CH#1-Kitsune NO Tetsuki
A march of an unholy amounts of treading through the tundra and climbing their awaits upwards to there a strange destination along the way with their pitch-black forms now trekked across to the tunnel, following a woman with an unholy aura with an ornamental starship trailing straight behind of her own personal line of command, as she is leading the march as she has sensed something with so much power form deep within her ship’s scanner domains that is so well-hidden for this long under her nose this deep in the orbital circle... as she grinned looking at the paperwork and the payments at the end or all of the work
???: Klara, so this is where the tracker marked this part of space, huh?... oh well, just the usual rogue trader business...
...where she is now carrying out her commands, though a rather old-fashioned microphone, as she reminded the driver of what is on her to-do list, in the form of a bounty on the retrieval of a certain
Karmilla: ...this is your captain, Karmilla ‘akarui’ Vitan speaking...we are now approaching an unknown spacehulk outside of Imperium space, so please, for the first and last time...proceed with caution...
...as the voice of the woman now has rung all over the ship that is decorated with the finest armaments and ornaments that have lasted against the tests of time as it drifted in the direction of what has been detected on their radar...
...as that ship now full of a willing crew all followed the orders that they have been instructed with, as they soon set course to dock into a reather alien cylinder with just as giant flaps left open to keep it’s gravity in the middle of the void of space...as they seem to be on full guard, as they could very be expecting something that could be hiding in here...
Karmilla: Alright, people! We’re on the bounty to chase down an Ork warboss that has stolen a specific Imperial Knight...
...the ships all followed suit, letting everyone know exactly what their destination is...
Karmilla: Alright now...the orks are going around the business of stealing an imperial knight off of a freeblade that has already been defeated, and now he is said to be taken prisoner...how strange...
...she puts down the data slate as she now sends a series of smaller ships to where there are the readings...
crew; hey princess!... the big old tube out there is irradiated, and it kind of looks old enough to house a supposedly stolen imperial knight, right?
klara: right!... Send out servitors, we can’t be a little too sure on what we might be seeing in there...
...the captain of the ship now has sent out several drones that take the form of human skulls with cybernetic enhancements grafted on to them as she can see what is inside of it, with her eyes now trained in on the job of working to retrieve the head of the bounty of the stolen knight...as she can now seeing the orks using the strange space as a staging ground with the little skull-shaped drones being sent out there, to look for what has been stolen...
Karmilla:...okay then...that knight is pretty big with its frame being recognizable, and those dumb, stupid orks wouldn’t even bother to land a dent in it...
...she controlled each one of those drones in line of the bounty to recover something that has been stolen by one of the most dangerous if not one of the most powerful alien races that has defiled the reaches of known and possibly in some cases unknown cases being a rather unhealthy nuisance for any one to have to deal with it whether it’s alien or human alike...
...as she spotted it in the center inside of a hangar of the somewhat mostly preserved space hulk that has been floating around somewhat in one peace, as one out of the many servitors has came out of the way to to see that the largest ork is in there hogging over and playing with the knight scion himself, and a closer look shows that the man didn’t go down quietly not with out much of a good fight...as karmilla now has found another one, it is another of the ork titans stomping around inside of the roads in the giant tube in space being new to them...
... as the stolen knight isn’t the only thing in there that they have to worry about , as they won’t be able to get the knight back, let alone the knight’s respective scion out of there clutches of the orks, as karmilla has to sigh to herself...
karmilla; ...so we might as well get out of this alive...with damaged goods no less, so far so good...
...she continued to sigh as to where, this isn’t the first time to get into a fight with the orks in general, where she has some of the more varied series of responses in the line of work when they have a chance...
karmilla: lyka lupus...right?...you’re up next...pry that...imperial knight!.. away from that green blob!!
...then she can hear a simple monotone voice being a simplistic message on the vox communication radio waves, that the captain has contacted to the little wolf...as the screens now showed some static-filled screens of the hangars that has been ready since she has decided to accept this job, as she just sat there to see on how long it will take for the mission to retrieve the imperial knight back to the rightful owners that has built it on...
lyka: oh...that...awwwooo~~!! roger that captain...i will bring back some orkoid bones earlier~!!
...the rather strange girl now has came around her way to stomp on her way to get her personal macghine; a warhound titan, under the mastiff patterns, made under the pretense of letting it’s so-called ‘machine-spirit’ to fight in their most natural state...
...as lyka seem to remember fondly, the first day of her being recruited on board her captain’s own ship...where she braced for impact where she has to claw her own war inside of the hulking giant tube floating outside of the known space that they were all familiar with, as she is yet you figure out on how to do that just for now...
lyka: um... i am a little stuck here...
karmilla: frak!...i knew it...so uhhh...
...she is seeing all over the surface to be a sort of opening in one of the glass windows of the space hulk for her to enter inside of, since air is now limited in space, thanks to the top-heavy forward-facing slouching design has made it unable to move any more, with it’s driver looking all over, whilst clawing upon it...
karmilla; wait...something’s opening up...
lyka: ...huh?...that is new...do space hulks doe this?
... there on the very surface of the space hulk or what seems to equate to one of those massive wrecks that she has came to learn of, when it domes to things that predates the stuff that they already came to know about, as the mystery continues...
karmilla; i guess we can meet our little mystery friend a little bit on hold for the time being....we still have a job to do here...so get in there!
lyka: roger that Kamilla...
...now seeing the large enough opening into the inside of the supposed space construct that is out there in an unknown portion of space near the galactic core, as the caninid girl form the almost feral planet somewhere deep into the known established parts of space...as the internal gravity of the spacehulk now has anchored the towering warhound titan to the ground...
lyka: oh~!...so this place has some-...ughhhh, what was the word again?
karmilla:...artificial gravity...and oh, please bet my name right! you dumb mutt!
lyka: o-oh...right...
karmilla: alright! these orks aren’t so keen on hiding things, so keep al eye out for the stolen knight...so if you really needed to...just go give them a good beating with that mastiff-patterned warhound titan of yours~!!
...the giant warhound titan has started moving, to where the naturally innate instinctual orientation towards violence now has motivated the girl with the words of her captain, where she now has landed upon the insides, seeing the insides, being somewhat oriental in nature...
lyka: wow~!...it’s so pretty in here... how did the orks didn’t tough it?
karmilla: ...i’m guessing that they’ve either caught up to us...or they’ve forgotten that they’re a part of a bigger fleet and ended up here... but by my estimation...they must be lost out here...heh...then that means you can go all on out without the risk of getting you killed out there...
lyka; music to my ears...der kaptanin~!!...
...she now revs up the massive hulking engines of the warhound of the mastiff pattern, as the titan has begun its attack upon the orks, and if experience serves the unnatural setting of the spacehulk that they’ve been unsure of its very existence after finding it out here in pursuit of the orks...
ork: huh wot!?...lookie ere’ boss!...we’ve got sum stompie thing coming!
ork: haha!...now let’s show them the welcoming party!...rig up dat umie’ stompa!...i wanna have some fun ere’!
...and right now the warhound titan is now tackling the nearest of the orkoid mechanical abominations that were made out of the leftover scrap metal parts of various things regardless of where or at least on up to how they have procured those parts to build these, but it is just no hard feat for this rather peculiar custom mastiff-patterned warhound titan, that is now under the rouge traders’ ownership and limited maintenance that kept it up and running, as she is now sinking her power claws deep in, with the flamers now has bored right on through to the randomly reinforced armored plating that has been just incompatible sheets of varying degrees of durability stacked together, as the highest outputs of napalm flames now put the orkoid machine to rest as the flames managed to overflow form the inside out like exhaust ports...
ork: oi! dat’s mah turf umie’!...git it!
...then the ork that is mostly in charge of the operations of stealing the imperial knight, as this crew of rouge traders has gone out of their way to accepting since they are the only ones who could retrieve the item- the rather oversized item that they need to bring back...
lyka: so this must be the stolen knight...so uhhmmm...am i supposed to fight it off right?
karmilla: go to town my little caninid friend!...
lyka: of course my kapitanin!...
...the engines of the giant machine that has been gifted form the powers that be after trading in a certain relic for something that can equate to the warhound titan’s certain equivalent value prior to procurement, as the ork who was driving the pile of slag that was built to retaliate, has raised the one arm that is in reality a repurposed mining vehicle turned into a mechanized blunt weapon of sorts that has already made an attempted strike with the improvised mining tool...
ork: wot!?...
...only for it to be caught in the claws that have been catching the crude weapon in where it stands, as what is left of the ork stomper now has finally exploded, with lyka having the warhound titan rip off the arm off in the process...as karmilla watches the battle in search for the stolen knight...
karmilla: i guess she wasn’t lying when she said that she really loved to play around with those power claws...so an S.T.C. well-spent here...
...the captain now has continued to watch through the drones, eventually catching up to see the stolen imperial knight that the orks have taken as a form of twisted prize out of the spoils of war...
ork: oi! you took out a otha’ stompa!...but dis’ll do da job just fine!...oi grot git to work!
...there it is the ork sitting there in the canopy that is where the rocket pod the schematics once told her and the captain to be on the lookout for, as she steels her senses for combat, and to hold back, as the combat walker has a chaincannon, a battlecannon, many crude weapons that has no place on any regular patterns of the standard issue of imperial knight, but given the framework, and construction that the orks have done to it...
karmilla: Great...they’ve started vandalizing the poor machine...i guess that’ll cut our pay out of the efficiency bonus... great, so much for vacationing on that pleasure world mother was bragging to me about...lyka! you better not damage that thing too much, i’ve heard that imperial knight’s a family heirloom, and oh, you better find out what happened to the pilot, i’ll send out servitors to help you out!...
lyka: roger that, kapitanin!
...the warhound titan’s princep started to run to close the distance to follow the command that she must hold back as a part of the work that she must do in order to reap the benefits that the commission from a noble who has asked for help to retrieve a lost and stolen family heirloom...
lyka; too slow!
...she has the power claw to curl up into a fist, punching the crudely “modified” knight that is now under the temporary ownership of the orks, as the warhound titan with a pair of giant claws to fight to retrieve it...
lyka: and now hear the hunting season of me and my pack!...
...the warhound tanked a couple of hits upon the void shields with the first layer taking the explosive blasts head-on...
ork: wot!?...you got to be frakking kidding me!!...eat moar dakka umie’!!
...the ork now has then proceeded to become more and more aggressive as the warhound titan managed to swipe away at the battle cannon off of the main body...
lyka; so ummm...is it ok for me to...you know...disarm it?...
karmilla: well i think that literally disarming it, and not wrecking the cockpit that that much won’t make such a difference so thrash it up if you will...
lyka: thank you...kapitanin...
...the warhound has tanked another pointblank round of artillery form the stolen knight’s remaining arm that being it’s sole battle cannon that the ork has now resorted to using it as a makeshift club of sorts for a little while to make the fight last a little bit longer, only for lyka to finally put the ork’s stolen weaponized combat machine to finally be recovered, and to be given back to it’s rightful owner...as the imperial knight is finally disarmed in a literal sense, and is now dealt with...
Ork: oi umie’!...tis is not da last stompa ere’!!!!
...the ground has begun to shake inside of the supposed space hulk that the orks have been using as a platform to use as a space station of sorts until their next mad break on some unsuspecting imperial planet...
karmilla: This isn’t good...they’re sending out a gargant form the looks of things...
...so far it is one of their worst fears of what the orks might pull off might come to life if they weren’t careful in fighting off the stolen knight and stalling for way too long in the space hulk that is oddly-decorated with all kinds of exotic plants and structures...where a gargant built out of the destroyed shuttles that karmilla and the rest of the crew has already found in the hangar bay...
...as Karmilla knew that she could not get the job done at this rate, as she barked at Lyka to sever off the legs and just get the sections that had the cockpit covered up...
Karmilla: A warhound titan can’t fight whatever that thing is supposed to be here...just go and get the knight out of there already!
... Lyka simply hummed in acknowledgement, to where she is now towing the upper sections of the knight’s remains back to the ship as the clawed arm, now crackling with a disgusting hue of green lights, has grappled onto the warhound with its immense size getting to her as the orks have finally got around to retaliating against the intruders...
ork: dat’s mah stompa ya git!...
...the ork now has caught the right arm of the warhound, forcing Lyka to drop the knight’s remains, as she is now struggling against the orks with their tractor array made ironically from even more scraps, as she is still being held in place, unable to move any further away...
Lyka: I can’t move!
Karmilla; ... get out of there... I’ll cover for your escape!
lyka; what about lykaonikka!?...I can’t leave her...
Karmilla:...I know...but we’ll come back for him...
Lyka: No!...it’s not-
...she continued to struggle against the tractor beam built by the orks to where her warhound titan’s own arm is being threatened by the immense strain and pressure of being ripped apart by being pulled over in one single point in the body, as she is currently trying her hardest to fight the electromagnetic pull of the weaponized orkoid contraption...but a flash of light has came in the form that the certain but sudden, freeding her at the last minute...
???; hey... help me get this green thing out of this colony...so I can help you out here!
...as a girl’s voice soon filled up the loudspeakers, as the stranger has now appeared and made themselves known with the form that they have chosen to fight inside of what craft that is being piloted...
...where it towers way even above the eighteen-meters tall warhound titan, by being a whopping forty-meters taller than what lyka is piloting, with the arm of the orks’ gargant arm now is being blown apart by a smoking head-mounted cannon that has quickly cooled down to be ready to be fired again...
???: so?... they’re the reason i’ve woken up...hey, that one strange-looking mobile suit here...
...lyka doesn’t even know what in the world a mobile suit is, but she does instinctually know that hse was referring to her titan, as she is now in absolute awe, to even see that such a towering machine that is way taller than what she is being safely kept from being torn apart from the titanic battle that is then taking place in front of her own very eyes...
lyka: kapitanin...are you seeing what i am seeing right now?...it’s...it’s so fast!
...she now seeing the ork gargant that is just short enough to be able to mmove around, albeit slowly, as the alien-looking machine is now firing rockets that hit their marked target...where the drones now have floated around and about to see that show of immense firepower, and nimble movements of locomotion in the visible hydraulics, that has proven to be able to make the titan-sized machine to be quite quick on their feet, with a thruster situated on the back evading the rockets...
karmilla; imperium be damned...that thing’s clearly a xenos’ alien titans, they really make them better where they’re from...
...where she is now finding herself in the safety of the ship’s bridge full to the brim with screens showing the live feed of the visuals form what the vids-viewers aren’t lying by the existence of a ninble titan, and empty husks and all of the trophies that decorated the room with empty shells resembling skulls of dead aliens and other creatures on several hunting trips, she scoffed she has seen a Grim horde of orks of the insectoid variety, and in the center is a pitch-black pearl, an orb with a crack, she looked at the battle as the unidentified giant is now standing there with the sides of it’s domed head firing out a volley of artillery, whilst taking cover behind of the imitations of tall sturdy buildings of oriental origins, and recreated landscapes on the horizons...
karmilla/lykia:...!?
...the orks that having manning the now distracted itself with the gravity of this very installation in space, where the third panel that has already opened up and revealed its cannon once again, after the gargant now has stopped to reload all of it’s weapons...as the orks now came to realize what has occurred to them when they just realized their last resort:
orks: waaaaaagghhhh!!!!
...as they are now about to fire their weapon of last resort, that being a larger than life mortar cannon placed in the dead center as it is being ready to fire...
ork: fire da big shoota!...
...and it happened, the orks now haven’t thought of the sheer possibility that this unknown giant of machinery and steel, with an alien shape to it’s general body plan, where the orks have already fired off the giant pill-shaped warhead fired to take out the oddly-shaped giant of steel...
???;... good-...thank goodness, space people and aliens are just as messed up form what i have seen here...so good bye my ugly green friend, and i feel so sorry for you...
...her voice rang through the loudspeakers to be heard by everyone where a stronger output version of the same blast of light, as she has caught the sides of the warhead, impressing the two who have come originally to retrieve the stolen knight, as the thing if enormous proportions braced a few feet scratching the ground, dropping the warhead that has failed to detonate, onlt for the unknown individual to prepare the weapon to proceed on firing the massive cannonof light...
karmilla; ...emperor’s throne on holy terra...what the warp am i even seeing here... lyka!
lyka: hm?...yeah i heard you...
karmilla: when it’s done...i need you to follow it, just in case it has a titan princeps- or was it a knight scion-...kyah! oh you never mind what i said, just go already!
...the little wolf nodded, as she followed what she was told to do by her captain, as she looked up at the giant that looks almost a little too alien, even by their standards, as she is being ordered to follow it form a safe distance just in case...
lyka: eh!?
...but instead, it chose to stay a little bit longer...giving out a pair of it’s fingers with the rest curled up almost like a fist and splitting the middle and index fingers apart, she doesn’t know of that gesture, but her instincts tells her that it is a sign of thanks by this one stranger who has been residing in this almost derelict construct floating off in the void of space...
karmilla; so it comes in peace?... alright...
...she prepared to do the same with one of the servitors, with an available loudspeakers built onto one of them with the volume cranked up to the highest for the being or entity of this location to hear her voice out loud...
karmilla: this is karmilla vidarmr, of the rouge traders’ fleet, exploratory-hunting fleet...i want to meet you up in person... so no funny business out there...
???: so who is that?...
lyka: that’s my kapitanin...she’s coming to fetch me- i mean us...
???: so what about you-...oh wait! we didn’t introduce ourselves, we’d be really rude if we didn’t know ourselves...you know in a ‘friendly exchange’...well you can simply call it a conversation here...while there isn’t anyone looking at us...
lyka; then how can you be trusted?...my kapitanin didn’t talk to you...
???: but trust me...the blattle has created so many holes in the colony...
...the girl looked inside of her titan to see that the damages that came at the price of ending the battle with the orks, as she is now telling her that just to be safe, since the stray shots damaging the space installation form the inside out, as she knew that staying out here is a huge risk...as the warhound titan is now standing at the mercy of the alien machine...
lyka: hmph... just where should we meet?
???: there is a bunker nearby... and we can meet your captain there?
...that feels a little bit too tempting to be offered safety, but if what she is saying to be true, as she snarled to herself as she is forced to agree with her, but meeting the one behind the wheel is a bit useful to her captain in any way as the giant is now guiding her to somewhere safe...
lyka: ...so...um...were you the one who let me in here?
???: oh why of course i did... i was stranded, and you coming here gave me the opening to fight back...
...the giant’s scion, princeps, whatever the terminology is, the two engines of war both descended downwards into a hangar bay, where it is safe form the lack of oxygen over there in the main sections...as both of them parked in between the scaffolding made out of the finest bamboo, as the cockpits opened up so they can finally meet in person... as she sat down there underneath a pink tree that lyka lupus the caninid abhuman cannot identify with her current understanding, as she looked at the other one as she looked back at her, a girl with a pair of canine ears on her head, with stoic monotone look on her eyes, just quietly looking at her...
inaritsune;... as promised, i am inaritsune kyumae...i am the pilot of this JMA-0530 WADOM... but please call me inaritsune...
lyka: wadom?...
inaritsune: it means;...“walking dome” in the dark history...
...the caninid girl as she is now revealed herself to be one, stood there with a knife in hand , as she pounced on an instant hoping to grab onto her, as petals fall off the strange pink trees, brushing them off of her grey hair...
...as she was about to leap at her, with her pulling out a small gun, and what in her eyes is an oddly shaped plate, where she landed her thumb at the hilt, revealing a thin, and slender circular plate-like thing as it is revealed to be a kind of chakram of sorts, floating to her only able to swing halfway to block the knife, and then unsheathing it, to use the same item...
...as the little wolf has now been taken out by the fox, leaving her a little dog of war, leaving her so, seeing her ears and tail just like Her’s, distracting her for a while ...
inaritsune: so sorry...it was self-defense...but why’d you have to do that?... was I not that hospitable to you?
Lyka: Kapitanin ordered it...
inaritsune: Alright... I’ll have a little chat with her...and see what the fuss is all about...so, what’s that thing over there, it looks like a badly built mobile suit...
Lyka: That word again... are you talking about my warhound titan?... i worked hard to get it!!
inaritsune: that’s so amazing...this is just a simple wadom...and I’m just a Foxian here...
Lyka: A foxian?...so you’re a caninid like me?
inaritsune: and that is a little too far-fetched, but no, I am a different kind...
...she is obviously trying to hide a little secret, but she knows what she is talking about, for the time being, that is, as she served her some tea...
inaritsune: A foxian is a race of yo-kai who have lived in symbiosis with humans...but that all aside, tell me what that warhound is exactly?
Meanwhile:
The captain that has sent the curious lyka lupus, to originally retrieve a stolen imperial knight or what is left of it, only to see her socializing with an unknown girl with a long fluffy tail with ears, with both machines, the one that has defeated the ork gargant, standing beside lyka’s warhound being repaired and tended to by drones being ‘manned’ by cute spherical robots...
Karmilla: by the emperor...so you’re the pilot!... Miss Abhuman!!
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