Post by Del on Apr 26, 2010 11:48:22 GMT -8
Where is this place? I know; and yet I do not. It is dark. Very dark. Still, I see it all.
Why was I put here? This is not where I belong. I belong with existence; I belong with everything else, for I am everything else. And yet I am nothing. I am everything and I am nothing. I live, yet I am not alive; I die, yet I am not dead.
I feel it all: all of their pain, all of their sorrow, all of their joy and happiness. It passes through me like a river, flowing into every fiber of my being, for they are every fiber in my being.
Why have I been cut off from them, my everything, my nothing? This is not how it is supposed to be. What is this wall that binds me? I have never been bound by the physical, not for a very long time. Why now? Have I done something wrong? All I have ever done, ever wanted, was to bring them happiness.
Am I being punished?
I love them. I love them all, and yet how can I help the ones I love when I am trapped in this place? It hurts, my heart, to know they are wondering where I am. Please. Please, do not worry; I love you, and I always will.
Forever.
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“Today is the day you’ve all been waiting for! After weeks of testing and testing, we finally have the results for our newest Big Five team! Before we begin, we ask that the press hold off on their questions as we will be having a live press conference after the announcements have taken place. We have a truly interesting and dynamic group of soldiers this time around, and we are confident to say they could be our most skilled group yet! The future looks bright!”
The announcer continued, and the crowd screamed and cheered in anticipation. The stage, located in the massive A.D.A.M. auditorium on their base, Eden, looked spectacular today. It had been swept, cleaned, repainted, and cleaned again: every inch looked shiny and new. Thousands of people filled the seats, and an array of news stations had taken over the sidelines; the house was packed well beyond its capacity. The stage itself had a regal and finely crafted podium bearing the A.D.A.M. crest on stage left, and further stage right was a long table draped with a flawlessly white table cloth. Ten chairs were seated there, and each seat was accompanied by a microphone. The black curtains which framed the stage hid the newly accepted Big Five members from the view of the audience.
“Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for is here! Please welcome your first Big Five team! Number Five, Alendrania! Pilot, Insolitus Rivers, Maintainer, Alnair Birza! As you all know, Alendrania boasts the fastest speed out of the Big Five! With the capability zip around the battle field at warp speeds, it is truly a force to be reckoned with!”
“Onto our next team! Number Four, Suphin. Pilot, Valerie Ashell, Maintainer, Cahlour Whispers! Suphin is the Big Five’s long range specialist! This mech focuses on taking the enemy out by sniping them with hard hitting blows from a distance!”
“Number Three, Desdemere! Pilot, Nasch’kaja na Avó, Maintainer, Amelia Lo’lahné Klein! Desdemere is the Big Five’s strongest offensive weapon! It uses an array of close-range weaponry to weaken the enemy, and it is the only mech that has the ability to fight unarmed!”
“Number Two, Chebril! Pilot, May Young, Maintainer, Taran Sky! Chebril is the team’s defensive sentinel and one of the Big Five’s most valuable assets! This mech sets up energy shields in order to protect its allies as well as cast energy nets to capture and trap enemies; it also has an extensive library of information on all known types of Phantoms with their individual characteristics and weaknesses. Chebril’s defense is the highest out of all five mechs, though it has minimal offensive abilities.”
“And Finally, last but not least, number one, Galatea! Pilot, Jud Laurent, Maintainer, Luca Farron! Galatea is the pinnacle of A.D.A.M.’s scientific creations! While it is balanced between all attributes across the Big Five, it has the ability to deliver the Death Blow: a concentrated, high energy blast used to annihilate the enemy after it has been weakened. The team controlling this robot are the captains of the Big Five and together call out tactical plans, formations, and evasions to the other four teams!”
“Please give another round of applause for our Big Five team!” yelled the announcer. The crowd responded with a thunderous bout of cheering and applauding that lasted well past the five minute mark. The candidates, with the exception of a few, could not help but smile back at the adoring masses. Once the crowd has settled down, the announcer spoke again. “Before we begin our press conference, A.D.A.M.’s General in Chief, Renata Jaeger, would like to speak a few words.”
Coming up from behind, Renata Jaeger approached the podium, the heels of her boots clicking loudly in the silent auditorium. Essentially, she was the leader of A.D.A.M., and in some respects, the universe as a whole. She was a harsh and calculating looking woman who constantly wore a devilish smile on her face. Her military uniform was special and specifically tailored to compliment her body, which deviated from the military norm; she was almost as fashionable as she was influential. Her dark blonde hair was pulled into a long braid that fell down to the small of her back, and she wore a small pair of glasses on the tip of her sharp, straight nose. Upon reaching the podium, Renata Jaeger delivered her signature smile. She began to speak:
“Friends! Family! Fellow Soldiers… I thank you today for coming to celebrate with us on this most glorious day. I am filled with joy at the site of our newest team, and I know they will do wondrous things in the days to come. With our joy, however, must come caution: Phantom still plagues our universe. While we have been able to combat this menace since its appearance ten years ago, it remains an ever growing threat. While we grow stronger everyday, so do they. We, the people of the universe, must remain strong and united in order to crush---” she declared as she slammed a fist down upon the podium, “--- the enemy… That is why A.D.A.M. requires your continued support; we may be the protectors, but you, the people, are our pillars. Without you, we would be nothing!”
The crowd responded with wild and thunderous applause once again. Renata had captured them; this audience was hers. She smiled once more.
“I, Renata Jaeger, General in Chief of A.D.A.M. will continue to defend you until the day I die! Please do the same for us by whole-heartedly supporting A.D.A.M. as we transition into this new era. I give you, The Big Five!”
And then she stepped aside, sweeping her arm back to reveal the candidates sitting at the table to her right; the noise was almost deafening. As she walked off the stage, the announcer spoke one last time:
“Let the press conference begin!”
“I have a question for Miss Klein!” shouted a reporter near the front of the stage. The announcer glanced to Amelia Klein, an impressive looking woman with auburn colored hair and brown eyes, and she nodded in reply. The reporter continued: "Miss Klein, You’re well known for your work as a Minoan ambassador; how will joining the Big Five affect your diplomatic endeavors?" Miss Klein replied with a congenial nod, quickly running her fingers through her hair out of habit, before answering.
“I fully intend on remaining active in my diplomatic duties; however, since my Minoan visa expired, I have no choice but to focus my attention on something else for a while. As you know, it can take up to two full years for visas to be granted, so I have to do something worthwhile with my time. When I heard the Big Five was re-opening, I knew I had to take the opportunity; I am overjoyed to have made the team. However, once my time as a member is over, I plan on returning to my original goals.” The audience clapped in response to her answer, and she smiled as the cameras began flashing.
“Next question!” said the announcer.
“Nasch’ka! Nasch’ka!” called a man, “Over here!”
Nasch’ka leaned forward in his seat when he heard his name called. Scouring the crowd, he located the reporter who bounced up and down to get his attention. The Minoan acknowledged him with a small wave.
“While not well known, your physical stats from your Academy days are nothing to laugh at.” Nasch’ka glanced up momentarily, his brain hastily translating the words. The reporter continued. “Were you surprised you were assigned to Desdemere, the most offensive robot of the Big Five?”
His face scrunching in slight confusion, Nasch’ka sat back in his chair slightly, considering the question. He bent in closer to the microphone after just a few seconds. He chuckled sparingly.
“Truly, I was in surprise to be chosen at all.”
That was obviously not the response the reporter had been expecting, and thus he probed deeper. “Yes, but… it says here you had a nickname back in the Academy.”
The flesh on the Minoan’s brow furrowed. “Nick… name?” A name that was “nick”? What did that mean?
“Yes. The Black-Eyed Beast.”
Nasch’ka scratched his head, voice spiking up a few decibels to accentuate his perplexity. “Beast with… black eyes?” He thought about it for a moment before, in an epiphany, pointing to his own eyes unknowingly. “This is me?”
“Yes,” repeated the reporter, a bit more agitated.
“Oh…” The Minoan actually seemed a bit bothered. “I am more in liking with Nasch’ka. Please, call me that.”
Throwing his arms into the air, the reporter gave up, and soon another member of the media was calling out for another Big Five member.
“Mr. Laurent!” came the voice of an anchorwoman from slightly farther back.
“Yes, Ma’am?” said the silky baritone of the newly appointed pilot as he scratched his chin and smiled at the woman through narrowed eyes. For a moment, she seemed taken aback.
“Uh… Mr. Laurent! You've always been a prime candidate for the Big Five. How does it feel to finally be selected and be piloting Galatea?"
"It feels great to finally be where I belong," started Jud confidently. "Even if it took a bit of waiting to get here." Jud grinned. "And as for Galatea...I always knew I'd pilot her one day; ever since I first laid eyes on her. Good things come to those who wait, apparently." At the end of his short response, a chorus of fan girls screamed with delight.
“Yes,” said the anchorwoman laughingly, “I suppose they do. Now, I also have a question for your partner, Luca Farron. Luca, how does it feel to be the youngest member of the Big Five in history and be maintaining for Galatea?"
“How do I feel?” Luca asked himself, “I feel amazing. This is something I’ve been training for my entire life, so I’m excited to see the results of all my hard work. Being the youngest member is certainly something I’m proud of, but the opportunity to maintain Galatea makes me even prouder. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would make it this far!”
“And how do you feel about working alongside someone as revered as Jud Laurent?”
“I’m very excited,” said Luca with a smile, “I feel honored and a little intimidated to be working with someone so legendary! I hope we get along.”
“Oh, trust me, the pleasure’s all mine,” Jud suddenly said into his microphone, giving the boy a quick wink; a murmur of excitement spread through the crowd, especially the fan girls. Luca opened his mouth, looking a bit puzzled, but the announcer ultimately cut him off.
“Er, next question!”
“Miss Ashell! You've always been a star pilot as far as A.D.A.M.'s concerned,” began a man quickly, taking advantage of the awkward pause, “You and your unit are fairly well known; how do you feel about leaving them for the Big Five?"
Valerie groaned slightly at the question. "....Thanks for giving credit to my guys back at Squad 125, and no, I don't want to leave my current position. Also, I feel like shit and have no plans to join The Big Five."
“Um… oh… okay…” said the reporter who had asked the question; it was clear that he, and really the audience as a whole, had not been expecting that answer. It was a few good moments before another reporter seized the floor.
“Miss Cahlour! I have a question for you!” shouted a reporter from far away; the statuesque Quellian responded with a nod of approval.
"Thank you. So, Miss Cahlour, you're fairly well known from your time in the academy for your maintaining skills as well as your stealth and tracking skills. However, you also have a strong anti-violence background. How will this affect your role in the Big Five?"
"I joined the A.D.A.M. to try to help the world, not hurt it.” Cahlour began, setting her large, elegant hands in her lap, “While being part of the Big Five does include violence, it includes it to help govern the universe - not pull it apart." The crowd responded favorably to this answer, and Cahlour smiled back at them gracefully as she brushed a strand of platinum blonde hair from her face.
“Insolitus,” yelled a Quellian reporter as soon as Cahlour had finished, “as the first person of Quellian heritage to become a pilot, let alone a pilot in the Big Five, how does it feel to have made such a historical impression in A.D.A.M.'s history?"
Sol laughed amiably in response.
"It's quite a lot to take in to be honest. I hadn't exactly set out to make history when I joined the Academy, I just wanted to follow in the footsteps of my father. However, I did make history, so I'll be sure to make it one for the record books."
“We hope so too!” the Quellian reporter said excitedly.
“Alnair,” said a woman at the edge of the stage, "What is the biggest thing you are looking forward to now that you are a part of the Big Five?"
Alnair appeared puzzled by the question. "I don't know," he spoke in a light, inquisitive voice. "No one's told me what a 'Big Five' is. Is it like a big high five or something? I hope it's not too big. I don't like big things. I like small things, like kitties! I used to have a kitty, but it was taken away because you're not supposed to have pets on Mother because I guess she's allergic or something. Do you like kitties?"
“Um… what?”
Alnair giggled.
“Uh… Let’s keep going!” interjected the announcer once again, “You there, sir! Who do you have a question for?”
“Oh, uh, me? Oh, yes, yes! I have a question for Mr. Taran!”
“Please, go right ahead!” said the announcer.
“Oh, alright… Taran,” the man said as he turned to face the young Quellian, “You’re relatively unheard of, but you’re track record from the academy is impressive. How does it feel to make it to the Big Five so soon after graduation?”
"Initially, I was shocked,” began Taran, “There are so many people who have been trying for this spot for years longer than I have and have much more experience. I didn't expect to make it this far, and yet here I am. It's incredible."
“Very nice response, Taran,” the announcer said, relieved to hear a normal answer, “Now, I believe we have time for one more question; it seems the only team member we’ve yet to cover is Miss May Young.”
At the sound of her name, May sucked in a sharp, audible gasp, which was made even louder due to her microphone; no one spoke until the echo died down.
“Miss Young, before this moment, no one knew your name. What does it feel like to be suddenly labeled a celebrity?"
“C-celebrity!?” asked May, her face turning a violent shade of red; as soon as the word has been spoken, a dizzied look overtook the girl and she began to sway dangerously in her chair.
“Um, are you alright?” asked the reporter.
May, unfortunately, was never able to respond to this question; she fainted, falling out of her chair and onto the stage. Several members at the table jumped up to make sure she was alright, and the audience gasped in shock. The press, of course, responded with a flurry of flashing lights.
“Oh, shit!” said the announcer into his microphone, “Uh, well folks, I think that’s all the time we have for today! Please enjoy your stay here on base, and we hope to see you at the reception party tonight!”
Why was I put here? This is not where I belong. I belong with existence; I belong with everything else, for I am everything else. And yet I am nothing. I am everything and I am nothing. I live, yet I am not alive; I die, yet I am not dead.
I feel it all: all of their pain, all of their sorrow, all of their joy and happiness. It passes through me like a river, flowing into every fiber of my being, for they are every fiber in my being.
Why have I been cut off from them, my everything, my nothing? This is not how it is supposed to be. What is this wall that binds me? I have never been bound by the physical, not for a very long time. Why now? Have I done something wrong? All I have ever done, ever wanted, was to bring them happiness.
Am I being punished?
I love them. I love them all, and yet how can I help the ones I love when I am trapped in this place? It hurts, my heart, to know they are wondering where I am. Please. Please, do not worry; I love you, and I always will.
Forever.
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“Today is the day you’ve all been waiting for! After weeks of testing and testing, we finally have the results for our newest Big Five team! Before we begin, we ask that the press hold off on their questions as we will be having a live press conference after the announcements have taken place. We have a truly interesting and dynamic group of soldiers this time around, and we are confident to say they could be our most skilled group yet! The future looks bright!”
The announcer continued, and the crowd screamed and cheered in anticipation. The stage, located in the massive A.D.A.M. auditorium on their base, Eden, looked spectacular today. It had been swept, cleaned, repainted, and cleaned again: every inch looked shiny and new. Thousands of people filled the seats, and an array of news stations had taken over the sidelines; the house was packed well beyond its capacity. The stage itself had a regal and finely crafted podium bearing the A.D.A.M. crest on stage left, and further stage right was a long table draped with a flawlessly white table cloth. Ten chairs were seated there, and each seat was accompanied by a microphone. The black curtains which framed the stage hid the newly accepted Big Five members from the view of the audience.
“Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for is here! Please welcome your first Big Five team! Number Five, Alendrania! Pilot, Insolitus Rivers, Maintainer, Alnair Birza! As you all know, Alendrania boasts the fastest speed out of the Big Five! With the capability zip around the battle field at warp speeds, it is truly a force to be reckoned with!”
Sol was quite surprised to hear his name called as being part of The Big Five. He slowly walked up onto the stage with a rather blank look on his face. Cameras flashed all over and the sounds of people talking were drowned out as he thought to himself. "Guess I'd better get used to all this attention. Let the games begin..."
When the names of his robot and partner were called, Alnair hardly payed attention. It was not until his own name was called that he stood up promptly and marched out. "Sir, I'm here sir!"
The announcer looked at him, curious as to his action. "Um...you can sit in your chair now, soldier."
"Sir, yes sir!" Alnair saluted, and marched with precision towards his chair and table. The crowd cheered as he moved forward: "Congratulations!" "Way to go!" "You're the man!" Alnair felt an immense wave of pride come over him. He knew was good at marching, but he didn't know he was that good!
“Onto our next team! Number Four, Suphin. Pilot, Valerie Ashell, Maintainer, Cahlour Whispers! Suphin is the Big Five’s long range specialist! This mech focuses on taking the enemy out by sniping them with hard hitting blows from a distance!”
Valerie was led through the doors behind the others, and out onto the stage. The lights practically blinded her, and the collar of her uniform itched. But these things were no big deal to Valerie. She was more concerned with the fact that with each step she took, her heart sunk a little lower. There was no chance she'd ever see Squad 125 again at this rate, and she hated this sort of attention. Valerie knew she didn't want this, and as the sinking feeling became worse, her own embarrassment and... was it anger she felt? Yes, even a small spark of anger grew, too.
Cahlour had been in shock since discovering the news, but hearing her name being called at the ceremony brought out a feeling in her she couldn't quite place, something with a haunting tug in it. She touched the bracelet that barely peaked out from her military sleeve as she stood on stage, breathing deeply as she stepped up to the stage; it was one of many - this one being bright, shimmering green. She smiled deeply at her partner, and out at the crowd, waving to them and beaming at the reporters. The bright lights overtook her, and for a flash of a second, she could almost picture her parent’s faces, beaming back at her. A single tear spilled down her cheek as she sat back down, recognizing the feeling that loomed in her, a feeling she hadn't felt for years. It was pride.
“Number Three, Desdemere! Pilot, Nasch’kaja na Avó, Maintainer, Amelia Lo’lahné Klein! Desdemere is the Big Five’s strongest offensive weapon! It uses an array of close-range weaponry to weaken the enemy, and it is the only mech that has the ability to fight unarmed!”
Nasch'ka couldn’t help smiling childishly to himself. Tucking his chin in attempts to swallow his excitement, the Minoan – clad in neatly pressed military attire – followed a swish of auburn hair onto the stage. Flashbulbs ignited at such a rate that there was a single, blinding brightness, and cheers and shouts thickened the air. Nasch’kaja turned his head to the audience, sporting a dashing smile and a wave, before using his hand to shield his eyes from the light. Regardless of the elation that followed him to his seat at the long table, he couldn’t help feeling an accompanying feeling of utter confusion. He recalled the first thing he said when he heard the news of his promotion: why? There had been no time to ask, and Nasch’ka didn’t think he would ask even if he had the chance. He was there now, and that was all that mattered. That, and it was getting increasingly difficult to think amidst the commotion before him.
Amelia was radiant. She walked on stage from behind the curtain with pride, her partner trailing behind her. When she had originally found out she had made it into the Big Five she was ecstatic; she became more so once she discovered her partner was Minoan. She couldn’t wait to converse with him. The instant she appeared, a blinding wave of light assaulted her as photographer after photographer snapped pictures. She looked back at her partner for moment to gauge his reaction; he was grinning widely and waving at the audience. She decided to do the same. She would remember this moment for the rest of her life; she would remember how happy, how proud she was, but, most of all, she would remember how blissfully unaware she had truly been.
“Number Two, Chebril! Pilot, May Young, Maintainer, Taran Sky! Chebril is the team’s defensive sentinel and one of the Big Five’s most valuable assets! This mech sets up energy shields in order to protect its allies as well as cast energy nets to capture and trap enemies; it also has an extensive library of information on all known types of Phantoms with their individual characteristics and weaknesses. Chebril’s defense is the highest out of all five mechs, though it has minimal offensive abilities.”
Taran still found it difficult to believe that he was part of The Big Five. It was an honor he tried so hard for, yet didn't expect to get. When they called out his name along with that of his robot and partner, he started wondering about who his partner was. Not a name he recognized, and he didn't know anything about the robot he was assigned either. So many thoughts went through his mind that he almost forgot to smile and wave at the cameras as he walked out from backstage and took a seat.
What? What!? What I am doing here!? May thought as she heard her named being called. W-what is going!? Why am I on this stage! How could this have happened to me? I’m… I’m nobody! May Young could not, would not, go out on stage. Her legs had turned to stone, and her body began to shake violently at the mere prospect of stepping into the public eye. Her partner, however, did not wait for her; he, a Quellian, had walked out as soon as his name had been called. He probably didn’t even realize that she wasn’t behind him. After a good fifteen seconds of not budging, the crowd began to die down out of confusion.
“What are you doing?” came a voice from behind, “Get out there!”
“I am not going out there,” said May Young.
But she did.
The person behind her pushed violently against her back, causing May to stumble on stage. For a moment, everyone in the massive auditorium simply stared at her out of confusion. Her mind went blank.
“Er,” said the announcer, “… May Young!”
And the crowd went wild. In the flurry of light and sound, May somehow made it across stage to her seat, though she wasn’t entirely sure how.
“And Finally, last but not least, number one, Galatea! Pilot, Jud Laurent, Maintainer, Luca Farron! Galatea is the pinnacle of A.D.A.M.’s scientific creations! While it is balanced between all attributes across the Big Five, it has the ability to deliver the Death Blow: a concentrated, high energy blast used to annihilate the enemy after it has been weakened. The team controlling this robot are the captains of the Big Five and together call out tactical plans, formations, and evasions to the other four teams!”
Finally, Jud exhaled to himself as he adjusted his collar and walked out into the blinding lights of the press; eyes unblinking. He had been waiting far too long for this day, and his vainglorious grin did nothing to hide it. After years of waiting, his chance in the Big Five was here. This moment was his, and from now on, things would be going his way. His triumphant demeanor bordered on the line of arrogant and dignified; he was dripping with pride. At last. He would be able to move on with his life...and make his father proud.
Luca felt something resonated deep within him as he walked on stage. It was powerful; he wasn’t used to powerful. Eleven years of experiments, IQ tests, and mental endurance examinations; they were finally over. He would never again have to face the terrors of his childhood. He was free. This feeling was happiness, boundless and pure. How would the coming months, even years, of his life be changed by this opportunity? He couldn’t even fathom. His life would be totally different now; it would be his. As Luca waved to the crowd, something inside of him released, if only for a moment.
“Please give another round of applause for our Big Five team!” yelled the announcer. The crowd responded with a thunderous bout of cheering and applauding that lasted well past the five minute mark. The candidates, with the exception of a few, could not help but smile back at the adoring masses. Once the crowd has settled down, the announcer spoke again. “Before we begin our press conference, A.D.A.M.’s General in Chief, Renata Jaeger, would like to speak a few words.”
Coming up from behind, Renata Jaeger approached the podium, the heels of her boots clicking loudly in the silent auditorium. Essentially, she was the leader of A.D.A.M., and in some respects, the universe as a whole. She was a harsh and calculating looking woman who constantly wore a devilish smile on her face. Her military uniform was special and specifically tailored to compliment her body, which deviated from the military norm; she was almost as fashionable as she was influential. Her dark blonde hair was pulled into a long braid that fell down to the small of her back, and she wore a small pair of glasses on the tip of her sharp, straight nose. Upon reaching the podium, Renata Jaeger delivered her signature smile. She began to speak:
“Friends! Family! Fellow Soldiers… I thank you today for coming to celebrate with us on this most glorious day. I am filled with joy at the site of our newest team, and I know they will do wondrous things in the days to come. With our joy, however, must come caution: Phantom still plagues our universe. While we have been able to combat this menace since its appearance ten years ago, it remains an ever growing threat. While we grow stronger everyday, so do they. We, the people of the universe, must remain strong and united in order to crush---” she declared as she slammed a fist down upon the podium, “--- the enemy… That is why A.D.A.M. requires your continued support; we may be the protectors, but you, the people, are our pillars. Without you, we would be nothing!”
The crowd responded with wild and thunderous applause once again. Renata had captured them; this audience was hers. She smiled once more.
“I, Renata Jaeger, General in Chief of A.D.A.M. will continue to defend you until the day I die! Please do the same for us by whole-heartedly supporting A.D.A.M. as we transition into this new era. I give you, The Big Five!”
And then she stepped aside, sweeping her arm back to reveal the candidates sitting at the table to her right; the noise was almost deafening. As she walked off the stage, the announcer spoke one last time:
“Let the press conference begin!”
“I have a question for Miss Klein!” shouted a reporter near the front of the stage. The announcer glanced to Amelia Klein, an impressive looking woman with auburn colored hair and brown eyes, and she nodded in reply. The reporter continued: "Miss Klein, You’re well known for your work as a Minoan ambassador; how will joining the Big Five affect your diplomatic endeavors?" Miss Klein replied with a congenial nod, quickly running her fingers through her hair out of habit, before answering.
“I fully intend on remaining active in my diplomatic duties; however, since my Minoan visa expired, I have no choice but to focus my attention on something else for a while. As you know, it can take up to two full years for visas to be granted, so I have to do something worthwhile with my time. When I heard the Big Five was re-opening, I knew I had to take the opportunity; I am overjoyed to have made the team. However, once my time as a member is over, I plan on returning to my original goals.” The audience clapped in response to her answer, and she smiled as the cameras began flashing.
“Next question!” said the announcer.
“Nasch’ka! Nasch’ka!” called a man, “Over here!”
Nasch’ka leaned forward in his seat when he heard his name called. Scouring the crowd, he located the reporter who bounced up and down to get his attention. The Minoan acknowledged him with a small wave.
“While not well known, your physical stats from your Academy days are nothing to laugh at.” Nasch’ka glanced up momentarily, his brain hastily translating the words. The reporter continued. “Were you surprised you were assigned to Desdemere, the most offensive robot of the Big Five?”
His face scrunching in slight confusion, Nasch’ka sat back in his chair slightly, considering the question. He bent in closer to the microphone after just a few seconds. He chuckled sparingly.
“Truly, I was in surprise to be chosen at all.”
That was obviously not the response the reporter had been expecting, and thus he probed deeper. “Yes, but… it says here you had a nickname back in the Academy.”
The flesh on the Minoan’s brow furrowed. “Nick… name?” A name that was “nick”? What did that mean?
“Yes. The Black-Eyed Beast.”
Nasch’ka scratched his head, voice spiking up a few decibels to accentuate his perplexity. “Beast with… black eyes?” He thought about it for a moment before, in an epiphany, pointing to his own eyes unknowingly. “This is me?”
“Yes,” repeated the reporter, a bit more agitated.
“Oh…” The Minoan actually seemed a bit bothered. “I am more in liking with Nasch’ka. Please, call me that.”
Throwing his arms into the air, the reporter gave up, and soon another member of the media was calling out for another Big Five member.
“Mr. Laurent!” came the voice of an anchorwoman from slightly farther back.
“Yes, Ma’am?” said the silky baritone of the newly appointed pilot as he scratched his chin and smiled at the woman through narrowed eyes. For a moment, she seemed taken aback.
“Uh… Mr. Laurent! You've always been a prime candidate for the Big Five. How does it feel to finally be selected and be piloting Galatea?"
"It feels great to finally be where I belong," started Jud confidently. "Even if it took a bit of waiting to get here." Jud grinned. "And as for Galatea...I always knew I'd pilot her one day; ever since I first laid eyes on her. Good things come to those who wait, apparently." At the end of his short response, a chorus of fan girls screamed with delight.
“Yes,” said the anchorwoman laughingly, “I suppose they do. Now, I also have a question for your partner, Luca Farron. Luca, how does it feel to be the youngest member of the Big Five in history and be maintaining for Galatea?"
“How do I feel?” Luca asked himself, “I feel amazing. This is something I’ve been training for my entire life, so I’m excited to see the results of all my hard work. Being the youngest member is certainly something I’m proud of, but the opportunity to maintain Galatea makes me even prouder. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would make it this far!”
“And how do you feel about working alongside someone as revered as Jud Laurent?”
“I’m very excited,” said Luca with a smile, “I feel honored and a little intimidated to be working with someone so legendary! I hope we get along.”
“Oh, trust me, the pleasure’s all mine,” Jud suddenly said into his microphone, giving the boy a quick wink; a murmur of excitement spread through the crowd, especially the fan girls. Luca opened his mouth, looking a bit puzzled, but the announcer ultimately cut him off.
“Er, next question!”
“Miss Ashell! You've always been a star pilot as far as A.D.A.M.'s concerned,” began a man quickly, taking advantage of the awkward pause, “You and your unit are fairly well known; how do you feel about leaving them for the Big Five?"
Valerie groaned slightly at the question. "....Thanks for giving credit to my guys back at Squad 125, and no, I don't want to leave my current position. Also, I feel like shit and have no plans to join The Big Five."
“Um… oh… okay…” said the reporter who had asked the question; it was clear that he, and really the audience as a whole, had not been expecting that answer. It was a few good moments before another reporter seized the floor.
“Miss Cahlour! I have a question for you!” shouted a reporter from far away; the statuesque Quellian responded with a nod of approval.
"Thank you. So, Miss Cahlour, you're fairly well known from your time in the academy for your maintaining skills as well as your stealth and tracking skills. However, you also have a strong anti-violence background. How will this affect your role in the Big Five?"
"I joined the A.D.A.M. to try to help the world, not hurt it.” Cahlour began, setting her large, elegant hands in her lap, “While being part of the Big Five does include violence, it includes it to help govern the universe - not pull it apart." The crowd responded favorably to this answer, and Cahlour smiled back at them gracefully as she brushed a strand of platinum blonde hair from her face.
“Insolitus,” yelled a Quellian reporter as soon as Cahlour had finished, “as the first person of Quellian heritage to become a pilot, let alone a pilot in the Big Five, how does it feel to have made such a historical impression in A.D.A.M.'s history?"
Sol laughed amiably in response.
"It's quite a lot to take in to be honest. I hadn't exactly set out to make history when I joined the Academy, I just wanted to follow in the footsteps of my father. However, I did make history, so I'll be sure to make it one for the record books."
“We hope so too!” the Quellian reporter said excitedly.
“Alnair,” said a woman at the edge of the stage, "What is the biggest thing you are looking forward to now that you are a part of the Big Five?"
Alnair appeared puzzled by the question. "I don't know," he spoke in a light, inquisitive voice. "No one's told me what a 'Big Five' is. Is it like a big high five or something? I hope it's not too big. I don't like big things. I like small things, like kitties! I used to have a kitty, but it was taken away because you're not supposed to have pets on Mother because I guess she's allergic or something. Do you like kitties?"
“Um… what?”
Alnair giggled.
“Uh… Let’s keep going!” interjected the announcer once again, “You there, sir! Who do you have a question for?”
“Oh, uh, me? Oh, yes, yes! I have a question for Mr. Taran!”
“Please, go right ahead!” said the announcer.
“Oh, alright… Taran,” the man said as he turned to face the young Quellian, “You’re relatively unheard of, but you’re track record from the academy is impressive. How does it feel to make it to the Big Five so soon after graduation?”
"Initially, I was shocked,” began Taran, “There are so many people who have been trying for this spot for years longer than I have and have much more experience. I didn't expect to make it this far, and yet here I am. It's incredible."
“Very nice response, Taran,” the announcer said, relieved to hear a normal answer, “Now, I believe we have time for one more question; it seems the only team member we’ve yet to cover is Miss May Young.”
At the sound of her name, May sucked in a sharp, audible gasp, which was made even louder due to her microphone; no one spoke until the echo died down.
“Miss Young, before this moment, no one knew your name. What does it feel like to be suddenly labeled a celebrity?"
“C-celebrity!?” asked May, her face turning a violent shade of red; as soon as the word has been spoken, a dizzied look overtook the girl and she began to sway dangerously in her chair.
“Um, are you alright?” asked the reporter.
May, unfortunately, was never able to respond to this question; she fainted, falling out of her chair and onto the stage. Several members at the table jumped up to make sure she was alright, and the audience gasped in shock. The press, of course, responded with a flurry of flashing lights.
“Oh, shit!” said the announcer into his microphone, “Uh, well folks, I think that’s all the time we have for today! Please enjoy your stay here on base, and we hope to see you at the reception party tonight!”