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I no idea of the series (although now looking into it.) But I have never tried the idea of roleplaying as a ship with an avatar before, actually sounds interesting.
The anime sadly is only one season but I think there a few movies as well. Essentially, the ship itself is the "main" body and the avatar is the "secondary" body. The actual "soul" of the being is located in their core which can exist without either.
The pressure around her was supposed to iron chains to restrain her from taking any more foolish actions, but she found them closer to warm blanket. How many times had she pleaded to the gods that if what she was doing was wrong for someone to stop her? Rudolf spoke to her like a kindred spirit and she believed him. The simple idea that there was something else who might feel the same kind of hurt was enough to send her into a second round of sobbing. Ciradyl didn't care about what he revealed in the desert. Not now. Now she was desperately hanging on to his sweet idea that maybe...just maybe she wasn't alone in the world just yet.
It was always donning one mask after the other, ditching the ones that no longer suited her needs. At some point she had lost herself in the pile of discarded personas. The songstress Ciradyl was a liability and her true feelings were a danger. Now the masks she wore were ash in her hands, leaving behind only the original only...it was in pieces and she didn't know how to put it back. She had put all that she was and all that she had on the line....and she had accomplished her goal. Hien was now in charge of loyal, devoted resistance and a network that infiltrated all aspects of the invaders organization command. There was simply nothing left on the table for her to take back.
"Believe me. Life's a battlefield. It's hell to fight alone."
After hearing this, Ciradyl not only stopped resisting but in fact clung onto his arms never once looking back at him. The words were different but it was something close to what her father had once said to her during one of their hunts. Ciradyl had those under her command, including the capable Chisaki, but strategically it had been her against Valheim. She had been fighting in hell for an entire year. That was perhaps why she just couldn't see the Kirins as true comrades, even Izayoi. They would eventually leave for their quest and she would be left behind, alone once more.
"We will discuss this later. For now, wait. You are complicating the situation at the moment."
Those words from the friend she should have cherished most stung, especially as her delusions of love began to fade. How truly useless she was in this state. The intense crying from earlier had started to calm down, turning into sniffles and occasional tear. Ciradyl feel more exhausted in this moment than she had ever felt in her entire life. Mizutani's regained voice did not help this matter and she felt herself tighten up once more. Miina had at least gotten something out of the wrench.
Her chest felt like it might implode as her greatest fear came to fruition. She might have been able to keep a poker face and pass it off as the last, desperate words of a psychopath. Alas, Ciradyl had no energy or desire to do so. Izayoi stabbing her sword into Mizutani's abdomen came only a brief relief. Her expression went blank and the last of her tears dripped onto the floor like the last gasp of life inside her had gone out.
"Rudolf. Release her." "Finish what you started. If you will not, I will. The rest, we will discuss back at the safehouse."
Cirady's vacant gaze looked up at Izayoi as she had approached and then at the stiletto in front of her. Mint-green eyes red from her tears lingered on the silver blade, at her reflection through the splattered blood. Her attention was so focused on her stilleto that she hadn't even spotted Miina finishing her task, only finally reacting to the morbid sounds. Mizutani was dead, just like that, and a hollowness overcame as she finally took the stiletto into her hands. Silently she tucked it away where she had hidden it earlier and struggled to her feet.
She took a good look at Mizutani's corpse before she followed behind Izayoi.
Ciradyl was sitting down as Izayoi began looking like a shell of the imposing, serene figure she had been. Izayoi's words startled her from her daze and she flinched. Now would come the reckoning she so rightfully deserved and there was no resistance to be offered. There was hardly a friendly face she could turn in the room...except for one. Esben's sudden approach caused a brief interruption in the melancholy she had been experiencing. Her eyes followed his movement and even let out a small gasp as he insisted on sitting behind her, leaning on her back for support. This casual and nonchalant attitude had taken her completely off guard as did his words. She simply nodded in response saving her energy for what she was about to say.
"It is the truth. The deaths of a number of our countrymen is on my hands." She spoke dryly, though her eyes betrayed her regret and sorrow.
How much did they want to know? She could go on in detail about every little move she made following Valheim's occupation of Kugane. The regret she felt was that there had been little other options. No one had seen the fervor of its citizens when Edren drew closer. The country had been left almost destitute after the war. She had decided shortly after Valheim began its invasion she would resist in their stead. That lead to the removal of trouble warriors and officials that would rally the commonfolk in a suicidal attack. Hien's resistance was strong and loyal thanks to her efforts but now it was time for her to hand it over. There were a number of personel that would not bow to their new lord while Ciradyl was present so...much like she did to others, she would have to disappear.
If the pair descended down the stairs back into the room that had contained the gunner, they would catch sight of Arton with his back towards them guarding the stairwell. There were no new corpses but Arton's breathing appeared to be a bit labored and beads of sweat tricked down his face from time to time. Smoke had begun to permeate through the entire structure but it had not completely engulfed the the two floors they were on yet. His focus was so honed in on where they enemy might emerge that he didn't notice the footsteps of his allies behind him.
His skin tingled with a unpleasant but not painful sensation and his chest-plate felt restrictive around his chest. It was similar to something he felt a couple times before and there was enough distinction to convince him it wasn't a simple panic attack. He gritted his teeth to help recenter his attention on the stairwell they had used to get into this room. This...condition that had started to affect him was why he had elected to remain behind as they rest moved into the room with Ciradyl and Mizutani. He really should have asked the sage Cid for assistance but his issue seemed minor at the time.
How foolish. It was not as if a white mage powerful enough to help him would just be lying around the next corner. When he had started this journey with Team Kirin, Arton was confident he could bring this issue up with Neve when the time came. The fact he hadn't properly slept since they returned to Kugane likely wasn't helping either. Now his neglect of his personal health had the potential to burden the rest of the party. He inhaled deeply, held it for a couple seconds, and slowly released the air back out. Tonight he was going to rest fully after a hearty meal.
Their voices had been drowned out when she had started to press her blade down towards Mizutani's neck. Every instance of abuse by her hands flashed in her mind as the silver metal drew closer. She wished she had the willpower left to resist the murderous urge that engulfed her. The idea that Izayoi and her new friends might learn of what she had done to secure Hien's position terrified her. Individual rivals to Hien's rule that were carefully taken out. Resistance cells with incompetent fighters and weak leaders given up to Valheim as an offering. Pretending to be Mizutani's little pet to manipulate her into working towards Osprey's interests instead of her own. Ciradyl had to silence any chance of that happening or...or whoever she was before would be completely lost.
A frustrated scream left her lips as she was lifted off the target of her wrath. She did not have the strength to resist Rudolf as she was quickly pulled off the bleeding Mizutani and restrained. The crime lord looked at her with wide, betrayed eyes not saying a word as the distance between them grew. Ciradyl squirmed in Rudolf's arms praying for the slim chance his grip might be loose enough for her to get one more shot at Mizutani's life. It was no use. The stiletto bounced on the ground next to them as his hold set in. Its faint ding as it hit the floor proved a trigger for the tears to start flowing down her cheeks.
She had struggled and fought so hard to give Osprey a future in the past year. Ciradyl had given everything she had to give in setting up a resistance that could take back their country. Her efforts had bled her dry and now she felt completely empty. The muscles that had been resisting Rudolf's hold relaxed knowing that there was little else to be done. The trust she might have held with the members of Team Kirin was certainly eroded. What value was there in a person who deceived even their friends and allies?
Mizutani stared blankly up at the ceiling as Galahad put pressure on her wound with Miina arriving soon after. She tilted her head slightly to look at the tall man listening to him speak and nodded weakly. Her sweet and timid Cici...what had happened? Mizutani had used the girl to gather intelligence on Opsreans working against Valheim so that she could turn them in for favor and rewards. She even had her cozy up to some of the Valheim officials to learn about their interests and skeletons she could exploit. That was at least what she had believed. Now she was going to die by the hands of her most cherished pet.
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The year is 2059 and 90% of the Earth's surface is covered by ocean due to global warming and rising sea levels. This might have spelled the disaster for humanity if not for an equally devastating event. Amidst this environmental disaster, A fleet of powerful sentient warships appeared seemingly out of nowhere and
assaulted the navies of the world in the year 2039. Coastal settlements not destroyed by rising sea levels were wasted by horrific, alien weapons of war.
The advanced technology of the hostiles, collectively referred to as the Fleet of Fog, made quick work of any opposition. There was little, if anything, the forces of humanity could do to stem the tide of their enemies' absolute power. It was in the year 2049 that a last, desperate offensive was conducted against the Fleet of Fog consisting of a large number of warships from a coalition of nations. It was a total defeat for Human fleet and with it came a total blockade of travel over sea by the Fleet of Fog.
Undersea communications and satellites were also destroyed with other means of communication being actively jammed by the Fleet of Fog. The fragile alliance of human governments face constant threats from internal and external forces. Control over the Earth's oceans belong solely to the Fleet of Fog and there had been little to suggest this would ever change. Now a full decade since their invasion, a new independent force is stirring up the balance of power. A force neither bound to the will of the admiralty code nor the laws of humanity.
Humanity is on the verge of Extinction.
No nation has both the technology or resources left to combat the Fleet of Fog and without any way to communicate, they are unable to pool their strength for one last gambit.
Nine years ago on a fateful day the Fog Carrier Shinano left the Fleet for unknown reasons triggering a intense hunt for the rouge ship. Shinano was left crippled after numerous engagements and she might have sunk if not for a fateful encounter with a small vessel that held the key to her survival. The ship held two brilliant scientists from the nearby nation of Japan along with their young son. With their cooperation, Shinano and her new human allies developed a technology that belonged to neither the Fleet or Humanity: the Phantom Drive. A device that could range from concealing radio signals to fully enveloping the area around the ship with an invisibility field.
Tales of a strange ship on the horizon began to spread across nations around the globe but never once did it ever try to establish contact. Shinano travelled the world in search for more like herself. Anomalies under the will of the Admiralty Code. What started as a single vessel soon developed into a fleet that could hold its own in battle. It soon became clear with the growing humanity within Shinano that something needed to change and the so-called Phantom Fleet would need to be its heralds.
The human scientists that developed the Phantom Drive were killed during a battle with large Fog fleet that caught them off-guard, leaving behind their now adult son. Their deaths nearly drove Shinano to the brink of madness but she was calmed down by the son and her new companions. This tragedy convinced Shinano to carry out the dreams of her human friends and challenge the status quo. The hope of humanity was now carried in the cargo hold of its greatest threat.
After an awkward and tense first contact, the Phantom Fleet is now positioned off the coast of Japan where they are awaiting a human diplomat they have promised safe passage to the nearby territory of CSAT as a sign of goodwill. The skies are a clear blue and the waves are calm yet there is anxiety in the air. Can former enemies trust each other to bring forth a brighter future for them both?
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