Re: [Mission 13] Ghost Towns
Kyoto Suburbs, Yamatai - 0600 Hours
BEEP BEEP BEEP
That was the sound which Helen woke to, as she looked to the side of her bed, finding that her
favorite pupil had risen before her. She did have work to do, she was in the paperwork phase of her SAINT training, having already mastered the arts of assassination, combat, and concealment. There was a small frown across the purple-lipstick-smeared lips of Helen as she rose from bed, sweeping her hair back out of her gaze as she shut off the alarm clock. Slipping her feet into her fuzzy slippers, she strode through the suburban home she kept for herself, as she went about her morning routine in preparation to give her farewells to the Eucharis crew.
Showered, teeth brushed, hair fixed, make-up applied, Helen was nearly ready for her day as she sat in her modest dining-room which adjoined her kitchen. A bowl of milk-soaked 'Antimatter-O's' was before her, with an assortment of metallic pellets poured into the bowl as well. She dined comfortably, finishing the bowl of cereal, before moving onto a data pad which she kept on the table as well. She began to thumb through the news... that was, until there was a distinctive 'Tap Tap Tap' at her window. She had not decided on attire yet, so she tightened her plush black robe around her body before she stood and stepped to the window which was placed above the kitchen sink. She looked to see what was causing the tapping, before her window burst and a parasite lept at her face. Her reactions were purely muscle memory at that point, as she pivoted half through those well trained muscles, and half with gravity manipulation as she dodged the parasite, before instinctively reaching to the knife-block which was upon her counter. A tenth of a second later, there was a meat cleaver embedded in the fine marble counter-top, along with a parasite which had been brutally eviscerated by the kitchen implement.
A disgusted sigh left Helen's lips, as she grasped a pair of tongs, and used them to deliver the remains of the parasite into the Emfratec™ cooker which was on her counter-top. She turned it to the self-clean setting after latching it shut. With the device activated, and the parasite in the process of being vaporized, Helen strode back to her bedroom after latching her outdoor shutters to seal off her broken window. She remotely handled the other shutters, before she went about packing grabbing her S.H.T.F bag, putting it over her shoulders before grasping the saddle-bag she used for the Lo-Moto motorcycle she kept in her garage. Loading it with all the essentials of her trade, she finished off her preparation for the drive to Kyoto Starport with a sawed-off Type 28 SMG placed in her hip holster.
As she finished packing, she looked to her data pad, seeing the news report which she had just finished experiencing first hand. “At least we still have communications...” she mumbled before she placed a transmission through PANTHEON, checking in with Kyoto Starport, before she locked up her house and bid it farewell once again, of course after making sure her 'roast' was done. It was a somber moment for her, never did she have the simple luxury of a nice time off... she concluded, there was only one thing to do, her job and she was going to go where the action inevitably was; with that Princess.
Clad in the classic SAINT attire of choice, a form-hugging black bodysuit with SAINT unit patches exposed (for once), Helen placed her saddle-bags on her motorcycle, donned her helmet, and placed a semi-automatic shotgun in the side-holster of her bike before climbing on and driving out of her garage through the remote-controlled sheet-durandium door which lifted and shut for just long enough for her to drive out.
As she drove, she kept a sharp eye upon the road, and she watched for any hostiles as she placed a call ahead.
Helen Klein said:
To: Shosho Hanako
From: Helen Klein
Shosho, I am lacking orders at this time which would have me leave your crew. Since I am without a ride off surface, and there is an apparent duty to be carried out in this time of conflict, I humbly request to be permitted to continue service aboard your ship. If you do not desire my service, then I request to be permitted aboard your ship as a passenger until I am able to meet with the YC-28.
Forgive the direct nature of my message, I am preoccupied with driving, we can work out details later, have to go, zombies.
A distinctive and sickening 'CRUNCH' sounded as Helen clothes-lined a Yamataian child which was running at her motorcycle with an ax in hand. Her flesh of hemosynth and steel was unsympathetic to the situation which had befallen the wretched civilian, as she tore head from shoulders and continued to ride on.
As she rode, she thought to her friends on the planet, and she felt a momentary sickening feeling of worry, something she rarely had but for that moment she gave in to that dread of loss. It motivated her though, it motivated her to do her job, to make sure that if they were safe, they'd remain that way. She felt some comfort with her resolve, as she navigated the roads to the Starport.