A ship was out at sea, it's 3 funnels sending smoke into the air. The air was cool and crisp, the crew outside seemed to be having a nice time. Inside, in the engine room, a man was doing maintenance.

"Yeah, pressure’s looking good, all that jazz..." The man said, jotting down the notes as he sighs. He made his way up a narrow flight of stairs, eventually reaching the captain's deck.

There were buttons and levers assorted all around. The captain, a skinny man with a scar over his left eye stood there, looking out of the large stained glass. "Are the engines functioning properly?" The man turned around, having on a military cap and a trench coat that had a belt around the waist area. He was wearing all gray, and it was a kind of high-quality leather. He had fair skin as well.

"Yes sir." The engineer said, standing at attention.

"Good." The captain said as a voice, sounding panicked, came through.

"Sir! There's an unidentified ship about 3 miles west of-" The voice was then cut out through static.

"Come in? Come in!" The captain yelled into the radio. Suddenly, a large impact from the right could be felt, knocking the captain and the engineer on their butts.

Before they could gather their bearings, a soldier burst in, looking slightly wounded. "They hit the right hull! Near the bridge! We're gonna go down!"

The captain immediately stood up, running to the control panel and grabbing another, different radio. "Command Center! Come in!"

A voice then spoke through static. "Come in! What's going on? State your ship name and number."

"Shit! We have no time for that! We're under fire! This is Comet-27! We-" The Captain then cut out.

"Comet-27 Captain, come in!" A man spoke, slamming his fist on the control panel. "FUCK!" He screamed, kicking a chair to the side.

The two soldiers in the room flinched at the outburst, watching as their commander, a man with short black hair, pale skin, and green eyes turned toward them. "Get our financial advisor! NOW!"

The two soldiers saluted before running out. The commander, pacing back and forth whilst biting his nails, thought of what he would do for the prosperity of his nation Theama. "Those fucking Samians believe they can just attack us while we're at our lowest, we'll show them!" He clenched his fist.

"Y-yes Commander Braxton?" A woman with short black hair, glasses, a mile under her left eye, pale skin, and purple eyes ran in, visibly shaking.

"Contact them!" He placed his hands on a table that separated the two.

"T-them?" The woman said, confused.

"DIVISION TALIO! TALIO ASHLEY!" He said, slamming both his hands on the table.

Ashley, the advisor, jumped a little and immediately ran out of the room. After around 20 minutes, Commander Braxton began to get impatient.

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"..GRAAAHHH!" He grabbed the table and flipped it over. "If these FUCKING MISFITS don't show up soon, I'm going to-"

"Going to what?" A male with a thick German accent spoke, the sound of 4 footsteps walking in.

Braxton turned around and saw Ashley looking pretty scared, three other figures behind her.

The first one stood at 6'2, having deep crimson eyes, fair skin, short black messy spiky hair, and round glasses. He wore a white shirt with a black tie, further layered by the black trench coat that was buttoned up from the top half, a belt that was visible to hold up his black pants, and he had black boots. Most notable about him is his metal arm.

"N-nothing sir." Braxton stood up straight. Though he himself did not have mana, there was an aura that came from the man in front of him.

"Oooo! You're in trouble!" A feminine voice called out, sounding a bit covered. From behind the male, a woman with fluffy, messy black hair that reached shoulder length was visible, joyfully stepping from behind him. She had a black coat over her shoulders, no insignia or marking of a nation on it. She had a slim waist and ample breasts. Like her companion, she wore primarily black. Though, the buttons on the black jacket were buttoned up to her neck. She wore a gas mask and some shaded glasses, so her eyes weren't visible. She also wore black boots, and had a thick belt around her waist. She appeared to be dark skinned, her accent less thick than the man's. She stood at 5'3.

"You're in trouble with Mason!" She said teasingly, almost taunting the commander. She was then slapped in the back of the head by Mason, an almost annoyed expression. "Can it, will you?" He said, letting out a small huff.

"You're mean!" She whimpered, holding the back of her head as she stepped to the side. "Now for our final member, we call him poster boy!" She extended her hands as if dramatically introducing someone.

Then, an extremely handsome man walked through the door. He wore a brown short-sleeved shirt with black pants and black suspenders on. He had white hair and golden eyes, as well as pale skin. He had a bit of jewelry on, having 3 rings on his right hand, 2 on the left, and a watch on the left. He almost seemed like an angel. He carried a standard pistol inside of his pants, just in case.

"We'll introduce you by our code names! Mine is Six!" The lady said, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Well, my name is Abstract." The man with the red eyes said, his arms crossed as he surveyed the room, already looking impatient.

"My code name is Gabriel." The handsome man spoke fluently, his accent and voice seeming like a perfect blend. His voice was calm and soothing, almost seductive.

"Alright, my name is-"

"Braxton right?" Gabriel asked, raising a brow. He slowly paced around the room, just examining things.

Six appeared behind him, "Woah! Aren't you on the older side?" She said, poking his face before Braxton swatted it away, causing her to back off.

"Great! We've got each other introduced- now, listen." Braxton disregarded the fact that they just knew his name. He knew better than to question a secret service. "650,000 platinum pieces upfront, here and now! You will then receive 12,000,000 gold to restore our nation to what it once was! What do you say?"

The three looked at each other before Abstract stepped forward. "We'll take it. We do it on our terms though, understand? Don't question our methods. Just tell us what to do, and we'll be good, got it?"

Braxton had a look of relief and joy wash over his face. "Yes! Yes I understand! Ashley, grab it!"

Ashley nodded and ran off, coming back a minute later with a briefcase. She handed it to Abstract, who opened it and checked its contents. "Good. Alright you two, let's go. We'll call this Operation Rise." He said the three of them stepped out of the room.

Braxton then leaned back on the control panel. "Maybe, just maybe these three can change the fate of this nation. It was a risky gamble but it's one I'm willing to pay." And thus, commenced Operation Rise.