Meanwhile, as Kazuya was getting underway with his studies, his life on campus, and his sense of guilt…

At the West Genetics Airport (yes, a military school did in fact have its very own exclusive airport, given it WAS a military installation as well as an academy), two airplanes were making their respective descents onto the tarmac of the runway.  Each plane was big enough to house Pandora, given how the percentage of women who became Pandora each year was steadily increasing and thus the requirement for ‘Pandora-friendly’ transport was becoming more and more of a necessity as a result.

One of the planes was flying in from the west, on a particularly long flight at that.  Before landing at West Genetics, the plane had originally taken off from Genetics UK, stopping at Genetics France and once more at Genetics Germany to take on extra passengers.  After that, it was a straight shot towards Japan, with West Genetics being the final destination of the flight.  The passengers on board the plane weren’t particularly numerous, just a few Pandora and the flight crew to help offer whatever creature comforts they could provide during the long voyage.

The other plane came from the opposite direction.  Heading straight westward from the United States over the Pacific Ocean was a relatively smaller aircraft, but still big enough for a Panodra to get on board.  If it were a typical piece of aircraft designed exclusively for ‘non-augmented’ persons - as some started referring to the difference between Pandoras and Limiters from everyone else on the planet - it would have been akin to that of a private jet that could accommodate twelve passengers in total (not including the flight crew).  The smaller plane was carrying a Pandora who hailed from Genetics America (aka “Genetics US”).

Ironically enough, as these two planes were making their descents, there was also a small convoy of vehicles (also large enough for Pandoras to fit/drive) that was coming up on the tarmac as well.  Just three vehicles in total, all military-styled SUVs that were decked out with black-tinted windows, bulletproof glass, and steel plating comparable to most battle tanks.  This small group of vehicles was finishing up its own trip from nearby East Genetics, carrying a Pandora of rather distinct renown.  Once the planes had come to a complete stop, the convoy drew closer until it was less than fifty feet from the planes (both of which were remarkably close to one another, odd as that might sound).

As the plane doors opened up on both aircraft, the SUV doors opened up in turn and out came the passengers of all of the said vehicles.  From both the planes and the convoy, there emerged some non-augmented support staff (flight personnel, security, that sort of thing), but it was five Pandoras (all of them of Caucasian heritage) in particular who stood out amongst the collective gathering of vehicles.

For outfits, all five of these Pandora wore the same Genetics-brand long-sleeved purple top and matching skirt (ending at around upper thigh), but beyond that there were differences here and there in their style of dress.

From the larger plane, there were three Pandoras who emerged from it and made their way down the steps onto the tarmac.

One of the Pandoras had long grayish-white hair (at times, it had an almost silver hue to it), done up in a hairstyle practically identical to Satellizer L. Bridget’s own hairstyle.  Her eyes were colored a piercing rid and she wore small round golden studs in her earlobes.  Her build was a mix of seductive but refined as well as she stood in all of her 10’8’’ D-cup glory.  Below her skirt she wore the standard white colored leggings that went all the way up to her mid thigh and a pair of basic black female dress shoes with a low heel (low for a Pandora anyway).

Another from the group of three Pandoras was an indigo-haired, amber-eyed vixen.  Standing an even 11’0’’ tall and sporting a C-cup bosom, this Pandora had her top modified somewhat so that her cleavage was exposed (apparently, she wasn’t afraid to flaunt a little here or there!).  Her deep blue locks were done up mostly in a ponytail, with some bands covering both her forehead and the sides of her face down to her cheeks.  For her choice of legwear, she was wearing black knee-high socks that hugged her calves like a second skin and wore simple light brown dress shoes that could have almost passed for loafers.

The third of the group of three was the shortest and most petite of them all (out of all five Pandoras gathered), standing at 9’10’’ tall with a B-cup bosom.  Her hair was a creamy blonde color, cut short to just above her neck, with short bangs covering her forehead and longer sidebangs going down all the way to just beyond her chin.  Her eyes were a deep brown and she wore a set of headphones that formed a sort of black headband around the top of her scalp.  Below her skirt, she also wore the standard white thigh-highs that most Pandoras wore, and her choice of footwear was simple black slip-on shoes with practically no heel on them whatsoever.

The lone Pandora from the smaller plane was a particularly buxom young woman.  Her curves were quite scandalous and her breasts…they weren’t just the biggest in the group; they were probably among the biggest among most Pandoras PERIOD.  Like the indigo-haired Pandora, the 11’0’’ F-cup Pandora had her outfit also modified so that her cleavage was on display for any and all to see (much like Satellizer’s outfit if you’d like to visualize a comparison).  Her bright magenta hair (bordering on pink) was done up in a particularly unique style, with much of it styled in the form of pincers with the tips encircling her neck while the rest of it (bangs and sidebangs) framed her pretty face.  Her eyes were a muted blue and her demeanor seemed to scream “party girl,” comparable to that of Arnett McMillan.

The last Pandora of the bunch (the one who came in the convoy) was dressed much like the silver-haired and blonde-haired Pandora in the bunch, wearing the standard Genetics uniform, white thigh-high stockings, and dark brown low-heel dress shoes.  As for the rest of her, her rich green hair was tied up into an evenly split ponytail running down to being roughly level with her shoulder blades.  Her eyes were a reddish brown, her bosom was in the D-cup range, and she stood a solid 10’10’’ tall.  Her demeanor came off as a bit shy to the point of being almost coquettish, as if she were some kind of porcelain doll that you just wanted to reach out and hold oh so tenderly.

All in all, the gathering of Pandoras was quite the interesting grouping by their very appearances alone.

“So,” began the buxom pinkette to the group of three, “how was your guys’ flight?”

“Long enough,” replied the long silver-haired Pandora.  “And yours, Roxanne?”

“Rgh,” grunted the buxom beauty in response.  “Wished they had a better selection of in-flight movies to pick from.  You’d think that Genetics wouldn’t skimp on having a decent catalogue of things to watch during a thirteen-hour-long flight.  At least the food was decent.”

“Well, it’s not like you can just straight up accelerate across the entire Pacific Ocean, Miss Zombie, now can you?” asked the short, blonde-haired Pandora.

“Oh, hardy-har,” replied Roxanne.  “I doubt you’d do much better, short-stuff.  Even as ‘aerodynamic’ as you might be, given the limited wind resistance you’d have in the chest area, I’d wager that you wouldn’t be able to accelerate your little butt from France to here any faster than I could.”  The dig at the blonde Pandora’s smaller breast size got the typical anime-style vein mark, showing that the minor jab was having a small effect on the girl’s temper.

“At least mine won’t sag and turn into sulking utters like yours will in the future, you know.” grumbled the blonde Pandora in response.

“Now now, ladies,” replied the silver-haired Pandora.  “We didn’t come here to brawl with each other.  Whatever quips you have or blows to trade, please save it for either a Carnival or an approved one-on-one sparring match, okay?”

The silver-haired Pandora’s reasoning won out the day, and the blonde and the pinkette let go of their little verbal back-and-forth.

While that dialogue was underway, the indigo-haired Pandora decided to have a little fun.  In less time that it takes to strike a match alight, she had practically teleported, reappearing behind the green-haired Pandora and decided to catch her by surprise…with some good, old-fashioned breast groping.

The very act elicited a high-pitched gasp and a heavy blush from the green-haired Pandora, who immediately turned her head to face her pervy assaulter.

“J-Julia!  What are you doing!?” declared the green-haired beauty.

“Oh, how I’ve missed this sensation,” moaned the Pandora named Julia in response as she cupped the breasts in her hands, bringing her fingertips around where she presumed the nipples would be by her best guess.  Apparently, she was spot on with her guessing, given the instinctive moans that emanated from her captive Pandora a few seconds later.

“S-stop, right no-noaw…”  The last word was a mix between the words “now” and “oh,” implying that the ministrations made by Julia’s fingers was having the desired effect.

“Oh, you moan like that, Cassie, and I’m afraid I’m going to have to go even further.  You know that you can’t go and make such a cute sound like that in my presence without me wanting to ravish that body of yours, especially those ta-tas of yours, with that cute little bum of yours a close second.” replied the blue-haired Pandora as she proceeded to nibble ever so gently into the side of Cassie’s neck, making the girl blush even more furiously than before.

“Alright, Julia, that’s enough,” stated the blonde Pandora.  “You want to indulge in your fantasies so damn bad, get a room.  In fact, you’ll be able to get one pretty soon given our destination.”

“Charles is right,” stated the silver-haired Pandora.  “There’ll be time for hanky-panky soon enough, but not right now.  So please stop before you go so far as to try and disrobe poor Cassie right here and try to deflower her right here on the tarmac.”

“Oh fine,” grumbled Julia as she let go of Cassie, before Accelerating once more and borderline teleporting next to the others.  “You really know how to ruin a good time sometimes, you know that, Holly?”

“Business first, pleasure later,” replied the silver-haired Pandora.

“Yeah, like the saying goes, ‘Gotta make hay while the sun shines,’ and all that,” added the one known as Roxanne.

“Yeah yeah,” groaned Julia, acquiescing to their logic.

“Well then, shall we get going?” asked Charles.

“Yes, let’s,” replied Holly.

“W-where is the building exactly?” asked Cassie, getting her emotions under control after having just recently been physically accosted by Julia’s extremely flirty desires.

“Hold on, let me make a quick phone call,” replied Holly.  The young woman pulled out a cellphone and went through a contact list before selecting the one she meant to dial.  A few seconds later, she hit the ‘dial’ button and awaited a response.

“Hello there, Sister Margaret?” asked Holly.  “This is Holly Rose, from Genetics UK.  I was given your contact information and told to notify you upon our arrival. [...] Yes, we’ve all arrived here, safe and sound. [...] I was wondering if we could arrive at our new dwelling spot, given that it’s getting kind of late in the day.  Would that be alright, or do we need to meet with you or somebody among the administrative staff beforehand? [...] Oh good, thank you very much, Sister.  I presume that there will already be someone home by the time we arrive, given the number of occupants there? [...] That’s good to hear, Sister. [...] Well, thank you for your time, and good night to you as well, Sister Margaret.”

With that, Holly hung up and put away her phone.

“So?  What’s the verdict?” asked Roxanne.

“We’re good to head straight to our new home,” replied Holly with a calm grin.

“Would you ladies like a ride on the way over?” asked one of the drivers of the convoy.  “There should be enough room to accommodate all of you.”

The group looked among themselves and pondered for a moment in contemplation over this offer.  After a good thirty seconds had passed, the consensus was surprisingly a ‘no thank you,’ from them all.

“After being stuck on a plane for so long, I could use a bit of a warm-up,” stated Roxanne.  “Get a chance to get the blood flowing and all that, you know?”

“On that, we are in agreement,” replied Charles.

“Might as well,” added Julia.

“Very well then,” replied Holly.  “Just don’t go destroying any property or hurting anybody on the way over.  Last thing we need is to start off making a bad impression on our arrival, understand?”

“Yeah yeah,” grumbled Roxanne.  “You know, the way you talk, Holly, you almost sound like you’re trying to step in for Chiffon and be top-ranked 3rd-year globally.  Kind of big talk for the 6th-ranked Pandora, not to be rude or anything.”

“If you weren’t trying to be rude, Roxanne,” replied Holly, “you did a rather immaculate job at being so anyway.  Rank aside, it’s more a matter of good manners and politeness, that’s all.  We’re just newly arrived here, so we don’t want the others here at West Genetics looking at us thinking that we’ll be problem students to keep an eye on.  After all, if we end up becoming the topic of bad conversation, how do you think Chiffon will react?  As sweet as she is, she doesn’t give much leeway to rule breakers and people who snub their noses at the rules…or have you forgotten just HOW powerful she is, if the last global Carnival was any indicator?”

“Alright, alright, jeez,” replied Roxanne.  “I get it, Miss Goody-Goody.  I’ll be on my best behavior, pinky promise and all that.”

“So, do you know where it is then, Holly?” asked Cassie.

A moment later, as oddly as it might have sounded, Holly’s phone went off with a single ‘ping,’ indicating that she had received a message.  When she opened up her phone to read it, she was surprised by the simple directness of the text:

“Look Up & Welcome Home.”

A moment later, the whistling sound like that of a small rocket or a rudimentary set of fireworks going off broke through the evening sky (though given how much the sun had gone over the horizon, it was more akin to nighttime by this point).  This was followed by a distinct ‘pop’ in the distance, followed by bright shining light.

All five Pandoras looked up towards the source of the sound and light that just got everyone’s attention.  Sure enough, there was a single, white flare dangling in the sky like a sort of proverbial North Star for the Pandoras to follow, if the text message was any indicator to go by.

“Well ladies,” began Holly.  “I suppose we just follow the light and it’ll most likely take us to our final destination.”

“What about our luggage?” asked Julia.

“I’m sure Genetics staff will look after it and have it delivered to our new place by tomorrow at the latest.  There should be adequate clothing and bedding there for us already, given the size of the place” replied Holly.

“Alright then,” stated Charles, “well, anything else before we get going?”

The group silence indicated that there were no other questions that came up to anybody’s mind at the moment.

“Okay then, I guess a quick jog to our new home isn’t such a bad thing.  Wasn’t expecting a late-night sprint after getting off the plane, but a little exercise won’t kill us, I suppose,” stated Julia.

“Alrighty, let’s get heading home already!” declared Roxanne with a tone in her voice that had that sort of “go team” at the local pep rally.

“Yes, let’s…” agreed Charles.

“Yes, to our new home, our new family…and…” said Holly, struggling to finish whatever it was she was going to say.

“To our new partner,” stated Cassie, both equal parts frank but at the same time with endearment.  “He is THE main reason we all agreed to come here after all, or am I wrong?”

The awkward silence among the other four Pandoras said all that needed to be said…as well as the minor blushes they were all sporting, which Cassie could make out even in the dark of the evening.

A moment later, all five Pandoras had vanished in a flash, creating a sudden blast with the change in air pressure as they vacated the tarmac of the airport runway and started hopping across the rooftops of nearby buildings as they neared closer to their ultimate destination: their new house with their new housemates, eleven fellow Pandoras residing there in total…

…And of course, a particularly distinct Limiter who had caught the attention of all five of them, enough so that they ended up joining into this particularly distinct group that was forming quite rapidly in a matter of days, going so far as to travel from far parts of the world to meet the young man face-to-face…and join in on…being with him, as partners on the battlefield…and in other circumstances.

If Kazuya thought he was going to be busy with eleven Pandoras paired up with him, then may the Lord in heaven be merciful and grant him the strength to manage juggling 16 partners in the very VERY near future.