A new wave of enemies emerged, and the air hummed with a different kind of energy. "Is this all G&K has to offer?" Vertin scoffed, scanning for more T-Dolls. "Kind of disappointing," she sighed, a weariness seeping into her voice.
Suddenly, four figures shot toward her, their weapons already firing. Vertin's shields flared to life, intercepting the barrage of rounds with a familiar hum. "What the…?" she muttered as her internal systems flagged the new threats.
A quick scan revealed the newcomers in detail
[G&K T-Dolls Mobile Suit
Name: EMS-01 Zedah Prototype Mobile Suit
Equipment:
Assault Rifle (Units 1, 2)
Modified Rocket Launcher (Unit 3)
Heavy Sniper (Unit 4)
Shield (All Units)
Description:
Their design mimics the Zudah, but with a Zaku I head. They're painted in stark black and gray, lacking a Saturn engine but equipped with a GM backpack.]
Vertin's eyes narrowed. "They even bootlegged my name," she spat, her fists tightening around her twin laser cannons. "Do they really think these knockoffs can beat a true original mobile suit?"
"Target spotted. Preparing for combat," a T-Doll unit said, its voice flat and robotic as it raised its assault rifle.
They landed in a semicircle and immediately opened fire. The relentless hail of bullets met Vertin's shields, the shield deflecting each impact.
Another unit raised its weapon. "Firing bazooka," it announced without a hint of emotion.
The rocket screamed through the air, but when it hit, the explosion was a pathetic puff of smoke. "Reinforced Era plating really helps," Vertin said with a smirk before she engaged her boosters, rocketing toward the unit with the assault rifle.
"Die!" she screamed, driving the muzzle of her cannon into the T-Doll's chest and unleashing a concentrated blast of energy. The Zedah unit exploded in a cascade of twisted metal and sparking wires.
"Unit 2 is down. Prepare to retreat," one of the remaining T-Dolls broadcasted.
"Understood. Retreating now," another replied as they began to ascend, trying to escape.
Vertin, with her vastly superior technology, was already a step ahead. She re-engaged her boosters and shot after them. "Let me show you how a mobile suit fights!" she taunted, igniting the beam saber on her wrist. In a blur of light, she sliced through the T-Doll with the rocket launcher. It fell, a silent, burning ruin.
"Target pursuing. Engaging," the last assault rifle unit declared, turning to face her.
"Too slow, faker!" she shouted, cutting the unit in half before it even had a chance to react. It exploded behind her as she continued her pursuit of the final Zedah.
The last unit accelerated, but its speed was no match for Vertin. "Pathetic," she snarled, venom lacing her words as she effortlessly cut it down.
As the smoke cleared, she surveyed the wreckage. "Crazy to think you guys would use my name and make bootleg mobile suits. They can't even beat a Zanny or a Wappa." She sighed, the fight having done little to sate her boredom.
"Why do I even bother? The moment you start making bootleg versions of me, you better start paying for the copyright license, because your debt is already rising." A low, sarcastic chuckle rumbled as she turned to leave the field of scrap.
"All units, down," the operator announced, his voice a grim monotone that cut through the sterile silence of the G&K command center. His face, illuminated by the cold light of the monitor, was a mask of professional stoicism, but his eyes betrayed a deep unease.
The commanding officer, a man with the weary look of someone who had seen too many battles, ran a hand through his short, hair. "Well, Kryuger and Persica won't be happy about this." He sighed, the sound heavy with unspoken worry.
"Get all the recordings from the downed units and send them to Kryuger and Persica immediately," he ordered. The operator, quick and efficient, tapped away at his console. A moment later, his fingers stilled.
"It's not here, sir," the operator reported, his voice tinged with confusion.
The officer's brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'it's not here'? Explain yourself."
"The recordings," the operator said, his gaze fixed on the screen. "They're all just static after the units made contact with... it."
His voice dropped to a near whisper. "Every recording is static."
The officer's face grew grim. This was more than just a failure; it was an information black hole. "They really won't like this," he muttered, the weight of the coming storm settling on his shoulders.
Back at the Sangvis Ferri R&D base, she finally returned to the familiar comfort of her quarters. She let the TDolls take care of her armor, performing maintenance and repairs on the scuffed and battle-worn plates. A sigh of pure relief escaped her lips as she walked into her room.
"I can finally rest," she said, letting herself fall face-first onto her bed. The soft mattress swallowed her, and she giggled, rolling onto her back. "It's so comfy!"
She remembered she has to check her system about a skill.
"Okay, let's see if I can buy a skill to make some money," she muttered, scrolling through the seemingly endless list of options. She searched for something simple, something that could generate income from her usual line of work. Her eyes landed on a skill.
[Debt
Price: 1,000,000
Description: Per kill, you get money depending on the difficulty of the enemy]
"Eh? A million?" she groaned, the number so laughably large it felt like a sick joke.
"I'm way too broke for that." She sighed, the dream of an easy payday evaporating into thin air.
"I guess it couldn't hurt to ask Sangvis for some money" she thought, her mind drifting to Agent, the person in charge. But a heavy sigh followed the thought.
"Nah, I don't think she'd ever give me that kind of cash."
With a final, weary huff, she wrapped her arms around her pillow, closed her eyes, and let the darkness take her.
[ transporting user]
A/n: also if this books gets 30 or 40 power stones i will do other double chapter