Nanoha FanFiction Discussion

[Sunder the Gold]

Originally Posted by Mr Coin

I am glad that you have the time to write something, and I really want to see where this is going. Oh, yeah, what happened to your another story(maze)? I hope you'll continue with it.

I do intend to write Yuuno's, Signum's and Vita's maze-chapters, at least. I got stuck on Yuuno's chapter, with which I wasn't satisified.

I very much want to write things in an exact chronological order, but the series makes that difficult. Barely anything is known about the stretch of time between the Wolkenritter's arrest and the flower-viewing picnic, during which time their trial ended, they were allowed to return to Earth, the Wolkenritter have already been working for the Bureau, and Hayate has gone through at least seven staves.

Writing for Yuuno would also be easier if we knew more about his background and clan, or what sort of things actually make him passionately happy. (We've never seen Yuuno get positively excited about something.)

[bhl88]

Originally Posted by Sunder the Gold

Writing for Yuuno would also be easier if we knew more about his background and clan, or what sort of things actually make him passionately happy. (We've never seen Yuuno get positively excited about something.)

Vita/Signum/Shamal: Please teach us, Yuuno-sensei!
Yuuno: Moeee~ *nosebleed*
Vita: Like hell I'll say that!
*attempts to hit Yuuno in the face with the hammer out of embarrassment*
Signum: Likewise. It's embarrassing.
Hayate: Aw, come on, don't say that~

Done XD

[Akiyoshi]

Yuuno Daydreaming LOL

[Moczo]

New Infinity is live as of now.

Also, a question. I realize that I am basically an internet hermit who never comes here except to post exceedingly rare updates, and I am sorry about that. It's just that I am asocial and avoiding people is just my default 'mode'. I don't readily seek company, and indeed don't really like it much of the time. And frankly, it's been so long for both stories, maybe nobody even remembers them anymore.

But if you had a choice, would you rather I update Center Ring or Ready, Sette, Go? I'm in the mood to save an old story.

[Lhklan]

Ready, Sette, Go! Please.

[Filraen]

*tosses coin*

*losses coin* -_-'''' whatever...


While I love the absurd humor of Center Ring better, I think you'd be better with Sette's story.

[EVA-Saiyajin]

Yeah, saw the recent chapter. Not bad at all, as always, but the lack of beatdowns is something of a downer; doesn't seem like actual "godlike power" when the TSAB teams are still up and running and Tsukiyomi has actually been pushed that far. But very well written.

And I'd say Ready, Sette, Go all the way, I love that story. I absolutely LOVE it. It's beyond hilarious.

[Tiresias]

Sette, duh.

[Sunder the Gold]

SETTE!

I confess I've never read Center Ring.

Also, new Infinity? Ittedakimasu~!

[bhl88]

Operation Wingmen 11 and 12 posted out there xD

[Kireen]

And now here too XD

Spoiler:

Mission Report 11: What doesn’t kill you…

The next morning, the only thing Yuuno Scrya could feel was a sense of peace while his consciousness floated in that strange dark place where everything felt weightless.

He had to admit that the white light in front of him looked quite alluring thanks to the sense of warmness it was radiating in his direction, could something so warm be dangerous?

If he was in his usual state of mind he would say yes, and proceed to analyze it before doing anything, but right now he could not do anything more than let his soul flow toward comforting light, just few more seconds and he could practically touch it.

Just few more inches and his hand would be able to finally touch that irresistible warmth…

“Oh, no, don’t you dare die on me Yuuno-kun!” A familiar feminine voice declared as he felt himself being pushed backward by a gentle breeze. “Not yet at least!”

“…” The only thing the young librarian could do once his consciousness returned to his body was letting out a silent gasp as he immediately opened his eyes, letting the air fill his lungs again.

“That was a close one.” The same voice that called him back said as he could hear a sigh of relief escape from her lips.

“S-Shamal?” Yuuno asked just as a formality, one tends to remember the voice of his doctor, especially if said doctor is the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes.

“Welcome back Yuuno-Kun.” The other blonde greeted the librarian with a gentle smile. “For a moment I thought you were a goner.”
“W-What’s going on?” He then asked to the very naked doctor standing on top of him.

True, he already had a good idea of what was going on, if the way the woman was moving on top of him was of any indication, and also that cerulean belkan triangle suspiciously spinning around him manhood could lead very easily to an answer.

His real doubt was why was he feeling so weak, and why were his hips hurting so much?

“I might admit that, maybe, I was a little bit too enthusiastic.” The lady of the lake of the Wolkenritter replied giggling a bit. “But it’s not every day that this old lady can find such a valiant young man for herself.”

“That’s not true.” Yuuno replied while he moaned in pleasure, being the gentleman he was, while sober at least, and also knowing that the woman in front of him was probably older than all the elders of his clan combined.

But she also did a very good job at not looking like her true age.

“Ufufu, flatterer.” Shamal giggled in response. “And that’s way I can’t hold back with you.”

“Uhm…Shamal, your eyes look scary.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll make sure to fix you up good once we’re done.” The short haired blonde replied flashing him a hungry grin. “Now stand still, MAMA NEEDS MOAR!”

It was shortly afterward that the ferret changeling found himself in front of the warm light again, now knowing exactly what it was, feeling quite tempted to know if he could be faster than Shamal healing spells this time.

Nope, apparently not, oh well like they say, what doesn’t kill you…

“I BLAME YOU FOR THIS ZAFIRA!!!!!”

Mission Report 12: Slasher.

The next day, when Yuuno Scrya woke up, immediately after wincing a bit once a massive hangover kicked in, the first thing he noticed was that he was not alone, if the snoring he was wearing was of any indication, and because his still unknown bedmate was hugging him like a human sized teddy bear.

Oh, she was also drooling by the way.

“Mmm…morning Yuuno-nii.” The twin tailed blunette greeted him with a grin on her face as she stretched, making the librarian immediately think of a mischievous cat.

Thought immediately replaced once he caught sight of her naked body once the blanket fell off from her.

“L-Levi, what happened?” He asked to blue haired material.

“Uhm…The author sure must think that you’re dumb if you ask this every time you wake up with a naked girl near you.” Levi replied looking pensive. “But then again he has the bad habit of waking up in strange places when he gets piss drunk, like two weeks ago when he woke up on top of a three, but I’m digressing…”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing much, let’s just say that we had lots of fun yesterday.” The Fate clone replied giving hima quick kiss on the lips and flashing him a seductive smile. “And we can just add that Kireen was too lazy to actually search for translations for my dialogues, and decided to use something similar to my Material Days version characterization, making me a fourth wall breaking character.”

“You know that you’re not making any sense?” Yuuno asked her sweat dropping. “And who’s this Kireen?”

“I have no idea.” The assailant of thunderblade replied with a childish grin on her face. “I just know that unlike the production team and the majority of the fandom he does not hate you, he just has his own particular way to show his love, just like Chrono-nii.”

“I think that my headache is starting to get worse…”

“Oh, be grateful that this time it’s only a headache, last time he had you die and be resurrected by a sex frenzied medic.” Levi continued her rant ignoring the exasperated expression of the young librarian. “Not to mention your adventure with a strap-on, or when he made a setting that would make all the TSAB want your ass served in a silver plate to them… And consider that there’s still more to come.”

“Groan…I don’t remember any of those happening.”

“You’re supposed to be able to, they are all alternative possibilities.” Material L replied in a matter of fact tone. “But at least be grateful that even in the worst one of those you’re not dying still a virgin, it’s not that bad.”

“Why me…?” Yuuno sighed in exasperation, stating to bang his head on the wall.

“You know, I think that maybe it would be more pleasant if you banged me instead of the wall.” Levi playfully noted.

“You know, this is the most sane thing I heard since when I woke up.” Yuuno replied stopping the violence against himself.

“Eheh, we’re going to have so much fun.” The blunette declared grinning as she proceeded to pounce the blonde on the floor.

Yuuno had to admit that other than being good at causing him headaches, the usually childish material was also quite good at doing something else.

YAY for new Infinity! And Ready Sette Go please.

[RadiantBeam]

Originally Posted by Moczo

New Infinity is live as of now.

Also, a question. I realize that I am basically an internet hermit who never comes here except to post exceedingly rare updates, and I am sorry about that. It's just that I am asocial and avoiding people is just my default 'mode'. I don't readily seek company, and indeed don't really like it much of the time. And frankly, it's been so long for both stories, maybe nobody even remembers them anymore.

But if you had a choice, would you rather I update Center Ring or Ready, Sette, Go? I'm in the mood to save an old story.

Ugh, you've gotta go and make me choose...

[Nagumo]

Originally Posted by Moczo

New Infinity is live as of now.

Also, a question. I realize that I am basically an internet hermit who never comes here except to post exceedingly rare updates, and I am sorry about that. It's just that I am asocial and avoiding people is just my default 'mode'. I don't readily seek company, and indeed don't really like it much of the time. And frankly, it's been so long for both stories, maybe nobody even remembers them anymore.

But if you had a choice, would you rather I update Center Ring or Ready, Sette, Go? I'm in the mood to save an old story.

Ready Sette, Go for me.

I adore the way Sette is portrayed in your story. She's trying so damn hard... indeed, that's part of the problem since she can't really relax.

[Mr Coin]

Originally Posted by Sunder the Gold

I do intend to write Yuuno's, Signum's and Vita's maze-chapters, at least. I got stuck on Yuuno's chapter, with which I wasn't satisified.

I very much want to write things in an exact chronological order, but the series makes that difficult. Barely anything is known about the stretch of time between the Wolkenritter's arrest and the flower-viewing picnic, during which time their trial ended, they were allowed to return to Earth, the Wolkenritter have already been working for the Bureau, and Hayate has gone through at least seven staves.

Writing for Yuuno would also be easier if we knew more about his background and clan, or what sort of things actually make him passionately happy. (We've never seen Yuuno get positively excited about something.)

Damn it Tzusuki, why Yuuno write Yuuno.

Originally Posted by Moczo

But if you like, would you rather I update Center Ring and Ready, Sette, Go? I'm in the mood to save my old stories.

Fixed!

Originally Posted by Kireen

And now here too XD

Spoiler:

Mission Report 11: What doesn’t kill you…

The next morning, the only thing Yuuno Scrya could feel was a sense of peace while his consciousness floated in that strange dark place where everything felt weightless.

He had to admit that the white light in front of him looked quite alluring thanks to the sense of warmness it was radiating in his direction, could something so warm be dangerous?

If he was in his usual state of mind he would say yes, and proceed to analyze it before doing anything, but right now he could not do anything more than let his soul flow toward comforting light, just few more seconds and he could practically touch it.

Just few more inches and his hand would be able to finally touch that irresistible warmth…

“Oh, no, don’t you dare die on me Yuuno-kun!” A familiar feminine voice declared as he felt himself being pushed backward by a gentle breeze. “Not yet at least!”

“…” The only thing the young librarian could do once his consciousness returned to his body was letting out a silent gasp as he immediately opened his eyes, letting the air fill his lungs again.

“That was a close one.” The same voice that called him back said as he could hear a sigh of relief escape from her lips.

“S-Shamal?” Yuuno asked just as a formality, one tends to remember the voice of his doctor, especially if said doctor is the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes.

“Welcome back Yuuno-Kun.” The other blonde greeted the librarian with a gentle smile. “For a moment I thought you were a goner.”
“W-What’s going on?” He then asked to the very naked doctor standing on top of him.

True, he already had a good idea of what was going on, if the way the woman was moving on top of him was of any indication, and also that cerulean belkan triangle suspiciously spinning around him manhood could lead very easily to an answer.

His real doubt was why was he feeling so weak, and why were his hips hurting so much?

“I might admit that, maybe, I was a little bit too enthusiastic.” The lady of the lake of the Wolkenritter replied giggling a bit. “But it’s not every day that this old lady can find such a valiant young man for herself.”

“That’s not true.” Yuuno replied while he moaned in pleasure, being the gentleman he was, while sober at least, and also knowing that the woman in front of him was probably older than all the elders of his clan combined.

But she also did a very good job at not looking like her true age.

“Ufufu, flatterer.” Shamal giggled in response. “And that’s way I can’t hold back with you.”

“Uhm…Shamal, your eyes look scary.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll make sure to fix you up good once we’re done.” The short haired blonde replied flashing him a hungry grin. “Now stand still, MAMA NEEDS MOAR!”

It was shortly afterward that the ferret changeling found himself in front of the warm light again, now knowing exactly what it was, feeling quite tempted to know if he could be faster than Shamal healing spells this time.

Nope, apparently not, oh well like they say, what doesn’t kill you…

“I BLAME YOU FOR THIS ZAFIRA!!!!!”

Mission Report 12: Slasher.

The next day, when Yuuno Scrya woke up, immediately after wincing a bit once a massive hangover kicked in, the first thing he noticed was that he was not alone, if the snoring he was wearing was of any indication, and because his still unknown bedmate was hugging him like a human sized teddy bear.

Oh, she was also drooling by the way.

“Mmm…morning Yuuno-nii.” The twin tailed blunette greeted him with a grin on her face as she stretched, making the librarian immediately think of a mischievous cat.

Thought immediately replaced once he caught sight of her naked body once the blanket fell off from her.

“L-Levi, what happened?” He asked to blue haired material.

“Uhm…The author sure must think that you’re dumb if you ask this every time you wake up with a naked girl near you.” Levi replied looking pensive. “But then again he has the bad habit of waking up in strange places when he gets piss drunk, like two weeks ago when he woke up on top of a three, but I’m digressing…”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing much, let’s just say that we had lots of fun yesterday.” The Fate clone replied giving hima quick kiss on the lips and flashing him a seductive smile. “And we can just add that Kireen was too lazy to actually search for translations for my dialogues, and decided to use something similar to my Material Days version characterization, making me a fourth wall breaking character.”

“You know that you’re not making any sense?” Yuuno asked her sweat dropping. “And who’s this Kireen?”

“I have no idea.” The assailant of thunderblade replied with a childish grin on her face. “I just know that unlike the production team and the majority of the fandom he does not hate you, he just has his own particular way to show his love, just like Chrono-nii.”

“I think that my headache is starting to get worse…”

“Oh, be grateful that this time it’s only a headache, last time he had you die and be resurrected by a sex frenzied medic.” Levi continued her rant ignoring the exasperated expression of the young librarian. “Not to mention your adventure with a strap-on, or when he made a setting that would make all the TSAB want your ass served in a silver plate to them… And consider that there’s still more to come.”

“Groan…I don’t remember any of those happening.”

“You’re supposed to be able to, they are all alternative possibilities.” Material L replied in a matter of fact tone. “But at least be grateful that even in the worst one of those you’re not dying still a virgin, it’s not that bad.”

“Why me…?” Yuuno sighed in exasperation, stating to bang his head on the wall.

“You know, I think that maybe it would be more pleasant if you banged me instead of the wall.” Levi playfully noted.

“You know, this is the most sane thing I heard since when I woke up.” Yuuno replied stopping the violence against himself.

“Eheh, we’re going to have so much fun.” The blunette declared grinning as she proceeded to pounce the blonde on the floor.

Yuuno had to admit that other than being good at causing him headaches, the usually childish material was also quite good at doing something else.

YAY for new Infinity! And Ready Sette Go please.

Let it be known that Levi is the newly proclaimed "Fourth Wall Destroyer". Deathpool's going to be so proud.

Originally Posted by RadiantBeam

Ugh, you've gotta go and make me choose...

We should rejoice for your rare appearance in this humble forum. And how's life of a fanfic writer treating you, RadiantBeam?

[deathcurse]

Originally Posted by Moczo

New Infinity is live as of now.

Oh my! I need to properly get alerts for these things, so I don't miss new chapters!

Originally Posted by Moczo

Also, a question. I realize that I am basically an internet hermit who never comes here except to post exceedingly rare updates, and I am sorry about that. It's just that I am asocial and avoiding people is just my default 'mode'. I don't readily seek company, and indeed don't really like it much of the time. And frankly, it's been so long for both stories, maybe nobody even remembers them anymore.

But if you had a choice, would you rather I update Center Ring or Ready, Sette, Go? I'm in the mood to save an old story.

Option 3: Both?

But if I had to pick one for you to update first , I'd say Sette. If only because the crazy humour in Center Ring is morbid and dark, and I'm in my happy fluffy mode* right now .

*Note: This mode does not last long before tragic things happen to fictional characters. So I might as well milk it while I can .

[Moczo]

Originally Posted by deathcurse

*Note: This mode does not last long before tragic things happen to fictional characters. So I might as well milk it while I can .

Consider yourself the deciding vote.

Spoiler for Ready, Sette, Go! Chapter Six:

Chapter Six:

I followed Nove into the gymnasium/dojo where she acted as a teacher of the Midchildan close range martial style Strike Arts (Developed in the period ranging from 6-10 A.B., there is some debate on who was the first actual practitioner. I'm afraid I shall have to do additional research), the gym bag she had packed for me tucked under my arm. I had wished to bring more advanced armaments, but Nove had restricted me to only a gi and a change of clothing.

I felt that Nove was perhaps underestimating the security risks involved. This was a membership gym, but per my initial security sweep they also ran occasional public an unrestricted public location. Any one of these children could be an assassin, with the possible exception of the child near the front desk who appeared to be three years old (Only possible. She might have had a small explosive device inside her plush bear). We had to be prepared for...

Nove smacked me lightly on the back of my head. It was unpleasant, but as she was a superior officer for this mission, I did not return fire. I considered the research I had done on social conventions as of now, and determined what would instead be a more appropriate response.

I said, “Ouch.”

Nove rolled her eyes. “Sette, I volunteer here four days a week. There's never been so much as a burglary in all that time. This building is perfectly safe, so you can stop looking around like there are snipers in the potted plants.”

“Negative, the pots are too small for even the physically smallest sniper to fit inside along with the plant. It is, however, possible that some kind of small drone is inside, and it is possible that even a fist-sized unit could conceal a small-caliber lethal weapon, or a small quantity of plastique explosive if it was meant to act as a suicide unit rather than a-”

Nove smacked me lightly on the back of the head, again.

“Ouch,” I said, again.

“As I was saying, I have been going here for years, you loonie. Nobody is going to pop out of anywhere and kill us.”

“If we knew they were going to pop out, it would be a very poor assassination attempt, Nove. That is why vigilance is important,” I explained patiently. Subtle operations had never been her particular strong suit. It was entirely possible she needed this explained to her.

“Just go get changed, Sette.”

“Objective confirmed.”

*

After leaving the locker room in the gi that Nove had chosen for me, I entered the training hall where her intermediate lessons took place. I noticed immediately that many of the students were young, probably no older than nine or ten years old. I approved; inducting children to martial skills at a young age was essential to good soldiering. I felt very certain that I would meet many of these youngsters on the battlefield one day, and they would be complete professionals in the encounter.

While fewer, there were a number of older girls as well, ranging from as young as pre-pubescent to as old as the cusp of adulthood. Again, I approved. It indicated that this particular martial style began at a young age and continued training throughout the formative years and into adulthood, showing a thoroughness I could appreciate.

I began to relax. Nove had been right; Strike Arts seemed like something I could appreciate after all.

Four girls broke out of the crowd, running up at Nove with large smiles on their faces. They did not appear to be armed, so I prepared to initiate non-lethal countermeasures as requested by Cinque (Primary Mission Objectives: “Try not to kill anyone, for God's sake.”) before Nove clamped a hand onto my shoulder and informed me, “No hitting anyone until class starts officially, Sette.”

“Confirmed,” I said. This was a somewhat short-sighted order, but I would do my best to work with it. Nove was not known for her tactical skill.

“Oh, Nove! I heard that one of your sisters would be coming,” said the first girl, a small blonde with mismatched red and green eyes. “My name is...”

“Sankt Kaiser Recreation Project, subject #18. The first successful duplicate,” I said. “Congratulations on achieving genetic fusion.”

“...V-Vivio...?” Subject #18 said.

“Yes, that is your unofficial designation. However, it is highly non-indicative of your true nature, so I tend to prefer the use of your official project and number. It makes things tidier,” I confirmed.

Nove winced. “Sette, call her Vivio.”

“New orders processed. From this point on, Sankt Kaiser Recreation Project Subject #18 shall be referred to by its unofficial designation,” I said. Emboldened by this new order, I chose to engage in Secondary Objective, 'socialize'. “Hello, Vivio. How has your life been since you were created in a laboratory as part of a weapons experiment?”

“... … … … Good?” Vivio said.

“That is nice,” I said. “My life has also been good since I was created in a laboratory as part of a more fully realized weapons project. Perhaps later, we can discuss the ways in which our lives have been good, and the differing types of re-purposed military hardware used in our constructions.”

“I... think I need a drink of water,” Vivio said. “I feel dizzy.”

“It is unlikely you are ill. As a designer human, your immune system is nearly perfect,” I offered helpfully.

Two of the other girls, a dark-haired young lady and another blonde, one more lightly built than the other children, stepped between myself and Vivio defensively, despite having little reason to since I was offering her no threat and in fact bonding with her quite well.

“Stop saying things like that!” the dark haired one said angrily.

“Yeah! Vivio isn't some project, she's our friend!” the other agreed.

I blinked. “They are mutually exclusive?”

“... Huh?”

“Your statement implies they are mutually exclusive, i.e. 'She could be created in a laboratory as part of an experiment, or she could be our friend'. I was unaware that she could not be both. Be advised that she was, in fact, created in a laboratory, as part of an experiment. If this offends you, I recommend you cut social ties soon,” I said. Then, turning to subject #18, I said “Vivio, please be aware as you grow older that you may often experience social distrust of this nature. You should not let it upset you, or dissuade you from the efficient accomplishment of whatever mission objectives your superiors deem important.”

Nove blinked at me. “Sette, I can't decide if that was horrible or sweet.”

I turned to look at her, confused. “I do not think it was anything important. I am merely imparting useful information into Vivio, as one who has more life experience. Artificially created beings often have to face a great deal of discrimination, as I learned in prison when Rebecca 'Shanks' Moreau attempted to kill me in the shower because, and I quote, '[EXPLETIVE DELETED] tin soldiers piss me off, way you [EXPLETIVE DELETED] be walkin' around like you own the place.' She must be cautious when dealing with racists such as these horrible children, lest they attempt to shank her as well.”

The room became very silent. I assumed this to be because of my wisdom.

“I... I think I need a glass of water too...” the dark-haired girl said.

“Yeah, I... am a bit dizzy,” the blonde agreed.

“Let's... let's go...” Vivio said. “Find... some water or... something.”

“Be cautious, Vivio. Though I detect no weaponry on these two, they cannot be trusted to not attempt to assault you when your back is turned,” I advised her. “They envy your clear and easily defined sense of purpose, while they themselves are the product of random genetic permutation and have no obvious reason to exist.”

The three girls left, then, their heads hanging low and a palpable aura of some emotion (I assumed joy). I nodded in satisfaction at a job well done.

Nove winced. “Um, Sette, I'm gonna go try to lure my advanced class out of their existential funk. You stay here with Einhart and... I don't know. Try not to drive her to alcoholism.”

I turned to the young girl who had remained, Designation Einhart, and said,
“Extended alcohol use can have negative effects on your physical well-being, most particularly liver function. Please avoid it if possible.” Objective completed.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, quietly. “I will take that under advisement.”

Finally, someone who appreciated my well-thought-out advice. I had begun to wonder if my efforts would be ignored for the duration of my term of service with the Nakajima family. Emboldened by this early success, I chose to again attempt socialization. “My name is Sette. I am a Scaglietti Model cyborg, combat-class. My interests include reading and mid-to-long range aerial combat.”

The girl's eyes widened, and some tension leaked out of her posture. “Oh, really? I haven't studied such things much, beyond the few distance strikes present in Kaiser arts. My specialization is more in the area of close-range melee. If you would like to exchange advice, I would appreciate your pointers in becoming more well-rounded.”

I felt something which I believe was joy, then. For the first time since my release from prison, I had encountered someone who made perfect sense.

“Of course. I would be very happy to discuss tactics. Tell me, have you read any of the tactical manuals published by General Roculus Volvo?”

Einhart blushed. “I have the collected works. I like to read a passage before bed each night, so I can think of them as I sleep.”

I nodded. “Yes, that is very comforting.”

Einhart smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Is it not just? I've always felt that each re-reading adds something to my personal understanding of the martial arts, even if they are designed more for traditional battlefield tactics rather than one-on-one confrontation.”

“Well, the two have more similarities than many give them credit for. The scale may be different, but both rely heavily on understanding and predicting the actions of the enemy,” I pointed out. “Any warrior, regardless of their chosen specialization, can benefit from enhanced understanding of basic tactics.”

“Yes, yes!” Einhart agreed excitedly. “I've always thought this was more than clear, but it's so uncommon a viewpoint. A tactic that an army uses on the battlefield can almost always be altered for use by a martial artist in the arena, and vice-versa. It is only a question of understanding the basic lesson and adapting it as needed.”

“Well, I'll be damned.”

Einhart and I turned to see Nove looking on us with a small smile on her face.

“Hello, sister. Einhart and I were discussing the similarities between large-scale tactics and individual combat strategy in a martial arts setting.”

“It was very illuminating. I was wondering if I might have Sette's interlink address so we could continue after class,” Einhart agreed.

“You know what? As soon as she has one, we'll get right on that,” Nove said. “Get ready for class, you two.

My sister patted me on the shoulder, and whispered in my ear, “One out of four ain't too bad for a first try.”

*

Author's Note: Wow, it has been a long time on this one. That said, it also just kinda flew by, didn't it? I mean, it's kinda short but it also flowed like nobody's business! I gotta love that.

Now let's see if that doesn't happen again. The story is near the end, so I may just make it a focus until it's done.

[Tiresias]

I blinked. “They are mutually exclusive?”

My favorite part.

[Rising Dragon]

"My interests include reading and mid-to-long range aerial combat."

The amusing thing about this statement is that mid-to-long range aerial combat is a perfectly acceptable hobby or interest in Mid-Childa.

[deathcurse]

Originally Posted by Moczo

Consider yourself the deciding vote.

Spoiler for Ready, Sette, Go! Chapter Six:

Chapter Six:

I followed Nove into the gymnasium/dojo where she acted as a teacher of the Midchildan close range martial style Strike Arts (Developed in the period ranging from 6-10 A.B., there is some debate on who was the first actual practitioner. I'm afraid I shall have to do additional research), the gym bag she had packed for me tucked under my arm. I had wished to bring more advanced armaments, but Nove had restricted me to only a gi and a change of clothing.

I felt that Nove was perhaps underestimating the security risks involved. This was a membership gym, but per my initial security sweep they also ran occasional public an unrestricted public location. Any one of these children could be an assassin, with the possible exception of the child near the front desk who appeared to be three years old (Only possible. She might have had a small explosive device inside her plush bear). We had to be prepared for...

Nove smacked me lightly on the back of my head. It was unpleasant, but as she was a superior officer for this mission, I did not return fire. I considered the research I had done on social conventions as of now, and determined what would instead be a more appropriate response.

I said, “Ouch.”

Nove rolled her eyes. “Sette, I volunteer here four days a week. There's never been so much as a burglary in all that time. This building is perfectly safe, so you can stop looking around like there are snipers in the potted plants.”

“Negative, the pots are too small for even the physically smallest sniper to fit inside along with the plant. It is, however, possible that some kind of small drone is inside, and it is possible that even a fist-sized unit could conceal a small-caliber lethal weapon, or a small quantity of plastique explosive if it was meant to act as a suicide unit rather than a-”

Nove smacked me lightly on the back of the head, again.

“Ouch,” I said, again.

“As I was saying, I have been going here for years, you loonie. Nobody is going to pop out of anywhere and kill us.”

“If we knew they were going to pop out, it would be a very poor assassination attempt, Nove. That is why vigilance is important,” I explained patiently. Subtle operations had never been her particular strong suit. It was entirely possible she needed this explained to her.

“Just go get changed, Sette.”

“Objective confirmed.”

*

After leaving the locker room in the gi that Nove had chosen for me, I entered the training hall where her intermediate lessons took place. I noticed immediately that many of the students were young, probably no older than nine or ten years old. I approved; inducting children to martial skills at a young age was essential to good soldiering. I felt very certain that I would meet many of these youngsters on the battlefield one day, and they would be complete professionals in the encounter.

While fewer, there were a number of older girls as well, ranging from as young as pre-pubescent to as old as the cusp of adulthood. Again, I approved. It indicated that this particular martial style began at a young age and continued training throughout the formative years and into adulthood, showing a thoroughness I could appreciate.

I began to relax. Nove had been right; Strike Arts seemed like something I could appreciate after all.

Four girls broke out of the crowd, running up at Nove with large smiles on their faces. They did not appear to be armed, so I prepared to initiate non-lethal countermeasures as requested by Cinque (Primary Mission Objectives: “Try not to kill anyone, for God's sake.”) before Nove clamped a hand onto my shoulder and informed me, “No hitting anyone until class starts officially, Sette.”

“Confirmed,” I said. This was a somewhat short-sighted order, but I would do my best to work with it. Nove was not known for her tactical skill.

“Oh, Nove! I heard that one of your sisters would be coming,” said the first girl, a small blonde with mismatched red and green eyes. “My name is...”

“Sankt Kaiser Recreation Project, subject #18. The first successful duplicate,” I said. “Congratulations on achieving genetic fusion.”

“...V-Vivio...?” Subject #18 said.

“Yes, that is your unofficial designation. However, it is highly non-indicative of your true nature, so I tend to prefer the use of your official project and number. It makes things tidier,” I confirmed.

Nove winced. “Sette, call her Vivio.”

“New orders processed. From this point on, Sankt Kaiser Recreation Project Subject #18 shall be referred to by its unofficial designation,” I said. Emboldened by this new order, I chose to engage in Secondary Objective, 'socialize'. “Hello, Vivio. How has your life been since you were created in a laboratory as part of a weapons experiment?”

“... … … … Good?” Vivio said.

“That is nice,” I said. “My life has also been good since I was created in a laboratory as part of a more fully realized weapons project. Perhaps later, we can discuss the ways in which our lives have been good, and the differing types of re-purposed military hardware used in our constructions.”

“I... think I need a drink of water,” Vivio said. “I feel dizzy.”

“It is unlikely you are ill. As a designer human, your immune system is nearly perfect,” I offered helpfully.

Two of the other girls, a dark-haired young lady and another blonde, one more lightly built than the other children, stepped between myself and Vivio defensively, despite having little reason to since I was offering her no threat and in fact bonding with her quite well.

“Stop saying things like that!” the dark haired one said angrily.

“Yeah! Vivio isn't some project, she's our friend!” the other agreed.

I blinked. “They are mutually exclusive?”

“... Huh?”

“Your statement implies they are mutually exclusive, i.e. 'She could be created in a laboratory as part of an experiment, or she could be our friend'. I was unaware that she could not be both. Be advised that she was, in fact, created in a laboratory, as part of an experiment. If this offends you, I recommend you cut social ties soon,” I said. Then, turning to subject #18, I said “Vivio, please be aware as you grow older that you may often experience social distrust of this nature. You should not let it upset you, or dissuade you from the efficient accomplishment of whatever mission objectives your superiors deem important.”

Nove blinked at me. “Sette, I can't decide if that was horrible or sweet.”

I turned to look at her, confused. “I do not think it was anything important. I am merely imparting useful information into Vivio, as one who has more life experience. Artificially created beings often have to face a great deal of discrimination, as I learned in prison when Rebecca 'Shanks' Moreau attempted to kill me in the shower because, and I quote, '[EXPLETIVE DELETED] tin soldiers piss me off, way you [EXPLETIVE DELETED] be walkin' around like you own the place.' She must be cautious when dealing with racists such as these horrible children, lest they attempt to shank her as well.”

The room became very silent. I assumed this to be because of my wisdom.

“I... I think I need a glass of water too...” the dark-haired girl said.

“Yeah, I... am a bit dizzy,” the blonde agreed.

“Let's... let's go...” Vivio said. “Find... some water or... something.”

“Be cautious, Vivio. Though I detect no weaponry on these two, they cannot be trusted to not attempt to assault you when your back is turned,” I advised her. “They envy your clear and easily defined sense of purpose, while they themselves are the product of random genetic permutation and have no obvious reason to exist.”

The three girls left, then, their heads hanging low and a palpable aura of some emotion (I assumed joy). I nodded in satisfaction at a job well done.

Nove winced. “Um, Sette, I'm gonna go try to lure my advanced class out of their existential funk. You stay here with Einhart and... I don't know. Try not to drive her to alcoholism.”

I turned to the young girl who had remained, Designation Einhart, and said,
“Extended alcohol use can have negative effects on your physical well-being, most particularly liver function. Please avoid it if possible.” Objective completed.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, quietly. “I will take that under advisement.”

Finally, someone who appreciated my well-thought-out advice. I had begun to wonder if my efforts would be ignored for the duration of my term of service with the Nakajima family. Emboldened by this early success, I chose to again attempt socialization. “My name is Sette. I am a Scaglietti Model cyborg, combat-class. My interests include reading and mid-to-long range aerial combat.”

The girl's eyes widened, and some tension leaked out of her posture. “Oh, really? I haven't studied such things much, beyond the few distance strikes present in Kaiser arts. My specialization is more in the area of close-range melee. If you would like to exchange advice, I would appreciate your pointers in becoming more well-rounded.”

I felt something which I believe was joy, then. For the first time since my release from prison, I had encountered someone who made perfect sense.

“Of course. I would be very happy to discuss tactics. Tell me, have you read any of the tactical manuals published by General Roculus Volvo?”

Einhart blushed. “I have the collected works. I like to read a passage before bed each night, so I can think of them as I sleep.”

I nodded. “Yes, that is very comforting.”

Einhart smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Is it not just? I've always felt that each re-reading adds something to my personal understanding of the martial arts, even if they are designed more for traditional battlefield tactics rather than one-on-one confrontation.”

“Well, the two have more similarities than many give them credit for. The scale may be different, but both rely heavily on understanding and predicting the actions of the enemy,” I pointed out. “Any warrior, regardless of their chosen specialization, can benefit from enhanced understanding of basic tactics.”

“Yes, yes!” Einhart agreed excitedly. “I've always thought this was more than clear, but it's so uncommon a viewpoint. A tactic that an army uses on the battlefield can almost always be altered for use by a martial artist in the arena, and vice-versa. It is only a question of understanding the basic lesson and adapting it as needed.”

“Well, I'll be damned.”

Einhart and I turned to see Nove looking on us with a small smile on her face.

“Hello, sister. Einhart and I were discussing the similarities between large-scale tactics and individual combat strategy in a martial arts setting.”

“It was very illuminating. I was wondering if I might have Sette's interlink address so we could continue after class,” Einhart agreed.

“You know what? As soon as she has one, we'll get right on that,” Nove said. “Get ready for class, you two.

My sister patted me on the shoulder, and whispered in my ear, “One out of four ain't too bad for a first try.”

*

Author's Note: Wow, it has been a long time on this one. That said, it also just kinda flew by, didn't it? I mean, it's kinda short but it also flowed like nobody's business! I gotta love that.

Now let's see if that doesn't happen again. The story is near the end, so I may just make it a focus until it's done.

Hahahaha, awesome!

You know, I normally don't really care about the Numbers at all. But then I read stuff like this, and they are so hilarious and interesting that I find myself warming up to them again XDDD.

Sette's dialogue actually makes me laugh out loud when I read it . Her conversation with Vivio, while utterly honest and well-meaning, really proves that sometimes delivery is as important as content XD. It seems like she hasn't completed Operation: Tact yet!

It's kind of sad, how Sette speaks so matter-of-factly and emotionlessly about almost being shanked in prison O_O.

I really loved how Sette and Einhart bonded at the end there . And over subject matter that would confuse or bore most average people!

Awesome work as always, Moczo .

they also ran occasional public an unrestricted public location

Um...I think you have a few extra words in that sentence?

[Amaterasu1963]

Nice story.

I hope Vivio takes Sette's advice now that Rio and Corona have revealed their true colors.