19日 6月 YE 46
Floating like a newly forming star suspended in cosmic hydrogen, Hoshi pushed her head into her hands. While in the Type 33 pod, she was gripping her pink knees wearing nothing but the Star Army fanny pack which stowed her SiZi and a hair tie at the nape of her neck. For months she had felt the sensation that the mecha was actually her own body, as the THOUGHT software was meant to do, but she squeezed herself as one last reminder of who she really was before the control interface fully transposed her intentions onto the machine she was within. Her mecha's hands reflexively clasped and unclasped around the long-range rifle it carried as she slowly lost control of her own body and her movement became the mecha's instead. From its shoulders, shielding wings spread out that were meant to both protect the body of the armor and provide a rest for the butt of her gun.
Dotting the space around Hoshi like a stellar nursery, her team's life signs were specks of light and readouts alike. Not all of them were buoyed in pods like Hoshi was. Those without digital brains like the Nepleslians of the group were in Type 32 pods with analog controls, though Molli's had been modified. William's, too, had been a joint project by Nepleslian engineers and Ketsurui Fleet Yards to integrate weapons systems that the ID-SOL would be comfortable with. Its iconic Nepleslian monoeye and green and blue paintjob set it out from the group of mostly silvery periwinkle mecha. The exception was the red and white livery that donned the tallest mecha, that of their trainer and the Kaiyo's first officer. Having used an immersion system in her Kirie since birth, Ketsurui Aiko had been a thoughtful and knowledgable teacher. She had not just taught them the basics, but how to be better than proficient in those months of training.
Recalling the months of training, Hoshi thought back to what she had done and what she would and wouldn't miss about being on the giant Izanagi class, the YSS Battle of Elysia. Days on the YSS Battle of Elysia usually began with paperwork and working with the engineers before she'd take a swim and grab some lunch. In that time they had trained every afternoon, learning at first how to take wavering, shaky steps together before moving on to running, jumping, and even thrusting and flying together. They had punched the air, then swung sabers, then eventually sparred. At first as simple as interfacing with the software and analog controls for some, it had gradually escalated in demand on the trainees. Thankfully, afternoon training sessions ended with a quick shower then dinner at the tiki-themed bar, sushi place, and on special occasions Heaven's Sake. Nightly dinners together had kept the crew of the Kaiyō close, even without the confines of their home. A bit of that home had been with them in the presence of their MEGAMI, Boss, who had grown more comfortable in having her sprite-like body off of her own ship while it was dry-docked on Tami. Sometimes Hoshi had sped off after dinner to spend the night with Nicholas Saiga and even went to Tami at times to see the sunrise and feed the yaks and other animals before racing back and starting the day on the giant city-sized ship once more.
Now, while the mecha lined the edge of the Izanagi's stern hangar bay, Boss was able to speak with each mecha's CIES and their pilots.
"The Elly's captain has cleared us for launch," the familiar MEGAMI said into comms.
"Launching," Hoshi said, tipping her toes down so that feet slipped of the edge of the bay's lip.
Below them was the middle of the planet of Urtullan's only continent. Though an ocean surrounded it, there was still a dry desert below. Amidst the washed out topography was a staticy blue set of circles that looked like bubbles from this distance. They were the pressure force field domes that kept the colony on Urtullan able to breathe. Outside of them the air was caustic and sulfuric and everyone had rebreathers in their butt or seat packs. As they drew closer, the ever-changing sand swept dunes were pockmarked with the most recent of the Mevar core worms' holes and burrows. The sun was setting—when the team knew the hangar to Urtullan's mecha facility would be opened for the behemoth machines to be deployed— and they were aiming for that marked position just on the periphery of the northern-most dome. Today the culmination of their mission was to find and destroy those mecha the people of this planet had built before the NMX forces picked them up and used them against the Kikyo Sector in the war. With only a minute left for their free-fall, Hoshi engaged inertial dampers and thrusters, controlling her descent as her mecha's head looked around, making sure others were able to do so as well.
Floating like a newly forming star suspended in cosmic hydrogen, Hoshi pushed her head into her hands. While in the Type 33 pod, she was gripping her pink knees wearing nothing but the Star Army fanny pack which stowed her SiZi and a hair tie at the nape of her neck. For months she had felt the sensation that the mecha was actually her own body, as the THOUGHT software was meant to do, but she squeezed herself as one last reminder of who she really was before the control interface fully transposed her intentions onto the machine she was within. Her mecha's hands reflexively clasped and unclasped around the long-range rifle it carried as she slowly lost control of her own body and her movement became the mecha's instead. From its shoulders, shielding wings spread out that were meant to both protect the body of the armor and provide a rest for the butt of her gun.
Dotting the space around Hoshi like a stellar nursery, her team's life signs were specks of light and readouts alike. Not all of them were buoyed in pods like Hoshi was. Those without digital brains like the Nepleslians of the group were in Type 32 pods with analog controls, though Molli's had been modified. William's, too, had been a joint project by Nepleslian engineers and Ketsurui Fleet Yards to integrate weapons systems that the ID-SOL would be comfortable with. Its iconic Nepleslian monoeye and green and blue paintjob set it out from the group of mostly silvery periwinkle mecha. The exception was the red and white livery that donned the tallest mecha, that of their trainer and the Kaiyo's first officer. Having used an immersion system in her Kirie since birth, Ketsurui Aiko had been a thoughtful and knowledgable teacher. She had not just taught them the basics, but how to be better than proficient in those months of training.
Recalling the months of training, Hoshi thought back to what she had done and what she would and wouldn't miss about being on the giant Izanagi class, the YSS Battle of Elysia. Days on the YSS Battle of Elysia usually began with paperwork and working with the engineers before she'd take a swim and grab some lunch. In that time they had trained every afternoon, learning at first how to take wavering, shaky steps together before moving on to running, jumping, and even thrusting and flying together. They had punched the air, then swung sabers, then eventually sparred. At first as simple as interfacing with the software and analog controls for some, it had gradually escalated in demand on the trainees. Thankfully, afternoon training sessions ended with a quick shower then dinner at the tiki-themed bar, sushi place, and on special occasions Heaven's Sake. Nightly dinners together had kept the crew of the Kaiyō close, even without the confines of their home. A bit of that home had been with them in the presence of their MEGAMI, Boss, who had grown more comfortable in having her sprite-like body off of her own ship while it was dry-docked on Tami. Sometimes Hoshi had sped off after dinner to spend the night with Nicholas Saiga and even went to Tami at times to see the sunrise and feed the yaks and other animals before racing back and starting the day on the giant city-sized ship once more.
Now, while the mecha lined the edge of the Izanagi's stern hangar bay, Boss was able to speak with each mecha's CIES and their pilots.
"The Elly's captain has cleared us for launch," the familiar MEGAMI said into comms.
"Launching," Hoshi said, tipping her toes down so that feet slipped of the edge of the bay's lip.
Below them was the middle of the planet of Urtullan's only continent. Though an ocean surrounded it, there was still a dry desert below. Amidst the washed out topography was a staticy blue set of circles that looked like bubbles from this distance. They were the pressure force field domes that kept the colony on Urtullan able to breathe. Outside of them the air was caustic and sulfuric and everyone had rebreathers in their butt or seat packs. As they drew closer, the ever-changing sand swept dunes were pockmarked with the most recent of the Mevar core worms' holes and burrows. The sun was setting—when the team knew the hangar to Urtullan's mecha facility would be opened for the behemoth machines to be deployed— and they were aiming for that marked position just on the periphery of the northern-most dome. Today the culmination of their mission was to find and destroy those mecha the people of this planet had built before the NMX forces picked them up and used them against the Kikyo Sector in the war. With only a minute left for their free-fall, Hoshi engaged inertial dampers and thrusters, controlling her descent as her mecha's head looked around, making sure others were able to do so as well.
- OOC Notes
- Wakusei means planets and is also an archaic term for a contender who is not well known but has potential or a dark horse.