F. Launcher

“Ah, so many beautiful bodies all gathered together. A beautiful sight, indeed. As if they were just there waiting for me...to blow them all away. Lock and load!” It is difficult for some women to be Launchers as it requires high stamina and endurance. Some claim that heavy firearms require a degree of physical stamina not found among females. The women of Empyrean prove them wrong. Intense training and sheer willpower have molded these women into brutal Launchers. While Female Launchers may not be able to carry heavy firearms as long as some of the men, they tend to be quicker on the draw. Many female Launchers are members of the Empyrean Government Garrison, the Launcher-driven elite group organized after the Three Year War during which the Empyrean Government was invaded by the Kartel for the first time. Rylie Minogue, who's known for her quick draw, and Erica Schumitz who's capable of handling various heavy firearms, are among the Launchers of the Empyrean Government Garrison. A great many Empyrean women aspire to follow their footsteps, but actually becoming a Launcher involves real talent, endless effort, and systematic training. Have all of my efforts been in vain? Will I really be able to save the Imperial Princess by crossing enemy lines like this? I am starting to lose my confidence. Sometimes the Heavy Firearm on my back feels entirely too heavy to carry. How can I even think with such weakness! I must continue to fight! It doesn't matter if these firearms break into pieces... hell, it doesn't matter if my body breaks into pieces. If only I possessed a stronger destructive power... Yes, a stronger weapon that could penetrate Middle Ocean and reach the Kartels! The ground is shaking. Is this a response to the desperate beat of my heart? What is this? What is this great weapon before me?! The blinding rays of destruction seem like they persist for eternity! Yes... I've finally obtained it. My efforts were not in vain! My heart rejoices with the reinforcement of this artifact. Let's go to war!! “ What weapon shall I wield today? ” “Alright, that settles this case. What’s next?” The Empyrean Commander in Chief urged his Lieutenant as he turned his gaze from pile of document. Among the virtues of highly valued soldiers in this endless war, ‘Speed’ is also included. Even with a talented lieutenant’s aid, there are many cases which require chief commander’s consideration, and in most of the cases, they are all urgent. However, there are limits on the amount of tasks a man can handle. Besides, for the Commander in Chief who commands the front line, time is even more brief. There won’t be a report that isn't urgent, but a report that was handed to the old general with priority was the document of request from the Empyrean Defense Corps. “It was sent from Zeldine. Let’s see, form a Mobile-Assault unit with Female Launchers, The training program is… You call this a training program, not a certain-death program?” As he was dumbfounded at the attached documents, he tilted his head with curiosity on the request of permission to provide the new weapon, OR-DX, to this unit. “They wouldn’t need my permission for just a weapon, do they? What’s the big deal about this weapon that brought this request all the way from the Empyrean Capital?” “OR-DX is weapon that was developed at the Optimus Factory, sir.” The Commander flicked his finger as he understood what was going on. “Aha. They are going to raze down everything.” “Are you going to approve, sir?” “Zeldine wouldn’t command the operation without reason, she would have requested it because she needed it. Besides, it’s an unit that survived this insane training. They deserve a reward of this magnitude to boost their morale.” “As powerful as it is, it will certainly be fast on oppressing enemies, but it could increase friendly-fire cases and civilian casualties. This weapon is……” It is lieutenant’s job to carry over his or her commander’s decisions, but it’s also important to provide advice from various angles before making a decision. However, the Commander who usually listens carefully to his lieutenant, cut his subordinate’s words short as if he had no time for this case. “I see what you are worried about, but the training they received tested their emotions and the ability to control their instincts. Besides, it’s not a time to waste such a powerful unit for just rear support. Go now and tell her that she has my approval.” “Understood, sir.” After his Lieutenant had left the barracks, Jackter Eagleeye, the Commander in Chief of the Empyrean Army, fiddled with his grayed beard as he was reading the next document. “It’s boring to see such powerful unit to be just called as ‘the 1st, 2nd Mobile-Assault unit’. It would be good if they had a special name…… What kind of name would be good? The tenacious unit that rages like a storm……” After a brief consideration, he smiled as he thought of the word he had just said. “Storm. Let’s call them the Storm Troopers. It’s a little heavy name for ladies, but if they want such a dramatic entrance, then I'll have to go along with it. Can’t wait to see the raging storms approach here.” “ What weapon shall I wield today? ” “Alright, that settles this case. What’s next?” The Empyrean Commander in Chief urged his Lieutenant as he turned his gaze from pile of document. Among the virtues of highly valued soldiers in this endless war, ‘Speed’ is also included. Even with a talented lieutenant’s aid, there are many cases which require chief commander’s consideration, and in most of the cases, they are all urgent. However, there are limits on the amount of tasks a man can handle. Besides, for the Commander in Chief who commands the front line, time is even more brief. There won’t be a report that isn't urgent, but a report that was handed to the old general with priority was the document of request from the Empyrean Defense Corps. “It was sent from Zeldine. Let’s see, form a Mobile-Assault unit with Female Launchers, The training program is… You call this a training program, not a certain-death program?” As he was dumbfounded at the attached documents, he tilted his head with curiosity on the request of permission to provide the new weapon, OR-DX, to this unit. “They wouldn’t need my permission for just a weapon, do they? What’s the big deal about this weapon that brought this request all the way from the Empyrean Capital?” “OR-DX is weapon that was developed at the Optimus Factory, sir.” The Commander flicked his finger as he understood what was going on. “Aha. They are going to raze down everything.” “Are you going to approve, sir?” “Zeldine wouldn’t command the operation without reason, she would have requested it because she needed it. Besides, it’s an unit that survived this insane training. They deserve a reward of this magnitude to boost their morale.” “As powerful as it is, it will certainly be fast on oppressing enemies, but it could increase friendly-fire cases and civilian casualties. This weapon is……” It is lieutenant’s job to carry over his or her commander’s decisions, but it’s also important to provide advice from various angles before making a decision. However, the Commander who usually listens carefully to his lieutenant, cut his subordinate’s words short as if he had no time for this case. “I see what you are worried about, but the training they received tested their emotions and the ability to control their instincts. Besides, it’s not a time to waste such a powerful unit for just rear support. Go now and tell her that she has my approval.” “Understood, sir.” After his Lieutenant had left the barracks, Jackter Eagleeye, the Commander in Chief of the Empyrean Army, fiddled with his grayed beard as he was reading the next document. “It’s boring to see such powerful unit to be just called as ‘the 1st, 2nd Mobile-Assault unit’. It would be good if they had a special name…… What kind of name would be good? The tenacious unit that rages like a storm……” After a brief consideration, he smiled as he thought of the word he had just said. “Storm. Let’s call them the Storm Troopers. It’s a little heavy name for ladies, but if they want such a dramatic entrance, then I'll have to go along with it. Can’t wait to see the raging storms approach here.”