✍️ Write based on the line prompt above

Pain bloomed behind their mask, thrumming and pounding and sharp. The fog of unconsciousness fell quickly, awareness quickly pouring in. They sat up, hissing as more points of pain were made known to them. They tried to reach into their soul reserve to ease the aches, but they had used all of it already, had used it when...

Their head shot up as they realized what had happened, even when their wounds protested such a quick movement. They had to move, they had to intercept, before..before he was... they needed to protect him!

Footsteps echoed within the halls, and cold dread washed over them like a wave, like they had been standing for far too long in the City of Tears. They looked up to the source of the footsteps, meeting the expressionless mask of their kin. The one who had bested them, who had beaten them down to get to the one person they cared about most. If their kin was back...then..

"What... what have you done?" They demanded weakly, their voice raspy from their earlier shrieks, wavering in denial. But their sibling only looked on, silent and uncaring. The answer was all too clear and their thoughts broke into disarray. 'Please no he is the only one I have left the only one who has cared for me please no no no--!' 

Void bubbled in their sockets, a reservoir of grief, before their dam broke and tears poured out. Their vocal chords still managed sound, a pathetic keen that ripped out of them without their permission. The most important person to them was gone now. Taken away for some stupid plan, all for some king who needed pawns, all for gods that didn't care for the ones below them. So stupid and useless and everyone around them was dying for it.

Sadness turned to anger in quick succession, with the murderer so close, who stood and watched them breaking. They forced words out of their strangled throat to yell and blame, to do anything other than focus on the hole in their chest. "No! How could you! This path you take is folly and you sacrificed him for it! My father...my father..."

They mourned.

”Alright, are we all set?”

The Fairy Squad is about to face off their rival team for the next part of the trial. It won’t be easy, as their opponents have levelled up quicker than they anticipated. Eliza puts away her wand, tucked under her very mysteriously placed pockets in her dress. “Yes, I’m all ready! What about you Sencha?” She asked. There was no reply.

”Sencha?“ Grim pressed the question, walking towards Sencha’s side of the bed and pulls back the curtain. The ghost pokemon was nowhere to be seen. “Damn it... Did that brat went on his own again?”

”Oh don’t be too rough on him Grim! I’m sure he’s just waiting for us downstairs!” said Eliza, trying to assure Grim of her friend’s mischievous antics. She doesn’t even believe her own words, but at times like this, better to hope for something good when it comes to dealing with Sencha.

Grim sighs and shrugs off Eliza’s hand. “Ugh.. Fine,” she grunted.

Suddenly, sounds of things clashing and falling was heard downstairs. Eliza and Grim looked at each other. That did sound good.

They both rushed down to the main hall and finds a couple of the staff running around, seemingly running away from something. From the depths of the training room, comes out a small purple ghost boy wielding a giant sword twice his size. He was laughing maniacally. The ghost saw Eliza and Grim and waved happily to them.

”GUYS LOOK WHAT I GOT!!” Sencha said, waving around his giant sword too big in his hands. Eliza looks horrified and Grim simply looks to one of the staff members with absolute disappointment in her eyes.

"Alright, who gave him a weapon?"

          How should he behave? His superior and Pyotr Velikiy surely tangled into a complicated, yet strange situation. They are not rivals. Until the fourth Orlan ventures anywhere close to the subject of his second eldest brother, that is. 

          Oh, well. Although he didn't exactly come here as a presentative of his boss, he would keep his lips sealed regarding that topic then…

          Besides, he believed he had a partner in crime in this fleet under that regard. Someone who understood perfectly why this information is classified. Kosek, despite coinciding for just two years in the same fleet, was his friend. And after over two decades from the point of transferring, it was heartwarming to see an old friend still in a good shape, considered what terrible tragedy stuck their navy during the 90s.

          However, as said, it had been more than two decades. The Kamov had made dozens of friends in his new fleet with ease. Among them was a particular pain in the rear.

          Sidor Sukhoi, aka Su-33.

          Their verbal interaction came to a blow almost as soon as the aircraft unit made his appearance in Severomorsk main base. Kosek was also there and soon got caught in the heated exchange even if he came prepared to tackle this trouble, which always arises every time these two unique members of both Sukhoi and Mikoyan i Gurevich clans face one's another. While it was true Gavriil himself was rarely the one contributing aggression to the altercation, he never backed down either.

          “Bold of you to show your face here,” the MiG's blue eyes rolled at such childish taunting. For one, the brown-haired fighter jet wasn't the commander of the entire base. Second, without the order from the human commander, he had no business flying across Siberia all the way to near the border with Norway, just to 'show his face and irritate the Sukhoi' as he was being accused here.

          What a shame. He always got on well with the Sukhoi clan. Even the younger brother of this unnecessarily territorial Su-33.

          “Chilo. NO.” A firm voice from the least aggressive of trio intervened. The shortest figure of blond-haired Kamov wiggled to get out of a protective arm slung over his shoulders. By their responsibility, Sidor would guard the slower helicopter unit in combat. That shouldn't include 'his own war' with the MiG clan, though!

          Well, well. He might not want to fight with the 'local' jet to death, but adding some spice would still be fun.

          “Huh. Look at you.” Gavriil gestured toward the two. “Looks almost like a married couple. If it wasn't so clear androids like us couldn't comprehend romance… tsk, tsk.”

          That did the trick. And super quick. As Sidor almost launched himself for the older MiG's throat, a struggle ensued. With the poor Kamov trying to act as a feeble wall between them.

          “FOR THE LOVE OF- GAVRIK!!!” Oh yeah. Admitted, he felt terrible for his former fleetmate. The frame with uniform dominated by a neutral hue stepped back to distant himself from the livid 'bright blue monster'.

          “Sorry, Kosek” his facial expression displayed anything but remorse, still. 

          “If the 'married couple' clause alone can disturb you this much. Then, that means you're admitting you're not happy being viewed that way with Kosek.”

          Still fuming, Sidor bit the bait. Probably too eagerly.

          “So what? I prefer to know where my buddy is! And it's none of your business to have Kosek to yourself!” Shouted the agitated Sukhoi.

          “We're in the tight security inside a base now. Kosek doesn't need you to watch over him.” Gavriil's tone was stiff. “Unless you're telling me there's a security loophole here?”

          Gritting his artificial teeth, the allegation was rejected immediately. “Of course NOT!”

          “Then tell me why you feel the need to cling to Kosek all the time.” When it did materialize, the verbal punch from MiG unit was nothing short of brutal, “Being buddies during the middle of carrier task force is one thing, it still doesn't mean you own him.”

          Sidor's inorganic brain told him to formulate a comeback, to counter the question likely fueled by envy from his nemesis. None came to him.

          “Kosek?” Finally he searched for assistance from the buddy he trusted with his entire existence. Yet, the calmer Kamov didn't offer what the Sukhoi hoped for. Instead, in a whisper, “If possible, I'd like some alone time with Gavrik, please.”

          “What? WHY!!!” It was a full-blown shout at the longest-serving unit presented. No, the helicopter unit wasn't ready to allow his deep buried secret to resurface yet. Not in the presence of his old friend with Sidor still believed the relationship between them in the Northern Fleet is the strongest. To realize the MiG-31 he always regarded as rival knew something he didn't all along would shatter the Sukhoi when he grasped the truth.

          “Let's say… I got to know Kosek prior 1998. And there are stuffs we want to discuss as old friends.” Gavriil's words were harsh, but Kosek was grateful he kept the fleet name in secret.

          Prior to 1998… so that meant they knew each other even before he began his deployment in the navy. That revelation changed the Su-33's body language right away, with no way to escape the sharp observation of his buddy's hazel lenses, though no word uttered in response yet which seemingly a result from over-processing state inside the carrier-based fighter jet's system.

          “What Gavrik said is right. I met him before you came here.” As gentle as Kosek attempted, the reality he discovered was still too much for the Sukhoi android.

          “Well, excuuuse me for not knowing!”

          It was then that Sidor's passive-aggressive nature came to surface. Neither Kosek nor Gavriil were surprised, as they watched those legs stomped the ground, carrying the assuming 'losing' side away. From behind, two ex-colleagues from 1989 to January 1992 would have let out a noisy sigh if they were able to do it like humans.

          The hand under black glove from the slightly taller body placed on that shoulder vacated by the arm in white and blue telnyachka shirt minutes ago.

          “If finding out we met before his deployment pisses him off this bad, I sure won't look forward to the day he hears you originally served in the Pacific Fleet. It's going to be the hardest slap in his face. That he, born in the Far East, is never even a part of PF himself.”