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Zahra Mazghuuri + Maria Leonora "Len" Trillanes + Marianne Solenn "Maman" Trudeau

(Done with permission from @Stern Algorithm.)
(Also a collaborative post between @Sgt Vandingo and @Selvariabell)




Moments before combat…

Zahra was momentarily surprised at Oh-Cee’s greeting, then further surprised when she learnt that she was Cassius’, the man who was drunk before the battle even began, AI. A well-spoken and polite AI, Oh-Cee made quite the first impression, almost a complete opposite of what Cassius gave. It now made sense how Cassius was still alive, despite his poor combat ethic and habits. He had his very own guardian angel, or something akin to one. Of course, that alone didn’t excuse Cassius’ behaviour, but, surface level inspection aside, Cassius did not appear to be as useless as some would be lead to believe. There was a spark of intelligence in him that he hid well with his intoxication, but Zahra could tell there was something indeed. Oh-Cee was proof of that. An AI that formal wouldn’t stick around with a drunkard. They’d ask for a transfer, or something like that. She’d have to keep an eye on them, for sure.

”Thank you for the warm greeting, Oh-Cee. We look forward to working with you as well. Good luck to you as well, and many thanks for saving us from Pilot Chaplain, we appreciate it immensely.” She responded, silently uttering a prayer of gratitude for not being forced to listen to the drunken mans ramblings or anything of the sort. That wouldn’t be good for morale, at all. Here’s hoping that would actually make a difference…



Moments after the first post done in regards to the Battle of Haven…

There are very few times in combat when a plan stays in-tact after first contact, and this was not one of those times. The squad of Haven pilots fell into disarray soon after First Contact was made, with a couple going off on their own, others firing before being instructed to do so. It was up to Zahra to pull them all back together, and form a cohesive battle formation to break the wave of Red Star forces. The drones she had sent up started building up their multi-dimensional map from their vantage point up high in the sky, finding targets then reporting them back to Zahra.

Isaac- the pilot in Algemon, the sniper, requested that all pilots link maps and sensors so that they had a better view of the battlefield, and Zahra quickly obliged, and sent her map to the rest of the squad as one of her observation drones was blown out of the sky by a well-placed shot by an enemy NC. Zahra, as calm as ever, reported the location of all of the NCs that she had spotted as the rest of her drones started jerking around in the sky to avoid any stray shots that came their way while still reporting enemy positions. She finally gave out her orders in the calming yet commanding tone she would be known for in the future, further cementing her role as the best choice for team leader. Commander Narra had chosen wisely indeed.

”There are several NC combatants on a collision course with us, and while I would rather we outnumber them and take them down by focused fire, I trust you to deal with the one you are after, Pilot Laeda.
Pilot Ang, LaBelle, Trillanes, please stay to the rear and provide covering fire where you see fit, stay sharp though, we still do not know where the cloaker went. There is another enemy NC around, however it doesn’t seem to have taken an interest in us just yet, please keep an eye on it and report anything it does. Take it out when you can, but only if there’s no other target.”


A moment passed, she waited for the squad to respond to her orders. Something else caught her attention, however. Her drones spotted the form of Phoenix Inferno seconds before it barrelled into Kxeyun, much too late for Zahra to yell a warning. She winced as the battle was well and truly joined, then sent the six drones that were building up the smokescreen to support her. Things were going to get bad fast, she thought to herself. Another contact appeared on her drones feed, far more alarming than Phoenix Inferno, since this contact was barreling right towards her. A gargantuan ursine-like NC, leaping from building to building, its target, Zahra’s own NC, Hisn-ul-Ghayma. She braced herself, holding out her axe in an attempt to skewer the enemy NC as it charged into her, but nevertheless was calm and collected when giving her follow-up orders.

”Pilot Amarati has been engaged, Pilot Ang, LaBelle, provide her cover as best as you can, Pilot Trillanes, make sure nothing gets closer to them more than it needs to. Pilot Chaplain, d’Vexille, Trudeau, back up Kxeyun as best you can, Pilot Laeda, let us know if you need support. I have a contact coming my way, but I can handle them. Pilot Steiner, stick with the group. You’re one of the most valuable to us, and the enemy are bound to focus you should they get the chance. Keep your head down, support us as best you can without exposing yourself.”

“Yes ma'am. They shall not pass!”, Len affirmed as her drones made a killzone, determined to keep the enemy at bay. Len's drones, while not as advanced as her commanding officer’s, are undeniably more disposable, and Len would not think twice to send some scout drones to make kamikaze runs should the killzone be overan.

Affirmatif, je suis sur le cas (Affirmative, I'm on the case).”, Maman meanwhile answered as her NC broke the speed of sound. As a fighter-type mech with hard light, it took awhile for the La Maman to launch. Fortunately, her top speed allowed her to respond and engage at a moment’s notice once airborne.


The bad news kept coming, though. Pilot Isaac sent a distressing messaging, informing everyone that he was being assaulted mentally, and to stay out of his sights until he had it under control. There was no doubt in Zahra’s mind, this was the doing of the nefarious Red Star Commander, Osamu Akiyama. She let out the rest of her drones, then sent half of them towards his location, and then kept the rest of them to open fire on the ursine-like NC as soon as it was in range of their coilguns.

”Negative, Pilot Ang. Keep any other enemies off of Pilot Amarati as best you can, firing into the combat is too risky. Pilot Trillanes, assist Pilot Ang to the best of your abilities. I will attempt to disable Pilot LaBelle.”

“Affirmative.”, Len replied as she tries to contain her disdain of Cody, particularly the fact he is ethnically Chinese.

Len's hatred for the Chinese stems back from her youth as she experienced Chinese oppression and atrocities firsthand. For her, the Chinese are nothing less than the spawn of Satan himself, godless barbarians hell-bent in destroying all of God's creations and erase Christian civilization.


Zahra's drones flew through the air at breakneck speed towards Algemon, and although small, he could most certainly make out their shapes coming towards him, coil-guns already spinning up.

Things were definitely going south, and fast.




Cassius/Oh-Cee + Maria Leonora "Len" Trillanes + Marianne Solenn "Maman" Trudeau







Oh-Cee, and by extension Cassius, shared Zahra’s feelings. Already almost half of their number were occupied in one way or another. One of them had leapt forward to meet an enemy NC while asking the group to “trust her”, another one was in the middle of a brawl with another NC, the cloaker was nowhere to seen, another ally ran forward to engage Red Star ground forces, and someone was already compromised by the Red Star commander. All in all, things could have definitely gone better.

But, they had their orders. Like good soldiers, they were going to follow them. Oh-Cee had already changed directions, shifting her focus from the pilot-less NC back to Sahaquiel, and started boosting her way towards her, albeit still quite the distance. Between them, was a proper battlefield too. More Red Star ground forces entered the fray with every passing second. Ahead, several jets screamed out of the carrier bays of one of the larger transports that had penetrated the barrier, and arced down towards the group, firing off missiles towards the largest clusters of Haven forces-, those being the ranged fire support at the back, as well as the small part of the squad that was heading towards Sahaquiel, Oh-Cee excluded. The missiles failed to hit their mark, but they got close. The ground thundered with the rippling explosions, and the jets screamed away as they began preparing for yet another pass.

Ahead of her, pulling into the road that Oh-Cee was running down, a large, quad-treaded battletank with two giant, menacing barrels drove into view, and started aiming down the ruined road, towards Oh-Cee. She barely managed to warn Cassius to jerk to the side as both of the barrels fired at once, both large shells passing beside Oh-Cee harmlessly, before impacting against a building close to Alexei. Luckily for Oh-Cee, it still hadn’t seen her, which she had to thank her jamming field for. Barely seconds after the shells had impacted the side of the building, steam and smoke stopped billowing out of the barrels, obviously it had finished reloading, and was going to fire once more.
Well, Oh-Cee couldn’t allow that, could she?

Unjamming right beside the massive Overlord, she could only imagine the crew’s surprise when she grabbed the right-most barrel, and yanked outwards to pull it off. Small arms fire from the coaxial mounted LMG pittered off of her armour, more an annoyance than an actual threat, to which she responded by pinching the small gun barrel, and silenced it. Inside the tank, she could hear the panicked crew argue back and forth about what to do in Chinese. They didn’t manage to come up with many ideas, however, as she placed her other hand underneath the right tread, and lifted the Overlord up onto its side. Soon, it went from panicked voices arguing about how to eliminate the enemy NC, to terrified voices forced to await their deaths.

Oh-Cee would oblige them.

Releasing her hold against the Overlord, but still forcing it on its side, she stepped back, and kicked at its underside as hard as she could. Her foot sunk in, easily piercing the (comparatively)thin underside armour of the tank, and she heard the wet, sickening crunch of bodies being crushed between two hard places, then the tank itself fell onto its top. The voices inside had stopped, either dead, or wounded enough to be put out of the fight for good, just like the tank.

Len smiled with delight as she witnessed Oh-Cee mercilessly kill the Overlord crew.

“That's right! Send those bastards to the hell where they came from! Deus Vult!”, Len cheered at Oh-Cee as the latter finish off the crew.


”This is Oh-Cee, moving to respond. The battle has now been well and truly joined, good luck everyone, again.” Oh-Cee allowed herself to respond to the group, then darted backwards once more as the jets finally made their next pass, this time firing off a pair of missiles towards her as well as the two targets they had fired and missed the first time around. She got a better look at them now, as they were closer, though she had seen them countless times before. This was just the most recent encounter she had with their sleek, dark black-red death-raining forms. Six missiles sat underneath their wings, though by now four had been used totally, allowing the jets to make only another one pass before they were forced to change to their miniguns. That wasn’t any better, of course. That would shred Oh-Cee if she was hit by a round or six, so she had to keep her distance. Didn’t help that she didn’t have anything that could deal with them very well. They were both too fast, and too far for her shotguns to reach them.

”I may need some help dealing with the hostile air before I can get to Pilot Amarati. Pilot Trudeau, d’Vexille, would you kindly?”

Maman t'a couvert, ma cherie (Mama has got you covered, my dear).” Maman responded as she changed her objective from supporting Kxeyun to dealing with the enemy air force.

She tracked her radar on the enemy fighters. La Maman's radar acquired multiple targets, and locked-on the closest seven fighters. She aimed her Rhongomyniad on the lead fighter, trimming her NC. She breathed slowly, inhaling, then held her breath for a moment as the target is squarely in her sights.

She pulled the trigger.

The Rhongomyniad fired a spiral beam of hard light traveling at the speed of light at her target.

Suffice to say, the lead plane was evaporated in a blink of an eye, probably unaware of what had struck him. Knowing the rigid command structure of the Red Star, it was safe to assume that the rest of the formation would stick to their last order.

Not letting the opportunity pass, she fired six air-to-air missiles, one per each fighter. True enough, the headless formation didn't even abandon their strafing run to make evasive maneuvers. The missiles made quick work of the fighters.

La Maman may have wiped out an enemy formation, but she was still a long way away from achieving air superiority, as the Red Star still had an overwhelming number of fighters over Darwin’s forces.


While momentarily surprised by the cold efficiency of Maman’s NC, Oh-Cee was jostled out of her state as a single round clipped her left shoulder and tore a chunk out of the top of it, though it still worked fine. Less than half a second later, she dashed to the side as yet more rounds chewed through the ground where she had been standing moments before. Behind her, two jet-like NCs transformed and landed on the ground, kicking up dust where they landed, and let loose with their dual-minigun arms, looking like something similar to a Viking from Starcraft. One went for Oh-Cee, whereas the other one made a beeline straight towards Vectis. Up above, more jets tore into the battlefield, and took up positions behind La Maman, preparing to engage her in an air-to-air battle.

Oh-Cee dashed behind a building in time to avoid the next spray of high velocity rounds, which tore chunks out of the building Oh-Cee was hiding behind. Cassius was tossed around in the interior, and his shoulder was already bruised from the hit Oh-Cee took, but nonetheless, he neither complained nor comment about how he should have seen or heard them earlier, especially since he had known they were there, thanks to Zahra’s drones.

”Jamming field still has a cooldown for three minutes, Pilot Cassius. What do you say we do?” Oh-Cee asked in Cassius’ private comms.
”Dunno darlin’, m’drunk an’ yer in m’ead. Y’know me better than’nyone.” He grunted in response, trying to bite his tongue to better deal with the pulsating pain in his shoulder.
”Mm. You are an annoyance, Pilot Cassius. Guess we run at them and hope they don’t hit us.”
”G’luck darlin’, and y’know y’love me for it.
”A humans concept of love requires admiration, attraction, devotion and respect. Conclusion: I am 75% in love.” And with that, Oh-Cee darted out from behind the building the moment the barrage of gunfire ended, then started boosting her way towards the enemy NC, shotguns already firing at it. The NC took the shots in stride, finished reloading, and opened up on Oh-Cee once more, forcing her to jerk from side to side along the road to avoid the rounds from absolutely trashing her chassis. Of course, she couldn’t avoid them all, and took several glancing hits to her body, legs and arms, each of which got a grunt out of Cassius.

All around the battlefield, situations like these were becoming more commonplace. Haven ground forces, while powerful in their own right, simply didn’t have the numbers against Red Star’s superior forces, and soon were pushed back through Darwin, slowly getting to the second battle-line, though they were bleeding Red Star for all they were worth. Soon the ranged support NCs were being fired upon by enemy tanks across the battlefield, finding that their cannons were just at good at targeting far away targets as they were close ones. The rounds themselves were deadly. A single blow from them would disable most NCs, and so far, their shots were getting closer and closer to actually hitting something important.

All the while, Zahra’s precious drones kept feeding the 1st Volunteer Division invaluable information, maintaining their three-dimensional map of the surrounding area, marking targets as they entered their field of vision. Said information was giving Haven perhaps it’s only edge against Red Star. They knew where almost every enemy was, though how they used that information, was up to the individual pilot.
Cassius Chaplain







Cassius stared at Cody for a long second, before taking the datapad without really understanding what he meant. He continued staring at the man for a while, before Oh-Cee finally filled him in, after which his eyes lit up with drunken recognition.

”Oh! Right y’are, Darlin’s onnit.” He managed to blurt out as he pulled out his earpiece, and plugged it into the datapad. He pulled it out a second later, then pushed the datapad back to the man, smiling drunkenly. ”Thanks buddy.”

He saluted the man briskly, then waited for him to get moving before following at the back of the column of pilots. He did a quick headcount of all of the pilots, in case they forgot one back at the coffeehouse. Odd though, he thought there were a lot fewer than twenty, completely unaware that he was seeing double, or triple in some cases. He just wasn’t that good at counting. He shook his head, then continued on towards the hangar, getting more inhibited with every passing step.

He broke off from the group somewhere between, and took a quick detour to his room to ‘restock’ on alcohol. He left his empty canteens wherever he dropped them while fiddling around with his vest pouches, then left as quickly as he entered, once again, slightly more intoxicated than before. By the time he got to Oh-Cee, which, in itself was no small feat for Cassius, he could barely stand up straight. He grinned his ear-to-ear grin at her, even happy to see her in his drunken stupor, then stumbled up towards her, uncaring of the commotion he was making in the rapid environment that was the hangar.

”Oh-Shee! Hey there darlin’, ‘ow’re you handlin’?”
”Pilot Cassius, get in please. I will point you in the right direction, you drive. Just like always, yes?”
”Y’didn’t answer! ‘Ow’re you, y’big lumpa metal and love?!” He slurred as he fell against her in a massive hug, and despite the size different, he was still able to get his arms part-way around her massive bulk. ”Robotish!”

Oh-Cee let out a loud sigh of resignation at Cassius acting like the drunken child he was, though she couldn’t outwardly react to it. Yet, at the very least.

”Pilot Cassius, please, we are late as usual, please get insi-! Take your hands off my rear armour panels.- Please get inside, we will be left behind. I will deal with… communications with the rest of the team.”
”Ansah th’queschun! How’s ya little robo-butt likin’ ya chassis?”
”...” Oh-Cee let out another, much louder sigh at Cassius, then finally relented. ”It’s got some ticks that I need to sort out with you when you’re not… you. Other than that, it’s fine, get inside, NOW. She emphasised the last bit, taking Cassius off guard for a second, though his drunken courage empowered him to not get intimidated by his pseudo-caretaker.

Admittedly, it didn’t last long. He quickly clambered into her cockpit barely a minute later, not bothering to change into something else more suitable for combat, then strapped himself in after a few failed attempts. Oh-Cee closed her compartment, effectively suspending Cassius in darkness. He didn’t mind, and, without thinking, reached into his vest to pull out a new canteen of whiskey, then took a small swig and dropped it somewhere inside Oh-Cee. He’d find it later.
Probably.



Oh-Cee Four/One




”Calibrations will begin once you’re linked in with me properly, just look as the lights as I turn them on, I’ll figure out the rest. And please, no more drinking, Pilot. You know the rules about throwing up in my cockpit.” At least she warned him this time. Was a lot more than he got the last time.

He grumbled in acknowledgement, and groggily plugged the cord that extended from the back of his pilots seat into the back of his head, then shuddered as the link was made.
Oh-Cee wasn’t spared from the feeling either, as her entire chassis shook for a split second as the influx of emotions and… drunkenness flooded into her system. It was quickly filtered out, and she took complete control once more. She ran the calibrations, turning on an interior light on one at a time and seeing how long Cassius took to look at it, and how long he could focus on it before his gaze went to something else. She hummed in satisfaction at him still performing well within his predicted parameters, then turned on the outside cameras on for him to look out of as she gently guided him into moving out of the hangar, well behind the rest of the group by now.
She also turned off his radio, and made sure he couldn’t get it back online without her knowing first. He pouted at first, before she distracted him by putting up the battleplan onto her viewscreen for him to look at. Like a child, he complied, and soon forgot about his radio being turned off. Oh-Cee would have smiled to herself if she could, then sent a broadcast to the squad, using their private frequency.

”Greetings, Pilots of the 1st International Volunteer Battalion, I am AI Designation Oh-Cee-Four/One-Bee-Ar, you may call me Oh-Cee. I am Pilot Chaplain’s personal AI, and I shall be taking the comms away from him during this mission. It’s for your own sanity, I assure you.” She let her voice travel through the radios of the other squaddies, before starting once more. ”Congratulations on the field promotion, Pilot Mazghuuri. I look forward to serving with you.” She ended the first broadcast with that, her calm and soft voice with a hint of a british accent cutting off soon after that as she went back to trying to coax Cassius into piloting her a bit faster as to catch up with the rest of the squad.
Due to knowing her stuff, Oh-Cee managed to do just that. Just in the nick of time too, it would seem



Cassius + Oh-Cee







As quick as always, they were in a combat situation. Oh-Cee sighed, but didn’t panic, nor did she or Cassius bother to kick up dirt in the face of the ‘ambush’. Acting on muscle memory and advice given from Oh-Cee, Cassius pushed Oh-Cee closer to the ground, to at least try to get some cover from the insane enemy pilot, and what they both guessed to be a possible sniper in the distance somewhere around the battlefield. Wouldn’t be beyond Red Star to do something that dishonourable.

”Predicted contacts to be numbered between four and six. We will be turning on our signal jammer now. We can hear you, but you won’t be able to hear us. Give us orders, we will carry them out as soon as we can. Good luck, 1st International Volunteer Pilots.” Oh-Cee sent a quick message through the squad’s radio frequency once more, before her form flickered to the sensors of the squad, then disappeared entirely, turning completely invisible to the sensors and cameras of everything on the field, though if something gazed upon Oh-Cee with their naked eyes, they’d notice her.

The signal jammer was only good for electronics, but it served its purpose. Activating the hoverpads on the bottom of Oh-Cee’s feet, Cassius slowly but methodically lifted her up off the ground, kicking up as little dirt as possible, as to remain stealthed, and started working his way around the flank of where the fire came from on the enemy side.

”Once more intah th’fire o’ war, huh, Darlin’?”
”You’re insufferable.”
Oh-Cee Four/One







Oh-Cee sent a ‘^o^’ back to Narra in response, then went back and woke up Cassius properly by shooting him with really loud music., then laughed at his reaction.

Today was going to be a good day. Eventful, sure, but good nonetheless. She had already pushed back the 'error' in her diagnostic back, willing to let it slip for now, just so she could have a good day with her pilot. That was probably for the best.




Cassius Chaplain







Cassius woke with a start, as one would expect when they’re blasted in the ear by metal. He winced, then rolled his eyes at the sounds of Oh-Cee malfunctioning from laughing too hard, and sighed hard. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, and reached into his vest for yet another flask, popped the lid, and drank until there was nothing left inside. He let out a loud groan as he realised where he was, then brought back his old smile, and greeted the new arrival, not quite hearing what she had called everyone before, since he was in his own daydream.

”Hi, I’m Caz, an’ I’m also gonna be real drunk in about thirty minutes. Mission started yet?” He asked the last part to nobody in particular, then finished the last drops of the coffee he had forgotten about, and slumped very slightly, still smiling, though at this point, it was quite the forced one.

Oh-Cee continued laughing.
Oh-Cee Four/One







It took Oh-Cee a while to respond to the Commander. Between manually checking her systems for a glitch, or a virus, anything that might’ve resulted in the previous malfunction, and attempting to calm her nerves, Oh-Cee responded four minutes late.

Yes, well, I do try my best. I would say that he is the destructive force, and I’m the thing that keeps him in line.
As for the rest of the team, well, I cannot-
A moment later, and she had read through all of the psychological profiles, save Cassius’. She knew his mental state more than Haven, so it wasn’t needed. After a short pause, she continued, this time thinking through what she said several hundred times before she sent them to the Commander. I… see Pilot Cassius as my first priority. However, he would be safer with a group, and as such, I will make sure to take special care of the members of the team that are… most at risk. Is that sufficient, Commander Narra, and do you wish to ask me anything else?

Oh-Cee paused. There was more she thought she should send, but she told herself that she should at least wait and confide in Cassius first-.
She had completely forgotten about her actual Pilot.
She quickly changed her perspective to hear out of Cassius’ earpiece, and finally let out her bated breath. Nothing had come out of the woodwork to kill him, so gradually her worry subsided, and she went back to thinking.

She laughed softly as Cassius snorted in his daydream, then 'woke' with a start, wide-eyed, before gradually settling back down, wanting to drift back into whatever he was thinking about.
Cassius Chaplain







Caz listened, and sighed. The others seemed to have the panicked girl under control for now, and there wasn’t much he could do that they couldn’t, so he’d leave it to them, and try to pick up the pieces if they failed. That’s how he usually did it, afterall. He drank a bit more of the tainted coffee, this time a lot slower than before, and almost flinched at the taste. He still wasn’t used to it, but it wasn’t the worst thing ever. He then nodded to Chelsea, and shrugged at her while smiling once more, and toasted her with his cup. He kept his frown to himself when he found his arms sluggish, and instantly knew he was already on the cusp of intoxication, again. Eh, he’d deal with it as it came, he mused to himself silently, then pulled out another canteen, popped the lid and took another swig. If he was gonna go into battle drunk, he might as well do his best to get as drunk as possible.

He continued listening in, not going out of his way to speak to anyone if they didn’t initiate, and just remained in his seat, leaning on the back two legs of the chair, in a poor attempt to balance. It was good to feel young again, though that came with bittersweet emotions. It didn’t matter, he closed his eyes. He’d ‘enjoy’ it as much as he could before the coming battle, he was owed that much, at least.




Oh-Cee Four/One




Oh-Cee listened and monitored Cassius’ vitals from the earpiece, and again, if she could frown to herself, she would. His heart-rate increased, and she felt him slipping into an induced dream state, something he had learnt to do over the years. Through monitored brain patterns, she could tell he was already in some other place, thinking back on the years, doing whatever he did whenever he faded. She couldn’t tell where he went. He never told her whenever she brought it up, and she couldn’t delve into his mind with him, though she’d do it in a heartbeat.

He was lost at this point, and she’d only bring him back if she had called out to him… but she didn’t. The only time he could dream was during the day, when he was awake. She knew the things that he saw when he slept, and she didn’t blame him for wanting other dreams for once. As a being incapable of dreaming, she didn’t know the feeling first hand, but with every simulation she ran, the more she was grateful that she didn’t dream. The things that both her and Cassius had seen over the years would be enough to panic even an AI, a being incapable of emotions. That was a scary thought, wasn’t it?

She shook herself out of her own dreamstate, if it could be called that, especially since she couldn’t dream, then made a mental note to pull Cassius out of his own daydream in nine minutes and forty-eight seconds. Until then…

She sent a message to Theodore Narra, the Commander of Haven, more or less. He was the only one that’d be able to give her what she wished, and it seemed that everyone else that she would have enjoyed talking to was currently in the same area as her Pilot, so that would complicate things.

Commander Narra, this is Oh-Cee, Pilot Cassius Chaplain’s AI and NC. I was wondering if you could send me the psych evaluation of all the allied pilots that will be operating with my Pilot and I. I intend to study them.
Er, not the probe kind of study, I assure you. Just their minds, and what I might expect from them during combat as to better formulate strategies based around their predicted maneuvers.

Thank you,
Oh-Cee.


She nodded to herself, happy with the message itself, then sent it to Theodore. Happy with the utilisation of her time, she decided she’d just run a diagnostic on herself, in-case anything was different within her…

/PackageData_Secure (Y/N)? Y
/ProtocolOne_Analysis=Operational: Assist Pilot Cassius
/ProtocolTwo_Analysis=Operational: Keep Pilot Cassius Alive
/InitiatedHibernation_Temporary (I/S)? I
/EmotionalRegulator_Active (Y/N)? Y
/AI_Core_Memory? Secure
/Cached_Data_Secure (Y/N)? Y-error
Diagnostic_/error:Run/ Error
Simulate_Analysis: {Quote}”diagnostic_/error… Error"{End_Quote}
Simulating…
Simulating…
Simulating…
Error.
RunX100_Start
Ru-
Error.
End_Diagnostic
Error.
End_Diagnostic- AuthCodes: ●●●●●●●●●
Error.
Emergency_Disengage/Reboot.


Rebooting.
DiagnosisLogWillNotBeSaved/Confirm? ...Confirm, AuthCodes:●●●●●●●●●

Oh-Cee woke up.
She wouldn’t be the first to admit that she was surprised.
Cassius Chaplain







Cassius sniffed as he listened to everyone, though he was trying to hide a grin from all the shenanigans. He had been there, once upon a time. Now, he just couldn’t care. Eventually, after being served his coffee, just as he asked, mind you, he grinned, and pulled out the same canteen he had used earlier to drink from, then poured the virulent substance into the coffee. He stared at his canteen for a moment, as if attempting to decide what to do with the remnants in the canteen, then shrugged, and threw his head back as he drank the rest. He sniffed again, then slid the now-empty canteen back into his vest, and took a swig of the coffee-alcohol mix.

Oh yeah, he regretted that. He hid it as best he could, but the straight-out-of-the-pot temperature of the coffee scalded his tongue, the alcohol just furthering the pain he felt. He shouldered it like a champ, and other than his eyes watering very slightly, he didn’t react whatsoever. He managed a smile towards Chelsea, who had asked his name, and he quickly swallowed both the substance and the pain, and continued smiling.

”Name’s Cassius Chaplain, youse can call me Caz fer short. Mr. Chaplain as well, I guess if ya wanna be formal. An’ aye, I’m pretty strange. But I’ma happy strange, ain’t I? Oh, an’ I specialise in close ranged fuckery. Oh-Cee’s got a massive shotgun she likes shovin’ up arses. Pleasure t’meet yaz all.” He continued smiling, even though his throat felt like it was set ablaze by the ridiculously hot coffee. He heard Oh-Cee laugh in his earpiece, which further embarrassed him for falling victim to such an innocent looking cup of flavoured water.

He smiled at Chelsea, and let her return to her conversation, then just leaned back and refused to touch the rest of the coffee, not trusting it anymore. He listened intently, then frowned as he heard the telltale sign of pausing before someone devolved into a crying fit, then managed to put the face behind the sound, and he looked across part of the table to Kxeyun, and frowned more, something that was rare to stay on his face for so long. He listened to Zahra, the veiled woman, attempt to calm her, then he sighed, and leaned back to get a good look at the poor girl.

”There’s skeletons in everyone’s closet, miss. Everyone makes mistakes, you need to learn when to take them out for a dusting so they don’t creep into your nightmares. It’s alright, time is the healer of all wounds.” He dropped his accent and tried smiling to comfort her, though he doubted she’d even look his way. He nodded, then turned back to the rest of the group, sighed, and went to take a puff of his cigar, before thinking about the rest of the group for once, and sighing once more as he snuffed out the cigar on his dogtags, which had long been scratched away so that they were no more than just tiny pieces of silver with no inscriptions.

”Are you alright, Pilot Cassius? I am detectin-”

”I’m fine, Oh-Cee.” He responded, for once without a smile on his face as he stared into the abyss that was his contaminated coffee.

Oh-Cee remained silent, though if she could frown in worry over her pilot, she would be doing just that.
Cassius Chaplain







Honestly, Cassius couldn’t help but grin at the reactions everyone had towards him, not a single one of them seemed… receptive to alcohol. Though that in itself didn’t bother him. He’d been around the block quite a few times, and a bad outlook towards alcohol before a battle was definitely not uncommon, and as such, that didn’t bother him. He did however, wink at Isaac after the little comment about not being able to perform at ones best while being intoxicated- hell, that’s when Cassius worked best. He didn’t say anything to go against it, though. Not everyone was a heavyweight like Cassius, afterall. Only normal for them to want to relax in a… vaguely normal place. Though he bowed his head in slight approval at Zahra, and smiled to her, before straightening up once more, and taking a long puff of his cigar.

”Aye, can’t say yer wrong with that. Guess I’ll join yaz, just be bringin’ in m’own poison." To emphasise, he pulled his vest back to reveal the other three canteens, each one different, some more elaborate than others, then closed it back up again, and continued smiling his toothy grin, before he moved on over and nudged Cody gently with his elbow. ”Gimme a look at that after yer done.” Adopting a slightly more serious face as he said it, before reverting back to his goofy smile, saluting Theodore, then gesturing back to the door with a quick nod of his head, waiting for the squad to lead, while he took the 'rearguard', focused completely on his own thoughts.

”Very surprising, Pilot Cassius. I thought you would have gone to the bar, with or without them.” Oh-Cee’s voice ringed out from the subtle earpiece, and he nodded along to her voice, despite her not being able to see him do so.

”I do aim to surprise.” He responded in barely a whisper. If anybody had looked back at him, there was a ghost of a smile apparent on his face, as his amber eyes stared ahead without actually paying attention to whatever they saw. The cigar burnt low, as he had forgotten to puff on it for a little. His mind drifted.




Coffeehouse looked just about as expected. Cassius had been with Haven for a good six months, and not once had he gone to the coffeehouse, nor the baths. The bar was the only place he was familiar with, probably having spent more time there than he had in his actual room. He looked from patron to patron, studying them intensely in the half second he focused on each of them, then finally settled on Joey. The tips of his mouth curled downwards very slightly at the mention of him formerly being apart of Red Star, but that quickly changed to a smile once more, and he let out a hearty laugh, before walking right past the majority of the group towards the table Chelsea had chosen, and the nearest unoccupied table, before effortlessly lifting the unoccupied one, and moving it over to Chelsea's, and joined the two together so that there’s space for the entire squad to sit. He gazed back over to Joey, and couldn’t help but shrug.

”It’s aight if I smoke ‘ere, right? An’ drink, yeah?” He didn’t wait for an answer, before plopping himself down onto a chair, and almost falling out of it in panic when he heard it creak underneath his size. He laughed again, before rubbing the back of his head with one of his hands, and taking a deep puff of his now re-lit cigar. ”Mah bad. Got’chuze a seat.”

He allowed himself a moment of quiet as he retreated into the inner parts of his mind, just simply enjoying the taste of the quality smoke he inhaled, before he exhaled through his nose. How long had it been since he had been anywhere other than the bar? Who even knows… not Cassius, that’s for sure. He figured he might as well enjoy it, and so he pulled out a canteen, a different one from before, and took a swig. He was sure that there was tap water that tasted better, but it didn’t have the same effect on him. He re-opened his eyes to look at the rest of the squad, then at Joey.

”Not hungry, luckily, else I’d eat out th’joint. Though might as well taik a coffee, half a cup though, th’rest’ll be my poison. I’ll take’t black.”
Looks good to me yo.

And my plan has worked! Caz is now believed to be the resident drunk and I love it.
Cassius Chaplain




”All pilots of the 1st International Volunteer Battalion, please report to the Operations Room. I repeat, all pilots of the 1st International Volunteer Battalion, please report to the Operations Room.”



Cassius stirred slightly, though he remained slumped over in the pilot seat of his NC, sleeping off a late night and hangover, like most nights. He groggily reached out to hit a non-existent alarm clock, then rolled over slightly to go back to sleep.

”Pilot Cassius, you have been summoned to meet in the Operations Room. Courtesy demands you get there less than thirty minutes late. Please get up.” A female, robotic voice spoke out from inside the pilot compartment, finally rousing Cassius properly.

”Yer voice is’z welcome as always, Oh-Cee. They say why they wan’me?”

”No, Pilot Cassius. This is the first time you have been summoned in the six months, three days, and four hours you have been here, however. You are currently: One minute and four seconds late.”

Cassius grumbled, before nodding to himself, and opening up Oh-Cee for him to exit. He stretched, and groaned in pain, both from his back creaking upon stretching, and from the throbbing pain in his head. He overdid it, as always, but he didn’t care. He looked back at Oh-Cee, who closed her compartment on her own, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. She looked better than she had in years, and run much better too. He wasn’t no slouch with a toolkit, but there’s only so much you can do without proper tools to use on an NC. A screwdriver won’t do squad to this monster, afterall. She had automatically noticed him looking her over, her red eye focusing in on him, before slowly fading as she deactivated her ocular systems.

”Enjoyin’ yer chassis? Paintjob done well? If y’need anythin’, tell me. I’ll do it ‘fore I go drinkin’.” He asked, genuinely concerned about the NC, since if she wasn’t at tip-top shape, that might impact them in combat, or even just speaking to each other. She got moody, or so he thought.

”Yes, Pilot Cassius. I am performing at higher levels than I have at any point in the past two years. Though I’m not sure blue is the most tactical colour to choose in such an environment.” Her optical turned back on, before looking towards whatever part of her chassis that she could see, since she couldn’t actually move any limbs without the input of Cassius. He smiled at this more, and nodded.

”Eh, who cares. You’ll be th’blue blur they see ‘fore they blow up, it’ll be fine. Glad y’feel good, Oh-Cee. Let th’techies know if y’want somethin’ while I’m gone. That’s an order, yeah?” He was being sarcastic, of course. It’s not like he could outrank a machine, but as he expected, she played along, like she always did.

”Yes, Pilot Cassius sir. You are currently three minutes and twel- thirteen seconds late. Best you get moving.” She responded, as plainly as ever. Cassius knew better though, she was being friendly, as always. He nodded to her, before saluting her lazily, and turning to go back to his room to find a change of clothes.
Oh-Cee stayed active for a while, looking around the hangar, focusing in on mechanics, other NCs, and whatever else caught her attention. Eventually, she turned her ocular systems off once more, and went back into hibernation, internally sighing at how late her Pilot was going to be.

Cassius smelt like booze and smoke, more than usual too. He must’ve gone extra-hard last night, not that he could remember. He stumbled into his room rubbing his head, pain almost becoming unbearable for him, much to his surprise. His groans eventually stopped as he carefully placed an ice-pack against his head, then, while holding it in place, taped it to his head so he could have both of his arms free. The coldness was refreshing, and shook him of his groggy, tired mood. He gathered up his cleanest set of clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them on his arm, before grabbing a towel, and walking towards the showers. He needed to clean himself, he’d probably make half his squad retch if they met him as he was, and that’d be quite the bad impression, he thought.

One shower later, Cassius stretched once again, this time his back didn’t hurt as much, neither did his head, which he was certainly thankful for. He dried himself off, then quickly got dressed in a standard blue shirt and his trademark black leather vest, as well as some cargo pants that seemed mostly cleaned. Least they smelt it, at least. He felt around his vest, and smiled as he felt what he was looking for; four canteens of booze, all different to each other, all coming from different parts of the world. He pulled out one, popped the lid and took a swig, making a face at the burning taste as the liquid went down his throat, before he put it back into the inner pocket of his vest, and continued on. After dropping off his dirty clothes in his room, he grabbed a cigar, lit it, plopped it in his mouth, and walked on towards the Operation Room. Time to meet his new team, and he was only… seventeen minutes late. Well, least it wasn’t more than thirty minutes.

He entered silently, nodding to whoever looked his way, ice-pack still taped to his head, then puffed on his cigar once more, before falling in line behind the squad, easily able to look over their heads at the holo-table. He took in the information with a critical eye, making note of enemy positions, unit compositions, stuff like that. His normally placid face changed to one of anger at the mention of Osamu, then just as quickly, returned to being placid and uncaring. He looked around for the supposed gene-bred that the CO had mentioned, but failed to find them with a normal scan of his eye. Guess he had to find out the hard way, not that that bothered him. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle at the mention of using the bar as a place to socialise, but quickly silenced himself, and listened to a pair of younglings before he spoke up himself. One of them was uncomfortable in the country, probably a new arrival to help defend, and the other wanted tea. That couldn’t stand, the bar was the only suitable place to socialise, afterall, and he’d have to convince them of that.

”Well, th’bars a good place as any t’socialise, methinks. I’ll shout yaz if y’wanna come with. Don’t got a stomach fer tea or coffee, sadly, but grog is another matter all’t’gether.” He smiled at the squad, took a puff of his cigar, pulled out one of his canteens and took a long and large swig, before swallowing, and blowing out the smoke he held in the entire time. ”Name’s Caz, I basically live at th’bar. Pleasure t’meet yaz.” He couldn’t help but grin in pride at his useless party trick.
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