THIS SATURDAY! RAZOR HOCKEY CHAMPIONSHIP! MORE BLOODY! MORE NASTY! THAT'S RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS THE PHOBOS CHAINSWORDS PLAY THE BERLIN DIREWOLVES WITH EVERYTHING ON THE LINE!!

A buff wolf hybrid in red hockey power armour smashes a metal stick into a buzz saw puck which goes flying into a human player slicing his arm off as blood sprays everywhere “IT HURTS! AHHHH!!” He screamed as he flailed on the ground only to get his leg cut off as another player stakes over his wounded body.

THERE'S NO MERCY IN THIS CHAMPIONSHIP! MORE BLOOD! MORE VIOLENCE! MORE PAAAAAINNN!

A wolf hybrid player tries to dodge as a buzz saw puck  hits him in the chest burrowing into his chest and ending his life in a shower of gore.

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Miori Sugiyama lay in her open cockpit, legs up on the control panel as she watched the ghoulish commercial on her portable set “It looks so fake these days.” She huffed.

A voice called from below in the hanger “Hey, Miori! Get your ass down here, got some news for ya!”

She powered down the cockpit, turning the portable off as she floated downwards, landing gently on the metal flooring, her long wavy blonde dyed hair blowing due to the lowered gravity.

Miori was the last kind of person you would think of as a mobile armour pilot, having a deep tan on her skin, thick layers of facial make up with a modded black and gold flight suit “Leon, sup?” She gave off a wide smirk.

The man had black skin, light black hair going down to shoulder level and a brown Anzen Officers jacket with gold buckles while presenting an air of someone who was relaxed but experienced in his work.

“Sent a doll over to join us here on the Deimos front. Through words to the wise, her commissioner is a real piece of work, total fucking battleaxe.” Leon rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed, looking as if he had a bad time dealing with them himself.

The gyaru looking woman took the flat pad from Leon’s hand as she had a look at the personal file on screen “Annabelle Primrose? Oh wow, really going for the obviously pompous ass names here aren't they? Probably not her real one...Shit nineteen years old? Only just a kid really.” She mumbled.

An automated door to the aft section slide open as a small team of Anzen Security forces clad in black entered the hanger escorting a large one with glossy black hair gelled back, black officers overcoat with brass buckles, arm band bearing the company logo of Anzen. She loomed over the soldiers escorting her, a woman built like a brick shit house “Attention, as you understand, you have been assigned special units. You will not ask questions about doll units, you will simply follow the orders you where given.” The hulking middle aged woman's voice commanded everyone's attention.

Miori always suspected this was the Commissioner sent by the company to oversee the Doll units they had been assigned based on what Leon told her.

“My name is Commissioner Anniken Handegard, you shall stay out of my way unless you are ordered to work along side the assets.” Her voice boomed as she stood there holding her arms behind her back as she paced back and fourth looking over everyone in the hanger.

A young girl with blonde hair peaked from behind the door as Commissioner Handegards gaze laser focused on her causing her to feel nervous “Come, come and meet the pilots you will be working with Annabelle.” She ordered.

The girl entered the hanger wearing a shiny red gold trim pilot suit, hugging a soft doll in her arms, not the impression of someone that would be considered a soldier.

“Hello.” She meekly responded before Commissioner gave her a glare to shut her up.

Jackboots of the commissioner made more noise against the hanger floor than any of the mobile armours could while active “Remember she might not look like much to you but she is a perfect pilot, cut to perfection by Anzen science.”

The commissioner waved her hand as the ships captain Shota Inoue; stepped forward “Now that, that is out of the way you may as well know why we are out here over Deimos.” He addressed the pilots gathered as he pressed a button bringing up a red hologram showing the moon and a number of island colonies near by.

“It was originally the host of a small colony town known as New Goslar before a mining accident forced people to evacuate over six years ago and well the United nations interstellar commission has run out of money to sustain rebuilding the place.”

Leon put his hand “So I take it they've opted for privatization to wash their hands of the mess and recoup their losses?”

Captain Inoue rubbed his chin “You could say that but it is more of an old wild west situation, we're not the only ones here wanting to lay claim to the ruins.”

The hologram showed a ship near Island two: Charlotte which was one of the three cylinder colonies between Mars and Deimos.

Miori Sugiyama grimaced recognizing the make of the carrier as one of M.A.I.Ds ships as she had a number of skirmishes with them in the contested regions a year back “Ahhhh, those fucking stiff creeps are here, shabai!”

The captain turned off the display “We move out in three hours, dismissed!” He ordered as the pilots and hanger crew saluted.

Finally with the briefing being over, Miori returned to her Xel-Dragoon/02 to relax for a little bit before the operation “They where right about that commissioner, total short put champion and not the good type.” she puffed.

“Hello there, I saw you looking over when everyone was having that boring talk, have you met Miori?” Miori looked behind her as the blonde hair in ringlets and the red gold pilot suit had just appeared behind her.

She felt startled for a moment “You snuck up on me and wait what do you mean? I don't think we've like ever met.”

Annabelle Primrose held up the soft toy, it had big green eyes and white hair “This is Miori, she's my newest friend and helps me relax.”

That wasn't creepy at all, Miori thought “It's cute, I used to love collecting plush toys when I was a teenager, brightened up my shitty apartment back in the day.” She tried to break the ice and maybe redirect the tone of the conversation.

The girl hugged her doll and smiled “That's so sweet, you two have so much in common let's all be sisters ok?”

Her expression turned gloomy “Hmm, I better ask Veles first.”

“Who the hell is that?” Miori prodded.

Annabelle tilted her body left and right playfully as she answered “We fight together and Veles protects me so we're both part of one another.”

It was a waste of time to make sense of this draining conversation Miori thought as she would rather be touching up her make up right now or doing anything else than humoring a crazy young woman.

Once maybe there was a normal girl but the doll program once its work was done left something messy in it's wake. Miori was not clued into the companies darker operations but rumors did drip down from above.

Stories about mental grafts, intense hypnotic conditioning, neurorewiring, drugs, combat augmentions, all carried out from an early age on those forcefully drafted into the Doll program by Anzens scientific division[ASD].

Most pilots in the company did undergo psychomnemonic conditioning, hypnotherapy and basic cybernetic implant work but nothing like the dolls where put through.

Miori had some freedom, she had paid leave from work she could use, relationships, a life basically while those things where little more than property of Anzen Heavy Industries.

Thought about if the means where cheaper and less destructive...would the corporation do that to everyone? If you where compliant enough then why even pay you if you can just be brainwashed to love your superiors?

“Fucked up...” Miori shook her head as she snapped herself out of daydreaming.

She left the hanger heading into the aft corridor grabbing a handle by the wall as it moved pulling her along as her body floated in the low gravity. It didn't take long before she reached the lift going inside and pressing the button for the bridge.

The lift doors slide open to the large obsidian black bridge, red monitors on every side and screens lining the chairs at the front as the bridge bunnies worked away scanning the sector as they knew trouble would be arriving in due time.

Captain Inoue was sitting in his chair looking at his screen while the crew kept him up to data with the situation.

“I don't like having these freakshows on the ship, sir. Damn ASD people are taking over the place and this black ops stuff leaves a bad stink.” The voice came from a figure in a black officers jacket with blonde hair gelled back.

He was Marko a Corporal, callsign Glave.

While Miori didn't have a close relationship with him, she did know he was from Tartu in Estonia back on Earth, half decent mobile armor pilot who got his start running starfighters for the company.

“Squadron leader, Sugiyama! What brings you up here?” Asked a bridge officer with black hair cut to below shoulder length.

Her name was Gabrielle Beaufour and quite a cute little thing Miori thought to herself as she had a few flings with her when they had some shore leave together and that black and gold officers dress suit with the mini skirt certainly activated her gutter mind.

Miori shrugged “Eh, just killing some time before the op and I didn't want to be down there with the creepy girl.”

The bridge officer held in a giggle “You're too high strung, she's probably not that bad just a little strange is all.”

Leaning forward, Miori got a little too close to Gabrielle who could smell the mix of her heavy designer perfume and spray tan “Teehee, if you wanna talk about bad how about you be a bad girl for a change. Get yourself a nice tan like mine, do something with that hair and we could go clothes shopping next day we get time off.”

Gabrielle pressed her index finger to Mioris head and jokingly pushed her away “Pff, you just wanna recreate your old cliché from your school days.”

“Nah, just think it might suit you and all these limp dicked losers around me have no style. I just wanna hang with some like minded gals again.” Miori held her hands behind her head leaning on the wall behind Gabrielle.

She smirked “Sides, it's about freedom this look.”

“Freedom, to never grow up more like.” Gabrielle stuck her tongue out.

The captain looked moody as he had been watching the two “Squad leader, Sugiyama, stop fucking around and get back to work.” He ordered.

She stood and attention and saluted “Yes, captain, sorry!”

Alarms went off on the bridge as the ships computer picked up a proximity alert “Captain, their here.” One of the bridge crew spoke up.

A black ship was picked up on one of the viewing screens up front “Wildcat, Glave get down to the hanger and be prepped for sortie in case we need to engage.” The captain ordered as she saluted.

“Yes, sir!” Miori said making a bee line for the lift alongside Marko.

As the lift speed downwards she couldn't help but wonder about this operation, there had to be more than Anzen wanting to rebuild some shithole colony that went up in smoke, the fact the science division had sent them dolls was enough of a reason to suspect this operation was more than it seemed.

Ether way the battle for Deimos would begin soon enough.