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Nukkelina Nieminen



Nukkelina did not show it in her expression, but her more relaxed stance was a sign of relief: after the Slime Queen’s eviscerated mass began to collapse on itself, Jack sprung, about to deliver the coup de grace, delivering the horizontal stroke after Pekka’s vertical one, their two slashes a cross into the canvas called a monster. However, instead of a cross, the letter that was made was a terrible T, as Jack had struck Pekka instead, sending the two of them away…And her.

“Ah!”
Like a ragdoll, Nukkelina was whisked away, her strings pulled alongside Pekka’s, and she crashed right into Jack. However, unlike the time at the beach, Nukkelina now had Pekka catch the two of them, serving as a somewhat hard cushion. Yet, the flexibility in his hold provided some alleviation of kinetic energy.

The Puppetress floated back up and dusted herself off as Jack, after her stunt, accused her of the use of theatrics, seemingly jealous, though Nukkelina failed to understand why. The doll girl could only tilt her head as a string drew the Minion once caught in the net back to her, holding it in her arms like a pet.

"...Anime?”

However, there was no time to further question the envious Esper, as the ship began showing further signs of catastrophe, the floor breaking away into the sea.

"It is a curtain call. Exit stage right,” she advised Jack, and pulled Pekka back to stand, letting it pick her up. Now riding on the palm of his hand, Nukkelina attempted to flee the alien vessel by the way they had arrived.
Just as Elora wondered about Ava’s absence from the dinner party, there she suddenly was, and in the Galactic Federation representative uniform nonetheless. The young pilot found herself staring for a moment at her, before she blinked, stood up, and saluted.
“G-Good evening, C-Corporal Lane…”
Elora started to second-guess her own choice for apparel. She had come to realize how this was not a mere friendly gathering, but an important event where they would have the chance to socialize and form deeper bonds. As such, was she not respectful enough for her fellow comrades by not also wearing the proper uniform? Was she too self-absorbed and vain with her academy graduation dress? The doubt gnawed at her as she sat back down.

She afterwards waved at Griff, finding some solace in his familiar, casual demeanour: no matter the situation, his eyes were always bright, with a personality that some may think of as dumb, which might have been true considering how his report became outdated in a matter of seconds, but she preferred to think of as friendly.

Then he made an accusation that Lane was actually a Cruxi infiltrator. Elora’s eyes widened, and a cold shiver ran down her back. Lorenzo’s lecture did mention the Cruxi having used such soldiers against the Galactic Federation…But surely no spy could kill someone as beautiful and strong as Ava and replace her? Elora’s fearful thoughts quickly passed as Lucius had approached her without her having noticed, and whispered to her ear, causing her to blush.
“Oh, uh, well, I, too…am…” She attempted to quietly speak back, but not finding the words as her eyes met his.
Fortunately, the awkward situation was saved as Griff sat down next to her, on the opposite side of Lucius, with a big steak.

“Ah! Um, Cadet Griff…” She spoke softly, managing to smile. “Uh, nice to see you here..Um…Were you serious…When you said Corporal Lane could be…A Cruxi spy?” She asked. And then, it hit her: she was now between two of the nicer guys in his squad…and now a third one, Jake, had offered her a drink. The situation had developed in a way the timid girl had not expected, as she seemed to be getting most of the attention of the men at the party. “Um, thank you!” She responded promptly, taking the drink in her delicate hand, trying her best to keep it steady without shaking as she waved her hand at the fourth one in the form of Arrish, giving her a polite smile. “Th-Thank you for the compliment. I-I’m looking forward to it,” she said, her smile seemingly frozen in place.

And then, Bugatti had arrived, alongside a woman that had a strange familiarity to it, as if they had met somewhere before. When her name was mentioned, Elora’s memories kicked in: it was a flashback of the two of them at the academy, right after a Framewerk training session. Lucrezia, despite being the queen bee of her class, struggled with her studies, and she sometimes brought it on Elora, teasing and tormenting her, calling her names, and sometimes even trapping her in the locker room in a kabedon. Fortunately, it never went as far as physical violence, and she soon left the academy after some time, though her venomous words left a lasting impression, somewhat contributing to her lack of self-esteem in the current day.

Elora greeted the two much like the others, her smile began to falter, only to be renewed as Stella also appeared, announcing a cake. Here eyes sparkled as she held her hands clasped together, wondering what kind of delicious dessert it would be. However, she never expected the gorgeous piece of confectionery to be brought right up to her as if it was her birthday. She gulped, as she looked around: the stunt had drawn the attention of the entire room, and now everyone’s eyes were on her.
“Um…Did someone bring a cake server?” She asked.

Internally, she was screaming.
Nukkelina Nieminen



"Tch!"

Nukkelina scoffed as Pekka was enveloped by the gluttonous queen of slime, a rare show of emotion for the doll–like Esper. She tightened her grip on the strings, now holding them in her wrists like a pair of reins as she first attempted resisting the pull of the queen. However, she immediately realized she would not win a tug-of-war against such an enormous monster. With a flourish, she opened her hands, and spun with her arms spread to her sides, letting the threads trail in a wave-like pattern, her eyes closed.

"Hmph...Even like this, you are a fool, Asimov..." Nukkelina spoke as the monster queen's arm raised, ready to strike.

"...For you have already fallen into my trap."

With a twirl, she opened her eyes, and the threads shone with red light.

At that moment, the slime queen's central body bulged at a diagonal angle, and then began bending, twisting and churning in a spiral pattern, before the entire body burst in a great explosion of slime.

"Pekka Poraajan Paras Porauspäivä (Pekka The Driller's Best Drilling Day)!"


Pekka launched itself up: it's arms were up with the palms together, wrapped in spiraling threads across it's entire body, having turned itself into a drill, or more accurately, like a blender. It had spun around, letting it's bulk drive the surrounding sharpened wires into the slime body, carving it up like a worm through delicious pudding.
Nukkelina Nieminen



Nukkelina’s expression persisted in lack of said expression, even when Jack berated her for leaving the job of defeating the slime queen only partially finished. The Puppetress rolled her eyes: it seemed that belligerent oafs existed among all kinds of Espers and not just her organization. Regardless, she was not offended by the starry-eyed shark, and refocused her effort on the slime queen as it stretched and launched a cube at the Esper. Nukkelina sprang into action, her strings tightening as Ser Pekka Puupää Esquire was directed to climb up the tilting floor, hunched down and crawling on all fours with bent limbs and high vigor, like a giant insect in the guise of a man.

Right after the cube was tossed, Pekka jumped, a claw raised with the intent of severing the arm with a savage slash, followed up with more slashes at any other slimy appendages. To ensure the slime wouldn’t immediately regenerate, Nukkelina imbued the brutish doll’s attacks with damage and flotation power, ensuring the slime scattered into tiny levitating globules, unable to reconverge.




Stormy winds gathered in intensity, and lightning struck over Penrose. The final battle was upon the Mahou…The battle to save their world.

The Queen of Hearts’ purple eye flashed, and she sidestepped Lily’s arrow with a haphazard slide, her dress grazed by the attack. She followed up by spinning the sword to block Alicia’s barrage of arrows, only to stop when the XXL rocket exploded on her, leaving her with soot and some burn marks. “Insolence!” She turned her eyes to Mariette “Alice, let us not tarry...Young lady!”

Lily watched on with a smile as Mariette finally rebelled against the Queen, and she pumped her fist in catharsis as the mad queen’s visage turned baffled, and then enraged. “What? You would defy your mother? I knew it, you were not my Alice after all, just an impostor…Oh well, I will write an ending where I will reunite with the true Alice!”

While the queen was monologuing as if straight from a book of most common villain cliches, Alex visibly shifted in shape, taking on a wild appearance in his Primal Mode, as did their animal pets. Lily followed suit, and transformed her bow into a staff, channelling her mana into great heights as she applied a magic buff to the Mahou and transformed animals:

“BLAST PROCESSING!”

A great magic circle resembling a clock face emerged under her feet, the clock hands resembling jagged lightning bolts as they began spinning faster and faster. In turn, the Mahou felt themselves energized, their speed and agility having been increased significantly.

The animals swept into action, their combined teamwork even surpassing a squad of veteran Mahou in co-ordination. But the Queen was undaunted: at the last second, she dodged the combined pincer attack of Tim and Bob as she leapt back and off the rooftop, baiting the two animals into falling off after her while also diving to avoid Dave’s slicing barrier shots, only to conjure a portal and appear right above Alex, performing a downthrust to destroy Alex’ clone just as he was about to open the door to the Nexus, having also cut through the defensive barriers, though not without some effort on her part.

“No! The Quill To Write…IS MINE!”

She was about to deliver a deadly swipe when her eye once again flashed, and she instead performed a spinning slice against the clumps of wettened Story paper that Su and Mika have launched at her. However, while it was not an effective attack, it allowed Alicia to unleash the Blessed Fairy Bolt on her: the enchanted arrow found its mark, having struck her between the eyes.
The Queen’s head was thrown back, a trickle of blood now pouring down her face…Followed by a bone boulder smashing her and knocking Alex away by the projectile’s landing impact. As if it wasn’t overkill enough, the flattened Queen was then rammed by Penny’s car, scattering the bony sphere into fragments and sending her off the rooftop again along with the car. Ronin and Miko hopped out of the car in an attempt to cleverly steal the Storyslayer from the Queen: however, they missed their opportunity due to the car having pushed the Queen alongside her weapon off the rooftop.

And yet, a sharp eye saw her smiling as she fell into a conjured portal.

Having appeared far above with a single knee down while leaning no the Storyslayer, now bloodied and with her limbs awkwardly bent. She held her forehead with her free hand, while the Storyslayer glowed: holding it forward with a shaky grip, she made an X-motion into the air, and writing made in black flames emerged.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones”

“Swords and lances may pierce my heart”

“My body may be crushed and burnt, scattered into ash”

“But I persist throughout the Story, in eternal life, in immortal blood, to the last page.”



The words burned, and then glowed with sickly anti-rainbow colors before fading away. As they did, the Queen’s broken body immediately began to repair, but not because of Reinforcement magic. She breathed deeply, and laughed.

“Hah hah…All I can manage is the shortest little poem…But this should be enough.” She spoke as she ripped out the Blessed Fairy Bolt shaft off of her forehead. However, the wounds have not fully healed, leaving nasty black splotches on her body, as if stained by ink.

Lily was not amused, and pointed accusingly at her.

“Hey! Did you just write a new rule or something? That’s cheating, and probably bad for the world!”

“Perhaps…But what is one more plothole but a drop in the inkwell!?” The Queen taunted. “I am now one with the Story itself, my life eternally bound to its pages! You cannot hope to defeat me!”

However, Lily was not listening, as she realized that Mariette had a confrontation with her fellow Asengav girls, eventually leading to an attack from Lea.

“MARIETTE!” Lily yelled as, just like before at the mansion battle, she tackled Mariette, this time out of the way of Lea’s venomous punch, causing the two to fall off the rooftop, now in freefall.



“Of course, leave it to me!” The Cheshire Cat cheerfully agreed to Connie’s request, and sat down on the command chair. “Nyaow! You’re listening to mya, myaggots!” She took on quite a brash attitude emulating a tough army personality, if a bit hindered by her cat-like speech.

Later, when MDP appeared, having informed of her intent to join the final battle, the Cheshire Cat perked up. “Oh, I can help! I’ll make a cat flap to Covington Tower!” With yet another swish of her magical tail, a cat flap doorway appeared, opening to the rooftop access doorway of Covington Tower.
Elora's smile gradually turned more natural as as she realized Serah accepted the gift, only to gasp in shock as she was embraced by her.
"Oh, um, please…” She tried to protest, but couldn’t fully commit to it. In the end, she awkwardly reciprocated the hug before finally pushing softly away. The wide smile on the blunette was a bit more than the shy pilot had bargained for, though she did let herself feel content with how happy she ended up.

Afterwards, as the table was prepared with the dishes, Elora sat down, her hands on her knees and eyes lowered, though she did give a small friendly wave of the hand to the other guests. Aurora was quite beautiful, yet she also carried herself with poise and grace, almost like a fairytale princess. However, she also seemed a bit distant, which was understandable: Elora also liked to sit at the far side of the table from her if possible. She also greeted Minerva, finding her style incredibly cool and empowering, like a rock star. Sparks, while less glamorous, dressed quite nicely. “H-Hello, mister Quinn,” she greeted him.

Arrish himself outshone the former guests as the host for the occasion, seemingly in his element as he organized the fancy affair. However, it was Lucius who most caught her attention, finding herself stealing glances at his uniform, and blushing at seeing his dashing smile. At that moment she felt a bit self-conscious at her own dress and lack of fashion sense, with a dress that she felt must have looked like a tailored tablecloth: she must have seemed very plain and boorish with nothing really going on, like a mere commoner among the upper crust. Even Rhylaen, who was in a more casual style, seemed to fit in more than her.

Still, she quietly enjoyed her dinner, her eyes wide in awe at the performing servers. The food was nothing like she had tasted before, and her eyes sparkled at the deliciousness of it all. “Ahh! So good!” She found herself giddily exclaiming, soon to be followed up with a grimace of anxiety at having been accidentally so loud. “Uh, sorry…” Fortunately, it seemed neither Corporal was present to chide her about uncouth table manners. However, she found it strange that Ava Lane, a very diligent and responsible person and the squad leader of their unit, was absent. She was probably very busy, she thought to herself.
Nukkelina Nieminen



Nukkelina noticed the tremor that began to take over the ship, causing the green-hued hall to tilt precariously. However, Nukkelina, borne aloft on silvery lines of near-imperceptibility, ignored such troubles, and kept a tight rein on Pekka to ensure the enchanted puppet stood its ground in its battle against the Iron Queen impostor. She gave a throwaway glance at the boisterous Esper who remained at the doorway: she seemed similar to Nina in their simple-minded brutishness. Yet, she would yet to see if she also matched the latter’s capacity for foolishness.

The approximating abomination attempted to trap Nukkelina via a viscous web: the Puppetress responded without a blink of the eye by spinning to summon a Minion, followed by kicking the poor little guy backwards like a ballerina, sending it straight into the net, neutralizing the threat. She then followed up with another spin, her leg still poised like on a vintage music box, controlling Pekka to shoulder-tackle the arm with all its might. The moment it was slowed down, Nukkelina would lift a hand, and with pointed fingers shoot a diagonal string right through the amorphous approaching arm while letting Pekka be knocked back like a ragdoll.

To an onlooker, this might have seemed like a pointless attack…Until the trap was sprung as the string had pierced it’s target: the Gravity spell imbued in the string’s tip embedded in the ceiling activated in the form of puppeteer strings flickering in and out, pulling the amorphous mass upwards.

"Your move," Nukkelina spoke rigidly to Jack as she pulled on her strings and lifted Pekka up, the monstrous construct having risen like a feather despite it’s bulk. She was ready to defend against new attacks as she observed how the sharp-toothed comrade in arms would take advantage of the opening she had given.

Elora arrived with a bit of red to her cheeks, feeling anxious for arriving at a social gathering like this. Yet, as socially awkward as she was, she had several reasons to attend. For one, she felt responsible for her failure in the practice mission, and so felt she owed it to the rest of the squad to make an appearance, lest she be forever marked as a hopeless outcast. Her second reason was that she wanted to distract herself from the grueling reality of life aboard Solaire, spent between training and learning about software, and more recently hardware with Bugatti's tutoring. She also felt like it was the only good opportunity to wear the dress she originally bought for her graduation after-party, but never ended up attending.

But most importantly, Elora was grateful for the kindness Serah had shown her by trading the gift from Bugatti to herself. So, to make up for it, she had arrived, holding something behind her back as she approached Serah and the others in the group. "Um, hi, Serah." She glanced at the others, and shook slightly from nervousness.
"So, um, I wanted to thank you for being so nice to me. And well, as I visited the Pit in the engineering section together with mister Bugatti, I...managed to get this." She brought out the surprise gift: a bottle of Strawberry Daiquiri.
"Uh, surprise~" she added with an anxious smile. "I, uh, thought you might like it."
Nukkelina Nieminen



Tangled strings.

The worst nightmare of a puppeteer.

While animated puppets are a potent weapon among Esperkind, even they had their weaknesses. And Nukkelina had to accept her own limits as Pekka charged forth across the blue room, only for a certain Esper to ruin her careful arrangement with her chain, ending wrapped up in the process as well. While the sight might have been amusing to an onlooker, the puppet girl herself glared at Nina, her expression stone cold as her arms waved around, attempting to undo the knots that have bound her.
"You're in my way," she spoke, her emotionless tone even more stilted as usual.

Finally, with Pekka spinning and backflipping enough times, the strings were finally cleared, and Nukkelina drew them tightly, a single finger plucking them like a lyre. However, it was a silent orchestra, and soon ended as Nukkelina left Nina behind and entered the green chamber, where a black cube had transformed into a person.

...It was someone Nukkelina recognized.

"...Asimov," Nukkelina quietly spoke, and Pekka took a menacing step forward, hands down but claws upright.

"Go. I will deal with this mockery myself," she spoke to her fellow Espers as she sent the Minion with them to scout, or to be the comic relief for the next inevitable trap.
"Ser Puupää...Smash this putrid pudding to a pulp."
She lifted the strings up, and Pekka jumped forwards like a two-legged beast, ready to duel the Iron Queen.
Her dull words tinged with something buried beneath...It was anger.
The sound of clacking keys repeated in a pilot’s cabin, a girl in flower-patterned pajamas typing away on her computer. While normally reserved for software engineers aboard Solaire, Elora had requested a workstation for her to process the data accumulated by Logic Diver. While a lot of the workflow was automated with the aid of artificial intelligence, Elora needed to parse through and adjust the weighting for data priority: terrain formation, positioning and movement, weapon accuracy, and so on. However, the clacking then stopped, as her eyes drifted over to a notification of an incoming message. Her eyes widened upon seeing the sender’s name.

“Oh no…Did I do something wrong…again?”

She opened the message, her fearful eyes skimming over Ava’s suggestions.

“Oh…Uh…”

Elora wondered about what she should write back, worried about incurring the squad leader’s wrath: she didn’t know Ava too well, but based on the few times she’s seen her she seemed very serious and no nonsense. Regardless, she had more confidence speaking her mind over the network than face-to-face, and so she sent a response:

Corporal Lane,

Thank you for your advice and suggestions. I previously considered swapping Logic Diver’s Automatic Battle Rifle for a Gatling Gun, as I felt that my Primary Weapon System was not sufficient to provide fire support on the field. I also believe I could handle the increased recoil thanks to my training.

However, your suggestions to swap the Cloaking Field for better mobility is not something I have considered. At first, I thought I could provide intelligence from the shadows, but the recent battle proved those tactics can be subverted by the enemy. Perhaps a shift to a less solitary role and integrating more to the squad might be for the better. I will need to think on this.

Thank you for being fair with your criticisms. I hope, that, should your schedule permit, we could spend some time discussing new tactics based on data I have accumulated.

Signed,

Cadet Elora Liu’un.


With a wary finger, she pressed the send key, then sighed deeply. She shut the computer and tucked herself under the sheets, soon in restless sleep.
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