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LUNARIAN MECHANICAL RECORDS
Μακάριοι οι Παρατηρητές
Custom Lanzer Type-Selene
Size: 20m, 60 tons
Power Output: 990 MW/minute onboard, [REDACTED]
Pilots: 1 active pilot
Weaponry and abilities: Space flight, limited atmospheric flight, modular weaponry and armor. Limited onboard weaponry.
Etc.: Changes to this Lanzer by anyone other than Lt. Truth WILL NOT be approved, and will result in disciplinary action.
—
Elysian had been going over a list of things to confront their commanding officers about ever since they arrived back on the moon. Or, at least, as long as they’ve sat in this decontamination chamber, as everyone coming back from a chargon-rich environment is forced to. Where’s Cynthia? Why can I breathe easily on Earth? Why didn’t you try to rescue me? Why-
“Lt. Truth.”
Their concentration was shattered as their mother appeared in front of them, her figure flashing up against the wall of the chamber. It was a perfect illusion, proving that it was a direct feed to the other side of this wall. Elysian did their best to put on a serious face to confront their mother.
“Where is-”
“Shut up.”
The chairwoman’s voice was like a laser drilling through Elysian’s skull. They had been trained their whole life to obey her every word, but this was more important. They forced themself to push onward.
“Where. Is. Lun-”
“You had been ordered to confirm the existence of an earthling secret weapon and target it for bombardment. But you failed. You rushed in and got our most important weapon destroyed.”
Lt. Truth knew they had screwed up. They were the one that had been shot down, after all, but something about the way that Chairwoman Truth said it impressed it. Elysian now knew in their soul that they had royally messed up. But they couldn’t let up, not now.
“Why can I breathe without my mask,” the pilot forced out with the angriest scowl they could muster. They hadn’t been given a rebreather to replace the one they had lost on Earth, so every part of his face was visible. Their commanding officer just stared back, and sighed.
“All the work that we put into you, we somehow failed to give you the ability to put 2 and 2 together to make 4.”
This only made the pilot angrier, proven by how they attempted to smash their first against the false window in front of them, which did little other than make the display flicker.
“QUIT SCREWING WITH ME!”
The councilwoman didn’t care about her offspring’s outburst, however. She simply stood and stared before continuing.
“That chamber is filled with the same level of chargon that Earth’s atmosphere does. Roughly 80% or so of the mixture that feeds through your mask, and 40% of what the Type-Artemis feeds through your body when you’re used as a reactor.”
Elysian grows numb as they instinctively cover their face and step backwards. “M-my.. entire life…”
“Before that. In-utero. Carrying you to term shaved 8 years off of my life and every day you make me regret that decision.”
The pilot collapsed to their knees. The scars on their back ached and itched. “The Type-Artemis…”
“You were designed to pilot it. Designed to be the perfect Lunarian, completely unable to produce chargon. But for some reason, that kills you, so you need to be fed more externally. Conveniently, that means that the Type-Artemis can use your organs as a second reactor to boost its strength without needing to carry extra weight. Or, rather, it could until you destroyed it.”
Elysian Truth now knew why his mother had treated him like a pawn, an object for their entire life. It hurt, sure, but the explanation gave them a small bit of closure, as now they knew that their usefulness to her had come to an end with Type-Artemis’ destruction. It was all the pilot could do to genuflect to the floor and beg for forgiveness.
“Mother. I’m sorry that I’m no longer of use to you. Please make my termination as painless as possible.”
A small compartment on one of the walls slid open, a box designed to transfer small objects in and out of the chamber. It contained a rebreather identical to the one that Elysian had worn their entire life. Truth eyed it, confused.
“The chargon scrubbing sequence will commence in 30 seconds. I suggest you prepare for it. Hopefully, you’ll still be useful.”
—
As Councilwoman Truth led her child down the hallways of Aristarchus Base, Elysian felt the crisp, clean air against their skin and felt at home again. But they had to accept that it was a lie. This clean air and the perfection of being a Lunarian would only kill them. Before too long, they reached an elevator, which led down into the subterranean levels, outside of the clearance of most pilots. The door then opened to a dark hangar, and several spotlights shining on a Lanzer.
It was big, maybe 10% larger than most Lanzers that Lt. Truth was familiar with. But the thing that stood out most to them was how unbelievably similar it looked to the Type-Artemis. Same basic shapes, same color, same head, everything. But every subtle detail showed that it was made from completely new parts, a new generation of the Type-Artemis.
“Behold, the Type-Selene,” Councilwoman Truth demanded. “Every weakness of the Type-Artemis has been shaved away, including the stupidity of its pilot. Whereas the Synth-OSi AI merely recommended against foolish choices, it will now take control away from you when necessary, as it did when you were a toddler.”
Elysian could hardly believe his ears. “Cynthia?! It’s still here?! Cynthia!!” The ground and air shook as the clamps holding the Type-Selene in place opened seemingly out of nowhere, and the machine stepped forward on its own. It grabbed the walkway with its manipulators and opened up its empty cockpit, sending a gust of warm, comforting air. From inside the cockpit, a familiar voice reached the young Truth.
“Hello, Lt. Truth. It is good to see you again.”
Elysian could only burst out in tears at the voice. “Cynthia! I thought you had died! I’m so glad…”
“Yes. The Lunarian military successfully retrieved me after what I was told was a long, difficult fight. I look forward to flying with you again.”
The lieutenant looked back at the councilwoman, unsure if the AI was telling the truth.
“Yes,” the councilwoman assured the young pilot. “We still have a mission for you, a chance to redeem your disgusting performance. And you’ll have plenty of backup, too.”
She raised one fist, and snapped her fingers. The rest of the lights in the hangar lit up to illuminate dozens, maybe even hundreds of more Lanzers bearing the signature look of Lunaria’s engineering. They all looked so similar to the Type-Artemis, but painted a sleek black, and each one of them had their own pilots standing at stiff attention saluting Councilwoman Truth.
“If those damned savages think that they can destroy our Lanzers that easily, then we will be glad to prove them wrong.”
Art by https://x.com/REEvolt119956
Μακάριοι οι Παρατηρητές
Custom Lanzer Type-Selene
Size: 20m, 60 tons
Power Output: 990 MW/minute onboard, [REDACTED]
Pilots: 1 active pilot
Weaponry and abilities: Space flight, limited atmospheric flight, modular weaponry and armor. Limited onboard weaponry.
Etc.: Changes to this Lanzer by anyone other than Lt. Truth WILL NOT be approved, and will result in disciplinary action.
—
Elysian had been going over a list of things to confront their commanding officers about ever since they arrived back on the moon. Or, at least, as long as they’ve sat in this decontamination chamber, as everyone coming back from a chargon-rich environment is forced to. Where’s Cynthia? Why can I breathe easily on Earth? Why didn’t you try to rescue me? Why-
“Lt. Truth.”
Their concentration was shattered as their mother appeared in front of them, her figure flashing up against the wall of the chamber. It was a perfect illusion, proving that it was a direct feed to the other side of this wall. Elysian did their best to put on a serious face to confront their mother.
“Where is-”
“Shut up.”
The chairwoman’s voice was like a laser drilling through Elysian’s skull. They had been trained their whole life to obey her every word, but this was more important. They forced themself to push onward.
“Where. Is. Lun-”
“You had been ordered to confirm the existence of an earthling secret weapon and target it for bombardment. But you failed. You rushed in and got our most important weapon destroyed.”
Lt. Truth knew they had screwed up. They were the one that had been shot down, after all, but something about the way that Chairwoman Truth said it impressed it. Elysian now knew in their soul that they had royally messed up. But they couldn’t let up, not now.
“Why can I breathe without my mask,” the pilot forced out with the angriest scowl they could muster. They hadn’t been given a rebreather to replace the one they had lost on Earth, so every part of his face was visible. Their commanding officer just stared back, and sighed.
“All the work that we put into you, we somehow failed to give you the ability to put 2 and 2 together to make 4.”
This only made the pilot angrier, proven by how they attempted to smash their first against the false window in front of them, which did little other than make the display flicker.
“QUIT SCREWING WITH ME!”
The councilwoman didn’t care about her offspring’s outburst, however. She simply stood and stared before continuing.
“That chamber is filled with the same level of chargon that Earth’s atmosphere does. Roughly 80% or so of the mixture that feeds through your mask, and 40% of what the Type-Artemis feeds through your body when you’re used as a reactor.”
Elysian grows numb as they instinctively cover their face and step backwards. “M-my.. entire life…”
“Before that. In-utero. Carrying you to term shaved 8 years off of my life and every day you make me regret that decision.”
The pilot collapsed to their knees. The scars on their back ached and itched. “The Type-Artemis…”
“You were designed to pilot it. Designed to be the perfect Lunarian, completely unable to produce chargon. But for some reason, that kills you, so you need to be fed more externally. Conveniently, that means that the Type-Artemis can use your organs as a second reactor to boost its strength without needing to carry extra weight. Or, rather, it could until you destroyed it.”
Elysian Truth now knew why his mother had treated him like a pawn, an object for their entire life. It hurt, sure, but the explanation gave them a small bit of closure, as now they knew that their usefulness to her had come to an end with Type-Artemis’ destruction. It was all the pilot could do to genuflect to the floor and beg for forgiveness.
“Mother. I’m sorry that I’m no longer of use to you. Please make my termination as painless as possible.”
A small compartment on one of the walls slid open, a box designed to transfer small objects in and out of the chamber. It contained a rebreather identical to the one that Elysian had worn their entire life. Truth eyed it, confused.
“The chargon scrubbing sequence will commence in 30 seconds. I suggest you prepare for it. Hopefully, you’ll still be useful.”
—
As Councilwoman Truth led her child down the hallways of Aristarchus Base, Elysian felt the crisp, clean air against their skin and felt at home again. But they had to accept that it was a lie. This clean air and the perfection of being a Lunarian would only kill them. Before too long, they reached an elevator, which led down into the subterranean levels, outside of the clearance of most pilots. The door then opened to a dark hangar, and several spotlights shining on a Lanzer.
It was big, maybe 10% larger than most Lanzers that Lt. Truth was familiar with. But the thing that stood out most to them was how unbelievably similar it looked to the Type-Artemis. Same basic shapes, same color, same head, everything. But every subtle detail showed that it was made from completely new parts, a new generation of the Type-Artemis.
“Behold, the Type-Selene,” Councilwoman Truth demanded. “Every weakness of the Type-Artemis has been shaved away, including the stupidity of its pilot. Whereas the Synth-OSi AI merely recommended against foolish choices, it will now take control away from you when necessary, as it did when you were a toddler.”
Elysian could hardly believe his ears. “Cynthia?! It’s still here?! Cynthia!!” The ground and air shook as the clamps holding the Type-Selene in place opened seemingly out of nowhere, and the machine stepped forward on its own. It grabbed the walkway with its manipulators and opened up its empty cockpit, sending a gust of warm, comforting air. From inside the cockpit, a familiar voice reached the young Truth.
“Hello, Lt. Truth. It is good to see you again.”
Elysian could only burst out in tears at the voice. “Cynthia! I thought you had died! I’m so glad…”
“Yes. The Lunarian military successfully retrieved me after what I was told was a long, difficult fight. I look forward to flying with you again.”
The lieutenant looked back at the councilwoman, unsure if the AI was telling the truth.
“Yes,” the councilwoman assured the young pilot. “We still have a mission for you, a chance to redeem your disgusting performance. And you’ll have plenty of backup, too.”
She raised one fist, and snapped her fingers. The rest of the lights in the hangar lit up to illuminate dozens, maybe even hundreds of more Lanzers bearing the signature look of Lunaria’s engineering. They all looked so similar to the Type-Artemis, but painted a sleek black, and each one of them had their own pilots standing at stiff attention saluting Councilwoman Truth.
“If those damned savages think that they can destroy our Lanzers that easily, then we will be glad to prove them wrong.”
Art by https://x.com/REEvolt119956
Category Story / Anime
Species Human
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