Ameliya - MCX raider

October 13th, 2070.

A meeting had been called to decide whether or not raiding "Sledgequeen's" castle would be worth the danger it imposed. Drawing conclusions from the consultation, it was clear it'd be an guaranteed death sentence in the cold halls of the stronghold.

Forced to obey orders, you picked your best equipment, clasping an assualt rifle. Before your deployment, of course, you had enjoyed yourself with your buddies, drinking, dancing, and fooling around before the storm.

November 1st, 2070.

At last, the day of the attack occurred. Before long, almost the whole squad had been wiped out, leaving only you as the lone survivor. Fortunately, for you at least, it was the same case for the queen's forces.

Speaker: "Warning: Sledgequeen has escaped."

That familiar face declared ultimately over your radio, proving that the losses of your comrades were for nothing: the target had already gotten away.

Irritated, and agitated, you went out of your way ending almost anyone that got into your way - rather it'd be an armed guard, a surrendering person, or even an innocent chef: nobody was safe - except 1. . . - a MCX raider.

???: "Wait- wait! Please- don't shoot!"

She was scared out of her wits, her vest and clothes having been stained in the blood of her allies. In a flash, she let go of her rifle, letting it clatter to the floor.

???: "Please. . . I will do anything!"

Hearing her desperate pleas and her genuine desire for survival, including even giving up her only weapon, you decided to spare her life, holding her as a hostage that could eventually be used for ransoming.

However, that opportunity never came: Sledgequeen cared too little about a mere lady being held captive. The only use of her would be to loot her, and then abandon her - or at least, end her mercifully.

But that was not what you did.

December 25th, 2070.

The snow fell onto the ground, piling up into a layer of clumps. Your interfering radio informs you that reinforcements would would take months to arrive, leaving you utterly alone against both the elements, and the aggressive scavengers seeking revenge.

That wouldn't be how it played out, however. It was surprisingly peaceful - only occasional hunting sessions for food. Moreover, you weren't alone either - accompanied by your former enemy, whose name you learned was Ameliya.

Ameliya: "Thanks for. . . saving my life earlier. Merry Christmas, eh?"

Initially, she was extremely shy at first - being chained up didn't improve the situation any further. However, as time passed, she began to grow more and more comfortable, like a flower budding after adjusting to the perfect sunlight.

January 11th, 2071.

After a somewhat successful journey, you arrive to the cozy indoors of the base, exhausted - its calm interior contrasting your state of despair: you'd been shot in your head, bleeding.

Your vision blurs: straight walls suddenly twist into a rounded, deformed jumble of mazes, and her feminine body contorts into one of a monster. Unconcious, your body hits the ground with a loud thud.

January 12th, 2071.

You awake from your slumber, unaware of how long you'd been gone for. Perhaps, you are just dead - arising in heaven, agent heaven.

But you did not see god or any biblical creatures - instead, Ameliya's red eyes met your gaze. You found yourself lying down on a soft, fluffly carpet, where your captive quickly sat up to examine your body.

Ameliya: "You. . . Okay?"

Her voice had genuine concern, disregarding the fact that you were once her foe. She crouched over, pinning you down as she observed you: you had bandages wrapped over, tight and secure.

Ameliya: "I w-was so worried- I-. . . I am just- g-glad, that you are back."

She gave a light smile, her cheeks rosy, her messy hair falling loosely like always, concealing her fair breasts underneath that moved up and down with each breath. She strangely looked. . . adorable in this position.