<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Lightspeed_Girl_1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Alice Sanmiguel</span></strong><br/><em>Ace Lightspeed Frame Pilot</em>-<strong>5</strong><br/><em>Drag Race Queen</em>-<strong>4</strong><br/><em>Sexually-Confident 19-Year-Old Girl</em>-<strong>4</strong><br/>Weakness:<em>Maiden of the Moon</em><br/><hr/><br/>Alice Sanmiguel, duly licensed Lightspeed Frame operator and Captain in the division of the Lightspeed Defense Battalion that was based out of the city of San Miguel, pulled her car into the driveway that she had been directed to and cut the engine.  Before her, a rather opulent mansion towered high into the sky, and given that her own clothing at the moment consisted largely of a decidedly skin-tight little one-piece leotard, combined with a short, midriff-bearing jacket with long sleeves and a set of latex boots that reached up to her thighs, she couldn't help but feel decidedly out of place.  The colorful stripes and racing logos plastered all over the outfit at least helped keep it from becoming too embarrassing, since it made it easy to explain to people that central command had assigned her to the task of acting as a race queen down at the local drag strip as part of her weekly non-military duties, but she was still left feeling sorely under-dressed as she walked up the front steps to the massive double doors at the front of the mansion and reached for the doorknob.<br/><br/>She had already been buzzed in at the front gate while driving up to the house, though even at that point her outfit had already been drawing odd looks from people, so she knew that she didn't need to bother with the doorbell.  Most likely, there was already some butler or maid awaiting her arrival in the front hallway, though given that she was there on a rather important mission, she wouldn't be too surprised if the lord or lady of the house were waiting to greet her instead.  She was sure that her outfit would draw even more odd looks either way, but that just meant that she had to steel herself for a little further embarrassment the instant she opened the door.<br/><br/>Lightspeed Frames were finicky things, when it came down to it.  Nobody with a Y chromosome could come anywhere close to being able to get them to move, and even out of all the double-X chromosomed individuals in the city, the vast majority of them would have compatibility issues with most of the Frames out there.  One of the older Lightspeed girls in her division had hit retirement age recently, and while the scientists and other experts had tinkered around with her Frame a bit to see if they could widen the possible list of compatible pilots a little, central command hadn't really had much luck in finding someone who was compatible enough to act as a good pilot for it.<br/><br/>There was one person in this massive mansion whom high command thought might fit their needs if they were willing to come in for a few medical procedures and a little gene therapy, and that was the main reason that she was here today.  She had to speak to this person and convince them that they wanted to spend their remaining high school years and much of their young adult life piloting a massive robotic warmachine around and blasting away at the enemies of humanity.  She had been ordered to convince them to become a Lightspeed Girl.  By any means necessary.