Operation Revolution - ARMS

Fallen Apart

My name is Rhielle. I've just turned eighteen and I work in ARMS Labs as an ARMS researcher, quite literally studying the origins of ARMS. Although now mostly considered a gift, this ability has not always been accepted, especially in the past. I personally find it cool, though. I enjoy researching it a lot.

My mother made me join ARMS Labs when I was still in middle school. First as an intern, then part time, then full time. I haven't been to school a lot, but just being in the labs is knowledge enough for me. I like to think I work quite well there. Though I'm surprised I was even actually accepted by other colleagues.

I have an older half brother too. He is the son of my mother and her ex husband – he was just one when they divorced. A year later, I was born. My father died when I was a few months old, so from then on it was just the three of us. We might be living in the same house and saw each other every day, but my brother and I always acted like strangers. I suppose neither of us really thought of the other as an actual relative.

I joined ARMS when I was thirteen. Then a few months later, when he was fifteen and got his ARMS, he joined the League when the previous Grand Prix had just ended. Every fighter that joined after him took part in the Grand Prix that started last year and ended a few months ago. But the five years in between the two prixes, ARMS only held small matches and tourneys (where not everybody was included) every now and then and being a fighter was just a title. While on the battlefield, they were opponents aiming to punch each other in the face enough times to drop their healthbar to zero, they befriended each other quite well offstage.

My half brother and I were both young in our first years there and were also the only person each other knew. While we might be distant all our time knowing each other, it was better than being alone. We began to talk and hang out more often, and within a month we were best friends. I'd visit him often at the tower, and he'd visit me often in the labs. Nevertheless, the fact that we were related remained unknown to the other League members. We treated each other like friends.

My time there also got me to know them better too. There was a pop singer that went by the name Ribbon, which once sneaking a look at the fighter profiles I saw her name was actually Faye. There was also a snakeboarder, Cobra, who I knew fairly well before knowing him in person because I watch his YouTube. But the one I initially wanted to know her better was the only one without any form of ARMS ability. We got along very well, and she showed me all how her mech suit worked. Her family works in the industry, apparently.

Although I'm generally not into building and inventing stuff, she really had me interested. That night, I remember telling my mother about it, everything I remember. She seemed to like it better than I did, which I thought was impossible.

"Handmade? She made it herself at fifteen?" she said.

"Yeah. She's been a really big fan of ARMS. She says she's got TVs plastered all over her workshop so she, her father and their employees could watch matches while they worked."

Not long after, she said she wanted to start a new creation of her own. A robot, it was. She even asked me to look for resources she could take inspo from. I agreed, and decided the tech whiz girl could help. However, at that time she was busy too, and I don't see her quite often in the Tower. I don't know where her home workshop is, so I can't get to her that way either.

So I tried a different approach.

Attaching two small ARMS and a camera to my drone, I tested it a few times before flying it out my window. It arrived at ARMS Tower when she wasn't there, so I opened one of her room windows and took a few blueprints from her desk, careful not to move anything.

I'd return it soon, I told myself.

With the other ARM, I closed her window before the drone returned to me. When I actually saw the blueprints though, I couldn't make a word of it. I'm really unintelligent at stuff like this. Giving them to my mother, I didn't tell them they were stolen, even though I don't think she'd care even if she knew.