[center][h3]「[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJgufP0Jxhg]Every end has a new beginning[/url]」 [img]http://i.imgur.com/TzodvQk.jpg[/img] [color=#E4D00A]Jedly[/color][/h3][/center] [hr] [b]"No!!!"[/b] A cry reverberated through the city block, emanated from a civilian huddled into a little ball on the sidewalk. She cowered in fear from her imminent demise, a compilation of metal and circuitry that effortlessly towered over her, with one of its extremities already poised for the kill. Without the slightest form of conscience the KBot mercilessly brought down its appendage, as if it was backed by Fate's will itself. The civilian shrieked, resigning herself to whatever future, or rather lack thereof, lied in store. Everything went dark, but her thread of life would not be cut just yet. The sound of metal clashing denoted hope. She felt plumes of dust being kicked into the air lightly pinching her body. As she slowly creased open the eyelids which she though were doomed to forever be frozen shut, her gaze settled upon her savior. It was a girl, clad in armor that glistened in the sun's wake. She challenged the bot's servos with a lone arm bearing a shield of the same material, and the warrior showed no sign that she was losing the battle. The civilian's savior held a sword out to defend the crumpled girl. She could see her face clearly reflected in its pristine finish. As a retort to the provocation, the KBot raised its other forearm, intending to do the same unto the warrior. The civilian was about to shout a warning, but before she could do so, her ears picked up whizzing gradually increasing in intensity. Two propelled grenades arced through the air and impacted into the bot's arm, sending it flying in the completely opposite direction. Without a moment to spare, the warrior forced its other forearm into the air with her shield and lead her sword through the KBot's torso in one deft moment. Her slice was clean and flawless, and after a few moments of silence the bot fell to the ground, its upper portion completely detached. Hervor slipped her sword into the sheath fastened around her waist guard, then turned herself around to face the civilian. Her opaque visor met the eyes of a soul that just barely escaped death's embrace. With the girl still in shock, the warrior gently placed a hand trained to brandish harvingers of war delicately onto her shoulder, as if she would fall apart at the slightest touch. The civilian whirled around as footsteps quickly approached them. What she saw was far from what she had expected. Two figures stopped near them: a girl sporting high class apparel that would definitely be defined as en vogue with strawberry blonde locks, and a boy wearing a hoodie and black jeans with hair of pure blonde. Both of them appeared to be young adults. It wasn't their contrasting vibes that caught the civilian off guard, it was the fact that they were both carrying assault rifles. [color=pink]”It would be very much obliged if you could make your way to a safer area. Just follow the street down to the border,”[/color] The new girl directed the civilian's gaze with a pointed finger, speaking in a gentle yet commanding pitched tone, [color=pink]”The route's clear, so no need to worry about any more of those things.”[/color] She threw the rifle's slash around her shoulder and paced her way over to the civilian, whose vision was complete glued to the affluent maiden. The girl crouched down and smiled compassionately, [color=pink]”You're a brave soul. You are here on this planet, destined to live a great life. Please don't ever falter again. Promise me that, 'kay?”[/color] All the while this heart-warming scene played out, the boy remained quiet, his attention diverted past them. Smoke climbed high into the sky and conflict echoed throughout the district. They had to get a move on. [color=#E4D00A]”Rachel.”[/color] Rachel, far too used to that certain tone, replied with her usual stock answer without even a delay in dialogue, [color=pink]”I know, I know, jeez Cipher, can't you spare a little time?”[/color] To be frank, time wasn't something on his radar. He would move at the pace he pleased, but remaining stagnate in such a scenario was foolish. Rachel reluctantly got up and motioned for the civilian to get going. She wished offer thanks to her saving grace before taking her leave, but the warrior seemed to have evaporated into thin air, as if she was never there. Unable to grasp the situation, she instantly made a beeline in the direction Rachel had instructed. [color=pink]”Well, glad we arrived just in the nick of time! So, are we gonna regroup with your friends? I wonder how they're doing~?”[/color] Right. The Old Fucks. They weren't exactly the tightly knit bunch. He didn't intend to make that a priority, but having some help from who he knew for sure were competent individuals wouldn't hurt. An explosion a few blocks down dragged Jedly's mind back to reality. Peacekeepers around the entire area were holding out as long as they could, but it was up to people, or rather entities like him to really turn the tide of the war. [color=#E4D00A]”If we run into any of them, I'll be sure to link up. Until then, let's focus on pushing back the enemy.”[/color] The two readied their rifles, and after taking a moment to check that of his cards were in order, they set out towards a nearby engagement. General interest check was probably only the tip of the iceberg for the two. [hr] [center][url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/age-of-ishtaria/images/0/0d/Rachel.png/revision/latest?cb=20141101025213]Rachel[/url] | [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/age-of-ishtaria/images/8/8a/Hervor.png/revision/latest?cb=20151016205211]Hervor[/url][/center]