9 Lost::Chapter 9

Gwen looked around the cockpit of the mecha. Ariana was at the helm smoothly guiding their mecha, BarkingSquirrel, around the asteroids. Anneliese was readying fire control, pouring MP, into the weapon systems. "Control this is Red 5. Systems ready awaiting orders." Gwen repeated into her mic. She had been repeatedly calling for the rest of the team. They had received intel that the Roxas clan of the orcish scourge was in this sector. Their mission was to capture at least one of them for interrogation. Roxas clan was known for their craftiness. Again she repeated to be answered again by silence. "Gwen give it a rest. It's just a game." Anneliese said. "And your nail polish is so retro." Gwen looked at her nails. She had mixed acetone, mars sand and fish guts to get this color. It resembled a color from 2031.

Gwen checked her status window

Mana Points:100 Wisdom:100

Strength:100 Intelligence:100

Dexterity:100 Endurance:100

Leadership:100 Sin:0

Knowledge of Military Tactics

Knowledge of Military History

Knowledge of Military Intelligence

Knowledge of Contracted Spirit

Knowledge of Garden Alchemy

Boon: Blessing of The Squirrels

Gwen knew the last three entries were from that penalty round six months ago. When she asked her friends about it they couldn't see those entries. Sin:0 that was the only good thing that came from that round. Gwen had been stripped of her command and sent to the ground pounders. They quickly assessed her and gave her a new unnamed recon mecha. She had named it herself after dreaming of spirit squirrel warriors and invited her two best friends to join her in the cockpit.

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"Enemy spotted Star Chancellor Roxas" the helmsman proclaimed.

There was only one though. Had gotten separated, lost or was it bait? thought the Star Chancellor. "Prepare and deploy five squads. We might have human on tonight's menu"

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Itor Griffin frowned. The coordinates were given to the entire team. Why was the BarkingSquirrel missing in action?