Creative Electricity

Prologue

*Main Headquarters of Vinson Dynamics*

Ash: "And that concludes class for today. Make sure to complete all the assignments I've given by next class."

Holding her pointer in her hands, Ash scans her room. Robotic eyes resting on a single Dark Screen armored Pilot. He had is helmet off showing his head covered by a black hood, face mask covering his mouth and nose. Plum purple eyes looking through a few bangs of jet black hair, holding anticipate and wonder staring at her. His natural skin tone shining from the lamp in the corner, the Pilot holding his helmet waiting for something.

Ash: "Any questions Day? Any?"

Shaking his head Day answers Ash.

Day: "Non, Maetra."

Ash: "W-what?!"

Ash's usual monotone robotic voice breaks into a more human one, thus showing that the Pilot caught her off guard.

Day: "Hahahaha, I thought your systems didn't allow you to show emotion Maetra."

Ash, beginning to get pissed off with her student's teasing began ushering him out of her room.

Ash: "Don't call me that! Now get out! You have a mission! Go prepare! Now!"

Day: "Okay, okay. Don't worry about a thing Maetra. The boys and I got this."

Ash: "Just GO!"

Ash pushes Day out the metal sliding door, leaning against it. If she wasn't a robot you could say her heart would be pounding.

Ash: "That Damned fool! Maetra?! Really?! But...hehehe. Stop, no! He's your student well, really just my subordinate. Why did I take that offer from Paquette for actual emotions?!  Damnit, I bet he would look better without his mask. ARGH! WHAT AM I THINKING!!!!!"

The person of her interest was on the other side, polishing his helmet oblivious to the loud muffled Ash inside her sound proof room. He begins walking, following the arrow pointing for the hangar. It's quiet besides the blaring of the lights and some chitchat amongst workers and soldiers in the halls. Only until Day hears the sound of metal being thrown that he stops and places his helmet next to his left side. Standing on his left foot he spins to the left, arching his right hand diagonally and grabs a frag grenade out of the air. Pin still in, he throws it back where it came from.  The frag being caught by a man in pink Pilot armor his helmet strapped to the waist. His face was pasty as fuck, with a set of chestnut color eyes. Messy blonde hair on top his head bounced as he made way to Day.

Day: "Okay Reaper, maybe next time. How about not throwing a frag inside the hallway? Just throw a ball or something else besides a weapon."

Reaper leans back, hand on chest pretending to be offended. Fake gasp and everything.

Reaper: "I'm offended that you would think I would throw a weapon, in the hallway."

He receives a deadpan state from his friend, with this he drops the act.

Reaper: "Look the pin is still in! It's not like I would 'accidentally' throw a live 'nade in the hall at you."

Day: "Dude you always 'accidentally' set off a weapon or something similar. Which in turn causes a chain reaction which ends up effecting me, effecting me in a negative way. And by negative, I mean a way that causes me a lot of pain."

Reaper: "Okay then, tell me one time that this has happened."

He crosses his arms and lifts his brows. The pair continues walking towards the hangar while Day performs a face palm.