User:NeloAngelo/Redstuff/Side 2

Side Chapter 1 - Lioves Grotesques. Humans corrupted so far by the Red Eye Plague that they lost even their physical body. Even in death, they retain their Red Eyes, as if it is Plague's cruel calling card. I, who lead the Independent Anti-Grotesque Force has been fighting against them for years. Would me, a human, fighting against twisted shell of what was once a man be considered murder?

A day after I cleared the Grotesque threat in San Adiet, I received an emergency request from a distant, small Station located in the countryside. From its location, it appears as it the Station is cut apart from the rest of the world.

Still, San Adiet is pretty close to the area, and if I can protect anyone from the threat of Grotesque, I will gladly do it. I never want to see the grotesque scene that took away my family. ...Araya will be watching me, too.

Taking a small unit with me, I rushed to the location as fast as I can, hoping I am not too late. Even though I have hoped for the best, I can't shake the feeling of a station run deep in red, the air filled with the smell of rust and ash. To my surprise, all that awaits me is very station that gave out the emergency call, standing perfectly and functioning.




 * Lioves: Excuse me, I was told there was an emergency involving Grotesque at this Station.
 * Officer: Who is this?
 * Lioves: My apologies, I am Lioves, Captain of the Independent Anti-Grotesque Force-
 * Officer: Captain Lioves!? I-I'm sorry! I didn't know you are coming!
 * Lioves: It's alright. Please, call me Lio. I wish to know what happened here.
 * Officer: O-of course! A few days ago our track traveling to Beovault are derailed by delivery coming in contact with a pack of Grotesque. However, it was cleared up, Grotesque and Plague alike by a traveling Shaman and her assistant.
 * Lioves: A Shaman...here? At this place- sorry.
 * Officer: No, it's understandable. Anyway, the assistant took off by his own, then just after few hours, he reported all Grotesques are dead and the Shaman followed suit to perform the Transmigration rite.
 * Lioves: Just one man alone? Impressive. Do you know what happened?
 * Officer: Apologies, but only the Shaman and her assistant were there by their own. According to reports, it's believed that the Grotesques were taken out by a large explosion triggered by the goods that were delivered here.
 * Lioves: I'm sorry to hear that.
 * Officer: It's unfortunately, sure, but it's not worth losing your life over the Plague.
 * Lioves: That is true. Nothing is more important than your life. Still, to be able to take on Grotesques all by himself...do you know what they looked like?
 * Officer: Hmm. The Shaman is a woman with long red hair tied in a ponytail, blue eyes and had a cheerful look to her. As for the assistant...a man with flaxen straight hair reaching to his shoulders, he has a long forelock obscuring his face, so I can't tell much beyond that....oh! He said something about his weapon being damaged and unable to be compressed with MAG.
 * Lioves: I see. Thank you for your cooperation.
 * Officer: I'm sorry I couldn't help more. Especially you've made additional effort to come to such a suburban-
 * Lioves: No.
 * Officer: Pardon?
 * Lioves: No lives are more precious than the others. For that reason, I will strive to protect and save as many as possible, no matter the place or time. Rest assured, I will protect everyone with all I have as long as I draw breath.
 * Officer: Yes. Of course, Chiara's Champion. May the Sage continue illuminate your path.
 * Lioves: You too.

A Shaman in red and a combat assistant with malfunctioning MAG, huh? What a weird combination. I hope I can meet them someday.