Chapter 1: "Why are we here?"
A/N: Hello, I'm Foxtrot0220. Originally, I made this Fanfiction account to support a friend, but I've decided to try my hand at writing something. I consider myself to be analytically-minded and more of an editor than a writer, but hopefully I can improve upon the latter over time. If you want to read a great story, my friend "Shades 0f Dawn" is a very talented writer and has written a few PMMM fan-fictions. She, another friend (XP Flipside), and I make up what we like to call the "Foxborough Trifecta." We're all competitive and relish competing with each other in everything, so we'll see if I can catch up to her on the writing battleground.
I'm a fan of Rooster Teeth and PMMM, so I decided to take the best of both worlds and combine them into a crossover (which, I don't know has been done before). The PMMM characters were assigned to their roles based on my judgement. Even though this story will be very RvB-based, I plan on taking some liberties for characterization/consistency's sake. It's like a battle between sticking to the original RvB script and keeping the PMMM characters in-character. And hopefully my story will be different enough to keep things interesting.
I don't know how far I'll take this, but I suppose we'll see how diligent I can be. Of course, I'd greatly appreciate it if you let me know if this is something you're interested in me continuing.
RvB and PMMM belong to their respective owners.
The United Nations Space Command.
Madoka had always regarded that name with a childish awe. Ever since she had first seen their breathtakingly titanic spaceships cruising through the futuristic skyline, with her palms and nose pressed up against her sunrise-stained bedroom window as she watched the spectacular fleet sail by, she made up her mind to enlist as a soldier. The idea of protecting your homeland and bringing hope to humanity seemed like such a noble cause.
The journey certainly wasn't easy. Despite the ever-present UNSC recruitment paraphernalia, not many people enlisted, much less young girls. As such, Madoka's parents had initially resisted her dream. Then came the difficult application and screening process, which was used to weed out the hopeful recruits that simply weren't up to the demanding task. But after months of convincing her reluctant parents, studying for exams, trudging through arduous classes, and slugging it out through brutal training camps with sheer determination and willpower, Madoka's hard work had finally paid off. She was finally a UNSC soldier.
"Kaname Madoka, of the current UNSC graduating class. Please step forwards."
Madoka's heart had soared when she stepped onto the steel walkway and boarded her first-ever spaceship. Everything she had gone through was just for this moment. Tearfully waving farewell to her friends and family, she began her journey into the vast, unknown frontier of space. And then, just when things seemed like they couldn't have gotten any better, Madoka's commanding officer had assigned her to her first mission.
Madoka was to be assigned as a "Puella Magi." Upon her inquiry, she was told that these special combat units were designed to complement the ODSTs. Yet, the Puella Magi combat unit was still a relatively new idea, and still had some tests to undergo. As a result, she was to be stationed at the Puella Magi 1st outpost. When the spaceship had landed at her designated base, an optimistically smiling Madoka had walked out into...
...a box canyon in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rust-red walls. Without any further explanation, the spaceship had promptly taken off, leaving her there without the slightest clue of what to do next, other than the words: Defeat the blue team.
She was still reeling from disbelief, even now.
At present, Madoka was standing on top of the small, circular base. The unbearably sweltering heat beat down on her head and shoulders like a sauna, but after weeks, she had gotten used to it. And luckily, she wasn't wearing a full suit of armor. For whatever reason, there was a shortage of armor and ammunition at the outpost. Madoka was wearing a pink and red chest-piece that felt ten times too big and heavy for her, and the armor for her left arm. The other girl that stood nearby had both leg-pieces and the armor for her right arm. Madoka almost giggled when she realized that together, they'd make a complete set.
Madoka tentatively looked at the other girl standing watch over the base. She was lithe-looking, with crimson-red hair that accented nicely with her fiery orange armor. Her pistol was lazily dangling from her fingertips. Working up the courage, Madoka timidly turned to her companion. Finally, she opened her mouth to talk. "H-Hey."
The scarlet-haired girl shrugged her acknowledgement. She looked Madoka up and down, as if sizing her up. "Yeah?" She finally grunted.
"Do you ever wonder why we're here?" Madoka asked in an attempt at a friendly, casual conversation.
The reaction she received took her by surprise. Leaping closer, the other girl jumped on the opportunity to answer. "It's one of life's greatest mysteries, isn't it? Why are we here?" She kept talking faster and faster, and her eyes glittered excitedly, despite her previously antisocial demeanor. "I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a god watching everything? Y'know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know, but it keeps me up at night."
"..." Madoka was at a loss at how to respond, so she awkwardly fidgeted.
"..." The other girl looked just as equally confused.
"Um, I'm sorry." A cowed Madoka apologized. "I meant, why are we out here, in this canyon?"
Realizing her misunderstanding, the other girl blushed and turned away. "Oh, uh... yeah."
"...What was that stuff you were talking about?" Madoka asked, slightly curious.
"Hm?" The crimson-haired girl kept her tone light and casual. "Oh, um, nothing. Just stuff my dad used to say."
"Do... you want to talk about it?" Madoka asked sympathetically.
"No." Was the swift response.
"...Are you sure?"
"...Yeah."
"I'm Madoka by the way." Madoka timidly smiled and held out her hand to shake. "I hope we get along well."
"Sakura Kyouko. But you can just call me Kyouko. Pleased to meetcha', Madoka." Kyouko grinned as she enthusiastically accepted the friendly gesture, looking just as happy to have made a friend as Madoka was.
Madoka beamed. Then, she turned her attention back to her unusual surroundings. "But why are we here? As far as I can tell, it's just a box canyon in the middle of nowhere, with no way in or out."
"Uh-huh." Kyouko thoughtfully nodded.
"And the only reason we set up a red base here is because they have a blue base over there." Madoka pointed across the canyon where, barely visible, was another structure that looked the exact same as the one the duo were currently standing upon. "And the only reason they have a blue base over there is because we have a red base here."
"Well yeah, that's 'cuz we're fighting each other." Kyouko slowly reasoned.
"No, no," Madoka vigorously shook her head. "But I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and they were to come take our base, they would have two bases in the middle of a box canyon."
"Yeah, what's up with that anyways?" Kyouko indignantly demanded in agreement. "I mean, I signed on to fight some aliens. Next thing I know, some guy named "Master Chief" blew up the whole Covenant armada and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, fighting a bunch of blue guys."
Homura smirked. She was crouching in the shade of a cliff, away from the heat and enjoying her time. From the looks of it, the red team had gotten a new recruit. And she looked very promising...
Delicately running her fingers along her precious 99C-S2 Sniper Rifle, Homura scoped in on the red base, eyeing the two girls on top. Her gaze panned from the crimson-haired girl to the pink-haired one, lingering on the latter for a while longer than what seemed necessary. The pink-haired girl's innocent face and bright smile had completely caught Homura's attention. Then, looking at the girl's childishly curved body, Homura began slowly zooming in on a particular spot-
"What are they doing?"
Homura frowned, remembering that she wasn't alone to enjoy herself. Her sudden addressor, none other than a certain blue-haired girl, stared at her with haughty eyes. "What do you want?" Homura glowered as she reluctantly lowered her sniper rifle.
"I said what are they doing now?" Came Sayaka's obliviously impatient question.
"Goddamn, I'm getting so sick of answering that question!" Homura snapped, growing impatient herself with the constant pestering. It took every ounce of her self-control to restrain herself from kicking her bothersome companion over the cliff-face.
Sayaka put her hands squarely on her hips and pouted. "Hey, you're the one with the rifle! I can't see anything! Don't get pissed at me because I'm not gonna just sit up here and play with my-"
"Okay, okay," Homura hurriedly and exasperatedly interrupted. "Look. They're just standing there, and talking, okay? That's all they're doing! That's all they ever do, is just stand there and talk! That's what they were doing last week, and that's what they were doing when you asked me five minutes ago. So five minutes from now, when you ask me 'What're they doing?', my answer's still going to be 'They're still just talking, and they're still just standing there!'"
Sayaka blankly stared at an irritated, seething Homura. Then: "...What are they talking about?"
"You know what? I hate you."
"Talk about a waste of resources, right?"
Madoka hesitantly nodded. "Y-Yeah..."
Kyouko shrugged. "I mean, we should be out there finding new and intelligent forms of life. You know, fight them!"
"R-Right..."
"And maybe we should be in charge!" Kyouko exclaimed zealously.
"Well, I don't really know about that-"
A certain golden-haired girl emerged from underneath the base, looking up at Madoka and Kyouko with an authoritative look. Her voice was no less lenient. "Everyone, front and center on the double!"
Already knowing where this was going, Kyouko winced and groaned. "Ugh, yes ma'am!"