After escaping my hospital bed, Alicia unloaded a confession on me about how she had to deceive the others that I was a woman to stop them from realizing my identity, I was annoyed and may or may not have considered selling her again… but I must admit that she did her best, considering the situation.

So as to your question, yes. I am an Old Beast.

Well, go on? You shocked? Offended?

… WELL?

Oh right, you can't speak in chapter-talk unless the author lets you.

Well if you are offended, F*** you, racist.

If you aren't, thank you for your understanding nature.

So yeah, I am  an Old Beast, sorta. The revolutionaries repurposed me early on during the war and had me serve them instead.

...What? I told you I am a weapon.

how else would survive all of the wounds I get on a daily basis without dying? By now most of my wounds have stopped bleeding, its quite useful you know?

Whilst I was stuck in a mental monologue, a burly looking but well dressed man came into the room. Ed Tyson, the person in charge of the outpost.

“Ms. Rachel I presume?”

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I give a meaningful glance to Alicia.

“Um… She doesn’t like to talk to outsiders, sorry.” She quickly explained...Outsiders?

“...Outsiders?...” The bald, darker coloured man mumbled aswell, before carrying on in his normal, deep voice.

“Ah ok, that’s not an issue, we just wanted you to know that we are really thankful for your contribution to keeping our outpost up and running.” He said in a voice full of platitudes and continued

“If you would lend your Commission-hub ID, we will add it to your score.”

I nodded and had him add the credits to my account with a swipe of my ID card, I took care to have my thumb over my name ofcourse.

So, I suppose I should explain credits? I warn you, if you think it is just money, you are wrong.

Credits are a statistic maintained by the largest companies, the Commission's Group, the Mercantile Group, to name a few. It is a proof that you have contributed to society and in exchange for your contributions, you get to cash in “Credits”, your numeric value, to get different commodities.

Sounds identical to money? Well it essentially is but with one key difference.

If you do not belong to one of the main companies, you cannot have credits.

So yeah, people who act criminally in the open essentially no longer exist.

Smuggling and stuff sure, but no one dares to become a raider etc, simply because it excludes you from trading with anyone else in the world.

…’They got rid of their “Big Brother” government, just to elect corporate overlords?’

… I know, I love the human hypocrisy too.

After acquiring the credits from mr “Tyson”, (does he box I wonder?) we departed for Aurora.

*Pov: Alicia*

We left the outpost after the old outpost-guy gave Rasmus his credits.

I talked a lot with Rasmus while we were travelling, about how I think he should cut his hair, or what his room in Aurora looks like… It was mostly me asking and him answering with short answers, but it was nice.

...Somewhere along the way we encountered a group of human sized Old Beasts, Lessers, I think the word is?

...Rasmus said it would be good practice so I should kill them on my own…

I still feel weird about killing, but if I don't... Rasmus will leave me, so I will do as he says and kill.

‘He will not leave me. He cares.’

Thinking so, I use the left joystick to take aim and open fire.

The first burst from my machineguns landed on a humanoid Old Beast with a machine gun-arm, I think it died instantly,  but then the others turned towards me and began to shoot,

‘if I let them damage the Walker, Rasmus might get disappointed…’

I take cover to the side, still shooting at the beasts, I think I killed another one…

...4 more to go?...

I reload my machine-guns and begin to shoot from behind the cover, my bullets tearing through them like they were made of paper.

...After I killed the last one, Rasmus praised me.

...Why do I suddenly feel so happy? ...hehe~...