Power

New School Blues

  With a twist and yank I felt the vertebrae disconnect and dropped the grunt on the ground; grabbing his hemlock and taking stock of my munitions I pushed deeper into the facility. I didn't look back. With a quick stab into the wall with a Pulse Blade I identified the surrounding environment and kicked off the wall jumping to the monorails and slipped past the delivery opening in the wall above the factory room door listening to the IMC grunts below.

"We have Frontier terrorists coming in from the east. Confirmed pilots, our job is to secure this room and make sure no farm boy grunts get through those doors. If we can hold them off until 1600 we'll be able to crush them under our own titan reinforcements." stated a bulked up man holding what my helmet pinged as a Devotion.

His unit nodded between themselves and hefted their weapons, I saw a Kraber and of course IMC standard Hemlocks. I was going to drop in when my helmet pinged. "Pilot, unknown aerial signatures detected, recommend you return at once" a femanine voice monotone in my helmet. With a sigh as I looked at the target terminal "One minute BD, I can see the objective."

Smiling under my helmet I stood up and rolled my neck, holding my Pulse blade in my off hand I took a breath, and stepped off the monorail.

Now, I had seen a lot of things described as 'Trial by Fire' including teaching new pilots to trust their titans by having them fast ball their pilots away before Kane to avoid turning them into burnt smears on the ground with his Scorch. But guiding Orimura through the halls of the school after we got off the tram and speeding to his first class to avoid the stares of the female population of the school was sadistic. I owe a drink to whoever came up with this plan.

Once I was certain the school staff weren't going to shuffle through the kids bags after getting them to his designated room I started to follow at a distance my steps light and quiet as could be. Once we made it to his classroom I grabbed his shoulder, making him jump. "Listen closely, I'm only with you today as I'm determining the threat to your life brought by your classmates." he nodded numbly at me, his eyes twitched towards my kill markers. "You won't even notice i'm here." I said, turning him around and pushing him towards the door.

Once he was in I hit my cloak and stepped in after him before the door shut, the only open seat in the front middle, the roof was high, with metal crossbeams and phosphorus lights hanging high above, large open windows from second floor for exfil. They girls were so busy with the kid they never saw me jump up to the metal rafters above him. Leaning on one of the pillars that came down from the roof I sat back and began my threat estimate of his classmates. Nothing impressive.

It was silent for several minutes, I swear I could feel the stares burning up the kid from all around and they almost made me pity him. This was hard on him, and I picked up from the audio transmitter I slipped under his collar as he murmured. Because being stared at was oh so difficult; wasn't this kid related to one of the most powerful IS pilot's in the world?

The only other kids of note were one Houki Shinonono, try saying that on stim, younger sister of the inventor to the armored swimsuits these kids used, and Cecilia Alcott. British representative contender and orphan. And even then Alcott was a bigger threat with her Personal IS. Not that it would save her this close, but I went over their files anyway.

The door opened and a woman stepped in, pale skin, green hair and eye's, glasses, pink blouse under a yellow jacket. No obvious weapons, but my helmet marked her as Maya Yamada, former representative contender for Japan. She gets into an IS she might be a problem if she goes rogue or otherwise violent. Marked her for priority neutralization in the events things do go tits up, and with how many girls there are here with busts her size, I have no doubt tits will be going up in one way or another. I chuckled at my own joke, thanking BD for silencing my mic.