Hyperdimension Neptunia Third Sister; Darkness Volume 2: Forgotten

Chapter 5: The Heroes

Just a short while ago, a group of vigilante heroes have stopped one of the four great organizations from trafficking children, a list send directly to the goddess of Lowee and over the internet revealing who took part of it. Chaos ensues, underground groups have surfaced and fight for territory, and people of Lowee in high places that were on the list have gone into hiding. With many search parties and recourses put into capturing them, many criminals take advantage of the absence of officers.

Even tonight, there are many fights breaking out. We stand as we watch them squirm around, robbers, looters, and some rioters. On top of the roof, we observe our targets. Our clothes fluttering in the winds, surrounded by snow, and cloaked in shadow. Our masks cover us as we are seen jumping over the buildings. Yes. We are... The Phantom Crusaders!

The girl clothed in gothic dark clothing that seemed unfit for this cold weather, using light magic bursting under her feet, she moves at the speed of sound knocking thugs out with a black blade. Me, Bios. The Switcher.

The guy dressed in green garbs over silicon armor and metal devices shooting string, with his blade included he moves with his string entrapping anyone he comes close to. The Silicon Knight.

A large bald man with two big metal arms and a thick winter coat, with the ability to copy any move, he uses ours to move around at blinding speeds and uses his opponent's moves against them to immobilize them, The Claimer.

The mechas used today had been blown up. One young girl walks through the flames she's caused with her magic. Holding onto her witch hat, her white robe flows with the wind whilst she moves her staff around casting a new spell. The Lion Enchantress.

We are a full party, with attack, speed, magic, and trickery on our side. There is no defense we can't penetrate, no wall that won't crumble before us, no object immovable. And by the time authorities come to apprehend us, we are gone, like it never happened.
With our masks our identities are hidden through magic, we only appear as figures of smoke.
As cool as that all sounds. Our image kinda...Fades. Whenever we return to base. Because. Well...

Here I am. Looking at my three friends on top of a pile of rubble from the ceiling of our base, the only source of light coming from the hole. They are just sitting around and...
"Man...I am boooooored...", Sili-san's whines travel across the whole building, inducing cringe on any nearby creature.
"Stop complaining. A warrior need nothing but the ground and quietness to relax for the next fight. No other need is important.", Acclaim responds to him.

"Man shut up, you are practically a cyborg. There isn't even a bed to rest in. Also, this 'quietness' is just eerie thanks to winds making ominous sounds.". Sili-san says.
"I do see your point in that this isn't the ideal sound environment for rest.", Acclaim admits.
"Also, I prefer to lie on something soft, the floor here is either dirt or hard metal.", Sili-san complains whilst knocking on the metal he is sitting on.
"It is a bit uncomfortable...", Theresa says meekly.

"Besides that, we only have been getting by because we're stealing whatever lunch a thief has or maybe hunting a stray animal, but we don't even have anything to cook with. What does your warrior philosophy say about that, HUH?!!", Sili-san rags on Acclaim, probably just taking his anger out on him.
Acclaim seems stunned, I think I spot some cold sweat as he says, "It is true that food is lacking...And nutrients are beneficial...", he then looks to the side and adds, "And I haven't had any alcohol for a while..."

Sili-can points at him and angrily yells, "YOU SEE?!! You do have desires!!"
"Hmm...", Theresa makes a noise, then she tells them, "I would've hoped for better food at least. But Bios spent her own last savings so we could eat something nice. I was hoping for more...But...Um...We can get used to it...Like I did...", it sounds more sad the more she speaks.
The two look at her before their eyes are aimed at the ground, probably out of shame.
It is clear my allies are unsatisfied...