"We got a competitor at Target's 6 o'clock. The one in the bob."
"Oh, that's a cute haircut."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about cutting it a little shorter; that might be pretty, you're right."
Cosimo and Chrysanthe Constantine's fingers flew across their various monitors, operating Eiko Satsu's enormous body with incredible precision. The toss-up was between them and a singular four-armed pilot, and they got the job for a damn reason. Displays flickered on and off, and between small-talk the marble aliens operated their machine with practiced and natural movements.
"So I was thinking competition, right? High presence, establish ourselves to Senpai as someone fun."
"Sounds jock-ish."
"You're right, but you have to remember that Japan is heavily patriarchal and hegemonic, Cosimo. It's subversive and attractive here."
"Neat."
Eiko blew right past the short girl, eyeing her briefly as she passed ("I just want to see how it looks from the front too, it's okay!") and adjusted her shirt—pulling the neckline lower and the skirtline up, just a tiny bit. Eyelashes, lipstick, all on point.
"Overtaking target in three! Two! One!"
Eiko began walking backwards in front of Senpai, looking about a full head down to him.
"Senpai, great to see you again!" She barked out. "Headed to gym? Of course you are, I look forward to days like this. Glad we're in class together, you can see what I'm working with here!" She smirked and flexed a bicep. "Whaddya think, Senpai? Do you like to work out?"
At the opposite end of the path, close to the gym and heading for the main building, was a lovely young lady who went by the name Motoko Kiryuin, though technically her last name was actually "Smith." And technically, she wasn't a young lady at all, despite what her pretty face and lean figure might suggest. She was, in fact, a precisely engineered piece of cutting-edge technology, piloted by a dedicated crew of four amphibians from a command centre in her chest. For most other species, the command centre would be unbearably steamy and humid, but it was absolutely perfect for a vixi crew.
"There's the target." Said Commander G'Kora. "You all know the drill, people. Get ready for anything." He scowled at the large viewscreen projected at the front of the command centre. "Who is that with the target? Zoom and enhance!"
Motoko squinted a bit at the people coming from the opposite end of the path.
The image shown in the command centre focused on Senpai and the especially tall girl taking to him.
"Uhg. Look at her! What a slut!" Specialist M'Grena said, scornfully. "Pulling up her skirt like that! No decency!"
Specialist Moc looked over at her from his console, thoroughly confused. "Um." He said. "You do realize that the Motoko's skirt has been similarly adjusted, right?"
"Our design is much more subtle." She replied. "Besides, the Motoko has a much more appealing form than that human."
Moc just rolled his eyes and shook his head, going back to his work.
"Focus, people!" Barked G'Kora. "We've got a job to do. B'Brasa, tactical systems all ready?"
"Ready for anything, sir." Lieutenant Commander B'Brasa growled in his low, growly voice.
"M'Grena, are you ready? Don't get distracted by the competition, especially not the human competition!"
"Yessir, sorry sir." She muttered. "I'm ready and standing by for your orders, sir, though we're still about a minute out of Socially Acceptable Contact range."
"Rodger that." Said G'Kora. "Return to default state. Prepare for Contact with Senpai!"
She stopped squinting and just kept walking, ostensibly absorbed in her thoughts, with a slight swing in her hips and a generally cheerful demeanour about her.
Not entirely dead.Somewhere at the other end of the hallway, across from the gym, strode a young woman with earphones just around her neck. That way, she could crank music up enough that it could be heard, but she wouldn't be able to ignore the many students in the hallway, and fall over and look like a klutz when she so clearly wasn't. She was far above the level of clumsiness.
As she spotted Senpai, a gleam entered her eyes for a moment, just long enough that some of the students noticed and commented on it. She began making her way over, careful to take note of the other two girls, but the gleam only disappeared a second after she started moving.
Of course, it was all a lie. She could wear her headphones and still dodge everyone in the hall fluently, but you had to keep up appearances. And that gleam in her eyes?
Well...
"Floodlights deactivated," droned Malk's heavily accented, yet smooth female voice. She sat behind the Yandroid terminal, looking more like a fighter cockpit than anything else. "Repair drones are now working to cut the power and prevent any further close calls."
"Thank you, Malk," came the almost generic, but entirely deadpan voice of Brommens. "That was too close a call. In the meanwhile, I gotta hit the Tech."
Malk raised a robotic eyebrow. "I presume you mean 'hit up'?"
"I didn't stutter," replied Brommens. He quickly patched into comms as he strode forwards inside the 1:1 motion translator
◊. "Zos, I thought the floodlights were fixed!"
"They are!" came the high-pitched retort. "I already spent ten minutes on them with a repair torch, you can't tell me they broke again!"
"Well," said Brommens, as he quickly pulled up a holographic display, setting it to the side of the HUD they were already using, "Brunhild got a gleam in her eye. A literal gleam. If the floodlight wasn't angled up we might've blown our cover!"
The line was quiet for a few moments. "Fuck it, you win, Brommens. I'll head up and deactivate the floodlights, get the Yandroid techs to see to them. ETA six minutes."
"No need. Repdrones are cutting the power, keep doing what you're doing down there. Just don't fuck it up this time." Brommens cut out and returned his attention to walking.
"Y'know, some days I wonder how we even make it out here," commented Spree from her position to the side. She was only really here because the operators had to be; Malk and Brommens had the rest of the mech operation down. "Especially with all these rules the MAD keeps handing down."
"Speaking of which," Malk interjected, "rules package update. Yandroids can no longer commit arson."
"Why would they need to commit arson?" questioned Brommens. "Strikes me as just a touch above what's necessary."
Malk shrugged, and Brommens returned his attention to walking. He was most of the way to Senpai now - the optical receptors having spotted him and his Yanderium "aura" far before any humans would ever have done so.
"ETA thirty seconds to Senpai contact," droned Brommens. "Ready yourselves."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."The sweet smile froze on the bob haired girl's face after Eiko blazed right past her. So did all the other muscles in her face while the person controlling them struggled to locate the right reaction buttons. She came to a halt in mid-step, voices in her mind arguing over the appropriate reaction.
Meanwhile, Senpai was taken back by the sudden appearance of boobs - babe! Sudden appearance of a babe! A tall babe with messy hair and a well-toned body. Among the hundreds of nondescript teens in the unassuming school, she stood out like a bombshell - bomb!
"Oh, hey, you!" Senpai racked his memory for a name, came up empty, and kept talking in the hope that she wouldn't notice. "Yeah, Gym! Working out, totally, right? What do you lift?"
Inwardly, he cursed himself for asking such a stupid question of a girl. Even this girl.
Bob cut girl though, finally reacted again. Still about ten feet away, she walked purposefully, a glare on her face fixated on Eiko for a moment before shifting to Senpai. Anyone looking might have thought at first that she was walking up to him, maybe call to get his attention, or tap him on the shoulder. anyone looking twice would realize she was walking a little too fast and with no intention of slowing to a stop when she reached Senpai.
It was a classic romance tactic. One that had been researched and categorized by many smart people based on their analysis of human media. She was aiming for the Crash.
Maybe, just maybe, someone with extra sensitive hearing could make out a tiny voice coming from the girl: "Ramming speed!"
edited 9th Jun '15 10:38:24 PM by Parable
"About this much. Check this out, Senpai!" Eiko grinned dazzlingly.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?"
"I swear, this is gonna be awesome!"
The musclebound schoolgirl charged forward. "Up you go!" She went to pick up Senpai and lift him onto her shoulders—out of the way of the charging other chick, and hopefully allowing her to follow up the Senpai mount with a snap-kick to her teeth.
edited 9th Jun '15 10:39:45 PM by Taco
Liz walked along the almost empty corridor, footsteps ringing through the length of it. The day was perfect for a cup of tea under a tree's shade; a perfect time to commune with the soul.
Unfortunately, I will have to miss that chance. Liz sighed audibly. Greater things are at stake.
True, a lot of things are greater than this false religion you believe in. Ne, Yuu? Followed by a chuckle.
I hate to admit, but he has a point.
Would you two please stop ganging up on me? It's not healthy to prey on the disadvantaged.
Oh ho ho! The god falls! He admits!
Oh, shut up.
Ki sighed in resignation. He was starting to think if the reward was worth the torment of these two unbelievers.
Liz turned a corner and genuinely yelped in surprise. "Senpai!" He stood at seven to eight feet tall. Was he always that tall? Then she looked down and her eyes met with what looked like a well muscled girl. Senpai was riding on her shoulders!
Oh, that ain't nice. Really unsightly.
You have a negative opinion on everything, atheist.
I also have positive opinions on everything. For instance, how she can support him is very admirable.
Ki was finding the two voices unbearable. But it didn't show on the outside. "Why are you all the way up there?" Liz's face was frowned in confusion. "If you're always so high nobody can reach you, you know." she laughed softly and then smiled.
Where'd you learn to talk so sweet? If they told me they had a course for that for the religious, I might have turned. Heck, if I didn't know you were a man, I'd marry you! Sa then laughed throatily in his head.
Funny.
edited 10th Jun '15 3:51:04 AM by DemKimochis
Actually, call me Dem or Dem Kimos I hope they add a name change soon...As Brunhild approached Senpai, she stared with evident curiosity - and slight amusement - at the three girls that had already gathered around her. Brunhild's operators, meanwhile, took notes.
Brommens continued moving. "Looks like the one over there is heading to crash into h-"
"Nope," interjected Spree. "Big one there just... holy shit, just lifted him up onto her shoulders. Looks pretty well-muscled, too. If she's a Yandroid I don't doubt she'd be able to tear apart a cavorite endoskeleton."
"Then we'll just have to hit first," interjected Brommens. "And remember - impact hammers disabled until we confirm she's a Yandroid. We'll need to engage with our competitors as much as them so that the sensor package can get a good look."
"ETA ten seconds, Brommens," reported Malk. "Might want to get into kayfabe."
"Right," nodded Brommens. "Wiring into vocal projectors... now."
Brunhild stopped in front of the gaggle of people and stared for a moment. "Now, what's going on here?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""Ah, shtuka!" Cursed G'Kora "What the bleeding mechk is the tall one doing?! What's with these humans?!"
"Actually, sir, I think this may be an opportunity-" Began M'Grena, but she was cut off.
"Multiple new contacts on sensors, Commander!" Barked B'Brasa. "All closing on the target!"
"Damn." Said G'Kora. "Specialist, what were you saying?"
"Sir, this may be an opportunity! A speed increase would now be Socially Acceptable, and we're easily within sprinting distance. We can use this as an excuse to make Contact with Senpai!"
"Couldn't hurt to get a closer look at the competition, too." Added B'Brasa, in that growly voice of his.
"Good call." Said G'Kora, with a nod. "Okay, crew! Full sprint ahead! Prep for Contact!"
When the tall girl picked up Senpai, Motoko seemed to snap out of her daze. "Hey!" She called out, and dashed over to the small-but-growing group of girls around Senpai. "What the heck are you doing?" She said, her Facial Expressor expressing an expression that was sufficiently confused and flustered and yet also still cute.
Quite innocuously, she blinked and looked around at everyone with her infrared receptors. Then blinked again, and made a fast sweep with her ultraviolet receptors.
Not entirely dead.Motoko picked up the same signature every other human gave when she scanned Eiko; a crisscross of heat splotches. With none of Eiko's weaponry live, and her pilots being made of marble, she seemed like a normal girl, but... hotter. The heat was distributed more evenly throughout her body, better regulated than an actual human.
Multiple contacts. Good work securing the package. Adorable.
I know right? You wish you were light enough for this still.
Yes, mommy.
Hey! Later, not when we're on the clock.
Whatever.
"I'm just showing Senpai how much I can lift." Eiko lashed out at the bob cut chick with her right leg, going for the chest to push her back. Once she made contact, she spun Senpai around to actually get his legs on her shoulders. She flashed everyone there a cocky smirk. "He wanted to know. I figured it'd be fun to do it this way."
"That's all well and good bu-" Liz started.
The girl's up to something
Obviously. Didn't need to be god's man to know that one.
Well, excu-
What the?
Liz was cut off by the sudden kick from the muscle girl. Her face showed confusion and uncertainty. That may be taking it too far. But she felt powerless. If only she could take out her sword now... The aftermath would be worse. A human enemy so early in the mission.
Senpai was now towering over all of them. He was apparently standing on the other girl's shoulders. "Hey! Th-That's dangerous..." She tried to sound authoritative but her voice ended up in a whisper.
What are we gonna do now?
May I remind you - and Yuu - that that's your jobs.
We can't act too rash. We could wait for the other girls, surely someone will act to save us from our dilemma.
Oh, fun. Give to others the responsibility. You haven't changed, Yuu.
Excuse me, have I met you before?
Then Sa chuckled.
edited 15th Jun '15 8:55:03 PM by DemKimochis
Actually, call me Dem or Dem Kimos I hope they add a name change soon...The heat coming off of Brunhild was relatively normal... for a Yandroid, anyways. It seeemed that when it came to the infrared spectrum they weren't even attempting to hide the fact they were a machine. This in mind, the ultraviolet scan did not produce any noticeable results.
"Showing Senpai how much you can lift, hm? What an angeber." She folded her arms and frowned.
Inside Brunhild, however, the team was busy and at work. Brommens had noted how... aggressive Eiko was being, and was prepared to dodge an attack now that she had revealed how much she liked to go on the offensive. In the meanwhile, Malk was operating sensors, the multiple scanning packages washing over Eiko to try and see if she was a Yandroid.
Considering how strong she was, no news was good news on that front, but they needed to know to plan their future moves.
Angeber - means "braggart", according to Google
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""That's at least two contacts confirmed as rival mechas, commander." Said Moc.
"And the big one?" Said G'Kora, rubbing his chin.
"It's unclear, sir. Looks human, but heat distribution is somewhat anomalous." Said Moc. "I'll need to do further analysis..."
And then they watched the tall girl deliver a swift kick to one of the other mechas.
"Karraka! What's with this girl?!" Exclaimed M'Grena. "Just kicking people in full sight of everyone else?! In broad daylight?! And who the blek even tries to impress someone by suddenly lifting them off the ground and onto their shoulders?!" She said.
"Technically she kicked a mecha, not a person, exactly." Said Moc. Though all he got for his interjection was a glare from M'Grena.
"Nothing about this seems Socially Acceptable to me, commander." M'Grena continued. "The tall one seems like she's probably a mecha. That or a real weirdo."
"Noted." Said G'Kora. "But for now, maintain cover. Do what's Socially Acceptable..."
"Did you seriously just kick that girl?!" Said Motoko, startled and annoyed. "What the heck's your problem?!"
She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Well... Regardless..." She looked up at Senpai, and her Blush Inducers came online at setting 3 of 10. "C-could you come down, please? I need to talk to you about something. Student Council business."
Within the Motoko's commander centre, the crew made a note to remind themselves to tell campus security about the incident.
Not entirely dead."Did you seriously just kick that girl?! What the heck's your problem?!"
These words managed to reach Almara's ears as she stepped outside of an unused classroom whilst readjusting her skirt. Taking in the sound she paused in the hallway as her controllers talked among themselves in the cockpit.
"Target sighted. Target is with five others one of which seems to be violent judging from what we just heard. Pishi?" Bishi remarked with a quick glance towards her daughter.
Pishi looked up from her terminal before speaking in a low voice. "I think we should wait. Maybe? I don't really know how to handle this. These types of things are pretty random."
A nod. "We'll improvise then. Speakers on. Prepare to move."
Outside the cockpit, Almara removed her headphones as she moved to push her way between the source of the anger she'd heard before and the girl, she noted with an angry glare before relaxing her face, who was holding Sempai.
"Now now. I'm sure there's an explanation for that." She swiveled to get a better glance at the one known as Sempai. "Sempai I'm currently working on a song for band. Could you help me after classes are over? Please," she drew out the word 'please' in a low voice as she held her arms close to emphasize her chest.
edited 16th Jun '15 9:02:46 AM by Chariot

Day 1: Recon has begun and Target has been located.
Day 2: Have infiltrated their ranks and gained 'Senpai's' trust.
Day 5: Have set fire to the Science Lab to remove rivals from Senpai's presence.
Day 5.2: Apparently setting fire to Science Labs is frowned upon by certain members of the galactic community.
-Reports from Yandroid Unit Asuka Koizomi end here-
YANDROID OPERATORS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM COMMITTING ACTS OF ARSON AGAINST SCHOOL PROPERTY.
The new MAD rule popped up on the monitors of every electric device every alien in the Sakae Esuno High School area possessed. It showed up at the end of the list of initially nebulous but increasingly specific rules that had been in effect since the covert operation began, along with several others that had been tacked on afterwards. Just above the latest rule were the ones that had been added yesterday:
OPERATORS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM MUTILATING LOCAL ANIMALS
OPERATORS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM HIRING HITMAN
OPERATORS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM WALKING AND CHEWING GUM AT THE SAME TIME
The boy most of the school only knew as Senpai found it rather unnerving how so many girls at lunch time simultaneously spit out their gum. Really, there were trash cans for that, you know! Maybe it was time to bring up extra trash collection duties for the students at the next student council meeting. Speaking of which, he had to go back to the pool to collect the club approval forms he had left in his locker.
Sliding a hand through his wavy, luscious hair and blinking his gorgeous green eyes. Senpai strolled from the main building to the gymnasium, the wind blowing away the dead leaves from his path so as not to disturb his quiet contemplation.
The boy was glowing. No, not with manly sexiness oozing from every manly pore, but with the invisible radiation of Yanderium. Invisible that is, to normal people. But for those who were not quite normal - or honestly, not even remotely normal - their optics could see the Yanderium as well as they could see the sun.
Senpai was alive with dormant Yanderium. All it needed to be utilized was a catalyst, a high emotional state, certain intelligence operatives has determined.
Romance. The stuff of love and flowers. Teary-eyed confessions and kisses atop the hills. Heart-shaped chocolate and dates lasting well into the night. This was the key to unlimited power in the galaxy.
That being said, a certain perfectly normal and totally not a robot, just ignore the eyes that glowed a murderous red from time to time, girl of short height and with a bobbed haircut began making her way to Senpai, following from ten feet away.
"The early bird gets the worm." she whispered to herself before putting on the mask of a sweet smiling girl.