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Aoi Kunieda
邦枝葵

Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 12th of July 788 A.S
Place of Birth: Kyoto Base, Chugoku System
Place of Residence: REDACTED
Affiliation: The Order

Appearance:

Height: 1.78 meters
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Black
Distinguishing Remarks: A scar across her mouth an aftermath of a slit; usually covered with makeup. Prosthetic left eye.

Biography:

Born a woman raised a man, the unwanted female child to a rather regressive little family on Kyoto was brought to life. Discontent with the gender of the child, her parents raised her as a boy and later as a man. Often assigning her dirty hard labor or work that would in most cases require masculine traits or build to complete. This treatment meant that she’d often get beaten when she didn’t perform as required of her. Due to her personality as a child, she had trouble indulging into girl groups, instead she found herself in male-dominated circles. Her femininity was almost lost.

Blood Dragons

The young woman soon became a fully-fledged fighter pilot in the fighting force once she became of age. Spending more time away from the rather hostile environment with her family on Kyoto certainly helped develop her personality further. Initially, the Dragon recruit ran escort with Dragon smuggling and supply convoys through Kusari, steering away from the more dangerous operations and areas of the Dragons like Tohoku. Yet, being the curious person she is, she needed to know more about it.

It took quite a bit for her to reach a rank where she was permitted to entrance into Tohoku and gain access to now-unrestricted information. She was stunned by the results, but also made very much more curious and interested. She was dispatched to Ryuku where she participated in both offensive and defensive operations in the infected-infested system. Often finding foreign ships assisting Dragon forces in their operations. Later it appeared to her that those ships belonged to the Order. An Organization she had only heard off through news articles and through looking up their leader Casper Orillion - whom she held at a high regard.

The Order often did some scouting for Dragon pilots and soldiers of potential and offered them a place within their ranks; and Aoi was lucky enough to be one of those. She had the dedication, discipline and hatred for the Order’s archenemy, the Nomads.

It was time to pack up and leave on another endeavor with a new cause.

The Order

An Order shuttle picked up the new recruits and departed from Ryuku to the Omicrons, passing through the Order’s home system Mu. The shuttle landed on Akabat where Kunieda and the handful of other recruits were brought into a planet-side training center where they were held up for a few months. The initial training period was prison-like, prohibited outside communication, intense daily training on both psychological and physical aspects. The Dragon recruit barely managed to get through it without dying or dropping out.

In the end, she managed to leave the facility both alive and as fully-fledged Order operator with what remained of the recruits. The Omicrons sector was a wild place that she had never expected to visit, she never thought she would see her ambitions come true. Operative Kunieda was assigned her Nepthys soon enough and was dispatched to Battleship Atum operations which had been at the time located in Alaska.

Existing within a multicultural and multinational society like the Order’s certainly improved Kunieda’s personality and regained some of her lost femininity. Finding both new friends and allies as well as enemies and rivals. She took her decision to apply to the Order primary fleet short of 2 years after her recruitment and was accepted. Assigned back to the Omicrons by Overwatch directives, she continued to indulge into anti-Nomad operations as well as anti-Core, a rival organization to the Order who has also been partially to blame for the Toledo disaster.

Overwatch

Aoi rose through the ranks of the Primary fleet like a hot knife through butter, gaining both the respect and trust of those above her and below her. After a service of dedication and performance she earned her seat within the Overwatch right under Michal Gonaski’s command. She had various responsibilities to fit in as a colonel of the Overwatch, spearheading and organizing covert and overt operations, mostly remaining within the Omicrons sector.

It was evident that the more she spent with the Order and the more she advanced, the more disappointed she got. The Order became nothing like what she had originally seen and imagined; funding civil wars, terrorist organizations under the mantle of nomad war efforts and indulging into conflicts that do the Order no good. Something had to change and she saw no end to it within the Overwatch.

Providence

She departed from the Overwatch and fell in contact with other discontent operatives and worked on seeing a solution to the current situation of the organization. The most suitable answer to the standing problem was to form a cell or force that would act purely within the Order’s interest of safeguarding humanity, a force that was more aligned with pre 800 A.S Order.

With power comes corruption, she knew that well enough to not repeat the mistakes of current-time Order. Task Force Providence was formed under her leadership, taking Battleship Atum in Inverness as their primary F.O.B. Refraining from extending in manpower and firepower unless necessary. The cell gained the support of various Order elements and non-Order elements that otherwise assumed an aggressive stance towards the Order.

Providence now remains until the time it’s re-activation is called upon.

Betrayal

Tap. Tap. Tap. Boots clack the floor of Thebes' metallic flooring as five Order pilots walk the hallway towards the battleship’s hangers. Two of the operators donned different cell insignias than the other three, Aoi Kunieda being one of the later three. Silence remained through most of the walk until it was broken with a mild sigh “I understand the importance of this mission, but why did ask for my cell’s cooperation on this joint-operation and why -me- specifically?” Aoi uttered the question that has been plaguing her mind ever since operation briefing ended.

“Your cell is one of the very few we can entrust with this operation and you know why. Besides, you’re a native. The Dragons will most likely trust you in case things go sour.” The commander of the other cell’s pilots responded with a comforting smile. The confused operative just stared at the other for a moment before looking ahead again “Whatever.”

The group reached the hanger and each boarded their own vessel respectively, Aoi stretched her arm as it reached the ladder’s handle before she lifted her foot and proceeded to climb, only to stop briefly before entering the ship, looking intently at the rest of her rather shady squadron. Her guts told her that there’s something fishy about this but had no intention of backing down, the proof they presented was too real to ignore. The risk of this operation never seeing light or failing is high, or so she thought.

Aoi sat down on the pilot seat before donning a helmet on her head and strapping it to the rest of her suit. She exhales deeply before placing her hands on the controls. The silence inside the ship was broken by the muffled humming produced by the Bastet’s engines and powerplant coming to life. “Thebes control, this is Order Faroe 1-1, requesting launch approval.” she proceeded to talk through the communicator, receiving confirmation only a few seconds later. Her hand rested on the yoke while the other on the throttle handle. The ship ascended slowly as it gained a few meters distance from the ground - enough distance to allow for a safe accelerated launch. Her hand pushed the throttle forward as the ship accelerated towards the exit of the hanger into space.

The five vessels assumed formation and proceeded to cruise away from Battleship Thebes, the waypoint system indicated Tohoku as the final destination of the trip, a place she hasn’t been to for a couple of years. Minimal chatter was the ‘topic’ of all conversations through the trip, which in general would have been to Aoi’s liking. Yet, this time it wasn’t as much; The general aura around this whole ordeal was iffy and not very comfortable, silence was the best thing to do in this case, she thought to herself, paying closer attention to where her wingmates lined up.

Upon reaching their final destination in Tohoku, an empty spot not so far away from Heaven’s Gate, her scanners registered a lone Blood Dragon fighter and multiple Naval Forces fighters idling at the spot without any trace of Blood Dragon ships or wreckage “Hostiles-” she attempted to mutter before being interrupted by a scream and explosion, she takes a look at her right only to find the nose of a Nepthys floating right in front of her cockpit. Her hands froze in place at the sight, it was all but a ruse, yet the proof that came forward was very compelling to believe.

“Do not resist the light.” a Kusarian muttered calmly to her before all ships roamed around hers. The Order ships that had previously been with the squadron simply vanished without a trace of their destruction. Aoi Kunieda was now surrounded by pilots of the Hanta Isejin with no sign of any force that could save her. It was over. She knew that very well. Shocked, afraid and with little to no hope, she gathered whatever was left of her determination and engaged the hostiles, only to fall shortly after.

Captured

It’s been a few hours since the incident, the captured Order operative would slowly regain consciousness only to find herself strapped to a bed in what seems to be a medical ward. The sound of air ventilation and filtration is interrupted by the noise of the door sliding open as two Kusarians - a military personnel and another wearing a white coat enter the room.

“Miss Aoi Kunieda..?” the doctor asked with a comforting smile, a fake one perhaps. The tied up operative kept her silence as she maintained no eye contact whatsoever with any of them, her hands slowly attempting to break free. In vain, however, and she knew that there’s no escaping whatever will be coming next for her.

“Don’t resist. The more your resist the more painful the process will be for you and the more time it will take.” she continued before nodding her head to the personnel next to her. The said person moved closer to the captive, holding her head firmly into his palms as he looked at her - examining her. “This will not do. Your mouth is too small.”

“We can do the process through surger-” before the doctor could compete whatever she wanted to say, Aoi’s mouth was slit open. “You never wait. We don’t know if she’ll survive the process with that.” the doctor replied. The previously shaking scared captive now screamed at the top of her lungs in agony. Her bloodied jaw dropped, allowing for more room for the infection process. He held her head into his palms once again as an incubus ascends from his mouth into hers, infecting her.

A few moments later the incubi would return to its host as Aoi would continue screaming in pain. The man looked at the amused doctor briefly as he wiped his mouth with the tip of his thumb “Clean her up. She’ll survive.” he muttered before leaving the room. The doctor remained by her side, watching the process.

Sickness and pain were the only two feelings that she felt through the process, luckily for her she managed to lose consciousness shortly into the process.

Dream. Nightmare.

Like an empty husk, Aoi would open her eyes to find herself weightlessly drifting in space, a burning Toledo right in front of her as a battle resembling the Battle of Toledo brews on. She tilts her head sideways as she inspects the surroundings. A multitude of Order and Core ships battling out in orbit, explosions left and right. Her limbs felt dead as she had no ability to move them whatsoever, the only thing that was permitted for her to do was to sit idly and watch as if it were a movie.

Projectiles barely miss her only to hit a fighter causing it to lose control and explode close to her body. The explosion released a shockwave that pushed her away, eventually slamming into the metallic chassis of a battleship: Isis. She spots another body drifting, wearing an Order uniform his back facing towards her. It slowly rotates towards her, eventually revealing Orillion. The man silently shook his head before a projectile from an Order fighter pierced the body, guts and flesh splattering everywhere, covering her as well.

Aoi screamed. Silently. Freezing in awe and shock as she saw her role model turn to nothing but scraps of flesh. Next, she gazed at her side, spotting what seems to be a replica of herself wearing a torn Order uniform staring her continuously, the replica stretched both of its arms towards trying to hold her before a strong white flash appears from far away quickly reaching them.

The replica evaporates before everything turns white. She opens her eyes once again, now Nomad ships fly around a green Toledo with what looks to be a civilization has taken place. No traces of any destruction or lava on the planet. Peaceful and beautiful was the least she could think of to describe the scenery.

Aoi puts a mild smile with an exhale of relief before it fades to black.

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