Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
Practicing Medicine
Histoire's dull blue eyes skimmed through the receipt Spy found. She did find it weird but not on the same level as the French spook did. "It is concerning, Spy, but what could it mean?" She asked.
"I found it in CFW Judge's file, take note of the date, it's a day after he destroyed himself." It took all Spy's willpower to resist taking out a cigarette. The French gentleman prefers to not bother the fair maiden and his employer with his smoking habits. Of course, if it was a male or even better, Scout, then he'd try to smoke as much as he could in their presence just to piss them off.
"I see it… but why is it even in CFW Judge's file? Didn't we defeat him?" The fairy couldn't help but to ask.
"We did." Spy agreed. "So the question is, 'What was this receipt doing there?'"
Both of them wracked their brains for an answer. It couldn't be an administration fault, the ASIC wouldn't have such strong grasp on the world without a good administration. Even with the mercenaries killing lots of the ASIC workers on a daily basis it's not enough to put much of a dent in their plans. Same goes for collecting shares, even if the rate significantly increased after IF and Compa rescued Nepgear, they still need a few months before they can make another attempt to go to the Gamindustri Graveyard.
"Do they want to reconstruct CFW Judge?" Histoire wondered aloud. It's a reasonable conclusion, if they could build one Judge they should be able to build another with sufficient resources.
"That's a possibility." Spy agreed, but it could be also two other things.
The ASIC could have planted the receipt there as a trap to divert their attention. However that would mean they knew about their plan to infiltrate that base before it was even executed.
In other words, a spy leaking their intel to the ASIC.
This scenario's already passed through the French spook's head before, but as much as he investigated the ASIC's headquarters and their movements in general, there was no indication of any leaking info. As strange as it was, he's almost certain there aren't any ASIC spies in this Basilicom. Unless they're all sleepers, and really good ones at that.
There's also a possibility that CFW Judge actually survived that explosion. As unlikely as it sounds, Spy can't say there's absolutely no possibility. "Perhaps, but I don't think we have enough evidence to conclude anything. Let's resume our search." The French eventually stated, reading through CFW Judge's file a bit more carefully, but besides learning some trivia and a couple potential weaknesses, there was nothing else proving or disproving any of the theories. Moving onto other files showed similar results. Eventually Histoire asked Spy to go back to infiltrating more ASIC facilities, maybe the Frenchie will learn something new on the enemy's side of the barricade.
Soon as Spy left, the Oracle of Planeptune received a call, the fairy's eyes widening as she saw the caller's number: it was none other than the Lastation's Oracle, Kei, and Histoire's eyes only grew wider when her fellow oracle requested immediate medical assistance from Planeptune for their gravely wounded CPU Candidate…
"W-What!?" The fairy couldn't help but gasp in shock. "Uni?! What happened, is she alright?" She asked with concern. CPU Candidates may be much tougher than normal humans, but they're still far from invincible. Nepgear herself has shown that, and her vitality was already boosted even further than usual with the mercenaries' technology. Still, something that could hurt a Candidate this badly was definitely cause for worry, even if it's on another continent.
"Unfortunately even I don't know the specifics. She's in a hospital right now and all I know is that the wounds she sustained are too severe for any of the doctors here in Lastation to treat properly." Kei answered, his voice level and professional despite the situation. Through the screen of the video phone, Histoire could see his face remained in a perfect poker face, save for a small frown, completely unlike her own wide-eyed shock, and this wasn't even her own Candidate that's in mortal danger. She's wondered before whether the silver-haired young man could even physically emote, but there wasn't time for such thoughts now.
"T-That serious… Did anyone see the attacker? Was it ASIC?"
"We're not sure. All we know was that she was facing a very strong man, and an entire 3-story building collapsed on her."
'A man? Was he a CFW or something? But that doesn't match any of the known CFW's descriptions even remotely…' The fairy thought with intrigue and concern, until her fellow Oracle spoke up again.
"Am I interrupting something?" The Lastation's Oracle asked with a hint of awkwardness. Histoire's desk was currently covered in messily placed documents looted from the ASIC's archives, and it wasn't until then that the fairy noticed how much of a mess her desk had become.
"N-Nothing important, just looking over some files. I was just about done actually."
"I see… Well, about that man I mentioned earlier."
The fairy forced her thoughts about cleaning said mess away. "Yes, I'm listening."
"After defeating Uni, he kidnapped an innocent woman and now seems to be heading towards Planeptune. I've already dispatched a platoon of soldiers to chase him but they were forced to withdraw because they couldn't keep up. At the pace we last saw him, he should be at your borders tomorrow, day after at max."
"T-That fast!? But we have the entire Gamindustri Graveyard between us!"
"I'm surprised as well, but perhaps it's to be expected. Someone who could defeat a CPU Candidate alone can't be an ordinary man."
Even as the alarming news of the dangerous individual racing for her country was revealed, Histoire frowned for a different reason. Something was wrong. She didn't know Kei that well, but she did know he never shares information for free. "You are withholding some information from me, aren't you?" The fairy narrowed her eyes.
A tiny smile appeared on Kei's face. "Good deduction, Histoire. While I don't wish for you to get caught off guard if he does manage to arrive at Planeptune, I still need a bargaining chip for you to help me. I'll happily share all the details about him if you send your best surgeon to Lastation, pronto. The ones we have just aren't enough."
"Is it that bad?" Histoire grimaced.
Instead of answering verbally, Kei sent a picture to Histoire, and the Oracle of Planeptune immediately compared it to what the mercenaries' victims look like, Heavy's in particular.
Usually the HDD'ed version of CPU Candidate of Lastation is a light skinned girl with white hair worn in curled drills while her bangs spike outward and the side parts are shorter and very curled. Her eyes become bright green and her outfit consists of a normal bathing suit-like body piece greatly resembling her dress with more detailing on each part and two big circle pieces worn in her hair.
In this picture she's so mangled that it looks like she was straight up tortured. The photo was taken when the paramedics carried the CPU Candidate on a stretcher to the ambulance.
There isn't a part of her processor that ISN'T cracked, dented or missing altogether. The unprotected parts of her skin are discolored from bruises, or even torn off in few pieces like her armpits and cheek. Her left shoulder is broken, with a bone penetrating the skin.
Her eyes were closed but Histoire could see a forming black eye around her right one, with a faint trail of blood leaking from the eyelid. The nose is broken as well and the slightly open mouth revealed a few missing teeth along with a bleeding lip.
It's a very disturbing sight and there was a strong possibility of internal injuries as well. It was enough for Histoire to make up her mind to send medical help, she could tell Uni was in critical condition, and even if she's the Candidate of a once competing nation, they can't afford to lose her with ASIC running amok. It made sense for Kei to have come to her for help too, Planeptune is known as the leading developer of medical technology due to the invention of Nep Bull, if any nation can save Uni, it's the Land of Purple Progress. Though, a part of her mind considered sending Medic instead of her own personnel, and the more she's thinking about it, the better idea it seems. Considering the man's experience and achievements, this would be a piece of cake for him.
"I do have someone in mind, someone I acquired lately who I could honestly call a miracle worker, but I don't think he would do it for free." The fairy answered. The doctor was a medical genius, but he was by no means altruistic. He'd only agreed to operate on Nepgear because she's their VIP, and Compa got her implants because she's Medic's apprentice. Lastly, IF was allowed to have hers…
Actually Histoire had no idea why, maybe it was just because he's operating on two others already so might as well…
"Nothing is free, Histoire. I'm willing to cover everything that's necessary to treat Uni, including the hefty payment for proper care." Kei dismissively waved her hand. It's their own Candidate's life on the line afterall, they can't be stingy with money.
"In that case, would you mind waiting for a moment? I need to ask him in person since he doesn't accept any phone calls." Histoire asked, her usual small smile appearing on her face.
"How long will it take? I have already sent our private jet, it should be in your airspace in about an hour." Kei checked her cell phone and hid it back in her pocket after sending her A-OK to the pilots. She certainly came prepared, Histoire thought to herself.
"Not very long, up to a quarter of an hour." The fairy copied the victim's photo into her phone as she said that.
"Go on then. But you'd better hurry, Uni won't last long. I'll be in contact if necessary." Kei disconnected, leaving the Oracle of Planeptune alone. She hovered out of the room, leaving it as it is, and took the nearest teleporter leading to the mercenaries' hotel.
The reception hadn't changed from how she remembered it, except the smell. For some reason it smelled funny there, but she couldn't tell why. The now-activated level 3 Sentry Gun surveyed the area (thankfully the Engineer's bracelet seems to be working), quiet beep sounds coming out of the turret. Mildly clean beige floor, a kiddie pool with Pyro inside, opened jerry can, light-brown tables…
Wait…
Histoire's dull blue eyes refocused on the fire-loving being…
Yes indeed, Pyro is sitting cross-legged inside a red kiddie pool, it was even filled with water and included a rubber bonus duck which the merc was playing with.
'Where did that "bonus" part came from?' Histoire wondered. Her mind has been playing tricks on her lately…
Anyway. The Pyromaniac seemed to notice the staring fairy as it raised its head and waved in greeting, mumbling something. Histoire thinks it's "Hi, Histoire!" or something along these lines. Either way the Oracle greeted the merc with a small wave of her own. "Hello Pyro. Um… are you enjoying your… bath?" She couldn't help but to sweatdrop as she asked that, but it did sound polite nonetheless.
"Mhm." Pyro nodded as it stepped out of the pool and pointed at Histoire, before pointing back at the pool. Histoire knew what it was asking and she's ready to politely decline out of 3 reasons:
She doesn't need a bath right now.
She needs to find Medic really quickly.
And the most important reason was…
She finally recognized the smell after she saw the jerry can…
That's not water. At all.
"N-No thank you Pyro, I just took a bath and don't need another one." For a moment Histoire thought the mask-wearing being might not take no for an answer, she needed to make a 'practical' excuse, fast. "Actually I came here looking for Medic, is he around?" She quickly tried to change topic to save herself, and it worked. Pyro tapped the mouth of its mask in thought before nodding and mumbling.
"Uh-huh."
At the same time, it produced a box of matches labeled "RED Spark Safety Matches" from its pocket and lit one. Histoire watched Pyro awkwardly as it stared at the dancing flame with childish curiosity…
Before throwing it over its shoulder with a giggle…
Histoire's eyes grew to the size of fairy-sized dinner plates as the match landed right inside the gasoline-filled pool and the spooked Oracle was forced to hover a little higher to avoid being caught on fire by the sudden explosion and ring of fire spreading across the floor.
To her amazement though, nothing caught on fire, and the kiddie pool and opened jerry can mysteriously disappeared in a poof of smoke and fire.
The Pyromaniac simply rubbed its hands together like nothing happened and led the way towards Medic…
Who was standing right at the stairs, armed with the Crusader's Crossbow (A wooden crossbow that fires special nanite syringes). Compa and Sniper were there too, also armed with her usual giant syringe and a modified MAT-49 submachine gun, with oversized sights and no folding stock, respectively. Since their lesson was nearing its end, the doors to the medical bay were open, allowing Medic and Compa to hear the explosion. Sniper's pleasant nap in the hallway was also rudely interrupted by the sudden kaboom.
"Wot happened?" The Australian asked, lowering his SMG.
"Do we have a burglar?" Compa asked and peeked over Sniper's shoulder, spotting the Oracle as she did so. "Oh hi Histoire!"
"Ahahaha… Hello Compa." Histoire awkwardly greeted and went on with the explanation.
As the tiny fairy explained the cause of the sudden explosion, which was louder than normal which was why the mercs reacted at all (this made Histoire think that this might happen all the time, almost unsurprisingly at this point). Sniper angrily groaned and went back upstairs, mad that he was woken up by a false alarm.
After explaining what happened with Pyro, Histoire moved onto what she went there to do, telling them the details of the assault on Lastation's CPU Candidate and their Oracle's request. A curious Pyro stayed in the reception area and continued to listen to their employer.
"Lastation's CPU Candidate got hurt?" Compa asked worriedly.
"Lahhamhon?" Pyro mumbled, however as always the fiery merc was ignored.
"Lastvation?" Medic raised his eyebrow.
"Lastation is a nation east from Planeptune. Some call it the 'Land of Black Regality', and like our own nation, it is protected by a CPU and a CPU Candidate, Black Heart Noire and Black Sister Uni. The latter has been governing the nation since Noire was captured by ASIC, and she's a very valuable ally of ours against them." Histoire explained as she pulled out her phone and searched for the downloaded picture of the injured Uni. "Here, could you look at this?" Histoire showed him her phone with Black Sister's picture shown on the screen. The German muttered under his breath the names of injuries as his eyes inspected her body.
That sounded wrong…
"Vat's the story behind zhis?" Medic questioned.
"I don't have all the details, but a building collapsed on her during a fight with a powerful criminal." Histoire truthfully answered, increasing Compa's worry for the injured CPU Candidate.
"Zah loouh pahfh." Pyro noted.
"Is she okay?" The Nurse did hear that Lastation and Lowee got their own candidates during these 3 years, but the busty Nurse was too busy collecting shares to know any details on what's happening outside Planeptune.
"Due to the severity of her wounds, none of Lastation's doctors are able to treat her properly." Histoire explained.
"Hmm, zhey don't look zhat bad, nothing these 'qualified' doctors can't handle. But if zhe building collapsed then zhere are probably internal injuries involved as well." Medic stated, spitting 'qualified' like it's some sort of venom. "Herr Kei offers to cover all expenses and pay me for treatment, ja?" The German continued, his eyes not leaving the screen. To be honest the mad doctor couldn't care less about the money right now, if he got another chance to get his hands on another CPU he'll gladly take it. For science!
"That's right, Kei already sent a private plane to pick you up, it should arrive in about 50 minutes. I'll send the staff to drive you and Compa to the airport."
"Gut. Compa, help me pack our supplies." Medic gave back the phone to the Oracle and went upstairs as Compa followed him with a very cheerful "Yessy!"
With his agreement, Histoire released a very relieved sigh she didn't know she was holding, and the blonde fairy phoned some Basilicom staff to pick up Medic and the Nurse-in-training before following them to the medical bay.
Everyone forgot about poor Pyro who was left alone to play with its matches.
"What the-!?" Histoire squawked in shock. The doors to Medic's room were open and what she saw there horrified her.
Like in Meet the Medic, Medic's playground was occupied by countless pigeons, a few of which cooed at the Oracle when she entered the room. She was pretty sure this was not sanitary conditions fit for a medical bay, but neither the doctor nor his apprentice seemed to care. Medic was busy getting the Quick Fix off the ceiling and Compa collected a few other medical and not-medical supplies like scalpels, a bonesaw, the Overdose, duct tape, bandages and band aids, which she hid into her black hole (purse).
The award of the most eye-catching thing in the room though goes to the unconscious Demoman with the gaping hole in his stomach being healed by the Kritzkreig. A bottle of scrumpy and some blood-stained poker chips lay on the tray next to him.
Curious about the state of the Scot merc and remembering the last time she surprised Engineer, Histoire cleared her throat to announce her presence. "Medic, what happened to Demoman?" Even if the question was directed at the German, it was the Planeptunian Nurse who answered.
"Mister Demoman and Mister Soldier played poker, but suddenly Demoman swallowed some chips after getting drunk."
"Hah! Got ye full house…" The patient in question muttered in his sleep.
"Will he be okay?" Histoire already knew the answer is yes, but she couldn't help but ask.
"Ja, ve're already done getting the chips out of him. Herr Soldier will come later to pick and clean zhem up." Medic answered.
"I see. I already called for transport to the airport, one of the trusted Basilicom chauffeurs will take you there."
"Umm, Medic? Are we taking Spy's head as well?" Compa suddenly asked, confusing the fairy while Medic pondered the question.
"What, Spy's head?" Histoire questioned.
"Remember that Meet the Team video?"
"No, no, no, no no no no no no no no no no no. Please don't remind me of that…" A pale Histoire immediately regretted asking that question, oh god the memories…
Trying to again forget those traumatizing videos, the Oracle of Planeptune quickly hovered out of the room, closing the doors while she's at it.
Compa and Medic watched her go, both of them sharing a confused look until Medic shrugged before going back to packing. "So, are we?" Compa asked the same question, at which Medic shook his head.
"Nein, he stays here. Give him a few new cigarettes though."
Compa emitted a disappointed "Aww…" before opening a bag of death sticks and refilling the severed head's supply. BLU Spy muttered a depressed "Kill me." When the Nurse opened the refrigerator.
"I can't." She rejected him, before the closing door returned the head's world to darkness.
On Histoire's way out, she unfortunately decided to bug Sniper a little. Even though the fairy was a distance away from him, the half-asleep Australian still managed to throw his kukri at her with perfect accuracy. Fortunately the Oracle expected some kind of attack and managed to evade the blade before she lost her head.
"Watcha want, pixie?" The merc groggily asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes behind the sunglasses. For god's sake, a proper bloke can't get some shut-eye without everyone waking him up.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your nap, Sniper, but could you inform your team that Medic and Compa are going to be absent for a while?" The fairy politely asked, internally sighing with relief that she didn't just get impaled.
"Okay, okay." The Australian half-heartedly responded and went back to sleep. It was the same tone Neptune always used to answer with as she played games with Nepgear. Until he processed what she just said anyway. "Wait, wot!?" A fully awake Sniper squealed in surprise, getting up and starring at the blonde fairy with wide eyes.
"The CPU Candidate of Lastation was severely injured and Medic agreed to treat her, so they're going to be away." Histoire calmly explained, seeing it coming. It's amazing how there are so many similarities to them and Neptune.
Except Neptune would never kill anyone…
"But we kinda NEED doc for attackin'! Pushin' dry will just get us killed!" Sniper argued, but Histoire wouldn't falter, even if there's a sharp machete stuck in the wall just inches from her.
"I understand your reasons, but the CPU Candidate's health is far more urgent than attacking the ASIC right now. They won't be gone for long, so until then we'll put our assaults on hold."
The proper CPU can't be killed with normal means. They're literally immortal towards regular weapons, which is why Neptune is needed to truly control these mercs. In case of them going rogue a transformed CPU could easily dispatch them, even with their Medic's technology.
However the CPU Candidates don't have such luxury. They're still stronger and regenerate faster than humans, but unlike the proper goddesses, candidates CAN be killed, as shown by Nepgear's demise at the hands of the Viral Ancient Dragon…
Thank Goddess that the Re:Spawn System managed to bring her back…
Currently Nepgear could take on 1, maybe 2 of the weaker mercenaries like Sniper and Medic (provided that the German didn't use his Medi-gun on Sniper) and barely win, but fighting against a powerhouse like Soldier or Heavy would be certain death, much less the entire team. They need a proper CPU back soon, and to that end they can't afford to lose a Candidate neither.
"Got it, I'll handle the boys but how long will it take?" Sniper asked, walking towards the Oracle and retrieving his kukri with little difficulty.
"I'm not actually sure, her wounds looked severe, but with the medigun I doubt they'll be gone for more than a day or two." Histoire answered after brief consideration, and the Australian nodded in understanding, politely excusing himself and started knocking on the Scout's doors.
Satisfied that the mercenaries won't be caught off-guard by their Medic's absence, Histoire went back to the Basilicom via Engineer's teleporter. Then she called Kei back after closing the doors to her office.
"Hello again, Histoire. I take it that grown man with the young girl are those people you mentioned?" Kei said after accepting Histoire's call. "This is rather peculiar equipment they're carrying there." He added, his voice hinting intrigue.
"Yes, that's the man I was talking about, and the girl is his apprentice. You'll be surprised by his effectiveness, but don't be shocked by his… questionable ethics." The fairy explained, sweatdropping.
"Questionable ethics? Elaborate." Histoire's words peaked the Lastation's Oracle interest and some concern. However a teasing smile presented itself on the fairy's lips in turn.
"Only after you tell me about that dangerous individual." She wryly proposed, causing Kei to smirk knowingly. Well, she did promise her.
"While he was seen inside one of the ASIC buildings, there aren't any evidence of him being one of them…" The two Oracles moved onto a long discussion about the individual. They speculated the roads he's traveling, reasons on kidnapping the seemingly random woman and everything Kei managed to gather about him.
The moment Medic and Compa arrived at the airport, a group of people looking like soldiers clad in black clothing neared their car. Compa saw Medic tense a little and subtly started reaching for the Über-saw, but Compa stopped him from grabbing his weapon by placing her hand on his wrist. "Don't worry, they're Lastation's Basilicom guard." She reassured.
The Planeptunian Basilicom staff left the Nepsla Model S car and two of them opened the doors so Medic and Compa could leave the car like very important government figures.
It's not actually that far from the truth. Compa is a known close friend of a CPU, CPU Candidate, Oracle and a high-ranked Guild member, and while Medic isn't as well known as the girl, he's the only person who's achieved saving people from literal death.
"Our VIPs?" One of the Lastation guards spoke, presumably a leader because he's the only one to wear a beret.
"Affirmative, hand-picked by Lady Histoire." One of the Planeptunian Basilicom staff.
"Roger that." The leader nodded. Onlookers were starting to show up, and even a few flashes snapped from their phones' cameras. The staff and Medic ignored them however, only Compa gave the onlookers a small wave as they entered the airport. The Lastation guards carried their suitcases and bags, leaving only the Medi-gun and Quick-Fix with Medic and Compa respectively. The German didn't want anyone except his trusted apprentice touching his fragile inventions.
The flight was peaceful, Medic was used to traveling by air. During his job as Redmond Mann's mercenary they sometimes needed to travel from facility to facility by the plane, so it was nothing new. However his Planeptunian companion was rather excited, due to it being her first time airborne. "This is my first time on a plane!" The nurse exclaimed as her creamy-pink eyes stared at the scenery from the window.
"I'm rather used to it." Medic sat next to her. Compa dragged her gaze away from the glass and looked at her teacher in surprise.
"Really?"
"Ja, but nothing as fancy as zhis." The Lastation's Oracle had made sure to equip the Basilicom's private planes with everything a first-class needs, and while the merc has plenty of experience flying, he's never felt such comfort before when traveling at all.
Before Compa could ask, suddenly a monitor lowered itself from the ceiling, catching the attention of the duo. The monitor switched on and Kei's face looked at them.
"Welcome aboard our Lastation-made jet, used privately by the Basilicom, and thank you for lending your help to us. My name is Kei, I'm the Oracle of this beautiful nation." The Oracle greeted, looking at the Medic through the tiny camera lens attached to the top of the casing.
"It's no biggie, mister Kei." Compa beamed, though for some reason Kei seemed to be a little offended.
"Excuse me, miss. But that's 'Lady' you should refer me to as, I'm a girl afterall." Kei deadpanned, to the nurse's surprise.
"Anyvay." Medic began, not caring about the Oracle's gender, "If I got zhe facts correct, then zhe CPU Candidate of Lastation is critically injured?"
"That's right." Kei nodded. "In addition to external wounds, the doctors said Uni also suffered lots of internals injures as well."
"So as I predicted." 'Zhis shouldn't be too hard, just put her bones together und heal zhe rest with zhe Medi-gun.' The German planned.
"It is quite rude to not give your names if someone introduces themselves to you." Kei pointed out, still keeping her poker face.
"Ah, excuse me. People call me 'Medic'."
"And I'm Compa, just a simple Nurse-in-training."
The Lastation's Oracle mentally noted their names, getting a little confused on the German's name. Just a title, or is it his real name? Well, as long as she has something to call him by. "With that out of the way, I assume you wish to discuss your payment if you manage to save Uni." Kei said knowingly, but the Medic had different things on his mind.
"Actually, I vish to know more about zhe patient's injures first."
A brief pause, and Kei pulled out the recently-made medical report. The Oracle cleared her throat and began reading the paper. "187 out of 206 bones shattered, cracked or broken, including her skull and many of her organs punctured. A gash on her heart caused by her rib…" With each new wound read along Kei starts to worry more and more about Uni's health, goodness most of these wounds sound permanent! However Kei still managed to keep her business-like façade as she kept reading while trying to keep her voice even.
Compa felt bad for the Candidate, what she's suffering is way worse than what she, Ge-Ge and IF went through. Sure the three of them actually died outright, but their deaths weren't anywhere as brutal as this! But she still trusted Medic to save the Candidate with his skills and experience, and she'll be there to help!
Meanwhile Medic changed this operation difficulty from 'Piece of Cake' to 'Mildly Complex'. With so many damaged bones they can't rely purely on the Medi-gun and they're forced to do surgery, which Medic planned to do either way. Good thing Compa brought the duct tape.
Either way, bones are the only difficulty, however all they need to do is to adjust them correctly, then the Medi-gun will accelerate their healing and fix all the minor problems. Damaged organs, blood in inappropriate places, torn skin, all of that can be easily healed automatically.
Such wonderful technology.
Only after hearing all of the injuries the Candidate sustained did Medic move onto the payment.
Kei didn't have time for haggling, so she simply wrote off the rounded yearly salary of average doctors and multiplied it by 2, which turned into a sweet 200'000 credits for a single operation. Compa's never seen anyone earning that much money in a single night, but if you count 1 credit as equivalent to 1 dollar then this is quite poor payment for Medic's standard. He agreed anyway, since he can have his hands on another CPU. For science!
After a few minutes of pleasant flight, filled with occasional idle talk or silence, the Re:Spawn Chips sent a sudden and short wave of pain through their bodies. It confused the Planeptuneian and with growing panic she asked. "W-What was tha-"
"Don't die now, Compa." Medic calmly warned before she could finish, though the warning only intensified Compa's confusion.
"Huh? Am I gonna die?"
"Nein, ve're simply out of zhe respawn's reach. If ve die ve will stay dead until someone manually moves our bodies back to Planeptune." The merc ominously explained, keeping his voice level. This however was enough to calm down his apprentice.
After their discussion was over, Kei let Compa and 'Medic' enjoy the rest of the flight alone. Lastation's Oracle sighed, got up and looked through the window at Uni.
The Lastation's Candidate has transformed back since reaching the hospital, now she has long black hair with most of it reaching her chest, her crimson red eyes still looks pained even when the gas mixture inhaled through the breathing tube put her to sleep. An IV syringe sends necessary nutrients directly into the bloodstream. She's wearing nothing but there's a gray blanket covering her that can be opened around her abdomen area. There aren't any casts put in place yet, too many bones are still not put in place to do that. An average surgeon can't do it without risking excessive bloodloss.
Kei put her hand on the glass, starring at Uni's broken form. About 20 minutes till that doctor arrives… "Don't die, Uni. Noire would never forgive us if you do." Kei muttered, watching Uni's broken body rest on the surgery table. The Oracle of Lastation notified the Lastation Guards standing next to the doors that she's taking a short trip to the bathroom. This whole time Kei was in the hospital, waiting for doctors to bring her good news.
She didn't get any.
Irritation began creeping into her mind. They were supposed to be Lastation's doctors, the best in the field. But all of them told her that they tried their best.
If they did, Uni would be peacefully resting on the hospital's bed and Kei wouldn't need to ask Histoire for help.
Lastation's Oracle holds nothing against Planeptune or their Oracle. However she dislikes Neptune, to her the CPU is just a spoiled, irresponsible and lazy troublemaker. She pitied Histoire for having to put up with that nonsense on a daily basis. But there's no way in hell she'll ever say something like that out loud. Lazy or not, Neptune's still a goddess who deserves her respect.
The boyish girl slapped her cheeks and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She's a short girl with pale skin and silver hair that looks like a mess. Her eyes are a bright aqua blue color and she wears a near-formal black suit with silver lining with many buttons and shorts, instead of jeans or pants. Two long tails come from the jacket and have blue coloring inside. Under her black suit is a white button-up shirt and light blue necktie, the collar having symmetrical black linings. Below she wears black high socks with white detailing, and slip-on black shoes with small blue and silver detailing on the top.
Kei pulled out a comb from her jacket and combed her hair to make it more presentable, she doesn't know how it got so messy in the first place but it's good that she noticed it before meeting the 'Medic' in person.
Where do people gets these overused nicknames?
As Kei made sure that she doesn't look like some sort of depressing mess, the government official heard voices right outside the bathroom.
"…Are you sure you're qualified for this job?" The voice that she recognized as one of the hospital' doctors questioned. His voice sounded serious.
"More qualified zhan you 'professionals' who can't do a simple surgery." A male voice mockingly remarked. Kei recognized the thick accent as 'Medic's' one she heard in the plane. Huh? Seems like Kei took much longer than expected.
"Do you MOCK me? You don't even have a medical license!" An upset doctor shouted, causing Kei to frown. With all that happened there was no time to perform a background check, but no medical license? Did Histoire just backstab her?
"Sir, please back away." Another male calmly responded.
"P-Please don't fight. We should be helping the injured people here!" A meek young female voice added.
Before this argument could go any further, Kei opened the doors and 8 figures turned their heads towards her: A male doctor, two female nurses, 3 Basilicom staff members with 2 of them carrying suitcases and bags, and the last one standing between Medic and the Lastation doctor, Compa, with that weird backpack and pipe she saw on her phone. There's also the 'Medic', wearing a different backpack, labcoat, glasses and red rubber gloves.
Seeing them up close, the so-called 'Medi-gun' and 'Quick-Fix' are really peculiar-looking equipment…
Upon seeing her employer and de-facto vice-leader of their nations, the Basilicom Staff slightly bowed to her. "Lady Kei, these are the people that Lady Histoire have sent to aid us." They said in unison. Medic and Compa shared a confused look by their synchronization.
The doctor however angrily walked past Medic and angrily but politely addressed his complaints. "Lady Kei, are you sure this is a good idea? They don't even have medical licenses!"
Kei did start to have her doubts, since Histoire warned her about his 'questionable ethics' and the fact that they don't have a license. However Kei was getting desperate and Histoire isn't the type to backstab a person during such an emergency.
"I have already heard that while I was in the bathroom, however this man was handpicked by the Oracle of Planeptune, so you better watch your tongue." She firmly stated. "You can go now, doctor, you too, nurses." She dismissed them before the man could form a rebuttal. Even if she wore a pokerface, her glare told him that she doesn't have time to argue.
"Yes Lady Kei." He said without enthusiasm and left, glaring at Medic as he walked away.
After the Lastation's staff left, Medic casually greeted the Lastation's Oracle as if nothing happened. "Guten Tag, Frau Kei."
As much it confused what the goddess he just said, Kei ignored it and hurried the doctor up before Compa could also greet her. "I apologize for being pushy, but you two should hurry up and save Uni. I'll lead the way." The boyish girl moved past the group. The Basilicom Staff followed her without skipping a beat, same with Medic. Only Compa took a short moment before moving along.
As Medic predicted, the room Uni is lying is as sanitary as it could. Boring white walls and ceiling with window which onlookers can see what's going on through the hallway and a boring gray tile floor. Compa can even see defibrillator pads attached to the wall.
Light blue curtains could be moved to cover the window and grant Medic some privacy and a few drawers in the corner of the room with more unknown-to-author medical equipment. A very modern operation table with Uni lying on top, the CPU Candidate is attached to the electrocardiogram, breathing tube and IV bag. The ECG shows that Uni's heart beat was weakened significantly. Next to the table is a silver cart with wheels on which various surgery equipment was placed.
"There she is." Said Kei as she let Medic and Compa into the room. The Lastation guards stationed next to doors glared at the German and Planeptuneian as they entered.
Medic took note of his newest test subj- patient, spotting a few postoperative scars. "I wasn't zhe first one to try, vas I?" He turned towards the Oracle, who shook her head.
"She already went through 2 other surgeries led by the same doctor you just talked. He managed to fix most of the wounds but there are still a few critical ones like a gashed heart, punctured lungs and stomach. He says it's impossible to remove the invading bones without risking severe bloodloss, drowning or leaking the acid into the body." Kei explained, her voice business like.
"Mister Medic, I don't know where to set the Medi-gun." Compa said worriedly as she inspected the surroundings for any way to keep the healing weapon pointed at Uni without risk of damaging something.
However Doc didn't see any problem with that. "You'll just have to operate it manually then." He shrugged.
"About that 'Medi-gun', however." Kei pointed at the thing in question. "What does it do?"
"They can h-"
"Zhis vill makes sure the patient von't die in case of trouble." Medic cut Compa off. No point in revealing its true power just yet.
"Uh-huh. How does it work?" The Oracle questioned with an eyebrow raised.
"Trade secret. Now do you mind, I vish to start vorking on our fräulein." Medic shooed away, as he handed said Medi-Gun to Compa. Kei was confused what he meant by 'fräulein' but she still nodded.
"Good luck. I want to hear good news after you're done." Was all Kei said before leaving the room to wait at the hallway.
Medic moved the curtains, giving himself and Compa some privacy. They're operating on a girl afterall. "Let's see let's see." The German rubbed his hands together and opened Uni's blanket, revealing her nude abdomen and chest. 'Zhe bruises are still zhere, same with zhe scars. B cups… she's smaller than I remember. Must be the HDD wearing off.' The German noted, running his gloved hand over one of the bruises. The CPU Candidate's face stirred from touch. Something occurred to him and he turned towards his apprentice, looking up and down. He just noticed that she's also freakishly small.
"Huh? Something wrong?" An oblivious-to-everything Compa asked.
"Nothing. Let's begin with low input." Medic took a scalpel from the tray and started doing first cuts, for some reason penetrating her skin felt pleasant.
Wait…
"Compa." Medic began, turning towards his assistant. "You are healing ME." He deadpanned.
Awkwardly the Nurse-in-training looked few times between Medic, the Medi-gun's beam and the unconscious Uni…
"Oopsie." She smiled sheepishly and corrected the weapon.
All Medic could do now was to sigh tiredly and open the chest cavity, and then be genuinely surprised by the state of her ribs. 'It appears zhat zhis will require a little creativity, but I do like a challenge.' "Compa, have you brought zhe duct tape?"
What happened next is another proof that you can fix everything with enough duct tape. After casually removed the invading bones from organs, which were later patched up by the Medi-gun's beam. The Mad Doctor then proceeded to glue the retrieved ribs together with duct tape, before placing them back into the patient's body again.
If any of the hospital staff saw this, they would immediately stop the operation and send Medic into the nearest mental asylum, possibly the one where the author is currently residing.
If Kei saw this, she would probably order the Lastation guard to execute Medic on the spot.
However they aren't there, so Medic can do whatever he wants.
With the help of the almighty duct tape, it was relatively easy to play puzzle with Uni's skeleton. And any injures made on her tissue was taken care of by the Medi-gun.
Technically Medic could wrap things up, collect the payment from Kei and go back to Planeptune.
But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't check one last thing.
Like Nepgear, there is also a processor attached to Uni's heart. This time however it's blackish instead purple, and the motherboard is also black.
Never more had Medic wished he had a free set of his bionic enhancements. He wasted the last 3 of them to enhance Nepgear, Compa and IF, but now he had a chance to expand his knowledge on Nepgear's ailment.
If he had the damn implants!
Sighing his irritation off, the German took the Quick-Fix, deployed the Übercharge and wrapped things up. The CPU Candidate's body started rapidly fixing itself due to the very strong healing rate caused by the Quick Fix's ÜberCharge, her postoperative scars disappeared, same with the bruises. Her missing teeth started regrowing even, pushing those dumb prosthesis out of their sockets.
Pleasure…
After centuries of pain and darkness, Uni felt like she was lifted from hell straight into heaven… She could feel herself growing slightly stronger with each passing second, like life was literally being injected into her broken body…
Wait, what's going on anyway?
Suddenly she heard a muffled voice calling out. It was too faint to determine its gender. "-mpa… you… tape?"
Tape? What tape?
Uni never found out what was about that tape, because after several moments later, which felt like decades, she felt something else. A new sensation, a touch, which quickly grew into massive pain as she felt something being ripped out of her chest. However she's still too weak to do anything about it.
The pain continued. It was sharp and strong but every time it's soon overridden by the strange pleasurable sensation in that very spot.
Is she becoming a masochist or something?
Do masochists even feel pain like that!?
This circle repeated for so long that Uni forgot when it began. Meanwhile the CPU Candidate tried as hard as she could to move a single muscle, but she's simply too weak to do even that. All she could do was endure in silence and hope the pain will stop someday…
After the charge was depleted, Medic turned off the Quick Fix and placed his arms on his hips, proud with his work.
"Woohoo! We saved her, Mister Medic!" Compa cheered, feeling the joy of helping those in need.
All external and internal wounds were healed, the Quick Fix's ÜberCharge also managed to fix the broken bones as well! The ECG shows that Uni's pulse returned to normal, if not got a bit higher than for a normal person, but that's aftereffects of the accelerated healing.
"Look, she's waking up!" Compa exclaimed, her chipper voice drowning Uni's murmurs as her crimson red eyes slowly open themselves.
Which proved itself to be a mistake, because a lamp was shining brightly right above her.
"Nggh, turn off the lights!" The CPU Candidate immediately closed her eyes and turned to the side, not realizing that she still had the breathing tube and IV attached to her. Oh and also she's revealing her bare naked body to the merc and Nurse.
If anyone from Lastation knew about this, Medic and Compa would be the target of envy letters for YEARS to come, but neither doctor nor nurse really cared for the sight before them that countless could only dream of, and the German coughed, trying to announce his presence. "Fräulein, do you know vhere you are?"
This caught the CPU Candidate's attention, even through her hazy senses. The raven-haired girl slowly and awkwardly turned towards the source of the sudden voice that nearly gave her a heart attack (which was actually audible, due to her somehow still being attached to the ECG).
"Welcome back to the world of living!" Compa cheerfully announced when Uni locked her crimson eyes with Compa's creamy ones. However Uni ignored her as she looked at Medic who stared back with raised eyebrow.
It was around this moment that Uni looked down and realized she's entirely naked.
Blood rushed to her face, turning it into a similar shade as her eyes. The CPU Candidate let out a loud shriek that made Medic's ears bleed. "P-Peeeeeeeeervert!"
Immediately the raven haired teenager grabbed the nearest object, which turns out to be Medic's own Übersaw, and threw it at him. Due to her lack of coordination from not being fully recovered after her near-death experience, the saw flew far off from its designated target. However it still managed to embed itself in the wall, all the way to the vial. "G-Get out of my room!"
"B-But, we aren't perverts! We're the people who saved you!" Compa explained.
"Fräulein, you're in zhe hospital right now." Medic added with a deadpan tone.
This confused Uni, but as she looked around, the CPU Candidate saw the IV needle on the ground, the breathing tube lying on the bed next to her and the electrodes on her lap, leading to the beeping ECG.
Now Uni blushed for a very different reason…
"H-How was I supposed to know!? I just woke up and I can't remember anything!" She snapped, red on her cheeks, though her words surprised the nurse.
"Huh? Do you have amnesia?" Compa asked.
"Not surprising really, zhe head trauma vas quite serious, even the Medi-gun can't fix everything." Medic explained.
"Can you turn around, I'm NAKED here!" Uni ordered, trying to cover herself as much as possible. Rolling his eyes, Medic casually faced the wall as asked.
"There, happy?"
Uni ignored his comment as she moved onto more pressing matters. "Okay, who are you and how did I get here?"
"I'm Compa! Just a simple nurse-in-training!" The blonde chirped.
"And I'm zhe doctor." The German shrugged.
"But Doctor Who?"
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"Zhat isn't important." Medic dismissed her with a shake of his head. "If you want an explanation you can ask Frau Kei, I should tell her the operation is done anyvay." The German said as he ripped his saw out of the wall with some difficulty. Meanwhile Compa turned off the annoying and now-useless ECG.
"Ack, Kei!" Uni's eyes widened. "She must be worried."
"Ja, she is. Should I call her now?" Medic asked, still not looking at her and keeping his eyes on the bloodstained needle-blade.
'What's with that accent?' Uni randomly thought with a frown. "Yes, call her here. Also get me some clothes."
"Ja, ja." The German grunted, she's conscious for a few seconds and already starting to push people around. He almost regrets not mixing up her organs a bit before finishing up.
"Already?" The news surprised Kei so much that she dropped her poker face for a moment. The person was there for about half an hour and he's already saying that Uni is well and alive?
Kei didn't buy it.
"Can I see her?" The Lastation's Oracle stood up and dusted her shorts, looking expediently at Medic who simply moved out of the doorway to let her in. The doctor accidently nudged the Lastation guard with his bloodstained hand, leaving a bloody smudge on her helmet. The guard glared at him but did nothing. It did make Kei notice that his bare hands were covered in blood and he's carrying a bloodied saw-syringe… thing? It put her and the guards a little on the edge.
"Ja, but I vould get her some clothes first, she's been kicking up a fuss about it." The German said innocently. Fortunately Kei was already prepared and had Uni's spare clothes neatly arranged right next to where the Oracle was sitting.
Kei took the black clothes and mentally prepared herself for the worst, there's no way that Uni would recover from such injures in half an hour, CPU or not.
Needless to say, Compa helping a blushing-but-very-alive Uni wrap a blanket around herself was the best sight she's seen all year.
The CPU Candidate quickly spotted the entering Oracle with her clothes. "Oh, Kei, you're here already. Were you waiting in the hallway?" She asked. It took all of the Oracle's willpower to stop herself from doing something out of character like running towards her boss's sister and squeezing the crap out of her in a bear hug.
"Of course, Uni, I was worried about you. Well, we all were."
"Jeez, you didn't have to, I'm the CPU Candidate after all. Anyway, do you know what happened? The Doctor says I have amnesia and I can't remember anything after today's breakfast we had together." Uni changed the topic to hide yet another blush caused by her Oracle's worry. It seems that her stay in this hospital will be filled with embarrassment.
The mention of amnesia was another thing that surprised Kei, but this time she managed to keep her mask intact as the boyish Oracle glanced towards Medic for confirmation. "She suffered severe head trauma, short-term memory loss iz not unexpected." The German professionally stated.
"Will she be okay?" Kei asked.
"She appears to have lost only a few hours, so ja, she'll be fine."
Feeling glad by the doctor's opinion, Kei turned back towards the hidden candidate. "How are you feeling Uni? You took a lot of punishment back there."
"I'm… actually fine, nothing's hurting anymore, though my hands and legs feel kinda funny." Under the blanket, Uni ran her hands around her arms, trying to feel the reason for such a strange feeling. Medic and Compa knew the reason of course, and Compa decided to voice it out.
"That might be from when Mister Medic started taping your bones together with duct tape." She said innocently, shocking both Kei and Uni.
"Huh?"
"That joke wasn't funny." Apparently Uni took this as a joke, only to see she just confused the oblivious nurse.
"Huh? Did I say something funny?"
It took the Lastationians a moment to realize that she wasn't joking at all…
Kei finally understood what Histoire meant by 'questionable ethics'.
"Ahh, much better!" A fully clothed Uni breathed out in relief. That was one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.
She's wearing the same clothes she usually wears; a black dress with milky blue lining, an odd belt-like piece with a bow behind it and a big circle with white lining connecting the dress to her collar. There's also the long fingerless black gloves with milky blue coloring at the top and similar short boots. On the left side she could be seen with a small device which was Lastation's portable gaming console.
"I'm still shocked that you can already walk." Noted Kei.
"All thanks to Mister Medic's creation!" Compa cheerfully chirped. The German in question had his back turned towards the CPU Candidate the whole time as she dressed herself up, using the time to wash off the blood from his hands.
"But if it's so miracle-working, then why… tape bones together?" Uni grimaced. She still thought it must be some sort of joke. "Your bones vere such a mess zhat it vas easier to put puzzles together." The German answered.
"I see…" Uni gave an uncertain response. Was she hurt that badly? There isn't even a scratch on her now, much less a broken bone. "So how did I end up here? Did something happen when I was out collecting Shares?"
Kei took a breath, deciding how she should relay the information to the CPU Candidate. "I'll answer that question. I don't know many details, but a few hours after you have left, you encountered some sort of muscular man and-" Suddenly her phone rang, the cheerful jingle slightly annoying the Oracle. "Excuse me." She pulled out her black smartphone. Gosh, who could call at such-
Oh…
It's Histoire.
"Hello, Histoire." The Lastation's Oracle greeted.
"G-Good day Kei. Is Medic or Compa with you? I need to talk to either of them, quickly." The fairy's voice was nervous, but firm. Frowning, Kei answered.
"Yes, they're with me. They're actually done already and Uni's alive and well. I must say, I am both impressed and grateful for their help, and yours."
"As glad I am, but I have little time and I need to talk with either of them as fast as possible. It's very important."
Now Kei grew confused. It's rare to see Histoire so worked up on something, especially if it's not related to Neptune. However Kei knows when to not ask questions, especially when the Planeptune Oracle practically indirectly saved Uni. "Medic, it's Histoire. She would like to talk to you." Kei handed her phone to the confused German. Everyone was confused but they kept silent as the merc placed the phone next to his ear.
"Yes, zhe Medic here."
"Doctor, I need you to pack up and get back here as fast as possible. We have an emergency."
In a dimly lit room, 4 figures stood around a futuristic table with various holograms shown above it. These figures were among the most powerful beings in Gamindustri, and the most feared ones, who stand as the leaders of the Arfoire Syndicate of International Crime.
The four CFWs.
"Seems like we're slowly losing control over Planeptune." One of them stated, her tone not bothered by it in the slightest. An almost nude woman with lilac-white skin, which she compliments with purple lipstick and golden yellow eyes, the left of which she covered with an eyepatch. Her hair was a bright neon pink, worn in pigtails with long spiked bangs framing her face. She wore black armor-type clothing with her outfit resembling a very revealing bikini attached on the sides by straps. In her hair were spiked pieces on both pigtails, along with a halo-like ornament above her head. On both arms she had more black armor resembling fingerless gloves that begin at her elbows. Her boots were also made of metal and began at her knees. She even had wings, spiked segments attached to each other with pink "blades" on the bottom of each one. For the imaginative, her clothing may seem like a twisted parody of the CPUs' outfits.
Her name is CFW Magic, the same reaper who single-handedly defeated and captured all 4 CPUs and a CPU Candidate.
"But it doesn't matter anyway. Try as they might, even if they take back one nation, there's nothing that can stop the gears that have already begun to turn." She said indifferently.
"Hahaha! You're really pathetic! Falling for such an obvious trap and then forced to self-destruct!" Another CFW mocked, this one named Trick. A drooling, dirty-yellow armored like being resembling either a pig, or possibly a lizard with an enormous tongue-like piece. He has a scaled tail, almost reminiscent to a snake's.
The target of Trick's mockery was the fixed and upgraded CFW Judge. This Felon went through a few changes, including cosmetics ones like trading his thick black armor for an even tougher silver one. The other visible change was a long barrel protruding from his left forearm.
CFW Trick's mockery worked as intended and the Judge's short fuse lit up. "You got a death wish, you pedophile!? I'll rip that ugly tongue out and shove it down your throat!" He threatened, pointing his silvery axe at his colleague.
"Hehehe! But it's me who upgraded you, and I can take you apart as well if you don't stop pointing your axe at me!" Judge's threats didn't work against one of the CFWs.
"I don't care! I'll grind you to mincemeat here and now!"
"Regardless, whether we can be stopped or not, we should interfere before they manage to rescue any more CPUs." The last CFW cut in before a fight could take place.
The last of the CFWs was named Brave. Like the Judge he's also a robot, but this one looks like a Gundam Tryon 3 taken out of the Gundam series.
"You don't need to worry about the CPUs, I have moved them to more secure locations already." Magic dismissed Brave's concern. "As for the freed CPU Candidate and her allies, I believe Judge would like to repay them a favor, isn't that right?" She asked the robot with a raised eyebrow.
If CFW Judge's mouth could move, it would shift into a sadistic grin. "Oh, yes! I need to check out my new chassis after all, mangling that weak candidate and her friends should keep me entertained for a while. Hehehehe." He chuckled as he imagined all sorts of things he would do to the lilac-haired weakling when he gets his hands on her.
CFW Brave's words brought him back from his reverie though. "Try not to get destroyed again, tricked or not it still brings shame to our title as the Criminals of the Free World."
"Tch! Their little tricks won't work against me, with these new upgrades I'm undefeatable!" Judge bragged, looking at his silver hand before clenching it. "Besides, most of her allies should be eating dirt by now." He added, at which Magic raised her eyebrow again.
"Ohh? You don't know? Those men and the two children managed to survive as well, unscratched I might add." She informed.
"What!? Impossible!" The killer robot raised his voice in shock.
"But it's true. While Trick repaired you, those men have been raiding our facilities in Planeptune day by day, slaughtering our men." Magic retorted.
The fellow CFW fell silent, processing the information. After a moment he suddenly started chuckling before turning it into full-blown laughter. "Ahahaha! I see, things have got even more interesting then, yes…" He really owes them a few favors, and he wants to pay them in full. Especially to the overweight bald man with the minigun and that thin man with the mask.
"And if the men won't come? What will you do then?" CFW Brave questioned.
"Rest assured, I'll make them come, if not them then at least the CPU Candidate." Magic confidently answered. "However, keep in mind that if you fail again, we won't save you whether you survive or not." She warned, her voice not losing her confidence.
"Everything for our goddess, eh?" CFW Judge folded his mighty arms.
"Yes. All for our queen... All for the Deity of Sin."
TF2 Dictionary:
Dry Push –
Term that describes when an attacking team rushes the defending team's last point without having an ÜberCharge ready. Usually attempted when the defending team also doesn't have an ÜberCharge and the attackers outnumber the defenders.
Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
Practicing Medicine
This chapter went through so much revisions that I lost count. Multiple times I went back to rewrite few scenes, add new or delete them or replace them to different spot. But it's finally over! And with that we're getting close to the Act I finale. What's it gonna be? What's it gonna be?
On a side note: My other fic: Advent of Future Force have now a beta-reader! Meet the BreadNotDead. A person who stayed with me since I began this fic.
Responses:
- Piggyslayer1235
Not gonna say anything about the Canadian Wizard, but Spy's head is still in the fridge. Smoking cigarettes as he waits for his death.
- Guest
Why should I blame it on anyone?
- BreadNotDead
Killing enemies is something that the girls won't do in a long time, they're too soft for that. Better leave the killing to the professionals. As for Nisa, not every teammate will be permanent. Few of them will come and go because of various reasons. In this case is the mercs' brutality that forced Nisa to leave.
- ARSLOTHES
Well, there you have it.
- Harmless Orange
