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Name: Yuri Nagata
D.O.B: 780 A.S
Origin: Planet Junyo
Classified: K.N.F Officer Record
Raised in the humid conditions of Ishizuki, Yuris family worked for the 'new wave' fisheries under Samura. Their income was modest, and their diet mostly fish.
Yuri was quickly inducted into the lifestyle of the seas. Yuris parents ' Jun and Sato took their young son out with them from an early age to brave the squalls and tumult of the vast, unpredictable oceans.
Afforded a modest education, the bulk of Yuris education was vocational and came from hands on experience with sea faring vessels.
At fourteen, Yuri was a member of the sea cadets, and enjoyed the camaraderie and activity of shared discipline. Yuri took to sea-borne life well, and soon showed himself to be adept sailor and navigator.

One day whilst he and his fellow cadets were undertaking a navigation and survival exercise on a ship called the Mihari, Yuri had his first experience of piracy.

A corporate fishing vessel had been sighted below the horizon, a flare flew into into the sky. Being the only other ship in sight, the cadets made for the trawler. Upon closing with their target another smaller ship was revealed, moored to the trawler: its hull dark against the waves. Silhouettes of men could be seen lining the bow, waving their arms whilst the deck of the trawler lay deserted.
Sensing something was not quite right the captain ordered his men to arm and ready. The boys were ordered away from the sides and told to stay down.
The silhouettes on the smaller ship ceased their waving and disappeared into their cabin.

Suddenly a woman burst out onto the deck of the trawler, her distress clearly audible to the crew. The unmistakable sound of Gunfire erupted from the trawlers cabin, shots perforated the fleeing fisher-woman, sending brief ejections of blood out across the bullets line. Yuri watched in disbelief as the womans crimson spattered body fell to the deck.

A second later, similar gunfire sounded from the smaller ship, and shots raked the side of the cadets vessel haphazardly. Cadets threw themselves to the ground in panic, The captain began shouting orders for return fire as the boat was brought around . Moments of deafening chaos passed as officers lined the starboard side firing upon the small, dark, pirate ship.

The smell of cordite hung in the air, men fell on both sides: crisp uniforms marred torn with holes, red with blood. Yuri scrambled along the deck, finding himself next to a dead officer. With a moments thought, he envisioned their vessel overrun by malicious pirates who gunned down each of them casually, he saw little option but to pick up the dead mans rifle and return fire. He shakily aimed at the muzzle flash flaring from the pirate boat, and fired: the recoil sent jolts through his hands and down his arms; his shots scattered in a jagged line. Taking heart at their companions example, other cadets followed suit, and soon the flashes from the pirates become fewer, then stopped.

During the battle he had not noticed officers from the Mihari had boarded the trawler and were engaged in a fire-fight of their own with the pirate boarders. Yuri turned to his brothers and gestured 'Come on: for the Captain!' and the boys clambered across to reinforce the trawler, which was soon populated by gun-toting boys.

After what was probably the scariest experience of their short lives, the cadets stood alongside their tutor officers, sweaty, nervous and elated with their impromptu initiation. Pirate boarders lay dead around the cabins interior, where they had held their fisher captors. The officers looked upon their wards with new-found respect, grim faces acknowledging the metal of these surprising cadets.
The pirate bodies were shoved unceremoniously into the sea, the fishermen freed and treated for wounds. The one remaining pirate on-board the dark ship surrendered, was cuffed and thrown into the brig. The Mihari escorted the trawler back to harbour, with its crew of newly blooded recruits.

At eighteen Yuri was permitted by his parents to enlist as a true cadet: the navy would provide his food, lodgings and additional education in any number of apprenticeship programmes; which was appealing to a family without the means to elevate their sons prospects. On the recommendation of the captain of the Mihari, Yuri signed up to be a marine and started his career in the navy.

A.S 818, Planet Honshu, Nara Island. Ten days before the Tau offensive.

A Kenjutsu tournament takes place in a small sports arena. Several rings span the width and breadth of the hall. The crowds murmuring noise combined with the snap of wood and the attack screams of competitors, fills the cavernous room.

It is the preceding round to quarter-finals, in one ring to the north Nagata struts confidently opposite Takahashi. His last opponent fell within three minutes and was not a terrible competitor.

Mikako affixed her men (面) or mask, and gauged the man before shouting across the ring 'you strut like you have already won, marine.'
'Bow out now lady, there is no need to get hurt.' Yuri chuckled.
'You talk big for a wet-rigger.....boy.' Mikako used the offensive slang for Junyo folk, common with regionalist bigots.
'Wet....!? You will regret the insult miss.' Yuris face flushed as he forcefully clasped his mask and took stance.
'You will look up at me from the flat of your back.'
'I will teach you not to underestimate a marine, woman.'
and with that the referee signalled match start.

Angry and vengeance hungry, Nagata voiced his kiai and advanced quickly, his attacks scything left and right ' demanding ground be given. Mikakos face was still beneath the cage as she evaded and pivoted right. She took the opening and landed a quick strike, Nagata spun to see two judges raise flags. He could swear her heard the woman giggle amongst the noise of the crowd.

He forced himself to contain his anger 'A schoolboy error, being baited like a beast. I will not make the same mistake' he resolved. Stiffly taking his place for round two. He watched the woman quizzically tilt her head, before changing her stance and grip.

The pair circled each other, this time feinting and shifting, parrying blows with increasing frequency. He did not hear the crack until he was already falling backward through the air, his helmet men-gane (面金) or grille crushed and bent to his head. The concussion carried him from his feet, and for a moment darkness enveloped him.

*****

Takahashis room, Tower Michi-five, level six hundred and thirty four.

The solar filters dimmed the sunset to a dark golden droplet which gently slid the length of the sheer window.
Mikako climbed off the man beneath her as the pair caught their breath.
'...see! I told you' a giggle carried her jest to the man next to her.
'Hai! And not half as unpleasant as I expected.' Nagata retorted.
Mikako swung a pillow at the man half-heartedly and gave a satisfied sigh.
'You almost make me forget what awaits us Yuri.'
'Right now, it is just you and I and the Sun. Forget the rest, if only for this moment.'
She lay across his torso, his left arm encircled her as the pair gazed wonderously at the sinking sun.
In the blissful quiet of each others company, Yuri mused on the woman beside him and thought back to their fight.

*****

Back at the tournament hall on Nara Island. Ten days before the Tau offensive.

As he opened his eyes and awakened he saw Mikako extending a hand down toward him, half-grinning 'My last three did not land a blow: you did well Nagata-san.'
Still dazed, Yuri weakly took the offer and was hauled to his feet.
'I think this is stuck to my head' he gestured at the metal-grille 'could you...uh..'
Mikako braced against Yuris shoulder as she reached in with her left hand, bending the metal outward, back into rough shape.
'Bu....You could not....'
She jokingly wagged her left index finger 'Know your enemy Nagata-san' she gently chided.

*****

On first appearance, The woman laying next to him had seemed like an inferior opponent: physically weaker and impetuous. But she has sized him up and played on his weakness, she had reminded him of the sometimes wondrous deceptions of life and its chaos. As he unmindfully stroked his fingers up and down her left arm, he wondered what other secrets this woman might reveal to him.

Since the offensive on Tekagis Arch – Yuri Nagata had been infected by an Incubi and quickly began infiltrating Kusari naval command. The host had been an easy choice: its relationship with the leader afforded it access, protection and legitimacy.
The Nomads desire to infiltrate each of the houses military had been initiated. Nowhere would be outside of their control.

Every Incubi grows into the knowledge of its objectives: Infect and dominate the host, Survive, Successfully infiltrate the colony, and to execute the orders of the mind-share. Avoiding detection for as long as possible. The Incubi inside Nagatas body had, of course, more specific instructions: starting with reducing threats to the collective around the Omicrons, Sigmas and Kusari itself.

The humans were already turned on themselves and headed toward larger conflict, provided that ridiculous concepts like peace did not take hold.

This Incubi was to play its part in ensuring that tensions with liberty did not subside. It also had opportunity to draw the blood dragons away from nomad territory whist thinning their numbers.

Given the level of integrated contact that linked Kusari with Rheinland and Gallia it would also serve as spawning ground, allowing the incubi to proliferate throughout the other human castes.

* * * * * * *

Few were as close to the Kusari military woman as this one. One other of the invaders had exhibited a significant connection with her – but this one had been chosen: the mind-share recognised the value of opposing genders.
The nomad collective and therefore the Incubi inside nagata were satisfied with their situation – with the exception of having to perform the 'disgusting farce' of human mating.

* * * * * * *

It was alone with the Bakuryo-cho taru kaisho in Nagatas room. The womans strange body language, their setting and the hosts memories all indicated that the pair would have to actually couple. The Incubi could scarcely believe it had to engage in such a primitive, messy act with the female sack-of-mostly-water.

Information deemed necessary by the share detailed sexual operation on a mechanical level – the share did not bother to convey other memories of past sexual experiences. The Incubi conveyed disgust that returned only silence – the share obviously distant from the situation.

To maintain the charade, the Incubi resigned itself to the moment and moved nervously toward Takahashi.

Suppressing a giggle the female spoke “What is wrong Yuri?” she gestured to his hands which visibly shook.
It looked to its clumsy manipulating limbs, the human was right – for the first time its control had slipped. The hands should not be shaking: some level of its disgust or panic must have been unmasked – it spoke its next reluctantly “It's just...I love you so much Mikako – I fear each day might be our last together..” it acted.

The woman smiled at it sympathetically and opened her arms, her underwear sliding down from her shoulders, revealing naked flesh. 'Once-Nagata' stripped its own clothes, attempting to make the hosts movements appear eager – contrary to its own desire.

It could feel the heat palpably as their proximity grew, noticing her scent. She smelled like an on-duty officer: she had not washed for a day and been confined in a tight uniform whilst active. The animal stench of reheated stale sweat filled its olfactory senses, almost inducing nausea in the host. Their bodies made contact, the faintly greasy, pliable dermis clammily peeled from each other as the pair shifted and writhed.

* * * * * * *

All the while, locked in some small inconsequential collection of neurons – the consciousness of Nagata could only look on in horror. He tried to scream: to warn Mikako, but found no voice. He watched the creature paw over his lover whilst feeling its disgust, he grew sick.
His ship, position, life and now lover had all been stolen from him whilst his last spark struggled in vain.

Nagata had used this hosts relationship with their leader to ensure his dominance. It had arranged for her assassination, and taken her place, immediately diverting and re-assigning threats thats specifically targeted nomads.

Effectively dismantling the 66th had been no easy task, and in the end proved impossible without government support. However, the collective was satisfied with their agents success at reducing 66th effectiveness significantly, without drawing unnecessary attention.

Perhaps it was some residual effect of the host, perhaps it was just intuition – but the creature called Nagata could not dismiss the operations of Sakamoto. For months the admiral had relentlessly pursued his impossible search, and invited the possibility that his search was not so ridiculous. Perhaps the female Takahashi had somehow survived?
It was Nagata who had placed the pistol and its one-round in her escape-pod, It which had stripped her extra consumables. The shares past knowledge of her suggested that would be enough.

Nagata had seen the attack replayed, as if witnessed with its own mind. Calculations had been made, timing had been perfect, optimal firing patterns had been employed, sizeable wreckage had been annihilated. For moments the information had to be analysed before the collective relayed back their findings. A series of possible telemetry paths and potentials filled Nagatas vision, almost overwhelming the hosts primitive senses. The chances of human surviving were technically negligible, still, the possibility existed: and the human Sakamoto believed it a certainty.

* * * * * * *

The creature called Nagata had become affected by the limitations of host, it had to acknowledge that paranoia might be a factor. It suspected that exhaustion was the source of the error: it had not let the host sleep, using every hour of time and large quantities of food to maintain its investigations. Still the host had not gained weight, but become more drawn and pale.

It had taken a risk regardless, and sought allies for its next step. Where it had succeeded with Hijikata, it had failed with Shimizu, and knew that ripples of suspicion could return as waves. Time had become short.

Weeks of laborious data investigation had yielded results, it had been right: the female lead-human might well have survived. Faint signs of what could be a K.N.F black-box signature had been revealed, if she was alive – she could be tracked.

If Takahashi returned she could threaten its position, undoing the work of the past standard year. It envisaged what the woman would do – suspicious and angry she would recall the 66th units and begin medical checks throughout the fleets. She might even suspect Nagata itself. This was an unacceptable scenario – there was too much at stake to let the human survive.

The rebels had been escaping in small groups toward Tau space, but their encryption was old now, new protocols had cycled, leaving their signal exposed.
It had been a matter of time, perhaps too much time: but the rebel rally point had been identified.

The creature called Nagata would be rid of these troublesome humans once and for all: securing this position for the share and executing the original mission.

Strike wings moved in on the signal as Sakamoto's rebels fled their nest. Nagata was disappointed: its plan to take them discreetly and unprepared had failed. Somehow, the Rebels knew they were coming.

Sakamoto's men had already begun to flee Shikoku, primary wings would not be able to catch them. Positions were relayed, new orders issued, and the remaining forces at Kyushu moved to intercept the rebels at the Tau jump hole.

Ferocious as the animals they were evolved from, the rebels tore at the final blockade to devastating effect. What had been a significant, heavy defensive-contingent had only succeeded in delaying the rebel flight. Nagata could barely believe what it saw as radar markers disappeared. Frustrated, it watched from its safely fortified position in Honshu, as its quarry tore their way out.

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Now beyond control, the rebels could reach out to foreign humans – a scenario fraught with its own dangers. Beyond the lines, they had become a foreign problem, still a factor certainly: yet not a direct threat.
Blindly following the Rebels into contested territory would be strategic folly, it would take time, reconnaissance and diplomatic games in order to even consider such a mission, that promised no guarantee of success. Ryoma was likely to return, but until then Nagata could turns its attention to more tangible problems.

The young human – Harutsuki, had been elusive. The possibility that she had been in contact with, or looking for Takahashi was small, but could not be ignored. If she was somehow communicating with Mikako, her rebel allegiance would be without question.

The creature named Nagata could barely understand the humans concern with the young ones age. Such brief lives, what did a few orbits matter to them? Its host had been right, the Kusari humans could use more pilots, but they would deal with foreign help instead.

The treaty had been signed, Rheinland forces visiting Honshu should allow Das Wilde and the Iseijin a little more room to manoeuvre. Of course the arrangement would take its toll in either house infrequently, some days might be harder for its brethren, others easier: it was simply a matter of timing. It had been a necessary step to gauge the level of Rheinland intelligence.

An emissary had been sent to the Gas Miners Guild, the product of a long process begun before Nagata attained control. The tension between the Guild and Kusari was obvious, perhaps even more so now since the Kanzler and Nagata had made their deal.

Its signing of the treaty had drawn more than a few baleful stares, but that was expected: the Kusari-flesh clung to pride and isolation.
The humans were occupied, off-balance as they second-guessed each other and their nearest force of war. Time expanded with possibility.

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