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2036/02/23

Lake CW McConaughy Zauber Base
The Incubator watched with unblinking and uncaring eyes as the Zauber staff of Lake CW McConaughy slowly drowned in the icy waters that had flooded into the underwater base. It was a shame really; such a promising new venture and outpost that had just finished core construction. A veteran staff, experienced batteries, and some of the oldest MADO were now lying lost at the bottom of the lake-bed. The Incubator gave a shake of its head as it watched the last human bodies stop their futile struggle and search for non-existent air. It had all just been bad timing really.

The Angel had developed, moved, and evolved faster than predicted. The staff hadn't even had time to practice their new combat and evacuation procedures before the real thing had happened. The batteries had barely made it into the MADO before the Angel had ripped through the base into the MADO's pens. They were woefully unprepared or trained for combat that was soon taking place underwater. Once victorious against the MADO, the Angel had simply left; moving South West, likely towards the closest location with active MADO. A simple Angle type then that only sought destruction of MADO. Dangerous, but easy to track and plan against even for humans.

The Incubator began swimming through the hallways of cold water and floating corpses; making its way towards the deactivated MADO now outside the once protective metal shell of the base. The staff and batteries for this base were from Zauber HQ Colorado. The Incubator knew the chances of the new staff and newly contracted batteries of that base would have causalities if they didn't plan well for the coming Angel. It was a slight concern; too many batteries expiring limited future harvesting. However, those batteries were of unusual quality; perhaps they could make it through with no causalities despite the low probability. It wouldn't be the first time humans and batteries had surprised the Incubator before.

Spotting a clawed hole created by the Angel, the Incubator decided to use the newly made shortcut to reach its destination faster. Swimming through the hole into what once had been the main communications room, the Incubator paused its doggy paddling to see the numerous bodies floating in the room. Several paper files, thumb drives, and still ringing phones were scattered about the flooded room. Seemed these humans had done all they could to pass information to Zauber HQ. Pictures of the Angel, the likely route and speed the Angel was traveling on land towards Zauber HQ, reaching the location in approximately 12 hours, the core located in the center of the Angel had been exposed and damaged during the fighting. They had even sent an assessment on the Angel's capabilities; a moderate AT-Field, no long ranged attacks, effective in close-range combat, able to defeat several MADO in a confined space, ability to travel on land, sea, and possibly air.

All of the information looked to have been sent directly to the desk of Zauber HQ's new OO through an emergency link. The Incubator blink once before it resumed its doggy paddling through the corpses. The probability of casualties had decreased significantly. The humans had taken logical steps to ensure future survival, however it didn't understand why they had taken the time to give the Angel that had killed them a code name. AUSRINE.
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It was a shit day for Lissa Yang.

Had started off bad with her standard four-hour duty managing the guards at the booths in front of HQ. A stupid drunk construction worker had actually thrown a can of beer at her and her staff… he had lost a few teeth and was now in holding.

Then she had been forced to babysit and guide the boot Magical Girls (MG) around like a tour guide. It was a weird group by even MG standards, pfft, they even had two dudes, that was rare. One was even the supposed team leader; that was just hilarious. Those brats were replacing the old team that moved up North to Nebraska, along with most of the Zauber HQ staff. Lissa didn't know why exactly they moved besides setting up some new base, but it had been a train wreck around here ever since anyone and everyone that knew what they were doing had left the base.

Lissa hated traveling down the base's hallways now. Even with the gaggle of teens it had felt empty without seeing the normal number of staff walking around. The place was also just naturally creepy with how sterile and clinical the staff tried to keep everything. Just white steel walls with bold painted on arrows, lines, and letters in English telling people where to go; along with crisp horror movie like tilled floor like you'd see in an old hospital.

Right as she had almost finished the tour of the creepy hallways and cafeteria; all hell had broken lose. Alarms blared and panic voices called out though the speakers "Eminent Angel Attack! Eminent Angel Attack!"

Now she was shoving and yelling her way past scientist, techs, and engineers scrambling around her acquired group of teens. She was able to reach the "Ready Room." A fairly large conference room that was meant for the Pilots to prep-in. A large table with uncomfortable looking office chairs easily fitting a dozen people, a television monitor for briefs, a phone directly linked to the OO and engineers in charge of the MADO, and a vending machine.

This was the location she was supposed to take the deploying Pilots; and it seemed Zauber was shit out of luck if these boots were really the deploying team. Lissa knew these guys had only been in their MADO one time to see if the thing worked. Hadn't even summoned a weapon yet... they were all f*ck. Thankfully one of the males was a team leader. He had been training for a little longer; had at least practiced with her summoned weapon and magic.

It had been one hour since the alarms started sounding and thirty minutes before everyone realized it wasn't just another drill and that they had no actual trained Pilots to send out. It was a stupid mistake and shitty timing. But the team up North was still supposed to cover them. Lissa wondered what had happened… she had friends up there.

She stood awkwardly in the room now that all the Pilots were here. Unsure if she should go back to organizing her guards or staying with the teens. The MADO pen crews or the OO were supposed to manage them now. Should she just lead them to the pens? Procedure said that they were supposed to get a briefing from the OO here before heading there though…
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They were two souls, intruding upon the graveyard of the unburied; the shouting of slaughter having hushed into the rhythm of heavy boots trenching upon crimson slicked soil and the pounding beat of artillery a mere echo of carcass trails. She watches him struggle wordlessly, his face pale and beaded with perspiration, legs quivering and wobbling with each wheezing step. He's tired and hurt, breath shallow crescendos of ribs cutting into lungs and gaze weary with dawn's last wash of jaundice. Nevertheless, he doesn't let go of the arm hanging around his trembling shoulders; fingers stiff with fatigue clawing into the fabric of the figure's waist and hugging it close.

His foothold slips and barely able to uphold his own weight at the slightest tickle of a breeze he topples. Body plunging double over folded kneecaps and hands planting themselves in the dirt before his face in a heavy thud; figure lying motionless beside him. One tremble at a time the man begins to unwind at the seams, chest soon shaking with inconsolable grief as the grime on his cheeks mix with the salty rain from his eyes.

She takes a deep breath, eyes still fixated on the sharp angles of the man's shuddering shoulders.
"Why are you crying? You knew he would die."

It takes a while for the man to stop retching for oxygen, sobs being choked back behind gritted teeth and eyes taking cover in the fold of his arm.

"You're crying too." He then suddenly decides, voice at first not registering in her mind as it's too weak and too monotonous; too unlike his usual self.

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The road was an endless tarmac river stretching out beneath the spinning tires of the 1972 Ford Grand Torino, its usually heavily trafficked lanes now lying desolate in the wake of the blaring sirens. Foot heavy on the gas pedal she sped from lanky alleys to the shadows of skyscrapers to the grassy suburbs; the gritting of teeth and the cursing of 'having been tricked' drowning out under the deafening roar of the engine. Her bones ache and her ribs are cutting into her lungs and she can't breathe and everything just hurts, spins, hurts, spins. But she can't stop so instead she steps on it and drives the pedal to the floor, going full throttle towards the pyramid building surging up ahead; fingers tugging shut around the wheel in a renewed, more tight, iron grip.
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The elevator ride was a trudging experience, her body seemingly growing heavier for each floor passed. She realises half-way that she can't really feel her fingers, or knees for that matter. However, everything seems to settle again as the elevator grinds to a halt, eyes glancing up towards the open doors and shoulders slumping in the release of a gasp she didn't know she had been withholding.

I'm not crying.
Prepping a piece of pocky between her lips she takes off in a march towards the conference room, casually swinging the door open and walking inside once having reached the destination.
"Jeanne de Campo, operation officer." she brazenly declared, pocky bobbing stiffly from the corner of her chapped lips.
Throwing the pilots' individual files upon the table along with her tablet she steeled her jaw and turned to give the staff woman an affirming nod before glancing over the kids, eyes narrowing as she did so. "I've received information about an approaching enemy attack from the team Lake CW McConaughy up north. Estimated arrival is t-11 hours, the pattern is confirmed blue." a short pause was made "We can assume that the McConaughy staff has been wiped out as they've failed to stop the angel. Codename is Ausrine, it's close-range with moderate AT-field, able to take down several MADO at once in cramped spaces, ability to travel on land, water and possibly in air. The plan is to disable the AT-field then blast at its exposed core with a long-ranged attack. Any questions?".
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Today had been a fairly shitty day. Not his worst, perhaps, and really it was more annoying than anything else, but still hardly the sort of thing he'd call enjoyable. Being dragged around on a guided tour by an older woman who very much gave the impression that she'd rather be anywhere than here wasn't exactly at the top of his list of things he'd have liked to do, and being introduced to the other children he'd generously call his "coworkers" didn't exactly help the situation any. Hell, the tour wasn't all that helpful in of itself either with every hallway basically looking like the next and their tour guide, a miss Lissa Yang, speeding things along as fast as she could it wasn't like they were being given time to process everything either. One of the other pilots even looked like they couldn't be any older than thirteen. Child soldiers was one thing, but this just robbing the cradle. Warren spent most of this time being an ass, looking like he didn't want to be here exactly as much, if not more, than Yang, trailing in the back of the group with his shoulders hunched forwards and his hands shoved deep into his pockets while looking bored and doing his best to be as unsociable as possible. Of course he had to put a stop to that the moment the sirens started screaming all around them, jerking up to a tense alertness immediately as he glanced around briefly. This was a joke, right? A drill? There's no way that the universe could be conspiring to try and make this day worse.

But conspire it did. Despite seeming like the act of some cruel god in an uncaring world, there was indeed an Angel incoming, and quickly Warren began to tick up the rating of just how shitty today was and figured it'd go up a few more places before it was all over. Now, with everyone arranged inside some sort of conference room, all they could do was wait until Zauber got their shit together finally organized everything needed to send them out to risk their lives. Warren spent his time here leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting silently. He was used to being told to "hurry up and wait", and so he could manage an air of casualness about it, but being on the eve of an actual battle, his real first, not just a drill or training, laced an otherwise familiar task with a sort of nervous energy that he released through the drumming of his fingers against his arms and the quiet tapping of one foot.

To Zauber's credit, it didn't take too long for the Operations Officer, their nominal boss, to arrive. He'd seen worse, at the very least. She strode in with confidence, introducing herself quickly and moved straight to business. A straightforward one then. His mental rating of Jeanne de Campo rose up just a slight bit more. If she wasn't going to play around, then he could at least give her the same in response. Pushing himself off the wall to walk towards the center table a few steps, he glanced down at the files she'd tossed at the table, and noticing that they were labelled as their personnel files, he assumed introductions weren't greatly necessary. He took a brief moment to process the information she'd provided, narrowing his eyes briefly as he bit the inside of his cheek in thought before speaking. "Where will we be engaging it? If it's already proven that it can take down several MADOs in close quarters, maybe the city isn't the best place for this. Will we have support?" He glanced back towards the other pilots, moving from face to face as he wondered if they were going to manage.
 
And to think, Katya mused to herself, the tour of the facility wasn't the highlight of the day.

Zauber HQ had been a rather fun field trip for Katya Kovalanko, her twin drill hair bobbing gracefully as she walked with a certain pep in her step. She couldn't be more disinterested in the scientific staff nor the actual layout and design. That was all just the boring parts to her; the peas and potatoes of the meal. The meat was of course the security force. Sleek black armor and uniforms, state of the art weapons and gear. The way their helmets completely covered their face was meant to intimidate anyone who meant to attack the facility. She had a major fixation on them, whether they noticed it or not. She also shot a few glances at their handler, Lissa. Not exactly her type, but Katya could make do. She spent the majority of the trip focused on the security detail and trying to at least memorize some of the facility layout, rather then how Lissa moved in her skirt. Which would have made Lissa the dessert of the trip.

As it stood, she had jumped when the alarm had gone off. And the slight adrenaline rush quickly tapered off into her stomach sinking into her shoes at the realization that it wasn't a drill. It was a legit angel attack. Without uttering a word she followed the group closely, ducking, dodging and weaving between other staff as they seemed to make their way to a particular room. To her, and by extension she assumed the others, the hallways of Zauber began to blend together as they rushed through the facility. It felt like only seconds until they were at their destination. Some kind of conference room. Large table, several chairs, even a vending machine. She took a seat close to the head of the table.

She had begun to turn to face Lissa to ask a question when a new face entered the room, followed with identifying themselves as the operations officer, Jeanne. A looker as well, but the candy hanging out of her mouth made her look like she was trying to hard. Katya couldn't place her finger on it but the idea they were taking orders from someone acting like this was from a bad cartoon. Her attractiveness at least made up for it. Jeanne was quick to give a simple explanation of what they were up against. Ausrine. Close range combat. She shuddered to think what would happen if she summoned a melee weapon and had to fight an angel up close. The fact flittered through her head that they were already claiming it was powerful; whereas this team was all a bunch of new pilots. The team leader, an effeminate looking boy, probably was the only one who might have been more experienced. There were a few other cute girls in the room, and one guy who almost screamed emo to her. She would saver flirting for after the mission, instead lisztening to the next speaker, the emo looking guy.

He asked reasonable questions. Support would be nice and fighting outside the city would be even better. Then again...

"Maybe fighting in the city might work in our favor. The damages would suck to repair but the buildings could give us somewhere to hide if things go south?" She didn't mean to phrase if like a question, but that was how it had come out as she switched her focus from Lissa, Jeanne and the emo guy. She still managed to peek a few more risque glances further down on the operations commander, even though she was trying to behave herself.
 
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dd21fg4-2533c225-5d9b-406a-acd7-ecf87469e14e.png(current outfit she's wearing)Kristi never imagined she be in a place like this let alone a pilot. It was all surreal. The tour had been....well not that great she didn't know what she was expecting but she at least was expecting a more proper tour guide who would at least pretend to want to be here. Not that this place really looked all that spectacular every hall looked practically the same. Kristi at this point had become utterly bored. She glanced around at the other pilots. They all seem nice enough except for the boy that was walking behind the rest seeming not wanting to be sociable. She glanced back at him, he seemed to be in a worst mood then Ms. Yang. Kristi turned her attention away from the boy to pay attention to Ms. Yang when suddenly alarms went off and panic voices blared through the speakers.

"Eminent Angel Attack! Eminent Angel Attack!"

An Angel was attacking now?! Well, there was no way they were going to make the new pilots fight it right? Ms. Yang had lead them all into a conference room the and the moment Kristi sat down another woman walked in and introduced herself.

"Jeanne de Campo, operation officer. I've received information about an approaching enemy attack from the team Lake CW McConaughy up north. Estimated arrival is t-11 hours, the pattern is confirmed blue. We can assume that the McConaughy staff has been wiped out as they've failed to stop the angel. Codename is Ausrine, it's close-range with moderate AT-field, able to take down several MADO at once in cramped spaces, ability to travel on land, water and possibly in air. The plan is to disable the AT-field then blast at its exposed core with a long-ranged attack. Any questions?"

Many, Kristi thought to herself. They were seriously going to have to go out there and fight that thing. Before Kristi could really process well.....anything the dark hair boy and the girl with the spiral pigtails spoke up. They sure seem to know what they were talking about. Kristi suddenly stood up. "Wait so we're seriously going to have to fight that thing even though we've only been in our MADOs once??" She probably sounded like a scared kid right now but damnit this was a legit concern. And she couldn't be the only one thinking this right? Then again those two jumped right in with important questions. She gripped her dress, maybe she should of just kept quiet.
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Taichi Nozome had been one of few recruits to have been brought to the base fresh out of training. Taichi had come to this base not because the fate of humanity hung in the balance, but because she had a person she needed to protect. This would be the first time she would carry the torch passed down to her from the girl she loved, and fight in her stead. If anything was to be said about Taichi's first day on an actual mission, it's that she was ready, even with the short training she had. One recruit was panicking about not having enough practice to handle this mission ( animegirl20 animegirl20 )

"Even if we are unprepared, some of us are here to fight in order to protect what we hold dear to us. I will fight even if I had no practice to begin with. " Taichi would say, before heading to the groom's exit.

"I'll go out myself if no one else is ready for this. "
 
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Calm and collected. The two words were constantly uttered in Rin’s mind as she made her way to the rest of the pilots. Regardless of the gut-wrenching fear that held her in a firm grasp, she had to remain “calm and collected.” An angel had finally descended upon this world, ready to unleash its wrath upon innocent, unsuspecting civilians. As if they hadn’t had enough--truly, what will these creatures do once they have decimated what used to be flourishing civilizations. What then? Must we suffer this endless torment, living everyday like it's our last?

Rin shook her head, stopping in her tracks to regather her thoughts. Regaining her composure is vital before stepping into a room with her fellow pilots, she must act as if she has everything under control. Rin, you do have everything under control. All we have to do is destroy this threat and then go about our days as normal. As much as Rin would like that to be the case, she knows very well it’s not.

Upon entering the room, the tense atmosphere was enough to metaphorically hit Rin in the face. Yet, despite it all, Rin carried herself with a certain maturity. Even though we may not have properly used our MADOs in such a situation, surely there was a sliver of hope they could hold onto. 'Hope' that they would make it out alive.

Ausrine… The name of that infernal clump of shit. Did Rin really know what horrors awaited her upon signing the contract? Only a fool would run out and try to attack this thing with all of their might. Bad enough the thing took out an entire squadron of magical girls. Would they end up as its next victims?

"I'll go out myself if no one else is ready for this." ( Gundam Watcher 27 Gundam Watcher 27 )

Who is this girl and why did she think rushing into this was going to be a great idea. Additionally, creating potential enemies with your group isn’t the smartest thing to do, is it?

What Ms. Campo proposed was sufficient and should be an effective strategy, but how will they divide this work among them? Who will attack and who will defend? Rin shook her head subconsciously while she took a few seconds to think. It was not like they had anyone else for the job, she supposed. Maybe this will truly be the end she had initially desired.

“Very well. No questions from me.” Rin replied, flicking her bangs away from her purple eyes and tucking a strand of pearl-white hair behind her ear. This “Ausrine” angel was going to be the cause of mass destruction and they were just going to sit around and do nothing? Well… it’s now or never. Every second wasted is a second that would have counted in their victory.
 
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Steve FreelingIt had been neither his best day nor his worst. If Steve had to say so himself, it had been more perplexing than anything. Ever the student of human behavior, he couldn't help noticing the way Ms. Yang treated the tour. It's like she either doesn't want us here or doesn't know what to do with us. I mean, I guess I get it. They sent her trained team up north and here we are instead, a bunch of rooks. Arguably even more jarring was the only other male, Warren Novack's behavior. I've never seen him do anything but scowl the whole time we've been here. Granted, this is a pretty tense situation. If we can't defeat the Angels, we have no future. Steve wasn't scowling himself, but he did generally keep a straight face aside from looking perplexed at some of the behavior around him. Katya Kovalenko seemed to have an all-seeing eye. I can feel her eyes on me. Is she checking all of us out? Kristi Carr seemed to be handling this as best she could. She seems to be handling this pretty well, considering how dry the tour's been. Taichi Nozome was... Huh. I guess she's ready for what's to come. We kind of have to be, don't we? There was also Catherine Fitzgerald who seemed to have everything under control. Does she really, though? Before he could think on it much further, the alarm blared, announcing an Angel attack. I better let the people closest to me know to get to safety. He produced a smartphone from his pocket. First was his girlfriend, Wendee Glass, who meant the world to him. I made a promise to God that I'd protect her forever and that's a commitment I fully intend to honor.
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Honey? We're going to war. You should get to a shelter ASAP.
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I will. Thanks for telling me.
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But of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?
That just leaves Dad. He ran through his contacts until he came to his father's listing. Ezekiel "Zeek" Freeling was Steve's father. They didn't have much time for each other anymore, but they were still on good terms.
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We're going to war, Dad. You should take Mom and everyone and head to a shelter ASAP.
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Will do. Thanks, son.
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You're welcome.
With that, he put the phone back in his pocket. All taken care of. Now we wait. The wait to be briefed wasn't terribly long, but the atmosphere was still rather tense due to the fact that this situation was pretty new to all of them, even Steve himself as the team leader, who was essentially a Zauber officer and knew more about this than his fellow pilots. After a few minutes, Operations Officer Jeanne de Campo arrived announcing herself with a Pocky stick dangling between her lips. His heart dropped hearing about what happened. It killed all of them just like that. It would seem "Ausrine" had won. Ever the optimist, however, Steve had another idea. We've got somethin' for him, though. We will win. We have to. There were some very valid questions put forward, such as whether or not to fight this thing in the city and whether or not they should fight this thing with little to no preparation. Taichi also commented on having someone to protect. Some of us do. Catherine's behavior struck him as that of someone who cared very little, if at all for themself. I hope this isn't going to be a problem later. I can't have pilots dying on me because they didn't care enough about staying alive. This seemed pretty straightforward to Steve.
"Well, it's pretty simple. If we can't defeat the Angels, we have no future. Still, there's no fate but what we make for ourselves, right?" A deep voice echoed through the room as determination entered the boy's blue eyes. The voice had caught many people off-guard who had expected something else. It was true that Steve had largely inherited his looks from his mother. Not even Steve would deny that. Some had even found it surprising that he had a girlfriend. One had even thought he was a very tall girl who'd cut her hair. He'd never considered it that big a deal, though. He actually tended to derive some humor from such behavior. In any case, he took a moment to give Kristi some words of encouragement, giving her direct eye contact and gently clapping her on the shoulder although the words could easily be meant for everyone. "It's scary but I know you can do it. I have faith in you." Every word was sincere and one could easily hear the conviction in the redhead's voice as he said this.
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She felt the nerves start to rise and twitch inside of her. So many questions, so many valid concerns. It would have been easier if they had been unquestioning soldiers and just said “Yes, Ma’am!” You couldn’t expect that from kids as young as these though. They had doubts, worries, and fears. It was all natural and all normal.

All unneeded and all an annoyance for her to deal with. Adding on to her already strained nerves. As if things weren’t hard enough. Why couldn’t they just follow orders without questions? Why did they have to be kids?

“We will engage the Angel two miles outside the city proper. Far enough away where you won’t be in anywhere tight, but close enough for long range artillery support. Hopefully some of you will have ranged MADO weapons as well.”
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Jeanne de Campo looked each pilot in the eyes as she spoke. She prayed they saw no doubt or weakness in her eyes.

“If ranged attacks don’t work, we will fall back to the city. You’ll have the best support there and that will be our last stand… if it gets to that point.”
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She focused her gaze on the smallest one. A little girl. Scared like any normal and sane little girl would be.

“You’re stronger than you know. We wouldn’t have made you a pilot if we didn’t have complete faith that you could do this. Believe in yourself and you will make it through this.” Jeanne lied to the little girl. First time pilots died all the time. If the Angel got close, she didn’t expect more than half to make it. Especially the younger ones.
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She turned to the short white haired one. Taichi something.

“Your spirit is good but fall in line. I didn’t say you could leave.” The older woman glared. She needed this group to have some semblance of order. If they all did their own thing, they would just be picked off one by one.

“Once we’re done, you’ll get changed into plug suits and go to your MADO. Once I say you can.”
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Jeanne nodded at the long white haired one, Catherine something. At least one of them seemed solid.

“You all should follow her example.”
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She turned to the supposed team leader. She didn’t know much about the male, but he didn’t look the part, His words were fine if uninspired and stereotypical. She wasn’t sure if he would be able to control this group. His name was Steve something.

“Team leader. I expect you to keep everyone in line.”
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She turned her heels at those final words. Plenty of other work needed her attention.

"Your plug suits should be coming soon. Once they arrive Officer Yang will take you to the pins.” Jeanne left, her heels clicking down the hallways. A thousand other tasks on her mind.

Lissa Yang supposed those were her orders and gave a “Yes, Ma’am! Good Afternoon Ma’am!” Old instincts in the proper military coming back to her. After a few moments a sweat, oil covered engineer came and handed her a box before taking off again. Inside were name marked plug suits of different colors and patterns. She placed the box on the conference table.

“Here are you’re suits! Get suited up! There are changing rooms in the back.” The older woman pointed to a door at the other end of the room. Inside the room were several walls and screens for privacy so the pilots could change.
 
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Jeanne would say her heart was in the right place, but follow the protocol. Why should Taichi wait? She was ready to fight, until the commander mentioned their Plug Suits are still being delivered, she also needed the okay to be going out.
"Fine, I will wait."
She sounded agitated though.

Being told to follow another pilot's example though? She doesn't need to conform to another pilot's way of following orders. She could understand if it was Sayaka in charge, but otherwise...
She would quickly look to the other candidates. Rin, she had longer hair and a slightly larger chest than her. Taichi felt a little insecure standing next to her.

There was a red haired girl too-
"Well, it's pretty simple. If we can't defeat the Angels, we have no future. Still, there's no fate but what we make for ourselves, right?" A deep voice echoed through the room as determination entered the boy's blue eyes. The voice had caught many people off-guard who had expected something else. It was true that Steve had largely inherited his looks from his mother. Not even Steve would deny that. Some had even found it surprising that he had a girlfriend. One had even thought he was a very tall girl who'd cut her hair. He'd never considered it that big a deal, though. He actually tended to derive some humor from such behavior. In any case, he took a moment to give Kristi some words of encouragement, giving her direct eye contact and gently clapping her on the shoulder although the words could easily be meant for everyone. "It's scary but I know you can do it. I have faith in you." Every word was sincere and one could easily hear the conviction in the redhead's voice as he said this.
Well this is awkward. A trap amongst our group.

Taichi would sigh.
Faith is something that means little in combat. What matters is speed and skill.

Taichi would remember that she shouldn't act hostile towards the others though. They are her allies after all. Still, she wished Sayaka was here, if only just to see her off and wish her luck.

The plug suits would be brought in a few seconds later, before they were given the go ahead for getting into them. Taichi grabbed her suit; It was White, with a Sapphire jewel in the center of the chest area. Blue tron lines were lined from the shoulders and hips down towards the hands and feet, and a short pink skirt covered the waist area.

... I asked for a black plug suit Goddamnit. I will have to ask for modifications later.

Taichi would go into one of the changing rooms, before taking off her clothes.

(For Comedic effect: Warning, Slight NSFW and cursing)
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Someone opened the door to the changing room she was in, before Taichi covered her goods up and glared at the pervert who went in by accident.
"Get the Fuck out before I stab you!"
The pervert left as Taichi locked the door and finished up with changing.
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Taichi would exit the room in her Plug Suit, looking at her uniform with unease.

"It's kind of.... Unusually tight, if that's any way to explain the Plug Suit I'm wearing. Is this a newer model or something? "
She asked Jeanne.​
 

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