[Mow Yun]

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I suppose I am probably just a burden to the Time Space Administration Bureau... I'm often shuttled around, never permanently attached to any of the Bureau's three branches, occasionally moved around to protect who or what they call 'high priority targets'. I guess they see my defensive talent as useful... even my callsign 'Stormshield' represents that. I don't consider myself the queen of shields, and the 'storm' part of it somewhat intrigues me, as I'm not proficient in the use of lightning. Whatever the case may be, at least I am treated rather well, even if people seem cold towards me. The superiors must have some reason for this, though...

Today...it looks like I have some deployment orders... it seems I am supposed to be at this...world to protect something they call a 'lost logia'. I really don't know what this is, but it sounds rather important. I should get started now, anyway...the rock like world this 'lost logia' is located is rather far, and I should probably get there earlier.
Summoning my barrier jacket, I leapt onto a nearby rooftop where I could begin my spell without interfering anyone, especially someone higher up than me.
"...I'm ready...so...Sargeant, I need access for long distance teleportation to the planet listed on my assignment..."
A short pause, before a gruff male voice replied with the affirmative I needed. Without wasting a moment, I brought up all the necessary data and prepared to make my journey, laying down the familiar Mid-Childan array that I used for many, if not all of my spells. I heard myself mutter the coordinates that I were to arrive at, the central outpost of this 'lost logia' excavation. A couple seconds later, I finished my incantation and the Mid-Childan landscape vanished from my eyes. In its place were ragged peaks and a ravaged skyline. Without even thinking about it, I raised my arm to block the heavy gaze of the twin massive suns above. This place was a deserty waste, apparently, because the land up to the horizon was filled with nothing more than sharp crags and tall rocky spires sticking up like nubs every here and there. It was then I noticed that I was slightly off on my calculation, and had arrived farther from the camp than I had expected. I wrote it off as something I should have somebody check out later when I wrote my report, but something in the back of my mind felt as though it weren't just something that I should ignore.
Leaping into the heavy air, I began flying towards the place I should have warped into, but didn't. Unfortunately, something seemed to be happening. I sped up to have a closer look, and immediately regretted making the earlier mistake. It seemed as though the outskirts of the encampment were swarming with what seemed to be giant floating silver pellets of doom as the outnumbered and overwhelmed Enforcers were barely holding the line in the middle.
My Mid-Childan array appeared again and I stopped to cast my spell, hoping that this pause wouldn't be too lethal to the beleagured colleagues of mine. I vanished again and reappeared in the middle of the circle of Bureau members, casting my Distortion Field technique as soon as I appeared, with my device activated. The Enforcers' collective surprise turned to relief as they looked behind them and saw a little girl single-handedly holding off
what they together could not defeat.
"I'm sorry. I should have been here earlier...but I'll try to make up for it. My callsign is 'Stormshield'. I think I can try to stop them... I have free reign from the headquarters as long as it saves everyone..."
Calling Dracatougueze into its active form, as well as the fingerless gloves with that enigmatic insignia, I mentally prepared myself for what seemed to be an easy task, although I knew that the combination of my weakness of my offense and the opponent's unknown abilities would make my mission harder. Still holding up the barrier, I prepared to at least mount a decent offense. I pointed my finger at the nearest foes, and several balls of purple-blue energy began collecting a short distance away from my outstretched hand.
"Dracatougueze...!"
The device replied. "Fine. Glacial Spike. Replicate."
The small amount of energy launched themselves with my guidance towards the targets, taking the first down rather easily. However, it's companions began to emit some sort of purpleish aura, which simply dissolved my spell on contact. Clenching my fist in some sort of self-disappointment, a panicky voice to the left of me explained.
"It's their ability, some sort of Anti-Magic Field which cancels out magic within a certain distance. The reason why we can't defeat these enemies is because their field is stronger than our attacks."
Field is stronger than our...attack...? if this... Anti-Magic Field can defeat my Glacial Spike...and it seems to be a sphere like barrier...what should I do...
"We can't stay forever like this." My device piped up. It would be a simple matter of life or death for these brave Enforcers if I couldn't handle the strain and my Distortion Field collapsed. Though...if I did defeat all of these drones, it wouldn't really matter... the Enforcers were the problem. I had to do something about them. There were about nine or so of these men and women, one holding a large black, rather boxy case which I assumed to be the 'lost logia'. Thinking back to my earlier mistake, I realized how badly it could end if I tried to defeat all of the drones and failed, but I also thought up a different idea.
"Umm...I don't think I can hold out much longer... I'm going to transfer all of you back to Mid-Childa...is that alright...?"
In the heat of the moment, it was probably the best choice for them.
"Dimensional Transfer...location...Mid-Childa...coordinates, one, zero, zero..." I continued by multitasking, concentrating more on holding up the barrier than teleporting the Enforcers. Another mistake, probably, but it would be better to teleport the Enforcers to anywhere on Mid-Childa than to have them die at the hands of these drones. I finished my incantation, swung Dracatougueze, and my companions abandoned me on this wasteland. I wasted no time getting to business. I teleported upwards and allowed the drones to attempt to follow me skywards. Apparently these drones weren't capable of anything higher than hovering, so I should use that to my advantage. As they can't reach me up here, this would be a good place to attempt a risky move...right?
I decided to take a middle road first, and try the same trick again except on a larger scale. Again, my device chanted its monotonous phrase, and Glacial Spike leapt into being, this time summoning about a dozen of these projectiles before I launched them into the midst of the gray mass of drones. To my dismay, the Anti-Magic Field collectively dissapated my attack before even one could connect. I definitely needed bigger firepower, and despite the back of my mind asking me to try something else, the rest of my mind convinced me that I needed to settle this now, lest I risk the danger of hurting myself too much.
My array expanded to nearly twice its usual size, and energy leapt into being around me in every direction. The growing strain was probably physically noticable by now, as I began breathing much harder than I ever have had to for a while now. I needed to end this soon, and this would be the ideal place and time to do so. If I failed now, I probably wouldn't survive in one piece. Who knows what drones would do to a simple program such as myself? Ten, twenty, thirty, forty glowing balls of energy. I couldn't hold this up forever, so I acted.
Pointing in the direction of the massed drones now in the center of the abandoned outpost, I again allowed my device to do the honors of saying the two words that comprised my strongest offensive spell.

"Excelion. Buster."

I landed amidst the smoking carcasses of the now defunct drones, surrounded by the devastated buildings that the machines had metaphorically gutted. Even though I had saved the Enforcers here, as well as the 'Lost Logia', I couldn't prevent the destruction of the outpost. Had I arrived at the right place, I could have placed a protective field...and this mutilation of Bureau property could have been prevented. Sighing and mentally stabbing myself, I raised my device once more on this planet, and left this burning waste.

A short, random blurb from me. :X

USB500 - I think it's a reference to Kususha's infamous drinks in the SRWOG universe. IIRC there's only a couple men that can stand up to her drink, and the characters in that game often advise each other on avoiding her drink, and they often make up ludicrous excuses to get away from Kususha when she offers them this nutrition drink.