This chapter took a little more thought to piece together compared to the others... as well as being more dialogue heavy.

Oh, and sorry, no pictures this time... my scanner is kinda... broken...

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Chapter VIII-A Message-
Chapter IX-Reasons-
Chapter X-Nu Wa’s Twin Blades -




Chapter VIII-A Message-

A number of days have passed, and the MWF government began looking into the incidents more closely. The PLA, Pliigan Liberation Alliance, gave the MWF no response as of yet upon the attacks that used their technology. The days went slowly with no action, everyone at Neres Airbase was wandering about the base, beaches and city. Just waiting for the Base’s scrimmage calls, those that left the base brought with them one of the military’s transport vessels or vehicles, which could instantly teleport to the base should something happen… just as long as two of the main fighter squadrons stayed within the base, the other two were free to do about.

“So you are from Gielinor then?” I asked.

“Yes,” Nadine, or Runite simply replied. “My call sign is taken directly from a strong metal that is abundantly found there.”

“Trust me now; those Ancient Magics of yours will be of good use someday. Just have some faith in yourself.”

“Yes sir.” Nadine said, before walking off.

Possession of an art from a chaotic age… interesting… I just hope she uses them to good. After pondering for a second, I walked off into another hallway and noticed a strange looking man wandering about looking lost. I looked off in another direction, perhaps just a new recruit or something… maybe I should help him, I thought to myself… then again, who wears that type of strange clothing? As I looked back, it seemed as though the man had vanished. I stared off and felt puzzled, perhaps I was imagining things again. Footsteps approached from behind me.

“Commander.”

I quickly turned around and replied, “Uhh, yes?”

December looked at me with a concerned expression, “Erm, are you alright?”

“Sorry, it’s nothing.” I replied with slight embarrassment. “What’s the news?”

December scratched her head and spoke out, “There is still no response from the PLA concerning the incidents…”

“Of course… is that all?”

“Well, with nothing else to do, we are to do as we wish… however, half of Lieutenant Argnaz’s team and Captain Wright’s already taken those positions today… so we are stuck here in the based.”

I sighed, and we both began walking to the hangars. Along the way, we spotted Lieutenant Argnaz and Colorado who quickly approached the strange looking man I had thought I saw earlier. We walked towards them.

“Who the hell are you?” Argnaz spoke out, her tail was lashing about, as though ready to strike in the manner of self-defense. “This area is closed off to civilians. I’m calling security.”

The man was young looking, with slightly tanned skin. He had dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. The man spoke out with a light voice, “Hey, hey now, easy Saurian. Judging by that flashy uniform, I guess you are a squadron leader, or an ace?”

“Why does that matter?” Argnaz spoke out.

“What is going on?” I walked in and asked.

“We found this civilian wandering about… I’m just trying to figure out how he snuck past security,” she replied.

The man looked annoyed and spoke out, “Let me explain, I am a reporter.”

“How did you sneak in?” Colorado asked.

“Look android; let’s just say I am a…different kind of reporter…”

“Alright then, and why are you here?” December asked.

The man replied and said, “Look I am here to help you all a little… I’ve got my own lead concerning the Pliigan attacks.”

“We’re listening,” I said.

The man then sighed and spoke out, “Not here please… how about we meet in the bar near the base? I’ll explain then.”

“Oh and what the hell is with your clothing?” I asked. Everyone took a closer glance at his clothing, it was half-neat, yet half-worn out and ripped. It was very colorful, it almost gave off the impression he was a clown of some sort.

The reporter looked down at his clothes himself, and gave off a weird look. “I… think I can explain that also…”

“Very well,” Argnaz said.

I sighed and spoke out, “December and I can’t leave the base, since your squadron and Wright’s have already left.”

Argnaz took a quick glance at me, and then eyed at Colorado. “Whatever, Colorado, let’s… What the hell?” The reporter was gone from our sights…

“Minor Teleportation Magics…” I said. “Looks like the base’s security missed out on that one.”
“No, the walls have been both magically and technically enhanced to allow teleportation from those allowed, and prevention of those that aren’t…” Colorado said.

“We’ll find out.” Argnaz said as she and Colorado left the area.

I spotted a shadow off in the other side of the hallway, and walked towards the direction, perhaps another intruder? As I turned the corner, I saw nothing. December followed after me.

“See something?” she said.

“Thought I did…”

Just as I turned around, I bumped right into Captain Wright.

“Oh, I’m sorry Captain!” I said.

He looked at me as his dog-like ears twitched and spoke out, “Eh, don’t worry of it. Try to watch where you are going next time, got it kid?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

Captain Wright smiled, and then turned around and headed out. “I could use a drink…” He said.

I sighed and walked onward with December.

Argnaz and Colorado both left the base at once and arrived at the nearby bar. They opened the door and a slight ring was heard overhead. As they entered, they spotted the reporter right away. His outfit was completely different however.

“Alright, over here you two.” He said. “Bartender, I’ll pay for their drinks.”

A Grey spoke out, “Ah yes, MW Federation troops are always welcomed here. Sit my friends, what would you like to consume?”

“Just some Naola Ale…” Argnaz said.

“Coming right up, good in minerals and vitamins, yet still that good alcoholic materials… don’t drink too much now… you’re a soldier young Saurian, and what of you android?” the intelligent bartender said.

“Do you have anything for a human android Type – 4575?” Colorado asked.

“Ah yes, the Artila Brew should do the trick… the ingredients give off the closest feeling of taste pleasure upon an android not equipped with that specific sense. But if you do have the sense of taste, it is very sweet, magical taste, and can be consumed by anyone…There are also ingredients that help clean your system… your system should absorb them well.”

“So it is similar to what they offer in regular areas of purchase? Or perhaps like simple water and alcohol, and some other fluidic ingredients?” Colorado asked.

“Yes, but this can give you a feeling of taste.” The Grey said followed by a chuckle.

“That is quite illogical…”

“Magic is illogical to science my friend, so the possibilities are endless. And magic is exactly what this product is.”

“Very well, I shall try your substance.” Colorado said.

The bartender smiled and said, “One Artila Brew coming right up.” The Grey then began mixing ingredients together for Argnaz’s and Colorado’s orders after the reporter gave him a credit card. A small jingling ring was heard again as someone else had entered the bar.

“That was interesting… anyways; let’s get back to business...” Argnaz said to the reporter. “First of all, why did you change your clothes?”

The reporter took a sip from his beer and looked at his dark colored robes. He then answered. “This clothing I got from a traveling merchant down in the desert city of Al Kharid, on the planet of Gielinor. Strong magical properties here and there on that planet, these robes seem to be very unique, and you won’t find it anywhere else. It boosts up my magical abilities greatly; however, the interference with the base’s magic defense atmosphere drains my powers, and seems to have a strange effect on my clothing here. Pretty much, it changed its form and weakened… as it took the large bulk of the power drain from your base.”

“So that also explains why you were able to teleport in and out, because your abilities pretty much surpasses that of the defense system?” Argnaz asked.

“You’re on the money.” The reporter said.

“And you also dragged us here because when outside of the base, your magic is to your fullest potential.”

“You’ve got it… because if you threaten to do anything to me, I could easily teleport half-way around this world. Plus, you could’ve called security on me after I told you what I knew in the base. Anyways, enough of that, let’s get down to business.” The man said. The bartender the passed a glass of a glowing blue substance that gave off an aura to Colorado, and he then gave Argnaz a glass of bubbling and foamy red ale.
“There you two go my friends,” the Grey said.

“Thank you,” both Colorado and Argnaz said.

The reporter continued on, “Well now, we all know that the Pliigi are perhaps responsible for the attacks on this planet, as well as taking over Governor Porfirio’s transport ship.”

“Yes…” Argnaz said.

“Well then, the ones inside the transports were definitely not of the Pliigi race. The body descriptions don’t fit any known civilized race in the known universe.”

“Go on…”

“Those were robots that were controlled by someone.”

“Yes, but that still doesn’t help much there sir. That still reveals the possibility of Pliigans controlling the robots inside the transport.” Colorado said after tasting his unique drink. He then murmured to himself. "Taste... is this is what it is like?"

“Well then, maybe this will help with my argument…” The reporter pulled out a newspaper, the headlines were in a foreign writing. “MW Federation Fighters Destroy Major PLA Resource and Military Base.” He read aloud. A number of nearby people in the bar took a quick glance towards the reporter, and looked away.

“What?” Colorado and Argnaz said.

“Exactly… this is a PLA newspaper to be sent out tomorrow. There has been confirmation from travelers that the area was attacked by something. Soldiers of the area saw human styled crafts attacking the place. This picture here is proof… it isn’t fake either.” The reporter pointed towards a picture of a fighter with the emblem of the MWF flying over the organic base.

Argnaz could make out a painting of an alien skull with spears stabbing through it… but it was perhaps just blurs in the image.

“You all should check up on if this was an actual mission given by the MWF…” he said.

“So you trying to tell us that there is a possibility that someone is trying to provoke a war between us? And that the PLA have nothing to do with it?” Argnaz asked.

“That is my guess.”

Colorado spoke out, “But what an illogical thing, what good will occur if the PLA and MWF fight a war? What is the purpose if not done by officials?”

“I don’t know…” the reporter said. “Perhaps one may want one of the alliances destroyed… perhaps there is a conspiracy… maybe even for a group’s own entertainment. I am going to do a little more… research… anyways, can I ask you all some questions?”

“I suppose…” Argnaz said. She then accidentally split some ale on her hand. She extended out a lizard-like tongue and licked it.

“Have archetypical mechs been deployed for the military yet?”

Argnaz glanced at Colorado, “We allowed answering this?”

Colorado then nodded... “Yes, I calculated that the information on the machines would be out in the media by now…”

The reporter then asked, “We know they have been made, but have you all used them on a mission yet?”

“Oh, no, not at this base at least.” Argnaz said.

“That is all I wanted to hear,” the reporter said. He smiled and finished his drink, then stood up and began walking out of the bar. But he then turned around and said, “Sorry you two, I never introduced myself. My name is Ralind. And you two are?”

“I am Lieutenant Argnaz, and he is called Colorado.”

“Thank you for your time,” Ralind said, and walked away.

Argnaz and Colorado thought for a moment and began to walk out of the bar after finishing their drinks. But then someone stood up, wearing a blue, white and cyan colored garb. It was Captain Wright.

“Captain!” they both said and saluted.

Wright then spoke out, “No need for doing that… I overheard the conversation.”

“Really now?” Argnaz said.

“Hey, these ears aren’t just for show now… I think we should tell the Colonel about this.” Captain Wright said.

Argnaz and Colorado nodded, and the three of them hurried back to the base.


Lieutenant Argnaz

Chapter IX-Four Factions-

I was relaxing in the lounge area with other base workers and pilots. Lieutenant Argnaz and Colorado had returned along with Captain Wright. Quick and multiple taps were heard, they were in a hurry. I left the area and rushed beside Lieutenant Argnaz. December followed.

“What was it?” I had asked.

“Just come with us, you will find out once we speak to Colonel Kirkland.” Captain Wright replied.

“You know of the situation, Captain?” December asked.

“Yes I do, Lieutenant December… these ears aren’t just for show.” Captain Wright said. He was then followed by a slight chuckle from Lieutenant Argnaz. Captain Wright then went on to say, “Please don’t try to hide these things from superior officers and other base personal next time.”

“Right… forgive us sir…” December replied.

“Don’t worry about it, just tell a superior officer next time, unless you feel deeply that information must be hidden.” Wright said.

We approached the Colonel and had told him of what we had learned. He didn’t look amused or surprised, as though he was expecting this to occur, or if he had already known about the situation… perhaps this had happened before.
Kirkland looked right at each of us, and spoke out. “It is strange; we’ve been at peace with the PLA for some time now. Their newest leader had proposed stronger bonds between the MWF and PLA… what I believe is that the older leaders may want their control over the PLA once again. But it could be something completely different.” Kirkland looked away, and spoke again.
“Thank you, I will inform the high-command, and try to receive any updates as soon as possible.”
He saluted as we returned the gesture.

By the end of the day, everyone in Neres Air Base had heard of the news. Kirkland confirmed that there were no missions or sorties that had the MWF attacking a Pliigian Resource Base. Kirkland gave the information to the MW Federation High Command, but they said that they will only contact the PLA sometime after the incident goes public, so it won’t look like we actually were involved.

I was down by the hangars inspecting the Rieses models… they were really hyped up about being used in combat, but they still haven’t seen any action. The only time we have used them is when we are ordered to train in them, or use the simulator. The white and tan giants hungered to be used… the time will come eventually.

Footsteps were approaching from behind. I turned around and saw Major Chilpad. At his presence I saluted the Kappa. He saluted back and smiled.

“Lieutenant Shiba, heard you and the other aces found some important information.” Chilpad said to me.

“Yes, but really, it was all Lieutenant Argnaz’s and Lieutenant Colorado’s doing.” I replied back.

“Hey, you had an influence on the matter,” Chilpad said. He then took a look to the mechs.
“These things are collecting dust… I’m going to ask to take them on the next sortie, see how they really handle in combat.”

“Do you really think they will do well against the Pliigi vessels?”

“If we face off against the Pliigi on the next sortie,” Chilpad said in a manner to correct me.

“Hmm?”

“They aren’t the only ones that we may have to face off. The Factions have always been in friction… and there are always those that live in our Faction that oppose each other, and mean to do harm.” Chilpad explained.
“In anycase, I’ve shot down a few Pliigi Vehicles with Walker Mechs before.”

I looked right into his eyes. “I thought the Biomechanical Technology of the Pliigi were recent.”

“It’s a lie… the Pliigi have always had Bionic Technologies. I’ve fought them and other hostile Factions many years before your grandparents were born kid. It seems that every generation, there is a new story for or from the other Galactic Factions. I am surprised you didn’t know that about the Pliigi.”

“So, why is the MW Federation is telling us that they recently developed the technology?”

Chilpad blew air from out of his nostrils, took a moment to think. He shook his head and spoke out, “Easiest way to put it, the MWF wants to make the population to see their government look like the good guys, and the other Factions as the bad guys.”

“I see… something that has always existed in time.”

“It isn’t just the MWF, it is all the other Factions as well… they have their own deep reasons, ideas, and views on the Universe. But recently, some of the Factions have been obtaining newer and younger leaders, which have different views of the older leaders, they are more tolerant.”
Childpad stretched a little, and continued.

“The MW Federation is centered on the Milky Way Galaxy, and has the largest amount of different races…strangely; all of our historic folklore speaks of all our races, even before we all began space travel. Our leaders look on with a love for discovery and expansion of territory. At times the leaders get what they want by peaceful means, other times by force.

The PLA, is a Faction that revolves mostly around the Pliigan home worlds, which hold massive amounts of swamps, forests, jungles, and very moist and muddy areas and terrains. Their main race is of course the Pliigi themselves, but there are a number of minor races that dwell in the PLA. Their starting planet was always relatively low on metallic resources, so they have always made use of flesh, bones, and other living things for their technology. Their oldest of leaders are radicals that find the universe should be completely biological, with everyone only living with and in the nature of the planets.

The newest leader of the PLA is much more tolerant than past leaders. I believe the older leaders want to take the new leader out of power and reclaim their positions by this provoking war.”

“That is what the Colonel thought,” I said.

“Right,” Chilpad replied and continued on.

“The Mortiga are strange fellows. They seem to be enchanted rocks of pure energy… thus they are very powerful when it comes to psycho-kenetics and capabilities beyond science… like the strong usage of magic. The Ancients of the Mortiga believe that all living organisms should be converted into pure energy, and live like them. They also want to restore the planets, and thus eliminate all technologies. Stay away from the older Mortigans. The younger ones are, as said for all the other races, much more tolerant.

Finally, of the factions that are usually always hostile to us, is the Cybernetics. They have a long history that has since been beneficial to us. The Cybernetics is an alliance of robots that gained too much intelligence in the wrong times, in the wrong ways. The first ones were built by an elder, advanced civilization that made robots purely into slaves. When they gave them higher intelligence, they were never truly given emotions. Those machines were nothing but pure intellect that raged against the slavery, never able to love their masters, or find friendships with them. They broke off from their master’s worlds, found a new one, and deemed to rebuild the universe the way they saw it, which is to eliminate all things biological and replace it with technology.
The MWF and all other factions that use robots and droids have learned of that mistake, and given our androids and robots good emotions and a strong sense of equality. As such, the Cybernetic Faction Elder Leaders also wishes to eliminate those mechanical beings that love biological creatures, and completely eliminate all androids. However, newer citizens being created from the Cybernetics are obtaining more flexible intelligence and mind-sets, and as such, are friendlier than their older models and ancestors.

As for the many other Factions, we won’t really have to worry about them.”

“If the universe ever is to have a chance with peace, it must rely on the young…” I said.

“Exactly…” Chilpad finished. He then stretched and spoke again, “I’m going to see if I can grab something to eat, farewell Lieutenant.” He then saluted and walked off.

Chapter X-Nu Wa’s Twin Blades-

The PLA newspaper was released, and shocked the civilians of both the PLA and MWF. Out of the blue, the PLA finally contacted with the MW Federation, but they never did answer our questions prior, of the usage of their bio-technology attacking the Paradise Planet Sinidile, along with the situation that occurred with Governor Porfirio. It was two dogs angrily barking at one another. Everyone felt the declaration of another war being pushed forward again.

We still weren’t sure who or what was provoking the Great Factions, or even why. Colonel Kirkland and Major Chilpad see that the old radical Pliigi leaders wish to over throw the current young leader of the PLA. The Reporter, Ralind had claimed that none of it was even the work of the Pliigi. Lieutenant Vierra had recently stated that it was all the work of another faction, which wants to wipe out the PLA and MWF… but which Faction knows how to use both Biological Ships and Standard Ships? Then there is also the idea of our own government lying to us, as they have already done to me. Perhaps we are responsible for the attack on the PLA Base? I didn’t know the answer, no one really did, but we all knew we were heading towards warfare.

“The Paradise Planet” Sinidile became famous for its tropical conditions that covered most of the planet. It is covered 90% in water, filled with aquatic life. The 10% of lands that cover the rest of the planet are mostly scattered, yet large islands abundant with plant life, with very sweet fruits and healthy vegetables, as well as supporting a massive amount of animals and insects. People began settling on this planet quite recently in history, and simply found it as a tropical paradise.

Every paradise has their bad sides however, Sinidile is no exception. Like all tropical areas, this place has heavy and powerful storms… and it’s the season.

“So, am I allowed to purchase one of these, right?” I asked December. I held up a small, strange metallic blade and examined it.

“I believe so, as long as it doesn’t get in the way in the cockpit, if you carry it in there with you.” She replied.

I looked at her and said, “Well, the Japanese pilots of Earth during the Second World War would at times carry katanas into their planes for their various reasons… and besides, I may wish to actually use one of these, if we ever get into hand-to-hand combat.”

“What of the military standard Combat Knife, Blade, Heat Knife, or Heat Rot?”

“I’ll use the ones they give me as well, but I prefer custom and hand-made tools, rather than the standard out of the box products.” I placed the blade down and looked towards another.

December smiled, and asked, “Think you can find one for me?”

The archetypes store owner came down to us and spoke an old saying. “You don’t find them, they instead find you.” He was an old Ani-Hume, Saurian nature with a bit of an Asian Master’s sounding accent. However, he was also a type of Saurian I haven’t seen before. He had dark red scales, and a large spiked tail. He was like dragon. He wore green robes that were marked with various white runes; they glowed with the dim-light of the store. The man looked at us both and took a quick study. During that time, a strong, but gentle pressure beheld me; December also seemed to be slightly disturbed. As the shop owner spoke again, the pressure was suddenly gone.
“I know just the thing you both may want… come. This is where I keep the special antiques.”
The man led us to the back of the store, where weapons were being crafted by him. A young female fairy, most likely from Gielinor seemed to be his assistant. She was inspecting some antiques, took a quick look at us, and went back to her doings. The man grabbed two identical looking blade handles; they were finely crafted in all tactical aspects, and also appeared to be styled for looks. However, there were no buttons to which extract a blade, or turn on the laser saber. He then handed December and me one.
“Go on, give it a try.”

I looked at the handle, with no way to extract the blade... a Psychokenetic Blade? December seemed a little confused, she looked right at me. At that moment I concentrated a small amount of energy into my right arm; it felt like the temperature in and around those limbs slightly rose, when no actually affecting the area. There was the feeling of needles rushing out of my finger tips and palm, the energy transferred to the handle. In half a second, it glowed, and a small, but beautifully crafted blade emerged from the handle. It was about the size of my forearm, and was etched with symbols and other various designs. The blade looked quite dull. A second later, December had extracted her blade, and it was the same exact design of mine. The shop owner looked right at us unsurprised.

“Are these weapons all for the sake of want and show? Or can they actually be of true combat usage?” December had asked while studying the item.

The old man smiled, and spoke out, “If you want to test them, I have a training rack back here.” He led us to another small room, filled with various objects for the training of archetype styled weapons. A Nano-Tech Dummy appeared before us… a special training dummy that can mimic thoughts, and heal itself. Used for mostly training situations, but can also be of uses. The old man put a small band around my arm, which would be used to get the dummy to follow my thoughts.
“Go ahead, swing at it,” he said to me.

I swiped the blade, unsure of its ability. The dummy didn’t move, and the blade went right through the target without even doing anything.
“Is this a joke?”

“You’re not sure of its abilities, try again, with the intent of stunning,” he instructed.

I looked at the dummy again, imagined it as some thug about to do some slight harm. The dummy came to life, and readied to attack me with a simulated broken glass bottle. I swung the blade. The dummy fell straight to the ground, and looked as though it was hit with a bat, hard enough to subdue a foe. December suddenly became very interested in the weapon. The dummy quickly revived itself and stood straight back up.

“Now, I see you’re a soldier of some type, so attack the dummy as if it were an enemy, intend on killing it,” the old man said.

I stared at the dummy, and thought of a man charging at me with a combat knife. The dummy came to life; it formed a sharp knife and ran straight towards me. I dodged it, and swung the blade straight into its leg. The blade cut it clean off, but the dummy then launched its knife into my back. I felt no pain, since the Dummies are perfectly safe, it made a loud beep. I then stabbed the blade right into the heart of the dummy, and killed my imaginary opponent. I relaxed, and the dummy stood straight back up, fully revived, and spoke.
“You were slightly wounded in that scrimmage, be more careful next time,” it said in a female robotic tone.

“What do you think?” The old man asked.

“Quite unique, so this is actually a Psycho-Weapon?” I asked in return.

“Yes, it is actually similar to what the Mortiga use. In fact, these weapons adjust with your understandings of telepathy, magic, chi flow, psychokinetic, whatever you wish to call it. The blade design is actually from your fragment of imagination… you can shape the weapon however you see fit, but the metal portions only grow larger as your own powers grow.”

I glanced at the weapon and thought of a different design… a heat blade… nothing happened. The man seemed to know what I was trying to do.

“Flow more energy into it in order to produce a heat blade.”

I did just that, and the sharp edges of the blade gained an eerie blue glow, I concentrated a little more, and the hot energy blade slightly grew in size, with the metal still remaining the same. I smiled in slight amazement, and then I looked towards December. Her blade had a significantly different design now; it seemed more brutal looking, in the form of a military styled weapon, it was also much larger. She concentrated slightly, and formed a massive energy blade. I was quite amazed, and then I came to realize, December had a massive amount of psychokinetic power, something not ever truly seen in any android or biodriod. She must be one of those rare cases, or perhaps the lap had produced her in this way…

“I think these will be quite useful, actually.” December said.

I snapped out of it, and replied, “Yeah, how much for them?”

The old man smiled and spoke, “Those two blades are very special, they are called “Nu Wa’s Twin Blades.” Two ancient, yet new-aged swords that hold a spiritual bond with one another, and I feel that you two hold that same bond.”

December and I looked at one another, slightly embarrassed and confused. The old man laughed took us to the front of the store, and grabbed out an old tome.
“I see you need a little more practice with your powers, to catch up to your friend here.” He said to me. “Simply pay for this tome of Chi-Arts, and they are all yours.”

“Very well, how much for it?” I said.

“50000 Universal Credits or 500 MW Dollars. No taxes.” He said.

I grabbed out my UC Card and ID, and paid for the items and signed a few things, along with doing a hand and eye scan analysis. It was really quite an excellent deal, as most weapons ranged from 75k UCs, or 750 MWDs. After purchasing the items, the old man asked his fairy assistant to grab a type of holster, for our belts in order to carry the blades when they aren’t extracted.

As December and I left the store, we noticed that the entire afternoon sky became pitch black, like a night of no visible moons. A heavy storm was soon to begin... it was the season after all. A number of people were racing to their shuttles, crafts, and cars to escape the storm before it hit, others were racing to get inside soon. December and I ran to the military craft we borrowed. December turned it on as I jumped into a passenger seat. As soon as it powered up, December hovered the craft at about three stories high, and flew it back to base, while staying low inside the city.

I'm a new fan of your stories, and I like how the plot is developing, but I noticed something in that last chapter.
It is very like how Harry Potter picked his wand
From the start, it is very similar when Harry went to Olivander's to pick which wand he wanted. The man says that the 'Sword will come to you', like Olivander says, and the swords were called twins. Voldemort and Harry's wands were also twins, the pheonix feathers inside were the same. There were other elements too that were very much alike.
I think you should re-do that last part in a way which you can keep the characters, but change the man's likeness to Olivander in what he says.
Apart from that, keep up the good work! You are getting better and better at writing

Oh dear, I didn't mean it to be like Harry Potter... looks like I need to read over that book again...

I'll change it around when I have the time...

And for the plot... I've kinda been stalling to see MechScape's actual reasoning for the Faction Hostility, so I can make it very much or some-what similar.

You just need to rephrase a few bits and pieces.
If you have the first Harry Potter on video or DVD, you could always skip to the Olivander's scene with that, its a lot quicker and he says the same stuff
I see what you mean about the factions... the story could be very innacurate without the right information. Then again, this is just a story, and it could have happened before the time MechScape is set in.