Hello everyone taking time to read this,

Thank you for taking time to read what I've written. This story is quite long, and very detached from the actual Freezing storyline. It is loosely based, but heavily inspired by Freezing. It is set in a different world, with a different protagonist. The biggest thing I wanted to use was the characters themselves and a bit of the science behind the world of Freezing. Other than that the world, protagonist, and a lot of the plot is of my own design. Thank you again for reading!

Freezing

Novaborn

"Why is it always you? Why can you not let someone else stand and stay with me?"

"In this world, at this very time if you don't stand for something, then you'll fall for anything."

CHAPTER 1

The Interceptor's rotors slowed into a low idle speed shortly after touching down. As the preferred mode of military transportation in the world the machine itself was a marvel. Capable of vertical takeoffs and landings, speeds of 150 kmph, and boasting a wide array of weaponry it was easy to be impressed. Its development came after the military needed the maneuverability of a helicopter, but still the armaments and speed similar to that of a jet. Within a few years' time the snub nosed troop transport and fighter called the Interceptor was born. The wheels below had touched down on the hard concrete of the landing pad just moments ago. The co-pilot looked back nodding at the single passenger seated behind him. The passenger, a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties raised a hand in acknowledgement and reached out sliding the side door open. Sunlight washed into the transport and he briefly shielded his eyes letting them adjust to the sudden light. He grabbed his bag and stepped off the vehicle hearing its rotors spin back up preparing to leave.

"Varen? Varen Askiligar?" A girls voice called out from up ahead a short distance. The man set his bag down as he approached two girls standing side by side. The Interceptor lifted off and pulled away towards the facility he had just arrived at. The sound of its engines growing faint with each passing moment.

"Yes ma'am, Varen Askiligar of Middleheim." The man responded standing straight saluting the girls ahead of him. He recognized the emblems on the right shoulder of each girl. A purple circle with a black Aquila in the center accompanied by the words Genetics. This was the emblem of those who attended West Genetics in the country of Asakura. They were dressed identical in what he assumed was the facilities uniform. A long sleeved deep purple top with white trim along the cuffs and neckline. A skirt with the same color and trim fell to just above their knees. Black flats and white stockings completed the uniform.

"No need to be so formal. Although a military facility first and foremost this is a school. A school that we all attend so please feel relaxed and comfortable above all else." One of the girls answered smiling. Varen estimated that both the girls could be no older than 16 or 17 in age. That would make him no less than six years older than them. He lowered his hand from his salute and relaxed a bit. That feeling of comfort, however, was difficult to maintain. Both girls were without a doubt attractive. Their bodies were slender and fit. Underneath the smiles and posture, though, Varen knew these were not simple teenage girls. They were Pandora. Varen's gaze was fixed on the girl who had spoken to him and it was her that made him the most uncomfortable. Not once since he looked at her had her eye lids opened. They had remained closed since stepping off the Interceptor, and yet he knew she stared back at him as intently as he to her.

"Chiffon Fairchild. Student body president of West Genetics. This is Ticy Phenyl, the vice president. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Welcome." Ticy said reaching her hand out. Varen reached out and shook her hand and then Chiffon's. They motioned for him to follow and he grabbed his bag falling in line behind them. Chiffon held a manila folder which she opened as they walked and rifled through some papers within.

"It says here you are 24 years old?" She asked continuing to walk.

"Yes ma'am that's correct 24." He answered.

"Please, call me Chiffon. It also says here you requested…no…demanded to be accepted here. Is this correct? You demanded to be allowed entry into West Genetics?"

"Yes ma'am I wanted to be a part of what you do, no matter the cost. I will do anything and everything to help." Varen responded.

"Again, call me Chiffon. You realize that at 24 years of age you are more than eight years past the required age to become a Limiter?" Varen stopped and it caused the girls to also stop and look back at him.

"I realize that yes. I didn't expect to become a Limiter or anything of the sort. I understand that what I can offer is next to nothing. However, I want to help. Even if that means dying so a Pandora can live even one second longer. I think I would be satisfied ma'am." He answered somberly. Chiffon cocked her head slightly and sighed approaching him.

"I am the student body president here. It's important you follow directions and orders. Although a school our roots are deeply embedded in the military." She brought her face right up to his with their noses barely touching and Varen sucked in his breath quickly.

"I understand." He quickly answered.

"Then for the last time…call me Chiffon." She said turning and walking back towards Ticy who giggled softly.

"Right…Ms. Chiffon." She stopped and turned her head towards him. Again he knew that under those eyelids her gaze stared deep into his soul. A feeling of dread or perhaps even fear washed over him. "Um…I mean yes…Chiffon." She smiled instantly and began walking once more.

"We will take you to the freshman dorms where your room will be. For today you can get settled in and learn the lay of the land here. Tomorrow Sister Margaret will meet with you to finalize the details of your position here." The other girl said. Chiffon had introduced her as Ticy Phenyl. Whereas Chiffon's hair was blonde and came down to her shoulders neatly, Ticy's was long and black. The sun seemed to reflect off her hair he noticed as she spoke.

As they walked the passed other students attending the academy. All of which were of similar age grouping to Chiffon and Ticy. There was certainly nobody as old as Varen walking about. No one seemed to notice or mind as they walked, but he knew that sooner rather than later questions would be asked about why he was here. The entered a large building and after short trip up an elevator and down a hallway they stopped in front of a door with a card reader. Chiffon produced a small card and slid it through the reader causing it to glow green. An audible clicking noise was heard and she pushed the door open.

"Here is your room. This is your card that you can use to access your room and also any rooms authorized to you here. I will be here tomorrow morning at 6am to brief you on what exactly we do. Then you can truly decide if this is indeed what you want." Chiffon said handing him the card she has used to open the door.

"If you need anything please ask and we will help as much as we can." Ticy said following Chiffon out the door.

"Thank you both." He answered as they closed the door leaving him alone. He looked out the window in his room. He could see people below walking the facility as well as many of the buildings the academy housed. He leaned on the sill putting his face against the glass closing his eyes.

"I will avenge what those things did to you. Or I'll die trying." He said through gritted teeth and tears.