27092115581895342.3 KZZT! In that moment, five brave warriors were born. Compared to the newness of the moment, the vagueness of the past made reflection a difficult proposition. The five of them had been... called here, to the teacher's lounge. Students weren't allowed in there, but it was important, the announcement had said. Funny that no one else had heard it, just them. And once gathered, the lights had dimmed and a cascade of pixelated color rained down through the ceiling to form a three dimensional image of... "I am pleased to hear it," announced the woman in front of them, in her perfectly pitch-modulated voice. She did look like a woman, though certainly not one of flesh and blood. There was a faint transparency to her, and a flicker whenever she moved. But she appeared far more human than not, especially considering what she had told the girls- about herself, and otherwise. But what all had she told them? That too seemed cloudy, but piercing the haze revealed an incredulous tale of an alien attack on their city. Srade, she'd introduced herself as. A sentient spaceship who had chased after the forces of her ancient archrival- the vile daemoness Lesadra- across the galaxy. And their next battleground was to be Central City, as evidenced by the growing violence spreading across the city. "I know I ask much of you," she had pleaded, "but I truly do need your help. In our last battle, my ship-body was heavily damaged and I was forced to withdraw. That's how Lesadra got her head start, and that is why I have come to you for assistance!" She had also mentioned something about choosing them as the most appropriate champions to defend their civilization... based on intercepted broadcasts of popular media, as well as an analysis of the girls' social networking profiles. Now she looked at each of them for a moment, as if evaluating their conviction. It was clear from her pained expression that she carried some shame about coming to these five young girls with such a hefty request. "The fight ahead of you will not be an easy one. You will have to face those afflicted by Lesadra's dark magic, twisted by the Madness into agents of destruction. And those are but pawns in her cruel game; your true opponents will be her corrupted vassals, her Seething Daughters. They will work to undermine your efforts and spread chaos until..." The glowing woman was getting ahead of herself and her expression showing an element of pessimistic foresight until she took a moment to recalibrate, shaking her head with an apologetic smile. "Well... until we stop them, of course!" They had already agreed, had been taken by the flash of light that seemed to ignore eyes and pierce to their very core. Nothing appeared to have changed outwardly, and yet everything was different now, and they could all feel it. "I've used the last of my resources to repair my matter transmitter and synchronize your biosigns. I noticed each of you already has a bit of artificial circuitry inserted into your hands...? I took the liberty of upgrading them- I hope you don't mind. They will function exactly as before, but in addition they can now be used to summon a suit of powerful armor, your Cyberframe. With it you will be able to face the enemies of your city, and help me fight back the evil threatening your world!" she vowed solemnly, then blinked. "Though I probably should not have interrupted your classes like this, your concentration on your studies for the rest of the day might suffer as a consequence..." She appeared to think about this for a moment, before realizing she was drifting off and glanced back up with sudden realization. "Oh! Forgive me, I've been talking so much... I know this is a lot to take in but... did you have any questions for me?" It was only fair, though perhaps a bit late, considering they'd already promised to fight a cosmic horror and its dark champions. Wow, quite an interesting crowd, huh? Two freshmen, two classmates, and all of them were fresh-faced, justice-minding individuals who totally took this at face value and were pretty much enamored by the idea of saving the world in armored exoskeletons. Good for them. For them, it was obvious that saving the world was, in itself, compensation for the time spent and the injuries sustained. But for Yu-Ri? She needed something more. Crossing her slender legs and curtsying slowly, the raven-haired girl said, "We will be compensated in food and money for our deeds, yes or no?" Knowing how to use Cyberframes was irrelevant. Knowing the enemy was irrelevant. Given enough time, she can pick all these things up. But when it came to one's pay? That's what you discussed before doing anything. Those other girls probably didn't do that, because they never had to work in order to live.