Gaojinizer- Stage 28

A New Force

The situation in sol had apparently continued to decline, the Death of Ciddeth, the annihilation of the Zo’gel’s he’d sent, the fall of the fortress at Lagrange 1… Emperor Ghokkis could tell when his plans were not working as intended, when changes needed to be made. Apparently, this was one of such times. Those human machines known as the Machina had been a constant thorn in his side… As such, they needed to be eliminated. Machines and pilots alike were being assembled for that very purpose, and one of the latter kneeled one on one knee, in front of the Emperor’s Throne, the keystone for his plan.… The aged Garsalan began to speak.

“G’thera Zu Kalis- irrui heya feddran dhara Meshaile nelirr dainar ail dha ferd... -"G’thera Zu Kalis, you have battled these Machina many times in the past…”

“"I far irruis fesnul, irruis Meshardirr, fid ha her lleairan du nallaed dhura Psaindaiaiya neshailar ul nirdaifra usseraiulr, aid air airr-enyairan du rad hain-"-"I beg your pardon, your Majesty, but he has failed to defeat those Primitive machines on multiple occasions, it is ill-advised to let him-"

“Yet, Eyal aill irrui heya lud nardsuirran dha Geushlainas, irrui heya neleran du caaf aid llsun riffusdailr aidr erraiar waidh irruis aildasllasalsa. Tha airria raiar lud waidh irrui, G’thera, fid irrui faailr uidlinfasan...Bid dhasa air e ruridaiul du dhair."- Even if he has not destroyed the Gaojnizer, he managed to keep it from supporting its allies with his interference…. The issue lies not with you, G’thera, but you being outnumbered...But there is a solution to this."

Some part of him felt as if he was being pitied… A fact G’thera did not enjoy, not in the least, but he would move past that for the time being. But the solution his majesty mentoned, without a doubt, was of interest to him.

"A ruridaiul? Whed wuirn dhed fa?"- "A solution? What would that be?"

The emperor raised his arm, as he slowly stood to his feet.

"Fsun hasa ul, I wairr arayeda irrui du dha selc ull Tes’li! Yui wairr raen dhair law llussa, e rwien nanaisedailr du hildailr nuwl dhura neshailar, Tha Machina M’sel!”- "From here on, I will elevate you to the rank of Tes'Li! You will lead this new force, a squad dedicated to hunting down those machines, The Machina M'sel. Elevated to a commander, that was good… But a dedicated squad? Things were changing, very quickly, at that…

"I wairr lud lleair irrui, Yuis ainfasaier neshardirr..."-"I will not fail you, Your imperial majesty..."

"Thed nish, I cluw... Yui heya faal errairlan irruis llrerrhaif, whaish wa wairr llailairh feran iful irruis ailfid eln laanr llus irruis nairraiul... Aln dha nanfasr ull irruis rwien heya faal shural."-"That much, I know... You have been assigned your flagship, which we will finish based upon your input and needs for your mission... And the members of your squad have been chosen."

The Grsalan stood to his feet, as he saluted once more, before making his way out of the throne room, the Guards standing in front of the door parting as he walked through. His walk through the imperial Palace was a short one, and already, he was on one of the Capital’s trams. Though, to no surprise, his car was separated from many of the civilians, the true lowest class of Garsalan Society, those who did not fight.. Though, his focus was upon other things, as he read through the files containing the Members of his squad.

Ar’esh Za Arti, that was a name he knew well, she was his darling Betrothed, after all. For the emperor to put her on the team with him, one his majesty considered important, than her own battles in systems on the other sectors of the Milky way must have been going well… The next, Vres Zu Kor, A known pilot and electronic warfare specialist. He would certainly be useful. Zes Zu Mich, a man rumored to be able to snipe an enemy from light years away… Exaggerated, to no doubt, but his record was good as well. Forgon’Zu Vispid, the all too famous Demon of Kepler. A member of one of the great clans… Hopefully he wouldn’t be too much of an annoyance.

Eventually, he would arrive at the spaceport which apparently held his new ship. Making his way inside past the security checkpoints, he eventually saw it, the Zu’ Kalis Class battleship. The 800 meter ship had an ornate, white and gold colored frame. The ship was lined with turrets and cannons of varying sizes, its sleek linear shape had clearly been designed for speed, agility. But that was not the only thing of note, as he found three others in front of his ship. One, He recognized very well, A garsalan Woman with chitin of an oceanic blue, representing her People’s, a group of Garsalan who spent much of their time in the ocean. A’resh Zu Arti, indeed, G’thera’s betrothed. Who hugged the newly-promoted commander as she got close.

“S’le... Id’r ruun du raa irrui ereail..”-“Darling.. It’s good to see you again..”

“I dhailc dha yasirr rena, A’resh. Ill dhairr fid irrui ul nirr rwien, I’n riarrailr irrui nena ruun fsursarr ail irruis uwl sulwiardr…”-“I think the very same, A’resh. If they put you on my squad, I’m guessing you made good progress in your own conquests…”

Oll suisra. Tha Maq’ae, eln Dhestit wasa lu dsia dhsaedr… Eyal dha Tasselr wuirn raicarirr fa efra du sulwias dhan.”- “Of course. The Maq’ae, and Dhestit were no true threats… Even the Terrans would likely be able to conquer them.” Eventually, coming to G’thera’s side was one

Vres Zu Kor, a Garsalan with an equivalent to what humans would consider glasses, clamps connected two pairs of lenses, three for each three eyes on the left and right side of his head. Almost resembling a glass visor. His chitin was a forest green.

“"Yuis uis law CO, dhal. Yuis esdaiulr ul Tasse esa cluwl warr... Suna neirr raa dhed er waeclarr, fid I raa ula whu wuscr waidh dha saruissar ha air raiyal warr. Lad'r arainaileda dhura Tasselr duradhas.”- "Your our new CO, then. Your actions on Terra are known well... Some may see that as weakness, but I see one who works with the resources he is given well. Let's eliminate those Terrans together."

The next to walk up was the all-Famous sniper, Zes Zu Mich, his chitin a more earthen tone, not a surprise, with his ancestors having come from the wastes of the Continent Fu’Zel. Which had been destroyed long before the First Garsalan arrived onto it, yet somehow, they managed to survive there…

“Werl’d azfasdailr du rad fid ul e rwien, waidh e filsh ull hud rhudr lu rarr, fid aill elirrfunirr sel rad dhair nula, aid’r ir…”- “Wasn’t expecting to get put on a squad, with a bunch of hot shots no less, but if anybody can get this done, it’s us…” Zes stated.

“Hn.. I nuifd dhed… A rwien ran firr e nailus lufra whu rescr dha rissarrar laanan du fa dsirdan?”- “Hm.. I doubt that… A squad led by a minor noble who lacks the successes needed to be trusted?” The voice was laced with contempt, an arrogance alike. G’thera’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, as he looked to the source of these words were a garsalan with Snow white chitin. Marking his origin from Jel’gi’s polar regions. But that on its own wouldn’t be what G’thera noticed, rather, the blue markings spread across his chitin, birthmarks, those exclusive to a certain house…

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“Yui nird fa For’gon Zu Vispid-“You must be For’gon Zu Vispid…”

“Thed I en… Meca lu nairdeca, I wairr lud fa usnasan esuiln firr runaula ull irruis rdedir… Tha Danul ull Kafras nuar lud fuw du e nasa Ser’or…” -“That I am… Make no mistake, I will not be ordered around by someone of your status… The Demon of Kepler does not bow to a mere Ser’or...” Such insubordination, and so open at that arrogance and disrespect… It seemed that his worries were true.

“Id raanr irrui nul'd saeraina irruis raidiedaiul… Ar aid wer rdedan firr dha As’eler hainrarll, irrui esa ilnas nirr sunneln, dhasallusa, irrui rairdal du na…”- “It seems you don't realize your situation… As it was stated by the Emperor himself, you are under my command, therefore, you listen to me…”

“Thed neddasr lud du na, Ser’or” - “That Matters not to me, Ser’or…” Tension between these two opposing forces was building, and it was building quickly, however, a chitinous hand placed on his shoulder interrupted G’thera’s coming words.

“G’thera, Ha airl’d ainfusdeld, Lad’r ru… Yui weldan du naad irruis fesaldr fallusa irrui wald fesc du dha llaiarn, sairhd?”- “G’thera… He isn’t important, Let’s go… You wanted to meet your parents before you went back to the field, right?” A’resh stated… At the least, this seemed to be enough, as the Garsalan turned, and began to walk away.

“Yui’sa sairhd… Bid cluw dhair, Yui’n fard sussasd irruis faheyaius, For’gon Zu Vispid”-“You’re right… But know this, You’d best correct your behavior, For’gon Zu Vispid…”

They began to walk away, but even so, it seemed the tension had not dissipated. As fro the two themselves, they’d made their way through the city once more, getting on the tram. The winding spires and roads of the city surrounding them. Gigantic Holographs, news reports, various videos and advertisements. Though the owners of Corporations and whatnot were ultimately considered of a lower class to soldiers, that did not mean they had no power, or that those corporations did not exist. After all, even the Garsalan had Civilian Products. Eventually, the two left at one of the many stations, and found themselves in front of a massive spire, which held no shortage of elite figures. The two making their way into the lobby, they found A male and female Garsalan they recognized well. With sand colored Chitin, though, darker than G’thera’s. A light, slowly chittering, expression of happiness among Garsalan, who certainly couldn't smile, as they lacked the facial structure needed to do such actions.

“Zi, Riv…”-“Father, Mother…”

“Id air ruun du raa irrui fesc, G’thera”- “It is good to see you back, G’thera… “ The one who stepped forward, hugging him, was Tela Zu Miuel, his mother..

“Yuis eshaiayanaldr heya nena aid du uis aesr. Tu fa raiyal rish e fsunudaiul eln raiyal irruis uwl araida llussa, eln e fasruler Frerrhaif? Yui’ya nula warr…”- “Your achievements have made it to our ears. To be given such a promotion and given your own elite force, and a personal Flagship? You’ve done well…” The words came from the Pilot’s father, one G’Turo Zu Kalis.

“Thelc irrui Budh, I wairr fa risa du eshaiaya Musa…”- “Thank you Both, I will be sure to achieve More…” G’thera answered. It didn’t take long for the two to be ushered into the apartment, where the Kitchen Servants had apparently prepared a meal. G’thera’s personal Favorite, Tael Steaks, cooked medium rare, were visible almost immediately. Fine wines, or their Garsalan equivalent.. But this surprise was compounded by those who were there as well, friends from G’thera’s childhood, Fellow nobles of the Ser’or status… To no surprise, he was received warmly, after all, these were people dear to him, as well as allies. Eventually, as those within conversed about past events, Such as a camping trip during their training gone awry, Where G’thera had at least managed to distract the beast coming down upon them enough for them to run… However, when these pleasantries calmed down, the conversation shifted to different topics. Tel Zu Aslan leaned back into his chair, as he spoke out.

“Su… Whed ull uis frelr, dhed whaish wairr deca ir err uid ull Sas’us rdedir? Wa’rr laan du nuya rnesd du uyasdeca dha urn riesn.”- “So… What of our plans, that which will take us all out of Ser’or status? We’ll need to move smart to overtake the old guard.” Tel questoned.

G’thera nodded, as he began to pace around the room.

“Mirr effuaildnald du dhed frelad ull fsainaidaiyar air el elluirrailr ula, fid aid suirn fa irallir. Waidh dha arseredaiul ull dha wes ul dhura Tasselr, wa heya e shelsa du nairdailriairh uisraryar, AND suldsaifida du dhara frelr ail…Odhas weirrr… I heya el ainae, ru du rfaec, fid I en ilrisa aill aid air sawiaisan ed dhair fuaild.” - “My appointment to that planet of primitives is an annoying one, but it could be useful. With the escalation of the war on those Terrans, we have a chance to distinguish ourselves, AND contribute to these plans in…Other ways… I have an idea, so to speak, but I am unsure if it is required at this point.” G’thera answered.

“Ildasardailr… Warr, aill elirrfunirr cluwr huw du helnra aid, aid'r irrui.”- “Interesting… Well, if anybody knows how to handle it, it's you.” Another from the crowd responded. Eventually, the jubilance returned once more, as they continued to enjoy the day, though, in time, the hour had come for him to leave, he said his goodbyes, and in time, G’thera was off, the Zu Kalis had launched from the Surface of Jel’gi, and he was cruising through subspace…

Elsewhere, in the park of the newly gained fortress, the pilots had convened, luckily, most of the bodies had been cleaned up since then. To no surprise, The two former street fighters, Ryuji, and Takeshi, had gleeful smiles upon their faces as the engaged in their rematch, The raven haired man fired forth a punch which Takeshi ducked under, sliding to his stomach, and wrapping his arms around it, as he moved to throw the man over his shoulder, but he shortly found this move reversed, with him being launched instead.

“Heh, Looks like you haven’t lost your edge, Takeshi!”

“Same to you, Ryuji!” With a war cry, they launched themselves at eachother once more, exchanging strikes, blocking, dodging, Countering, rapidly at that, yet, they seemed to be equally matched in every manner. Andrew seemed Resigned to this, having recognized that was just Takeshi’s natural state a long time ago, and Ryuji just happened to be the same. Rather, he’d begun to walk away, as he observed one Elise Nordstrand kneeling as she ran a hand across the… Strangely colorful Garsalan equivalent to a tree. Its bark, Violet and apparently lacking in leaves.

“Hm. And what are you doing?” Andrew Questioned. The woman looked over her shoulder with her usual Smile.

“Ah, just studying these plants a bit. Always been interested in Botany… Garsalan plants can't be that much different than ours, right? They breathe the same air we do, I might be able to Gauge something..” As Elise began to tap the bark of the tree, she found her face covered in a sticky yellow liquid.. This seemed to erode her curiosity a bit, as she stood to her feet…

“Well… There’s always room for error when Alien plants are involved… Maybe some kind of defense mechanism? Doesn't seem to be doing much, probably because I'm not what it's trying to stave off…That aside, excuse me.” The woman began to walk away, apparently to clean herself up. She could think about this later. All the while, Kyoko watched the ongoing battle between Ryuji and Takeshi as she rolled her eyes.

“It wasn’t enough that we had One Oaf, now we have two?!” She stated in apparent Annoyance. Standing next to her, Diego simply scrolled on the holographic display of his phone, only glancing up slightly at this.

“At least Your Oaf and Our Oaf get along well, it’s like they’ve found their tribe…” Eventually, joining them was the woman who seemed to be the object of Kyoko’s annoyance a lot lately, Tung-Mei.

“Oaf? Hm.. I don’t appreciate you speaking of my Darling Takeshi in that manner, he just knows the benefits of Exercise and Training…” Those two words again. Why they irked her so, she did not know, but they did nonetheless, especially given how her eyes bored into Tung-Mei, and she grinded her teeth. Yet, her apparent rival seemed undisturbed by this display. Though Temur and Diederick approached the group, apparently speaking of princely manners, unaware of the happenings, a hand placed on their shoulders by Diego stopped their approach.

“I wouldn’t get between those two If I were you…” It seemed that Haemon shared this sentiment given how he watched from a distance, though, Kyndall standing beside him certainly distracted him a lot more.

“Wow, those two really don’t like each other… I wonder if that tung-Mei girl likes Takeshi for real..” Kyndall mused.

“Alright, Let’s cut all the commotion!” The womanly voice that filled their ears was one that they didn’t recognize, and seemed enough to make the two fighters pause, as they all went to see the source. The approaching woman had hair of a Forest Green, onyx orbs within her eyes. She was relatively tall, standing at around Takeshi’s height, Perhaps. Her body’s features were full, though they were mostly obscured by the officers' dress across her body. Though older than them, as a whole, she seemed much younger than many of the UFE’s officers, perhaps the reason her posture, the way she walked, seemed much more laid back, especially in comparison to Pierre…

“Commander Gyo Hwa-Young. Crew of the Juzumaru, I’ll be the Commanding Officer of your new Ship, the Juzumaru-II.” This gave them pause.

“Juzumaru II?!” Kyoko questioned.

She nodded.

“Indeed, One of the first Victory-Class Cruisers to be fielded. You’ll all be getting dedicated Mechanic teams, Kyko at the head of them. The former crew of the Artemis will be joining us, as well. Let’s get it done, You hear’?”

So that was the case….

It did not take long for the team to begin making their way to their new ship, which was compared to the Juzumaru, much more spacious. To no surprise, it made the technology of their old ship look primitive in comparison. There were much larger Cooking Facilities to support the larger crew, to no surprise, and to Han’s excitement, Kanta and Rakesh were still with them… Ryuji and his squad were not with them, rather, assigned to a different ship, they'd be doing their own operations separately, it seemed. Their situation had continued to change, even now…