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The MK-II M's partner wasn't in the air by its side. Instead, the Virgola's navy blue silhuoette awaited on the shoreline below, already unholstering - or rather, unslinging - its oversized, rectangular brick of a weapon from the storage mount on the rear of its hip. Wrestling the Gunnery Carver...

"Think happy thoughts. Right. How helpful." The Virgola hurriedly returned to the relative safety of the building’s shadow as Kenneth quietly processed Johanna's advice. The things she was saying - though he didn't doubt her sincerity, it was decidedly difficult to see how a positive attitude...

Unit 2's shots cut through the veil of powder, punching a pair of holes through the gradually dispersing shroud. One round completely missed, continuing uninterrupted into the sky. The other did not - at least not entirely, as it scraped past the Virgola's right arm with a loud screech. As the...

Fortunately for her, the Weissritter's pilot didn't have to wait very long. Virgola Unit 1 trudged towards the abandoned city's outskirts, sensors searching the empty streets and buildings for signs of movement. The mobile weapon had evidently seen better days - the logical result of six months...

"DAMMIT!" Bertrade roared with a truly uncharacteristic fury as the injured Ascalon disappeared into the distance. The barrage of suppressive fire from the Zechariahs was ignored in favor of the more immediate threat as she refocused her attention on the Wildschwein, preparing to counterattack...

An alert flashed on the central console, highlighting the now-destroyed arm in red on the display. That attack had failed - was she somehow too slow? Or was the enemy pilot experienced enough to sense it coming? Intuition was such a silly thing. She could never seem to get it right in her...

"Lance Corporal De Bougher," Bertrade noted, evidently relieved. "Your assistance is-" A system alert pulled her attention away briefly. High-energy reaction? But what- A bright flash of crimson. Bertrade brought up a hand, instinctively shielding her eyes as she adjusted course slightly. A...

The destroyed Tri-Drivers spun out into space, reduced to scrap, and the Beautifra blasted past their remains, blades meeting blades in a burst of light. In a battle of agility, the Wildschwein remained noticeably inferior - and it seemed Bertrade had learned her lesson from the previous...

Bertrade broke away from the blade-lock, the Beautifra accelerating from its dead halt back into little more than a constantly turning blur within the blink of an eye - though not before an electromagnetically-accelerated slug left a sparking wound in the machine's side near its hip, having...

The Ritter's shots failed to connect as the Beautifra dodged and jinked through the stream of bullets at blinding speeds, with several shots coming tantalizingly close to connecting - but alas, it was simply too fast, always managing to vanish out from under what seemed like certain hits at the...

It didn't take long at all. A distant, infinitesimal pinprick made itself distinct from the void, easily mistaken for a distant star - at least initially. Yet, as the watchful eyes of the Wildschwein would no doubt notice, it was growing brighter with each passing second. The slim, streamlined...

Kenneth looked up, messily wiping the wetness from his face and eyes, shakily inhaling life back into his lungs. The hazy landscape before him proved unfamiliar. But the voice and the occasional visions of the demonic knight beyond the veil were telltale indicators of her identity, and he...

Name: Bertrade Agralaya Age: 30 Gender: Female Height: 5’ 8” Weight: 133 lbs Eye Color: Light Brown Hair Color: Grey Ethnicity: Xenos Appearance: Other Information: Not much of note. Can't fight in person and would much prefer if bioroids did her dirty work. Biography: The Circle’s resident...

As his shot - his shot - lanced out to strike the Aldebaros fleet, Kenneth simply watched, seemingly stunned by the looming possibility. Even as the knight's rained blazing energy on his position, he barely responded, nudging the Virgola away as molten gashes of atomized material were carved...

Kenneth pulled the Virgola back away from the solid bullets as they fell. The machine responded slightly slower than he expected - that hit to the hip earlier might've done something to the joint. The shots scraped by in bursts of sparks, sending vibrations through the machine's frame and up the...