In a secret laboratory hidden deep under the alps a group of sinister scientists were preparing for the biggest and most important examination in their lives, maybe even history. Years and years of less than ethical practices and experimentations led to this one moment, but all of this and the countless sacrifices of all kinds they made along the way would be worth it, if the upcoming test was a success. The moment was even live-streamed to powerful sponsors across the world.
“Today, my siblings in science, we will write history,” one of them declared with a heavy German accent. “If Projekt Seefrau succeeds today, it will cause changes throughout the world. Soon humanity won't be at the mercy of magical girls anymore!”
All their screens showed the same. A white, sterile room hidden even deeper inside the complex and its walls reinforced even more than the rest. A necessity in-case the experiment went wrong in its final stages and still far below the standards.
Standing at attention in the middle of that room was a single adolescent girl with pale skin and buzz cut-short black hair. Her heterochromatic eyes, one green and one pink, just listlessly stared forward, lacking the usual spark of life, for this girl never truly ‘lived’. Since her birth this girl had been trained and groomed by the organization to be the perfect soldier, all her education also culminating in this moment. She wasn't even granted the luxury of a name, just a number, 011, or Elf (german for eleven), of group Falke. In fact, this girl was the only one left of her group, the others dying from complications during the operations or incompatibility. Elf felt an odd pulling in her chest when she learned about that, but never being taught about sadness she was unable to place it and thus quickly forgot about it like all other information deemed unnecessary.
“It's time to see if the experiment was a success,” the voice blared through speakers hidden in the walls. “F-011, initiate the magical girl transformation!”
Elf shed the hospital gown she was wearing, revealing to everyone watching her naked body. Not that she particularly cared, never having been taught about shame or nudity either. Revealed was a sleek body that lacked femininity, but instead had been perfectly toned for all kinds of battle through years of training. If you looked closely you could spot several small scars spread across her body, but none of those were as eye-catching as the cross-shaped surgical scar set right between her small breasts. It was a clear indicator of the experiment she was forced into, where they forcibly implanted another magical girl’s core (no official records existed as to how it was procured) into her. The pink color one of her eyes took on was another visible reminder of the pain she went through, and that even the lone survivor wasn't perfectly compatible.
Subconsciously she placed her right hand over that scar and spoke barely above a whisper, “Transform.”
Instantly she was engulfed by the tell-tale bright light of the magical girl transformation. When it faded it almost seemed like the test subject had been replaced by a different person. Her facial features barely changed, but her hair grew to a shoulder-length bop in white that turned pink at the tips. Two thin hair extensions, each with a pink ribbon, went down her back to her hips, which obviously gained some mass. Same went for her chest, but her overall body shape still kept its trained sleekness.
The weirdest part was her outfit. A weird mesh of cute dress and military battle suit that clashed with itself. Everything below her neck was covered by a skin-tight bodysuit in a pink camouflage pattern with integrated heels (the scientist who insisted that walking in heels was necessary knowledge felt very vindicated) and a thigh length skirt that was open in the front right below an ammo belt. Her top was covered by a military vest in dark green with pink trims, poofy shoulders and a stylized image of pink wings on her back. It also had the number 11 emblazed on one of her breast pockets. Completed was the ensemble by a headband decorated with sparkly rhinestones and pink stripes below her eyes.
“Phase One: Transformation is a complete success,” even through the speakers you could hear the cheering of the other scientists in the background. “Proceed to Phase Two: Ability use.”
Elf had been extensively briefed on all the information they gathered about this particular core and its powers. Strangely enough she didn't even need to access it as she somehow instinctively knew what it could do, though some of that was fuzzy and there were weird holes in that knowledge. This core had the power of creation, allowing to build facsimiles of everything she could imagine. The perfect power for a young girl with a wealth of imagination, which Elf unfortunately lacked. What she had instead were countless nights spent memorizing every little detail of various military weapons.
She struck forward her right arm in a clear pose and moments later an extremely detailed pink hardlight copy of a handgun materialized around her hand. This was followed by her repeatdly shooting at the wall before her until she heard the well-known click of an empty magazine. Another magazine formed in her other hand and in a motion faster than normal human eyes could see she switched them out to continue firing. The empty magazine fell down and disappeared the moment it hit the ground. Even the idea of a gun that could fire endlessly was beyond this girl.
“That is enough.” The girl immediately stopped the moment she heard the speakers come to life. “The experiment is a complete success. You can turn back to normal now.” Another blinding light and the plain, naked girl stood back in the room.
The scientists meanwhile were ecstatic at the success of decades of research, as well as the mountains of money currently being transferred to their bank accounts. “Step One of our plan is finished after so long. Finally it is time to start Step Two with F-011 at the forefront.”