[SRW-Otaku]

Okay, I kinda futz out after the last time I post, but FOR A GOOD REASON!
...I-It's university...That's a good reason, right? I got accepted to Vietnam's Open University...
Also P.S >TFW my faculty (Faculty of Foreign Language) is basically 90% girls. I'm serious.
Anyway, here's a small snippet of a fic I'm planning. It's revolves around a secret conspiracy inside the I.S academy that's basically Deus Ex in I.S without the Illuminatti or aliens, since I can't describe for shit.

"Thank, guys! The Plasma Regulator you guys gave me is way better than what I can afford!" the pinkette waved at the engineers that was helping her. While society was heavily female-dominated, men were still preferred when it's come down to the dirty work. But now, the matter was more "better men get hurt than women" than "muh diversity (sic)".
The pinkette always call bull on that one. "Well, look's like I'm going to be ready for my first escort mission for the second year! Better make sure the ol' Rafale Kai doesn't spatz out and reject the new parts tho-"
"UNACCEPTABLE! My Libertech needs to be ready for the next shipment from Magnus Lab's Atlanta Division, and these new platings are TOO SLOPPY!!" Another voice roared, distinctly of New Jersey accent. Miki turned to see another girl with long, braided blonde hair that was decorated with a metal (butwhy dot jpg) hairband, who was yelling at one of the male engineers. He was young, probably younger than Miki and the other girl.
"B-But m-ma'am, I followed the instructions you ga-"
"AND YET YOU LET THESE UNSIGHTLY PAINT ERRORS EXISTS ON THE MAIN CHASSIS?!" She said, pointing to what presumably was her I.S: A blue and white machine with red highlights and a slim build.
One of the older engineers came in hurriedly "I'm sorry, he's new here. He isn't used to how things work around here yet."
The blonde wasn't taking any of this "Then, I'm happy to tell you sexist male pigs that you two are going to be reported for this."
"W-What?! But I ju-"
"SHUT UP! No mansplaining! As we speak, I'm already calling the-"
The blond didn't have a chance to finish, as Miki, who approached her from behind, took her phone away.
"That was for your rudeness to the new intern." The pink-haired girl said, then she threw the phone on to a nearby table and promptly smash it with her wrench, much to the blond girl's shock. Miki followed up with a smirk:
"And that was for being a complete retard."
"Y-YOU! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?!"
"A regular human, just like those two. You, on the other hand, seems to fall into the "triggered human" subtype, which I pity."
"ARE YOU TRYING TO DEFEND THOSE TWO MANSPLAINING PIGS?! You know their sins, they-"
"THEY WHAT?!" Miki shouted, catching the blonde off-guard. Miki proceeded, with a quiet, yet threatening voice "Tell me what these two innocent HUMAN BEINGS did, and if it's something that matters, I'll say sorry, offer to be your slave for a week, and do your manicure too, if you like".
The other girl said angrily " Their paintjob after replacing the parts for my I.S was sloppy, with the paint probably applied by ways of one single stroke or multiple stroke while the paint was still wet. Not to mention, as men, they are inherently sexist pigs who objectifies women and thinks only about sex. Hence why the sloppy paint job, because they think I won't notice it." As she finished, she noticed the expression that Miki had. The pinkette then bursts out laughing like a madman.
"BWAHAHAHAHA!! OH DEAR LORD I was afraid it was something serious, but this?! BWAHAHAHA!!"
As the blonde was flabbergasted by the Italian girl's reaction, she didn't notice Miki slapping her in the face.
"Bitch, do you even logic?" Miki asked.

And here's another segment, slightly further into the story, for those who want action scenes

CRASH
The blonde held her hands up instinctively, believing that the mortar has hit her. To her surprise, Miki blocked the shot, but...
"Y-Your...transforming gunblades..." The blonde girl was shocked as Miki's weapon was shattering, their cheap parts and second-hand plasma generators not capable of withstanding the impact. Heck, some of the part even scratched the Italian's face, causing her to bleed a bit, since her shield are programmed to ignore these small-scale damage to improve energy efficiency.
"It's just a weapon! Now, get back up and finish this shit-show we call an escort operation!" Miki shouted, one of her eyes barely open as blood was flowing over it. Only now does the blonde notice that her "co-student" 's I.S was heavily damaged, the cheap improv parts taking beatings that wasn't meant to even happen.
"Y-You could've easily dodged all of those..."
"And what, let your slow tank ass getting pummeled as you try to fight one single opponent?"
"Wait, I thought there were thirteen attackers?! I took down six-"
"And I cleaned up the other half-dozen while you were fumbling around. Not having a gauss cannon or personal third-gen I.S sucks, but hey, I'm used to it." Miki said, one of her arm holding up a spare minigun trying to laid down suppression fire upon the last enemy I.S.
"But I thought you hate me!"
"So what?! You're a human, just like me!" The American was baffled. This nosy, poor-as-dirt Italian who she swear hated her with a passion of a googolplexian suns, saved her life for a completely mundane reason: she was human. She slowly remembers what her mom told her years ago
"Everyone is equal"
Maybe... she didn't mean it in a socialist way... nor a racial way either...
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Miki was running low on ammo, and she's starting to warm up to the idea of using "it".
"Well, I think I still got enough caffeinated drink and pep bars... If push come to shove, I think I can sneak in a cigarette packages or even some booze... " As she was muttering to herself, she slipped and got her gun shot out of her hand. Before the next shot can pin her, the blonde was blocking the shot with her disc-shaped shield.
"...Jeanne." The blond said.
"What?" Miki was surprised by the timely arrival of the American bitch that she thought would've love nothing more than to kill anyone who opinions goes differs from her own in the world with a patriarchy-destroying gun.
"My name. Jeanne Blazkowicz. You asked for it, no?"
"Of all the time in the world, you think NOW is the best time to tell me this?! You stupid yank!"
"HEY! I-"
"The name's Miki. Miki Martinozzi." Miki shared her name, smirking. Jeanne was taken slightly back, but then smiled warmly.
"So" Jeanne then asked "What's the plan?"
Miki smiled slyly. "Got a spare gun?"
"I got a spare coil pistol. But it needs quite a lot of energy." Jeanne reluctantly hands her the handcannon. Miki quickly grabs it, and pulled out a strange syringe, filled with a strange blue liquid.
"Watch this." Miki said as she jammed the syringe into a port on her I.S that probably leads to her wrist. Miki groaned in pain, her arm's blood veins glowing bright blue for a moment. Jeanne wasn't sure what was happening.
Miki then charged at the last attacker, her hand was clutching the pistol, which seems to be charging up way faster than what seemed possible.
"DEEEYYYYAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Miki screamed as she started dashing and side-strafing at incredible speed, firing her pistol with accuracy that shouldn't be possible when moving and shooting at the same time. A few shot grazed her, but she closed in to point-blank range, her gun at her target's abdomen.
"Jeanne! fire the Gauss cannon right after I disable the shields!" Miki ordered, the coil pistol spazzing out and spewing out electrical spark everywhere.
"WHAT?! SHIELDS?! AS IN, PLURAL?" but before Jeanne could get her answer, a huge electromagnetic discharge originating from Miki's coil pistol has disabled the last attacker's shield, leaving them open to an attack. Unfortunately, the same goes for Miki.
'If I fire now, Miki might be caught in the blast too. The snipe module's broken, so the gauss cannon is about as unwieldy as a horse on fire...
...let's just hope that the M.P.G system works'
Then, with a bit of hesitation, Jeanne clenched her teeth, raise her gigantic gauss cannon and pointed it at the target.
"Magnetic Projectile Guidance System, on!" As soon as she said those words, the cannon roared to life and blasted a storm of steel flechettes at the two I.S
What Jeanne hoped for was a miracle. And a damn timely one at that.

And I won't be spoiling the rest. Tell me if you guys want a full first chapter posted on here.