Board Thread:Off-Topic Activities/@comment-26336673-20190309082746/@comment-26822753-20190310012607

''Eight years have passed. A small flower floats above the palm of a girl, alone in a garden in Citopia. The girl herself is floating off the ground too, as always. Anyone who was with her during the ordeal eight years ago would immediately recognise her as Astra. She's enjoying a break as best as someone who had lived in harsh environments as a test subject for most of their life could. She forgets that part and just enjoys life as it is.''

[Astra] ...what should I do next?

''Unlike the armour she previously had, she now has a nice robe and a strange gem on her forehead. She has certainly changed a lot in those eight years, and she wouldn't be so recognisable in terms of how she feels or acts now.''

A nice peaceful day is well deserved, especially after narrowly escaping the wrath of the Cataclysm Machine eight years ago.

[Astra] Perhaps just go see these fields some more? They're really pretty...

She gets up, letting the flower drop gently to the ground, and floats away looking for something to do.

''Ten years have passed. Two familiar faces enter an outpost, having returned from a successful mission.''

[SC-9744] ...and then I had to break out without any of the charges I was meant to have to bust the door.

[Lilac] A clutch anti materiel rifle solves all your problems.

''Lilac smirks, taking out her sniper rifle and making sure everything's properly configured. Once in the outpost, she puts it down on a nearby table.''

SC-9744 also rests his heavy shotgun on the table along with his Family Bismuth.

[Lilac] ...how long do you think we have until the next mission?

[SC-9744] Quite a while. Well, I think.

Lilac just goes to the nearest place where she can rest.

[SC-9744] Still tired?

[Lilac] "oh, shut it. as if you aren't tired yourself."

Lilac slightly laughs however she can, and SC-9744 just laughs.

''The time passed is irrelevant here, as is anything other than performance. This empty void houses one singular entity simply known as "Reaper", a mindless battle machine, and a mass of darkness overseeing its operations. A third entity enters, a red dragon lord known as Brine. He has a map, and presents it to the lifeless weapon standing in the room.''

[Brine] Alright. This map contains a location to establish a base. Go in, take everything nearby down quickly and quietly, and then set up the base. Report back here once you're done.

Reaper stays lifeless, then complies, grabbing its blade from a nearby table and heading off to fulfil its task.

Brine looks at it with glee.

[Brine] It works marvelously! The perfect soldier who can't do anything but fight.

''Indeed, its abilities have been proven time and time again. In the span of these years, it's been used as both an effective precision striker and a deadly area wiper. One thing that's always sure, though, is that where Reaper walks, mass destruction follows. Its new target is to be the same, day in, day out.''