[Slokais]

Nishioka Katsuro wandered the same hallways where he had been from 8:30 to 3:30 from age 12 to 15. His parents were administrative assistants for a Sansongian military firm known as Kenmichi working for the Xiomeran govermeant. Nishokia sweated in the white work coat that was standard issue for embassy workers. They still hadn't fixed the damn AC after all these years. He peeked into a classroom that had once been his, Year 8. He remembered walking in on his first day, the class turning towards him. The school rarely got new students as most came in together when a new office or building opened. The sound of distant gunfire brought him back to reality.

He called the embassy once again, this time getting an answer.
"We have about 200 or so kids here at the school, already ran into some Golden Blade outside"
"Can you hold your position?"
"Yeah, although more Golden Blade are pouring in, more are bound to come looking here"
"We can't spare anyone. We are dealing with our own insurgents right now"
At that moment Nishokia was looking at the desks standing in neat rows, pencil cases and calculators still resting on them
"Hold, going to try out a favor"
Nishokia rushed out of the room, turning left back into the library. Still walking quickly, Nishokia ran behind the checkout desk and into the reference room. Opening drawers
From outside, the librarian approached him "Excuse me?"
"looking for the yearbook from 2005-2006, any ideas?" he asked back still opening the creaking wooden drawers.
Finally, he reached a tall stack of yearbooks. Reaching in he pulled out a short, thin book looking as if it had been printed out.

Nishokia sat down at the row of computers, the entire room was now silently watching him.
"I'm trying to find someone," he said to no one in particular.
He typed in the name of his old friend, Tlacelel Shichiro. Tlacelel was born to Huenyan and Sansongian parents, holding dual citizenship.
Tlacelel was now working as the head of a small military contracting company called Protech. Digging further he found his or at least his office's contact information.
Nishokia quickly dialed the number, stepping outside of the library to take the call. An automated message responded
"Thank you for contacting the Office of Protech Sales, Please listen to our menu options as they recently changed.
Press 1 if you wish to purchase goods from Protech, connecting you to a service representative"
Press 2 if you wish to purchase our award-winning contracting service, connecting you to our resource office"
Press 3 if you are an employee of Protech and would like to talk with President Shichiro"
Nishokia pressed 3.
"You have pressed 3, is that correct"
"Press 1 if Yes"
Before the rest of the numbers could be listed off, Nishokia saw Golden Blade approaching the building. Still holding the phone to his ear, he rushed towards the entrance. Crouching behind a corner his gun drawn.
"Re-directing to the Office of President Shichiro"
"Come on" Nishokia said as Golden Blade burst through the doors.
Although he couldn't understand what they were saying fully, he thought he heard one ask
"Does the Samurai have a sword?"
"You are the one who watches too much Anime," the other said
At that moment, Nishokia burst around the corner, shooting at the first two Golden Blade as the rest came in.
"Nobody told me had a gun" he heard one of them yell
At that moment, he heard a female voice, human this time on the other end of his phone.
"Hello, I'm trying to reach Tlacelel Ixtil Shichiro," he said saying the middle name he saw in the yearbook
"Look, I don't know where you are sir, but you need to schedule an appointment"
"Tell, T-Cell I'm at HNSG"
"T-Cell? Mr Tlacelel is a respected businessman, I won't allow someone with-"
Nishokia turned lunging at the remaining Golden Blade with his sword, managing to cut the remaining ones in the lobby down.
He held the phone close again
"Hello"
"Nishiokia?" the voice on the other end said
"Oh, man Tlacelel it's been a minute. Look I need you to bring a couple of guys and a big transport plane right now to HNSG"
"Man, don't play like that you're not in Chuaztlapoc?"
He held the phone out to the sound of distant gunfire
"Why are you there, I fought you moved back to Fukagawa over a decade ago?"
"I work for the embassy" Nishokia responded as he re-loaded the gun he found with spare rounds.
"Damn, I got a spare transport I can give it to you, just don't scratch it up alright"
"I can't fly a plane"
"Well, find someone who does, your operation, your problem"
"Just tell your pilot to land on the HNSG backfield, you know the one where we used to play football?"
"Yeah, just hold down the fort for an hour or so"
"Okay, see you soon" he said

While waiting Nishokia called the embassy, apparently they were still hunkering down and were waiting on a ride out. He told them he got in contact with an old friend and there would be a transport plane coming soon. He convinced the embassy to head over to HNSG to also be airlifted out. Even directing them on a back way to the school.
"Even a Milinticar should be fine out on the roads" he assured them of the conditions.

Soon, a few dozen or so embassy workers pilled out of Bailey's. Nishokia ran outside to greet them. The city had become smokey with the various fires and explosions, he heard helicopters overhead. The evacuation of the city was well underway. Finally, a plane began to head towards them.
"Clear the area" he yelled.
As it approached, however, he realized it would be too small to fit all of them. Nishokia had pictured a transport plane, with an opening in the back. Instead, it was a converted mid-sized plane probably once used for regional flights by some airline. By the time all of the students filled out, he knew it couldn't fit all of them. Nishokia took a peak inside, maybe 80-100 seats not enough for a school of 150+ plus several dozen embassy workers.

Nishokia realized what had to be done.
"We have about 100 seats" yelling to the crowd.
Both embassy workers and students looked at each other as if they would have to fight someone to get on.
"Embassay staff plus, the younger students are going on this flight, then it will come back for the rest of us" he said
Students and teachers began to protest but Nishokia yelled.
"Hey!"
"We are all going to make it through this, I don't think these Golden Blade will be gone soon, but someday we will all return here. Saikoishi and all the pantheon of spirits are looking at us to stay strong"

And with that, the plane filled up. The elementary school and some middle school students were able to fit in with the embassy staff. As the plane began to take off, barely missing the top of a nearby house, Nishokia said a silent prayer. Until today, he was all but a gardener simply doing his job, today he was leading his countrymen and the students of a school he had once hated. He would get through this, they would get through this and all of Huenya would too.