Witch of the Eighty-Sixth
Gabriella "Contrastellar" Agathon
But none of us are innocent; my scars are witnesses…
Does the silence accuse you, too?
Howdy hey! My name's Gabriella, and welcome to my first serious attempt at a crossover fanfic! Many of you, I hope, are return readers, so you know my whole thing about who I am as a semi-professional writer, musician, game developer and also full-time university student, while also being a part time employee at two different jobs at the same time. I'm currently studying Computer Science and Meteorology in the United States, and I've found myself having fallen in love with two franchises that I think can accompany one another quite well — Mobile Suit Gundam - The Witch from Mercury, and Eighty-Six.
For those of you who have found this work of fiction, and are here to see how on Earth I combine the two worlds of Eighty-Six and Witch from Mercury, I do hope that you're in for a treat. I'm also hoping that those of you who are taking a chance on me, don't find this foreword off-putting, as it is a habit of mine to put forewords on my works of fiction that end up being longer than just one-shots. Although my previous Eighty-Six fan-work, "The Eighty-Sixth Street Café" did not have one.
This fanfiction started as an idea that I bounced around for a Mobile Suit Gundam writer's edition zine, and ended up being the idea that I decided to not write about for that zine. In fact, as I'm writing this foreword, I'm actively neglecting to write for that Zine, despite the upcoming deadline for it. I'm hoping that as I write this story, I manage to find my own in writing both Eighty-Six, but also continue to shine through with my understanding of the characters of the Witch from Mercury, as I've developed as a writer in the last year since writing "Beyond the Prison Walls".
This is a story that I hope is true to the vision of Asato Asato, while also coming into my own niche inside the fandom. I do hope that you enjoy reading this, as I have enjoyed writing it.
I'm going to give a few thanks here, as I always do.
One — I'd like to thank my beta reader chat: Snazz, Kara, Josh and my lovely girlfriend Eris. They have been amazing supporters over the past year as I've gone ahead and written two long fics in the past year, and a plethora of smaller fan-works as I've developed as a writer. Without their support, it's unlikely that the story that you're about to read would ever have taken shape or turned out the way that it has. Thank you. Thank you for reading "Beyond the Prison Walls", "Shift Zero to One", and "Oneiric Red". And I hope you enjoy this story!
Two — I'd like to thank my professional enemy (or as my professor likes to call him, my nemesis) — Matthew "FlyAwayNow". Your challenges to me to do more and better with my writing has pushed me beyond what I thought was possible for me to do as a writer, and it means the world that you've somewhat taken me under your wing, and allowed me to work for you with "Black Sheep", and permitted my insanity that was that piece of fiction. Thank you.
Three — I'd like to thank you, the reader! Without whom, this fan-work would be lost, and the story would go unheard. I do hope that you enjoy this story, and continue to read it, as I update it. Thank you!
Summary: The Eighty-Sixth Sector of the Republic of San Magnolia. The crucible of death, where the Colorata of the nation have been persecuted and exiled. Many have died, and yet those who still live, do so in service to the nation, as the 'sub-human Processors' of the Republic's combat drone; the Juggernaut.
Captain Miorine Rembran, an Alba of the Republic of San Magnolia Armed Forces, is a so-called Handler of these Processors, and their fight against the endless Legion. She comes from a bloodline of well-to-do merchants in the Republic, and enlisted in the Armed Forces as soon as she was able, quickly climbing the ranks to become a Handler of the Eighty-Six. She is given the moniker of the "Princess of the Dogs", for her work and seemingly affection for the Eighty-Six.
The "Witch" of the Processors is a nameless, faceless Colorata of the Eighty-Sixth sector. Living her life as an exile from her homeland, and a warrior of circumstance.
There is no such thing as a clean war, and for those who know the secrets of this battlefield — what else could this life be, than a Curse?
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