User:NeloAngelo/RekanStuff/6

The evening sun painted the gray sky into a shade of orange as White bird returned on the home base. Climbing down, Sanna was greeted by the landing staff.

“Huh, a scrape on White bird’s shoulders. That’s new.” The staff remarked, noticing the visible scrape during the earlier skirmish, easily seen with White bird’s white body.

Sanna looked aside, frowning a little as she walked pass the staff. One little “rude” slipped past the staff under his breath as Sanna’s figure disappears, the staff then continued to his colleagues, “Well, this is interesting.”

“What is?”

“Look at the light mark on White bird’s shoulder. Sanna has one too, on the exact spot.”

Sanna walked towards the hallway, as a familiar voice greeted her behind her back.

“Hey, Sanna.”

Sanna replied with a soft ‘hello’, turning back to towards the amicable voice she was familiar with. A cheerful smile greeted her. It was Erica. Noticing Sanna’s deflated tone, Erica asked, “Where’ve you been?”

Sanna placed her finger on her lips, but replied nothing.

“One of those secret AN missions, huh?” Erica asked again, as Sanna nodded.

Seeing Sanna’s usual detached expression being even colder than usual, Erica decided not to push the matter further, though she decided to tagalong Sanna to the command room.

“Mission accomplished.” Sanna spoke to Bunyan, who replied with a deep, “hmm.” in his usual tone. As she tries to leave, Bunyan spoke, “By the way, I didn’t notice you were so close to Reinhardt.”

“Oh. I- ...well...” Sanna replied, trying to find the correct words to answer Bunyan.

“Nothing wrong with it, it’s always good to know some new people rather than sticking in your own comfort zone. Dismissed.” Bunyan said.

“What's that supposed to mean!?” Sanna thought to herself, slightly annoyed as she left the command room, Erica gave Bunyan a playful wave as Sanna closed the door.

The two then strolled around the base. Sanna doesn’t seem too interested in doing anything else after reporting to Bunyan, but she went along with Erica nonetheless, affected by the mercenary’s cheery demeanor. The two eventually bumped into Illia, who was just leaving from gathering reports from White bird’s maintenance crew.

Adjusting her glasses, the sight of Sanna with someone unfamiliar was something that first caught her attention, then the light mark on her shoulders that is vanishing, now seemingly fading out.

Hiding her curiosity, Illia greeted. “Hi Sakan.”

“Sakan?” Erica asked as she looked at Sanna with a mischievous expression, the words “Haha Sakan. SAKAN, really?” seemingly written on her face.

Ignoring Erica, Sanna responded, her somewhat calmed mood now turning annoyed again. “Hello, Illia. This is Erica. A mangy mercenary. Erica, this is Illia. Herr Doktor.”

“Funny, Sakan. Though I must admit, seeing you making friends is something out of the ordinary.” Illia retaliated, waving her hand at Erica.

“Yeah Sakan, why do you have to be such a hothouse flower?” Erica chimed in, smiling at Illia.

Upset, Sanna forced a smile and walked away from the two of them, as Erica parted with Illia and ran towards Sanna. Looking that the girls disappearing figures, Illia looked at the notes she was carrying, and thought to herself, “So the reports were true, when White bird was struck with that attack, Sakan likely had felt it too. The auto-repair system of White bird’s seems to take place around the time Sakan’s wounds are healing. So this is the synchronization effect? Still too many mysteries of White bird I don’t know...”

Erica eventually caught up with Sanna, who was sitting on the landing gear of the basic infantry Armored Unit, gazing unto the red sunset.

“Hey.” Erica greeted, as Sanna turned around, before turning back.

“Hey hey now, don’t get mad. It’s just a joke.” Erica said as she stood behind Sanna, placing an orange flower in front between the pilot’s eyes. Sanna tilted her head, curious, as Erica continued, “it looks kinda like your eyes, don’t you think?”

“Thanks but, that clever commentary doesn't help.” Sanna responded, then sniped “is that some sort of comparison to a hothouse flower?”

“Haha, nah. I just wanted to share this. It’s called an Alstroemeria. In the language of flowers, it means ‘friendship’.” Erica replied, sitting beside Sanna, before continuing “it’s actually an interesting flower, its leaves grows inverted so that the bottom is facing upwards.”

“Listen to you. A mercenary talking about flowers.” Sanna remarked.

Looking at the empty Armored Units, Erica suddenly spoke, “You know, my family used to run a florist shop before the war came.”

Sanna looked at the mercenary, surprised. Erica, twirling the lily on her hand then continued, “I was six when the army burned down the house, then I got adopted into a mercenary band.”

Sanna nodded, listening intently. She tried to find words to comfort Erica, but she was unable to; remaining silent.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to bore you with my sob-stories.” Erica said, as Sanna replied, “Ah...no. I-I’m sorry.”

“Now you’re the one apologizing? What’s up with that?” Erica responded again, smiling. Sanna responded with a faint smile as the both of them gazed at the dimming sunset.

“It must be nice. Flying free at the boundless sky, free from the fires of war...” Erica said as she threw the Alstroemeria flower at Sanna’s lap.

Picking up the flower, Sanna smiled, her eyes still locked at the sunset, before remarking “yeah.”

A new day dawns as Sanna received orders from Bunyan to quell a conflicting warzone.

“We’ve received reports of an unknown faction consisting of Armored Units that has been on the aggressive lately, with multiple territories being razed and turned into a state of warzone.” Bunyan said, reading one of the files, and then proceeded, “Sanna, your target is six infantry Units. Here is the run-down of the information gathered.”

“Understood.” Sanna replied as she received the documents, Reading a map with numerous red circles drawn on them, Sanna thought to herself, “Only six infantry Units with such a rapid pace?”

Leaving the command room after the mission briefing, Sanna saw Erica outside, who was awaiting for her assignment as well.

“Moving out?” Erica asked.

Sanna nodded, but kept her silence.

“One of those secret mission huh?” Erica said, as Sanna nodded, smiling.

“Good luck.” Erica said again, entering the command room.

White bird soared through the cloudy sky as Sanna looked for her targets - 6 infantry class of Armored Unit’s. Peering through the lens of White bird, Sanna managed to locate one of the targets, scouting alone in the plains without any possible hideout for backup support. Initiating White bird’s boosters, Sanna then dive bombs onto the unsuspecting foe, claws extended.

In an instant, White bird has clawed into the Unit’s cockpit, which then proceeded to crush it within its grasp and deactivating it. Having slight hiccups during her last skirmish, Sanna decided to take out her targets as fast as possible, hopefully without any delays.

Peering towards the cloudy sky, Sanna then reactivated White bird’s boosters, searching for the rest of the targets.