Hand of the Adversary
Lore & Archive|OOC
The Third World War began in the year 2023. Two years into the war, the United States of America was devastated by a terrible bioweapon, and only a year after that, the war was over. Despite how short it was, however, it had severe consequences. Countries had been brought to their knees, populations decimated. Those who had survived gathered together in large cities, and began doing their best to rebuild.
This is not their story.
In 2085, the first experimental mech, or NUE, was created in Europe, in a place that had once been the country known as France. At the same time, construction work began on an experimental spacecraft, designation Tsukuyomi. Approximately 14 years after this, the dream of creating the first genetically engineered NUE pilot became a reality, and twelve years after that, Tsukuyomi was launched.
Six years later, it was officially declared missing--and it was two years after that that they appeared.
Since they had no name for the creatures, humanity named them the Oorjawashindi. A year after their arrival, all the humans remaining on the American continents had been killed.
Humanity seemed doomed--even with the NUE, they had no knowledge of their enemies' weaknesses, no way to tell how to fight back. Then came the beings calling themselves the Enchis. Declaring themselves the enemies of the Oorjawashindi, they gifted humanity with great power, and taught those who remained of their adversaries.
It was two years later that Project Job was founded. Gathering together NUE pilots and those the Enchis had bestowed their abilities onto, Project Job aimed to defeat the interplanetary menace once and for all. By 2127, the organization had become what most considered to be humanity's last hope.
The year is 2150, and Project Job is filled with brave ones who are willing to fight and lay down their lives for humanity's sake.
This is their story.
Lore & Archive|OOC
The Third World War began in the year 2023. Two years into the war, the United States of America was devastated by a terrible bioweapon, and only a year after that, the war was over. Despite how short it was, however, it had severe consequences. Countries had been brought to their knees, populations decimated. Those who had survived gathered together in large cities, and began doing their best to rebuild.
This is not their story.
In 2085, the first experimental mech, or NUE, was created in Europe, in a place that had once been the country known as France. At the same time, construction work began on an experimental spacecraft, designation Tsukuyomi. Approximately 14 years after this, the dream of creating the first genetically engineered NUE pilot became a reality, and twelve years after that, Tsukuyomi was launched.
Six years later, it was officially declared missing--and it was two years after that that they appeared.
Since they had no name for the creatures, humanity named them the Oorjawashindi. A year after their arrival, all the humans remaining on the American continents had been killed.
Humanity seemed doomed--even with the NUE, they had no knowledge of their enemies' weaknesses, no way to tell how to fight back. Then came the beings calling themselves the Enchis. Declaring themselves the enemies of the Oorjawashindi, they gifted humanity with great power, and taught those who remained of their adversaries.
It was two years later that Project Job was founded. Gathering together NUE pilots and those the Enchis had bestowed their abilities onto, Project Job aimed to defeat the interplanetary menace once and for all. By 2127, the organization had become what most considered to be humanity's last hope.
The year is 2150, and Project Job is filled with brave ones who are willing to fight and lay down their lives for humanity's sake.
This is their story.
"Simulation complete. Please exit the simulation pods."
By now, the even, modulated voice had become quite familiar to those working for Project Job. Almost every day, every single pilot and magical warrior in the program was gathered for these simulations, testing their abilities and training them further. Every time they had to fight, they wanted to be better, stronger.
Almost as familiar was the sound of Madeleine Victoire crowing gleefully as she jumped out of her pod. Tugging the headset off, she tied her hair up in its normal style and grabbed her ID card from the long row. Once again, she'd flaunted her abilities in front of the others, feeling more than a little superior at her level of power. She shot a thumbs-up at the blonde woman overseeing the simulation, to which the woman responded with little more than a curt nod, having long become used to Madeleine's antics.
A little farther away, another of the magical warriors exited her pod, silently taking her headset off and being careful not to damage it, simply taking her own ID card and tucking it into her pocket. She wasn't the only subdued one, of course. In the pod next to hers, a green-haired girl stood, trying to hang on to the feeling of security she'd had in the simulation. It wasn't like being in Kaguya, not really, but it was close, and that was really all she could ask for. Still, she could hardly wait to experience the real thing again.
Heaving a quiet sigh, she climbed out of the pod and performed the normal routine--headset off, headset down, ID, move on. She wanted to see her machine, she wanted to talk to her. She wanted to get away from all the other people, the ones who belonged, the ones who talked and laughed and dreamed. She wanted to be alone with her own thoughts, with only her NUE for company.
She wanted... she wanted...
...What did she want?
"Lysander!" the blonde woman said abruptly, glancing towards the one cyborg member of the group. "You didn't push yourself too hard this time, did you?" Ajax Lysander was one of their most valued pilots due to his unique nature, and of course, having him overwork himself and have to shut down again wouldn't be useful at all. Everyone had to be ready at all times in case of another attack; having a reduced force might end in disaster. No one knew what was going to happen next, after all.
"Simulation shut down correctly," the shorter, dark-haired woman at the controls reported. "No glitches, and the team performed pretty well. We should be okay for the next attack if they keep this up." Winking, she reached over and rapped sharply on a wooden panel she kept next to her workstation for that specific purpose. Even if it was just a superstition, no sense in jinxing yourself, right? The blonde just sighed quietly at her assistant's antics, turning back to Ajax and waiting for his answer.
"Charlotte, are you okay?" The redhead looked up as a small, blue creature landed on her shoulder. "You didn't hurt yourself again, did you? Oh, you did... You should stop, you know? Here, let me see." Obediently, Charlotte lifted her hands, displaying her wounded palms. The small creature placed one of its own hands over hers, and in a burst of blue energy, the wounds vanished.
"Thanks, Myouren," Charlotte said quietly, and Myouren nodded.
"We have to keep you all in good working order, right? Otherwise you'll have no hope of winning."
"Hey, Chai!" Madeleine had moved on from fetching her ID, and was now draping herself over the boy's shoulders. "Nice job in there. You're pretty good, I don't think I've told you that before. How's it feel being a pilot, anyway? I've always sort of wondered..."
"Mayumi!" Another of the Enchis had flown over to the white-haired girl, landing on her head as this one seemed to enjoy doing. "How'd you do? Are your powers still serving you well? I should hope so," it continued, idly playing with her hair. This one, Rengeteki, was one of the more childish ones, but it seemed to do its job well enough anyway. It also seemed to have quite the attachment to Mayumi.
The others were left alone for the time being, but then again, with so many people around, it wouldn't be difficult for them to find something to do...
