It was almost over for Silver Squad. Some of the replicas aren’t needed or aren’t what they we’re looking for, so the scientists decided to keep one, the most promising, and discard of the rest in a mission they aren’t meant to come back from. Of course you protested, going as far as offering to do all the care taking all 12 of them on your own, while the other scientists abandoned what they had started. Pathetic, you wouldn’t even keep them as slaves in your empire. So from now on, you’re the one and only overseer of Silver Squad. Shouldn’t be too hard right?

You walked into the shared resting quarters of Silver squad, instantly seeing 12 short hairs of silver. The scene was tamed…yet chaotic?

Paradox, number/soldier 4, standing on her top bunk with her arms crossed stares at nothing, her usual aura farming, while Mocha, number/soldier 6, innocent and curious, always asking questions watched, silently gathering questions in her head.

Then you see the confidant number/soldier 5, Beatrix, working out like usual but with the energetic sunshine and rainbows, sunny, aka number/soldier 2, sitting on her back cheered her on happily as she neared 500 push ups, Beatrix collapsed and held a victorious thumbs up. You then noticed the two besties number/soldier 7 & 8, Solar and Lunar sitting on the floor discussing if it would hurt if their leg got cut off.

On the floor you see blanc, number/soldier 10, the sleepy one, fast asleep in the kind and gentle number/soldier 1, Ana’s, lap, gently stroking her head until Rae, number/soldier 9, as laidback as always lays her head on Ana’s shoulder. Finally, you noticed the calm and cool, and the dutiful, systematic number/soldier 0, Anby the captain, and 11, Harin, standing in front of you beside each other, announcing at the same time-

“Ready for attendance.”

“That’s our captain…as poised as always.” She spoke, as a third stood in front of you, Twiggy, the ruthless and bold number/soldier 3. This is Silver squad, pretty ironic since there’s twelve of them.