Tyler was somewhere at the tip of Calais where a sandy beach was still available. He had been wondering the whole time about his career in the League of Nations Intelligence Agency. It had been two years. He's been sitting there wondering what has become of it, what had been the status of the war so far. That part of my life had been so dangerous, he started to think of decisions, whether he'd quit and have a life, or just keep going, accepting that the war needs to be finished first.
It was 0912 hours... He was sitting on the sand as he looked at the picture of himself and Arya while they were in front of a C-47. It had been a month after her arrival that they decided to become friends when they were coordinating with each other trying to take out neuroi spawn points that he felt so close to her. Never did he have an idea about the thing about love, but he didn't want it to get there. He wanted to avoid the pain, and the pain that will go to her. And so, he put the picture away, and heard a ring on the portable radio, before picking up the handset.
"Gold Stud here. Respond."
"Still being sour on me?" And her voice surprised him. "I'm not surprised you needed some time off, but in Gallia? You're getting me bored, you know."
"I'm trying not to." He chuckled at it. "It's good to hear your voice, Arya."
"Same here. How are you holding up?"
"Well, hostile targets are down and the last beacon's been removed."
"Need an applause?"
"Screw that. I got a career to keep boosting. Ha."
"Bravo, Tyler Fray. I wonder how it will affect you."
"It will affect me, as it affects a flower. It enriches my heart in full that will explode into nothing but dust."
"You... are just silly. I understand you weakness for women, and how you stay away from them, and from me."
"Do you? Let me tell you something very important, Arya. I spent so long trying to forget my girlfriend's death I never realized I needed it. Then, I woke up and saw myself chasing birds that keep flying away, so I'm just gonna forget it, instead of wasting my time."
"Courtship is not hard. Finding a woman is. In that case, you want to keep choosing."
"What are you implying?"
"You can't just keep choosing like they're options. I read from a book that it takes time for a person to be ready. Sometimes it needs to go through friendship first before love."
"You read that from a book."
"I read it from a good one." Arya said before Tyler was hearing a distant drone of a cargo plane.
"I bet it's just a pretty explanation of how life is run. Newsflash: A man makes decisions to find love."
"You speak as if you're a great man."
"I'm not perfect, but I'm trying to be." Then he noticed there was C-47 flying 5,000 feet above him, going northwest through the Britannian channel, probably to dover. "The first thing that I'd think of finding out if I'm worthy."
"Then you've already done it. Don't find a reason for yourself. Just be thankful you're alive. And be thankful you have time."
"Unfortunately... I..." He stopped as his eyes widened. Up on the sky at his 12 O'Clock, he saw two neuroi appearing from stealth camouflage. Both of them are small but fast drones. Then he looked to his other direction and saw that C-47, meaning they're facing a danger. "I'll call you back, Arya. Someone needs my help." Then he stood up and heard beams fired and the C-47 meeting its doom in an explosion over the Britannian channel. "Shit!" 'I don't care. Those two are going down!' Then he ran to the side to uncover something in cloth. As he uncovered it, he unveiled a Fligrhammer rocket launcher. 'I thought this day would never come. Ha.' He took it and his magic acted as his red wolf familiar features got out when he carried it. He then aimed upward and put one foot behind to see the retreating neuroi drones... 'Targeting and...' He then fired the barrage of rockets. 'Sorry. You two are not getting away. Rockets up... STINGER SHOT!' He glowed red before he focused on the rockets from the Fligrhammer before they each glowed red. He breathed out before he lost his glow and his familiar features returned. As he saw the rockets head to the neuroi's six and about to hit them, he smiled. Each of the rockets sought the heat from the beams that once left the neuroi drones and multiple explosions came out. He clearly saw white flakes that were from one neuroi, but the other was badly damaged and falling back. "At least one's important cause I'm just as good as..." He only looked up and to his shock. "Fuck my life."
A girl was falling from 2,000 feet and he dropped his Fligrhammer before he activated his familiar again. 'Alright, based on her angle of her fall, she'll be falling...' He gasped as he looked forward towards the sea. 'She's falling at the shallow part of the sea where her body can still hit the sands. The waters at that depth can't stop her speed!' "Better or nothing!" He muttered before he took off his jacket and hat before he ran straight to the waters. 'If I can save her, she'll at least live to see her family!' "No way you're dying! DAMN IT, NO WAY YOU'RE GONNA HIT YOUR HEAD LIKE THIS! NOT NOW!" Then he glowed red before he left a fiery trail. "PHOENIX THRUST...!" He was at the edge of the sand before he used on leg to bend. "...HO!" He made a strong jump forward and high. 'Now this angle is a real deal!' He thought happily until he saw the girl right in front of her. He put his arms out and finally held her while he rolled for a while before repositioning himself so his feet could hit the water with his feet first. 'The depth's good enough before I stop. I just hope I don't break a bone now.' He uneasily laughed before he felt the gravity and was plumetting towards the sea. As he felt the water rush with his feet and legs. It was blank for a while.
He felt the water while he was wet. He heard his own heart beat, and he looked at the young girl for a while, figuring she was a Gallian since she came from the south or southeast. 'Gotta save her.' He thought before he swam up.
It took a few minutes and he was soaking wet while walking to the sandy shore carrying the young girl there. He breathed heavily while he finally stepped on the sands, looking at the unconscious girl again. She seems to be about 10 years of age, a Gallian, having brown hair lengthened to her upper back. 'No wonder this girl's attractive. Brown hair works better than other colors.' Then he gently placed her down to the sands. "Gotta make sure. Hey." He gently patted her cheeks. "You okay? Speak up?" He kept patting her cheek a few times more while she called her. "Sorry, but your chest may just feel a little pushed up." He figured he would try getting the water out, meaning he had to put his hands on her chest. With no doubt, as he was about to put his hands there, he felt her eyes tighten and she coughed out water. She just coughed continuously. 'Thank god.'
Then Georgette's memories came: Her enlistment from Lyon... Her father who was greedy... Her family in rags which she needed to change... And finally, she remembered the C-47 explode from the cockpit as she was thrown out of the plane and almost knocked out from the blast... As she went unconscious, she felt like seeing the ocean as she fell before closing hereyes. All her memories came as she coughed out water and suddenly sat up, but then she used her power.
He was about to touch her shoulder when... "Kid, you okay...?" He saw a shield go off on him and he took his hand away, which reacted from his blue magic glow before it faded. 'No way! Is she what I think she is?!' Then he looked as the shield faded and her familiars have been revealed. "Kid... Are you alright...?"
Georgette knew she didn't arrive in Brittannia, which made her sad. "Sil'vous plait..." She muttered.
'She said please?' He thought. "What do you want?"
Then she looked up to him. "Where am I?! And who are you...?"
He only winced at the questions asked from her. 'She just fell out of a plane and all she could think about was her location and my name?' He chuckled a little before he offered his hand. "Need a hand?"
She nodded and she took his hand before they both stood up. "Merci. I don't know how to repay you."
"Well, considering the plane was destroyed with everyone in it except you, you're lucky."
"Eh?" She said softly. "Didn't dieu make me an angel yet?"
That surprised him. 'For some reason...' He smiled. 'I'm connected to her.' "You know, as much is God is concerned, he's got plans for you. It's a miracle. You survived that explosion."
Then she lowered her head. "But... The people in there too..." She then sniffed her nose, feeling her eyes about to water up.
He took initiative and kneeled as he heard her cry before he gently pushed her chin up. "First thing you think about, is you're alive. Second... You need to be strong. And third... While you're safe... THEN you cry." He put a hand to her cheek. "That's how you do it. Got it?" Then without hesitation she thrusted forward with her arms around his head head and hers on his shoulder as he heard her cry. 'Well she WAS on the third step.' He put his hand behind at the back of her head as she felt her hair, rubbed her head, and tried to calm her down. "It's okay. You'll be okay."
It took a minute or so before she stopped crying and gently pulled away. "Monseiur... Where, am I?"
"Missy, you're in Gallia, in Calais. You're at the tip of Gallia and just crossing the Brittannian channel."
"I thought I saw the cliffs of Dover."
"Dover's at the far end to the other side of the channel. You didn't make it there."
"Oh. I thought from the pictures I saw it come to life when I fell." She giggled. "Oh well! I may as well catch another flight!"
"Oh? And, what's your name? Mine's Tyler."
"Oh, the name's the Georgette!" She put her hand out for a handshake and he reached it happily as they did. "Pleasure to meet you, Monseiur Tyler!"
"So where were you headed?"
"I was getting to Britannia to become a fighting witch! I know I can get there! I'm strong for it too!"
"I know. Those fox ears look good on you."
And his words came as a shock. Her familiars were still out and she retracted them. "Of course, thank you! But... I'm still shy about them."
"Well, it's okay, I guess. Since you're coming to Brittannia and..." Then he stopped and widened his eyes. 'Wait... What if...?' Then he looked at the radio. "Come with me and take a seat near the radio. Got it?" She nodded before they walked to his portable radio and he picked up the handset while he looked away from her. "Arya, still there?"
"What the hell happened to you? I heard there was a recent attack at the tip of the Brittannian channel and from two neuroi, one was splashed down. Was that you?"
"Could be. Listen, from a destroyed C-47 from that same attack, I just saved a girl. See, she's going to Britannia to be trained as a fighting witch. You think we got any spots for fresh meat?"
"Are you talking about... Recruitment?"
"She's supposed to be part of a fighter wing or a squadron but she's going to Brittannia for training. Thinking of what I'm talking about?"
"Wait, you're not implying to... The London branch?! Are you serious?! She'll get tossed out if she gives up easily."
"No." Tyler paused before he thought of saying it while he inhaled and exhaled slowly before replying. "I believe her. She may be going to hell at first, but she's a fighting witch once she leaves that branch. I'm not about to see children die right in front of me. She's 10 years old, and she is willing to enlist. Let her be the first youngest prodigy. I don't care. She wants in... She's not coming back unless her service is over or in a bodybag."
"No, she's..."
"She's gonna help a lot of people, Arya. I understand you're helping your home planet by helping others too. And by that... You're stopping the neuroi here before they spread out. I know you. You care. And you still have the heart under the hard tech you're built as right now." He paused for the meantime, thinking. 'I know you, Arya. You want to help your people, then let others see it from you too.' "I know you want to share it. If you read the books, you'd know what I mean."
"Compassion." Arya replied and paused and he waited before she replied after a while. 'I guess there's no helping it then. I'll tell your superior about it. What's her name?'
Then he looked back at Georgette who was standing up. "What's your middle and last name?"
"My full name is Georgette Tailler Olivier!" Georgette happily said.
Good thing the receiver button was still pressed on before Tyler replied. "You got that?"
"I got it: Georgette Tailler Olivier. I'll make sure to tell the superior. He'll probably pass the message to the bootcamp in training her to be transferred to the London branch. I hope you're right about her."
"Didn't I say I believe her?" He chuckled. "Get right on it, Arya. And... Thanks for the talk. I kinda needed that." Then he looked at Georgette's eyes. "Maybe there's more to life than just women. I haven't gotten to everything yet."
"I see! I'm glad." Arya replied. "I'll deliver your request now. Stay in touch with Intel Receiver if you have any questions."
"Got ya." Then he put the handset back on the portable radio and looked at Georgette. "Missy, you're going to bootcamp, but on another place In Brittannia. It's actually in London."
"R-Really?! That's... That's magnifique!" She laughed then jumped and hugged him as she put her arms around his head. "Merci! Merci, merci, merci, merci, merci, merci, merci, merci...!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Wait up, wait up! Stop." He chuckled before holding her in place as he carried her. "It's different, actually. You'll be training, but you'll be finding it different than from a regular bootcamp."
"I know! My cousin sends me letters on how hard it is on training. Now that she's fighting out there, I have an idea!"
"It'll be harder!"
"I don't care! I want to help people, and my family!"
"Well for a ten-year old manifesting magic, I think you'll do just fine." He chuckled. "Now come on." He puts her down. "I think it's about time we pack up here. Wait, for real? Where's your stuff?"
Then Georgette looked around. "Oh. It must have been lost from the plane."
"Then I'll be buying you new ones."
"Really?! MERCI!" She jumped and hugged him again, for the third time now.
"Well, hahahaha. First, help me pack up our stuff. I got a jeep nearby."
"Huh?" Then she got down from him. "Where are we going?"
"Umm... We're going to Brittannia." He said.
Suddenly, a chirping was heard amongst the environment - like it's actually happening.
"MERCI!" She jumped excitingly and landed on Tyler, who then landed on his back on the sands. "Merci, merci merci, merci, merci, merci...!"
He was dazed from the suddenly knock from her. 'This... will be a long day.' He tried moving his head, but he got knocked out cold...
And that's the end of another ONE-SHOT! If you're true Strike Witches fan, guess where the concept came from! Give me a review or PM me if ya got ideas for my current attention of a story: Back To The Past. :) You could say this was canon to my story... or not! I'll leave the surprises to you guys! ;)
And yes. I'm a fan of Doran Maya. :))
