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Ahren looked at the ceiling with a tired look on his face. His body felt heavy as he sat on a rough bed. Days without without sleep will do that to you. He leaned his head to his left and tried to loosen the tightness of it. No dice. It didn't help that the contacts rubbed uncomfortably against his eyes. He needed them on though. To not was to lose his sanity. He stood up slowly and stretched. After he was adequately awake by standards that could mean, "as awake as a dead war veteran," he started to get dressed. He put on his tailored suit. The suit of Panic. He watched Zero on the world stage flaunting a cumbersome looking outfit that looked as ridiculous as a Three Stooges haircut. Panic on the other hand... Panic was dressed in a royal looking blazer that had obvious Britannian influence. It was pure white with black and red detail. The pants were pure black and made of a synthetic, that was pitch black and tight, while giving the Illusion of loose comfort. Lastly was the mask. While Zero's gave off an obvious need for attention Panic's was more symbolic to his character. It was a Raven. The embodiment of sin. He was free as a bird to do whatever he pleased. Anything in the world. The red visor covered his power in place of his contacts to his pleasure. Fully dressed, once he slipped on his black boots, he went to meet with his Kin before they set out into the world to take the stage again. He walked through the halls as Panic. His organization ran smoothly. The Nephilim walked through the apartment building leased by the E.U. with ease and familiarity. They acknowledged that Panic needed privacy until he spoke to them. He knocked on the door three times and slipped in quickly as the door opened silently.


"Why hello gentlemen. Fear, Dread your looking well." He said noticing neither had their masks on yet. No reply... "Big day today. We have been accepted by the E.U. and our plans for the world get set into motion." He said quietly. "Yes I guess we do. And we declared war on the world..." Dread said in a melancholy misdemeanor. They all looked at each other for a long moment. "What's our first move?" Fear interjected. Blunt but a good conversation starter. "I think the course of action is very obvious Fear. We have been accepted. We take Damnation and a few battalions to 11 and help weed out the Black Knights. " Panic said as Dread and Fear got into blazers of their own. Fear spoke first. "But isn't Britannia involved in that right now? We are against them." He stated pulling on his dove like mask. Dread rolled his eyes as he slipped on his falcon version of the mask motif scheme. "Yes. That doesn't mean we have to avoid our objectives all together though. Britannia can be as occupied with the Black Knights as they want. If we help its a two against one scenario. Than we turn on Britannia. We were never allies." he scoffed. Panic closed his eyes. The action was hidden by his visor but it was implied. "That's correct. With our Knightmare Frames being built in Razial under Sputnik, and funding from the E.U. thanks to Rose, we are as ready as ever to kill the Black Knights. However, we don't attack Britannia however. We use Britannia as a pawn to Liberate the Motherland. After the Fed is taken care of the Empire will crumble by our collective strength." he said confidently. Truer words were never spoken. "We have been appointed as Gods gentlemen. Today the Fallen rise to cause other to fall in their place. The Nephilim will not crumble in the test of time as all the inhuman empires will. We are angels with sin and we shall exploit that very nature to the point of victory." Panic declared. They filed out of the room and went to the Damnation. They went in only to be flown to Japan. They were about to be recognized by the world. (Exit to Area 11 Japan)