can only manifest an empowered hybrid form and an 'at ease' civilian form." Director Costa-Brown clicked through the pictures dominating the screen as she went, showing examples of each.
"What about this report on Cavendish? He's male," pointed out PRT ENE Director Fleming.
"Normal parahuman, flying artillery, he just likes the aircraft motif for his costume." Director Costa-Brown shrugged one shoulder. She actually thought the uniform look worked on the man, and he HAD been in the Chair Force until developing powers, but those weren't actual concerns to be addressed here.
"Never thought we'd be using 'normal' and 'parahuman' and not meaning it ironically," commented Deputy Director Aswan.
"Maybe we'll get tankguys," said Research Chief (San Diego) Yui Ikari. "Or giant robots!"
"Do we have any idea what's causing this?" asked Director Fleming.
"No, but that isn't our only concern," said Rebecca Costa-Brown to her subordinate. "When one of these appears, we're faced immediately with a group of others appearing in different places around the world. Alice Twofeather was the first planegirl, and yes I know the Apache helicopter is a helicopter, and her appearing as Apache was immediately joined by Spiteful in England and Mirage in France. I half-expect APCs or artillery to start showing up as young women next."
"We don't know why this happens, why only women or girls, why their appearance shifts, and why they don't appear to follow the patterns we've come to expect from parahumans," put in Research Chief Ikari.
"Next bit of business, Squad Leaders Emily Piggot and Thomas Calvert," continued Rebecca Costa-Brown. "Thomas Calvert was the sole survivor of Squad Eight while attempting to survive Ellisburg. Helicopter footage reveals he shot his commanding officer during the panic while escaping."
"THAT was a cluster... dump," said Director Fleming. "Fortunately most of Piggot's squad survived due to Apache."
"I'm unfamiliar with the Ellisburg operation," said Director Olsen, Chicago PRT. "Other than Apache manifesting during the engagement and that apparently it went poorly."
"Classified, I'm only familiar with it because it was nominally in my area," said Director Fleming.
Rebecca Costa-Brown was silent except for tapping her desk for a few moments. "Ellisburg remains classified. We're turning it into a Containment Zone as we speak. Biotinker. Squad Eight has a single survivor - Calvert. Squad Seven has four survivors, headed by Commander Piggot though her injuries have placed her in Inactive status. Squad Seven was nearly exterminated by the bio-constructs encountered, but Apache manifested and began using her abilities to clear a zone surrounding them and allowing for a fighting retreat."
"I've seen the footage, it was quite impressive," said Director Fleming.
"What is the status of Apache then? I believe she's the first PRT member to become empowered like this," asked Director Olsen.
"They are empowered even if technically not parahumans in the usual sense, and the amount of firepower they can focus is a poor match for typical cape battles." Rebecca Costa-Brown frowned and tapped the table a few times. "Right now there is considerable debate about their legal status. Here in the United States, the PRT is still considered the oversight on these avatars. France and much of Europe has folded them into their military as all so far are avatars of military vehicles. The same with Russia. The CUI have apparently tried to recruit them into their program, with several of their shipgirls either being sunk or fleeing the country during the attempts. Apparently the usual mind control and power sharing doesn't work with these avatar types."
"Is that the catch-all term now? 'Avatars'?" asked Director Fleming.
"For now at least," stated the Chief Director. "For now, Apache is assigned to the Protectorate and has been assigned medium to high Brute, Blaster, Shaker, and Mover ratings."
* Apache *
She was Apache. 100% by heritage she was of the Apache Nation and had joined the Parahuman Response Team in one of those deals where her college would get paid for.
She'd done well. Been four years into this when Ellisburg came around.
During which she became an avatar, or so was the current term, a human who manifested armor and weapons and abilities of a machine. In her case, the AH-64 Apache helicopter.
The spirit of Raven or Coyote might have been involved, she wasn't sure.
Despite lacking rotors, she could fly exactly like an AH-64. She could hover, do vertical takeoffs and landings, and if anything was even more nimble in the air than the helicopter. She couldn't carry as much, particularly when it came to personnel or supplies, but that was fine. Her flight ceiling, where it got more and more difficult to keep altitude, was 21,000ft under normal temperature conditions. Also under optimal conditions, she was able to hit 150mph and keep that pace up. She'd have to stop and refuel after a thousand miles or so, but she could do it. Oddly enough, the greasier the hamburgers the more she liked them now.
She was given a Thinker rating because she had nightvision and radar and a few other senses she hadn't had previously.
She could change her loadout. Take stuff that would normally fit on an actual Apache helicopter and trade them off. Most of the time what she had was the same 30mm M230E1 chain gun that she'd used to clear streets in Ellisburg. She also had unleashed all 8 of her Hellfire missiles and half of her Hydra 70 M151 rockets. She'd thought she could have ended the threat of Ellisburg and Nilbog entirely but the orders had been to pull back.
If she'd only had those nice white phosphorous warheads for her Hydra 70s. All she'd had were the high explosive and the damn targets had been scattering so that she'd only been able to blow apart a few at a time.
She was given a Brute rating because she was about as tough as the helicopters.
Of course, that was only when she was active as an avatar. When she was "off duty" she was only moderately stronger and faster and tougher than she had been as a soldier.
So, she was capable, looked (in her admittedly biased opinion) better than ever, could mop the floor with the average parahuman, and had the training to continue on with her career and then off to college.
Except the brass had no idea what to do with her.
For example this latest trip, by truck, to some dustbin off in New Mexico. By truck. She could fly backwards faster than this truck could move along these dirt roads.
"Approaching objective," said one of the people up in the cab.
Twofeather, aka Apache, hoped they'd get lunch wherever this place was. She didn't even know what state they were in for sure. Maybe 50% sure it was New Mexico?
Getting out after the truck had stopped allowed her to connect to GPS. It WAS New Mexico. And she was in the middle of nowhere apparently. The nearest town was over an hour away even at her best speed.
There were others here. She was getting readings through her sensor suite, transmissions indicating that these others who were not part of the guard detail were like her. Radio frequency handshakes occurred.
Oh, hell. They were sending her off to be part of a team. Damn hammer-heads to whom every problem was a nail. Bunch of plane and ship girls? Let's make a superhero team out of them or some crap like that.
Constellation (CV-64) sent her a confirmation and prediction that this was not going to turn out well.
* August 20, 2002 *
The quakes had gone from gentle ripples in one's coffee cup to steadily ramp up until buildings were swaying an hour later. You could immediately tell the buildings where the construction companies had skimmed funding. Those came down within that hour, some well before then.
Behemoth shouldered his way out of the ground, his 45ft height shorter than most of the buildings he popped up among. That didn't last long as he quickly began knocking skyscrapers over like glass-and-steel dominos.
The local heroes consisted of two Brutes (Vamos and Manos) with Mover powers and one Electrokinetic Blaster (Sergeant Zap). The local villains were a pyrokinetic (Infierno), a Thinker named Wizard of Odds, and a Changer/Brute named Minotaun. The Thinker tried to escape the city, citing his power to estimate odds was completely useless. He didn't make it but the remainder rallied and tried to lure the Endbringer out of the city.
Fifteen minutes later, Minotaun was the only survivor of their attempt to unite and save their city. Not that Minotaun was in any shape to do anything after that.
* PRT HQ *
"Behemoth came out in Bogota Columbia. No particular energy connection there is there?"
"Not especially. Looks like the Endbringer surfaced in the Salitre Magico amusement park. It's all burning now, of course. He then proceeded through an Industrial and Technical Institute, moving roughly West."
"Local heroes... didn't last very long. The only one surviving is Minotaun, and he isn't expected to last very long."
"He's the one who turns into a giant brass minotaur, right?"
"Bronze, and he was."
"I think this is our chance. Send in the Suicide Squad!"
"Maam, that name is NOT PR-friendly or going to do anything positive for morale. Also, Bogota is in the mountains and the shipgirls are going to be severely out of their element."
"Can't be helped. They have to go where the enemy is."
* August 23, 2002 *
"We're agreed then? The PRT managing these resources are idiots?"
"I wouldn't go that far..."
"100%. 100% casualties. There is only one country which has managed to lose all their shipgirls and planegirls to date. That, people of Senate, is the United States of America and it is because this very body put them under the control of the Parahuman Response Team. Where they were used exactly as they use normal parahumans and under the same rules of engagement as they use for cape battles. Were they TRYING to get them all killed, because if so - well done."
"Senator, you're out of order."
"Am I? Do you want me to go over the names of those we lost? One quarter of all parahumans attending the battle fell to the Herokiller. It specifically went after each shipgirl and planegirl that was deployed, even after the Chief Director of the PRT was informed that the shipgirls would be less effective in an urban mountainous environment."
"That's unnecessarily morbid, Senator. We don't need..."
"Add to that, every other country that has shipgirls or planegirls now refuses to work with us or allow the PRT access to those forces. The PRT still has access to parahumans from our allies that have similar agencies, but the avatars are already being pulled out of all such agreements."
"I'm sure you're exaggating, Senator."
"Check. Israel and Japan are some of our most loyal allies. They don't want us coming near their avatars. They recognize that we were throwing them away. Behemoth went out of his way to target the avatars specifically. We have video of that. It ignored nearer parahumans in order to go after the ships."
"Behemoth goes after parahumans as well, Senator."
"Not to this extent. I move that until we understand why the Endbringers seem to regard avatars as primary targets, that we not leave them in the PRT's purview."
"Who else understands empowered individuals more than we do?" asked Rebecca Costa-Brown, rising from where she'd been seated to glare at the Senator.
"Apparently you don't, Chief Director. Your strategy seems to consist entirely of 'throw capes at the problem' and if that doesn't work, your response is that you didn't throw more capes at the problem."
"So who are you suggesting take over if NOT the agency specifically created to deal with empowered humans?" demanded Costa-Brown.
"The military," answered the Senator. "If anyone has a handle on military aircraft, ships, and other such vehicles if they show up - it would be the agencies that normally handle exactly those resources. If the individual doesn't want to join the military, there's always the National Guard, Coast Guard, or similar agencies under that umbrella."
* October 24, 2002 *
"You know, I didn't want the damn job. Especially after the way they treated you." Emily Piggot ran her hand across the marker, across one name in particular. Apache. "You weren't a parahuman, you were a soldier. You held the goddamn line when the capes fled."
The marker, an obelisk sticking up out of the rock, had been created by a terrakinetic. The parahumans and avatars who had died here trying to buy time for an evacuation, fighting Behemoth.
The obelisk didn't respond, bearing the names of fourteen parahumans and thirty-six avatars.
Emily Piggot was silent a few moments. "They had to replace my leg, and I've got a new set of scars, but I'm alive and most of my squad is still around because you picked up the slack that day. You were Trooper Alice Twofeather, an Apache by heritage and an Apache by whatever weird shit is responsible for avatars, not some single word on a stone tablet in a city that has a big freaking gouge burned through it."
The wind whipped around, carrying the smells of the city along with it. This area was not irradiated all to hell the way the Gouge was, but she'd have to be checked afterwards as the city was still considered hazardous.
"I saw the video. There you were, zipping around, unleashing your machine guns and enough missiles to take down a decent-sized town," continued Emily Piggot. "You tried to lead Behemoth away from the traffic jam. You and the other avatars. You did your part. Rest well Alice Twofeather, you've earned it."
* London, August 12, 2003 *
The Simurgh descended in all her horrible glory, wings spread, her song of madness going out.
"Control this is Harrier. I do not hear a song."
"Control this is Sopwith Camel. Also negative on Her Bitchiness Singing."
"Control - Mosquito here. Confirming. Avatars appear to not be affected by Simurgh. Or at least we aren't... DAMN! That was close!"
"Control to all avatars attending. Please be aware, Endbringers denote avatar types as primary targets. Possible this is why. Keep distance where possible."
"We're hitting more often than the parahumans. She apparently doesn't predict us quite as clearly? This'll keep the analysts going for awhile, I think. Sopwith Camel out, I've already gone through all my ammo."
"Control acknowledges, Sopwith Camel. Best speed."
* PRT HQ. October 26, 2002 *
"United Kingdom lost three of their sixteen avatars in the fight against the Simurgh in London despite the Endbringer going after them first whenever they were in her range," noted Chief Director Costa-Brown as her eyes swept the displays, she tapped the folder with the hardcopies of the analysis twice for emphasis. "Opinions? Analysis?"
"We should deploy as many avatars that show up," offered Director Wilkins.
"Anyone else?" asked the Chief Director.
Director Richardson was next. "They're immune to at least some Masters, that we knew. Precogs get as many errors as correct calls with them as well. It could simply be that they are the priority target for Endbringers because the Endbringers view them as a wildcard, something that doesn't behave according to their understanding of things. Taking an unknown factor out of play as soon as possible would make sense from that point-of-view."
"Interesting," said the Chief Director. "And no, Wilkins, these avatars are currently considered a military resource and not parahumans that fall under our control anyway. As much as it galls us, we can't simply comandeer any avatars as so far they all are avatars of either individual ships or types of military craft."
"Why individual ships while the planegirls are of a type or model of aircraft?" asked Wilkins. "I've never understood that."
Director Richardson was the one to take that question. "Current thinking is that public and crew consciousness plays a part in that. People serve and work and live and die on a particular ship, give it an identity and name and individuality, as well as specific equipment and loadouts. Whereas specific aircraft rarely get that sort of thing."
"Sounds like a lot of voodoo hoodoo," said Wilkins with a dismissive tone.
"Avatars are very different from parahumans, so we seek explanations based on even less information than we do regarding parahuman powers," pointed out Richardson.
* Laredo, Texas. January 20, 2005 *
He was frightened. Mother and Father were dead, and their passing had not been easy. His boy had been hurt. His girl smelled scared.
Sharp pointy thing had been used to open him up and hurt him and strangers were talky-talking to... Riley. Riley was her name.
She smelled scared and bad thing in her head was smelling stronger. Drew, that was name of his boy, was dying. Dying. Dead.
Riley screamed.
He wanted, needed, to do something. He was about to lose his pack, his family. His own life was unimportant if he could just save what was left of his family.
(Offer/Change/Alter?)
Seeing sharp-pointy-thing in hand of bad stranger approaching again, Muffles agreed.
And everything changed.
* Jack Slash *
Jack's intuition was never wrong. He was just that good at things.
There had been something weird about the dog, but it was just a dog and a small one at that.
No, the prize had been the girl, and she was just about to break completely and then she would be his to mold into the little horror she was meant to be.
Except the little dog stopped bleeding.
Except the little dog tore through the chains that Mannequin had used to restrain it.
Except the little dog leapt, becoming some massive metal monster that took off one of Hatchet Face's arms faster than Hatchet Face could go through a jerky stick.
A tiny machine gun popped up on the dog-monster's back and began hammering into Mannequin's body where impact craters more in keeping with fifty-cal shells quickly appeared.
"What -" began Jack as he watched as Something popped the Siberian before she could reach him and confer invulnerability to him.
Then the once-dog was upon him and he never finished the sentence.
* Muffles, aka UAS Archeon *
Bad People had attacked his family.
Bad People had HURT his family.
Bad People had killed his family and were about to take the last member.
Muffles didn't like that. Muffles didn't like that at all.
So when he had a chance to hurt Bad People back and protect his family? Yeah. No brainer.
Scent was faint from cat/woman but smell of blood on claws was of family. Cat/woman vanished after using special bite but scent-trail there.
Following saw car with person. Bad People. Torpedo launched. Cat/woman appear then disappear. Bad car. Bad people. Gone now.
Big monster roaring wanting to play. Muffles not playing.
Muffles protect Riley.
* PRT HQ, January 31, 2005 *
"Please sir. That's my dog."
"Your dog is a 33,000 ton hunter-killer submarine. With a LASER and a fifty-caliber machine gun and four torpedo bays."
"Sir. He's thirty-five pounds and licking himself."
"We did a search on the serial number and name stenciled on the side of his submarine form. There is no UAS designation, there is no ship named Archeon, and a high-powered laser turret on a sub makes no sense."
"It does if the sub was surfaced and using it as a missile intercept system."
"Damn it Klinger, stop interrupting."
"Sir!"
"What did I just say about interrupting?"
"The dog can hear you when you raise your voice, sir. He's not happy that you are raising your voice at his Master."
"Oh."
(CRASH!)
* PRT HQ, February 1, 2005 *
"Okay, we now have a hole going one-quarter of the way through the building because a dog turned into a 33,000 ton submarine long enough for the enlarged size to put that hole there. Followed by an escaped little girl and that dog as they proceeded immediately to the river. We briefly spotted them as they crossed areas on land where the river was too shallow for the submarine and then they were in the ocean and vanished because it was a STEALTH submarine. What have we learned from this fiasco?" asked Rebecca Costa-Brown.
"Don't threaten a child when their dog is nearby," offered Corporal Klinger. "When that girl triggers as a parahuman, don't attempt to conscript her into the Wards by threatening to cut their dog open to find out what makes it an avatar."
"I was going to go with not having Director Tagg anywhere near children, but sure, let's go with that," said Chief Director Costa-Brown.
* English Channel, February 5, 2005 *
"Hood."
"Warspite."
"Where's the others?"
"Unicorn is fifteen minutes out. Javelin and Illustrious on the way, twenty-five minutes at least."
"What did they run into?"
"Drug runners attempting to head to a landing spot. They've already notified ground forces of the rendevous area. Who else is coming?"
"Littorio from Italy. Prinz Eugen from Germany."
"At least it isn't Bismarck. That would have been awkward."
"As you say. I spotted Avrova from Russia on the way here. Probably find her way to these coordinates in the next five."
"So. How are you going to put it? For that matter, if our governments order us to follow the orders of those fools - what can we do?"
"That's what we're discussing," said Hood.
"The US PRT may not get control over avatars again," noted Warspite. "Their military has gradually been increasing their numbers and is not going to surrender them without a fight."
* April 4, 2007 *
"Base, be advised we're under attack. Some sort of Tinker from the look of it."
"Roger, Convoy 1. Alerting PRT per procedure."
"Roger that, Base. No hurry. He apparently did not realize that we had Flying Tiger on overwatch. Attack ended."
"Roger that, Convoy 1. I'll tell them to bring a mop. Any damage to fuel transport?"
"Some damage, no environmental leakage at this point. Don't know why some villain tinker was after radioactives but I'm thinking nothing good."
* San Diego, May 3rd 2008 *
The mayor looked out at the cape battles taking place, picked up the phone, and identified himself. Taking a deep breath, he uttered a phrase he'd hoped he'd never have to. "Indigo Five Nine Alpha."
* Flying Tiger *
She had been born Alison Anne Boyington. She supposed somehow that last name had been the reason she'd become Flying Tiger, the avatar for the P-40 Fighter.
It was also why she'd discovered that she had an aria.
"We are poor little lambs,
"Who have lost our way."
Green lightning formed, crackling from a geometric shape that formed below her.
"Baa. Baa. Baa."
The squadron of P-40s that formed immediately screamed through the air, choosing targets and striking.
* September 5 2009 *
Annette Hebert almost died, talking to her young daughter in the passenger seat.
Instead, Taylor Hebert became an avatar of: (votes)
She go Bolo (XXXIV). (Piggot: "We'll just call her Overkill for now.")
She's a Sherman. (or Panzer). (Tankgirl Taylor)
She goes A-10 (or F-22? AC-130?) (Planegirl Taylor)
She's a Valkyrie (or Destroid or other robot vehicle) (Macross/Robotech) (Mecha Taylor)
The USS Kearsarge (or other Azur Lane/Kancolle) (shipgirl Taylor)
something else (comment)