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(Sanna's silly chapters as written from her incompetent writer. Takes place before she gets her rank and before Bunyan passed away.)

___Century. Breakthrough in technology and science improved through leaps and bounds, unlocking limitless potential. With the progress of technology, bipedal mechanized vehicles, Armored Units were created. The Units, created for the purpose to fight penned a new page of history written in blood.

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A giant bipedal machine hovered among the wasteland surrounded by the remains of those fallen before it. The machine’s white body contrasted with the devastation of the battlefield, as if it wasn’t a participant of the battle. As the dusts and fog settles, the machine reveals its bird-like head, its visor exuding a cold, blue gleam. Within the cold steel of the machine lies a young woman appearing in her early adulthood.

The woman’s name is Sanna Rekan. She is the designated pilot of “White bird”, piloting under the call-sign of 'Velvet'. White bird, as befits its namesake assumes the appearance of an anthropomorphic bird with a humanoid frame and is an advanced Armored Unit with a terrifying capacity for mass destruction.

Sanna peered towards the sky through the lens of White bird, only to be greeted with a cold, barren, and desolate sky. The cloudless gray skies seemingly mocking her piercing gold eyes.

If a person's eyes would express his inner feelings, then Sanna's eyes would be 'empty' - cold and unfeeling. An expression unsettling for woman her age.

“…It’s the same anywhere I go.” Sanna thought to herself as she flicks her silver-white hair aside, revealing her pale visage.

Sanna has been cutting down countless targets with White bird as long as she can remember and never did she once question the validity of doing so. She was simply following orders; Destroy, vanishing without a trace, a simple formulaic cycle.

Today was no different, as she has been dispatched to quell another warring state, suppressing the uprising revolt an army unit consisted of 4 Armored Units. Sanna inspected her surroundings with 3 Armored Units already destroyed, leaving only one Armored Unit that escaped during the heat of battle. A gust of icy wind blew as White bird hovered around the battlefield, searching for the final target. Sanna searched and searched until she was alerted by a bleep, her heads-up displaying revealing a blinking target. Readying herself, Sanna accelerates White bird flight towards the source. As she flew towards the source of the target, a 'clicking' sound was heard and Sanna was greeted by a hail of incoming bullets.

Unfazed, Sanna initiated the boosters installed within the back of White bird, strafing aside at high speed as she glances at the features of her opponent’s Armored Unit; a standard infantry unit armed with an assault rifle.

Evading the first wave of bullets, Sanna trained her eyes towards the target lock on the opponent’s Armored Unit. White bird then started raising its hands; its claw-like fingertips then glistened with a faint blue glow as it creates a bluish emblem out of thin air. Noticing something amiss, the opposing Armored Unit loaded a compound bomb and shot towards White bird.

Sanna’s eye flickered as a beam of arcane energy blast out of the emblem and towards her opponent. Tearing through the air at blinding high-speed, the beam of energy made contact with the bomb, resulting in a large explosion- in White bird’s favor. The explosive force was overwhelmed by the energy blast, continuing towards its target without losing its speed or trajectory — the opposing Armored Unit. In an instant, the energy blast penetrated the Armored Unit’s left shoulder, leaving a gaping wide hole that disables its left arm.

Before the opposing Armored Unit could react, Sanna reactivated White bird's boosters, dashing towards the opponent as White bird's left arm pierced through the opposing Armored Unit's chest and grasped its primary control unit- the pilot's cockpit. Tightening its grip, White bird then crushes the control unit within its hand, instantly deactivating the Armored Unit.

"Electromagnetic signal...erased. Pulse signal...nil." Sanna muttered to herself as she flicked her comm-link, and reported, "This is 'Velvet'. All targets neutralized. I'm returning to base." As she shuts off her comm-link, Sanna peered towards the gray skies again, before initiating White bird's booster, flying back to its nest.

“…Yeah. You’re safe to land.” the words passed towards Sanna as she rest White bird to the landing gear. As it lands, the staff signals the main command room, as several pillars of machine raises from the landing gear, securing White bird in place. The landing receptionist gave Sanna a wave, giving her an ‘ok’ to leave her Unit. Ejecting herself from the Armored Unit, Sanna climbed down from White bird through a portable elevator, dusting off the skirt wrapped around her waist.

The landing staff approached Sanna as he chimed in, “Great job today.” Sanna replied with a silence, but gave a light nod, then said, “General Bunyan….where is he?”

“The general? Ah, he’s in the command room right now.” The staff replied, Sanna replied with a faint smile and light nod, before walking past the landing staff and towards the main hallway.

“Knock knock” Sanna rapped the door and she was replied with a guttural tone of “one second please....come in”. Sitting in the office table was a man in his late thirties in an official’s suit, sporting a head full of graying hair. Despite his age, his vibrant blue eyes exude a force of confidence, reading intently on a document he was holding. The man is Bunyan. A man pioneered the concept of ‘Chainsaw Good’. Bunyan’s reputation as a survivalist and pragmatic combat tactics had earned him the respect of his peers, and he had a hand in training many young pilots and soldiers alike – Sanna Rekan, being adopted by him was naturally a part of them. “Mission accomplished, sir. All targets are neutralized.” Sanna said. Bunyan replied nothing, but shot a glance at Sanna, who greeted him with the pair of unnatural eyes with that ghastly hair he had gotten used to. “Father?” Sanna inquired again. Bunyan frowned a little upon hearing the word ‘father’, almost as if he just heard the report of a failed mission.

Sanna noticed the sign as she stared down at the floor. How could she forget? Bunyan disliked being called a ‘father’ by her, even though he raised and trained her. Bunyan glanced at Sanna again, before replying, “Sorry. I was just reading the list….Nate, Duncan, Carrie….”

Sanna tilted her head aside in an inquisitive manner, in which Bunyan continued, “They’re the names of the dead members….my subordinates.” Sanna was shaken at Bunyan’s reply. Looking at the general’s saddened look, Sanna replied, “I-I’m sorry, Sir." as she took a bow and continued, "If you would excuse me.” As Sanna turns away, Bunyan took a sip of coffee and called, “…Sanna. Good job today.”

Bunyan’s response seemingly evoked a positive reaction from Sanna, whose eyes beamed with joy before replying, ‘thank you.’ Taking a gulp from his coffee mug, Bunyan continued, "Remember your check-ups with Illia Schwarzschild."

Sanna nodded, and left the office. As she left, Bunyan thought to himself:

“It is all Hell. This war…this endless cycle of pointless destruction. Sanna...even if you’re…..”

Dismissed from the general, Sanna then headed towards the medical room, where a pair of green eyes peered through the door’s slits. Before she could even knock, the door opened itself. Sanna walked inside the the medical room, surrounded by notes of numerous White bird’s schematics and research notes of robotics. A young girl in her late teens wearing a lab coat stood among the mess of notes, medical supplies and a deserted mug of a cold coffee.

The young girl is called Illia Schwarzschild, youngest child prodigy of late Isaac Schwarzchild, lead developer of White bird and Sanna’s unnatural birth. Indeed, Sanna’s birth, White bird’s root schematics and its unique energy manifestations are closely tied to Isaac Schwarzchild, whose legacy now rests on the shoulder of Illia.

“Sakan!” Illia greeted Sanna with warm greeting.

“Hello, Illia.” Sanna replied meekly. Sanna didn’t particularly like her regular check-ups with Illia, as she tended to feel helpless against her.

“How are you feeling today?” Illia asked, brushing her mid-length blond hair aside and began examining Sanna, continuing “Clothes off, please.”

“I’m fine, really.” Sanna replied as she instinctively hugged herself.

"Sakan, even if you're created by dad to fight, your base material is still that of a human's. All this fighting...it can't be good for you." Illia advised.

"Well, I am created by humans to kill humans. I am a weapon." Sanna exclaimed half-jokingly, though her voice fell short.

"If you say so...but even still, that's not a way someone should live." Illia replied.

"Maybe. But I'm man-made. I walk in the path not shed by light." Sanna replied wryly as she left, leaving a perplexed Illia deep in thought.

As Sanna slams the door of the medical room shut, Illia suddenly jumped, "...Ah! I can't believe she talked her way out of her check-ups!"