Pilot Episode: Shot Down Oblivion.

Cryo Sleep. A process where they in a plastasteel chamber that allows all of a starship's non-essential personnel, a.k.a warriors or wounded, to be cryonically frozen for long periods of time. The only problem is, you don't dream in cryo. The only thing you get are nightmares. And it doesn't help when you have a wreckless driver as pilot.

The Mandalorian frigate Chicago Storm was docked at one of the Orbital Shot Canons Stations Cairo, one of the last cryo pods opened up. On the side was an inscription saying. "Chieftain Kouzuki-Wynne Naoto"

A mature man was hovering in front of the pod as it opened. The man had fair skin, with one or two scars on his chin, messy straight black hair, red eyes, and was dressed in Mandalorian grey army dressings. On his hip was an standard issue Scorpio M66 assault pistol. The ice shards and cold wind stopped in front of him, due to the lack in gravity, and the man didn't seem to care.

"Chieftain Kouzuki-Wynne." The man saluted his younger commanding officer. Naoto was young, had to be around the age of eighteen. Be even with that he already earned the rank of Chieftain; earned three purple hearts; silver star for his work on Myrannubmas; Small arms, demolition, assault, heavy weapons, leadership, sniping expert; two bronze skulls from Odnx; and now he was receiving a Blaze of Glory medal from Titan. But right now he was tired and disorganized. Ice was still in his hair and skin, and his color was a deathly white.

He sat up and took is first deep breath. The gel mat underneath him flexed as he coughed out medical-tasting fluid from his lungs,gasping for a second breath of air in between the dry retching.

"Master Gunnery Sergeant Mustang." Naoto coughed, his lungs protesting at his insistence of talking before they had a chance to clear themselves out fully. "Are we there yet?"

"Yeah, sunshine, we're there."

Naoto, instead of his military dressed comrade, was wearing stuff you would more see a regular person wear. A green t-shirt with the symbol of the R.A.F on it, black leather jacket, sneakers and slacks. They both used the lack of friction to go down the hall and into the armory; where there was artificial gravity. It was an armory, mostly because the amount of weapons, parts, computers, and the stench of oil gave it away.

"Okay, just take it easy sir." Mustang said as he walked over to his wireless computer. Naoto walked to the station in front of it. Rubbing his arms for warmth. "Okay, let's test your response, first thing. Please look at the top light."

A bright red light shined above him, Naoto did what he was told.

"Good. Now look at the bottom light."

Naoto looked at the bottom.

"Alright. Look at the top light again."

He looked back up.

"That's it. Now the bottom one."

Back to the bottom.

"Okay."

He than handed Naoto a small disk.

"This is your ARMOR-CALLER. What it does is when you activate it, your armor will activate over you. With this, your shields will recharge much faster."

A new man walked into the room. He was a year or two older than Naoto, blond-brown hair, a newly lit cigarette in his mouth and dressed from head to toe in his military best. One the left side of his face was the logo of his family which was a fist holding on to three arrows. On the side of his sleeve was the ranking of a Captain.

"Or he can hide behind me. You done with my boy here, Master Gunns? I don't see any training wheels."

"His motion's are working fine, Havox, so shut your chili-hole. You're free to go, son, just remember, take things slow."

"Don't worry, I'll hold his hand." Havox stood at the car that connected the Chicago Storm with the Cairo. "C'mon, Boss. They're waiting for us on the bridge."

"So, Havox, when you gonna tell me how you made it back home in one piece?"

"Sorry, Gunns. It's classified."

"Huh! My ass! Well, you can forget about those adjustments to your Skullsmasher scope! And you're surely..."

The doors close and the tram car started to move rises.

"Well, he's in a particularly fine mood. Maybe Mandalord Aaron didn't give him an invitation." Havox said sarcastically.

The car went through a dark tunnel before it was replaced with a solid glass tunnel. Naoto and Havox could see the rest of the station, the other stations, as well as Mandalore and the other stars.

"Mandalore..." Havox said. "Haven't seen her in years. When we shipped out the Orbital Defense Grid was just rumors and politics. Now look! The Cairo is just one of three hundred Omnispace platforms. That OSN canon can put a round clean through a Federal capital ship. With coordinated fire from the Arcadia and the Militia, nothing's getting past this battle cluster in one piece."

The car went back into another dark tunnel, now they were in the Cairo. The station works were walking, some even floating, doing their normal business as the car past them. A Mandalorian battleship flew past.

"What the hell did I miss?"

"Ships have been arriving all morning. Nobody's saying much, but I think something big's about to happen."

"Well is the security really necessary?" Naoto asked. "I mean we already have the Oblivion here with those new bombs on it. What's to worry about?"

The tram stops, and they walked out to join a crowd of cheering warriors and U.R. Commandos. A grown man with dark drown combed back spiky hair and reading glasses came up from behind them. His attire was that of the Military Police. But he wasn't here to arrest Naoto.

"Hey, Naoto, how goes?" He said.

"What's up Adam?" Naoto sighed. "And do you mind? You're incredibly heavy."

"Oh don't be that way." The human, Adam Ada, said. "By the way."

"He took out a picture of a little girl on a tricycle.

"Look, can you believe how big Elly's gotten? She can even ride a tricycle now! She follows me everywhere on that thing like my own escort of cuteness."

"Yep, you're the same as ever Adam, nice and insane." Naoto sulked. "So where's Keilara?"

"Acting as a part of Mandalord Aaron's Samurai." Adam said. "You two love birds can hang out later. As for the other guys, Falco and Abena are on a date, Akisu has some family issues to take care of, and the twins are stationed on the Sanctum. Which means you two are on your own."

Robot cameras started to hover around Mace and Naoto. "You told me there wouldn't be any cameras."

"And you told me you were gonna wear something nice! Folks need heroes, Naoto. To give 'em hope." He raised his cap, adjusts his hair, put the cap back on. "So smile, would ya? While you still got something to smile with!"

On the Cairo's bridge, dozens of Universal Republic officers cheer as Naoto and Havox approach Mandalord Aaron and a beautiful woman at the end. She had deep red hair that fell to her waist. She had the most gorgeous red eyes, anyone had ever seen. Her body looked like a model, but she was dressed in U.R. Navy dressings. Her skin had the strangest orange tint to it, that made her hair and eyes stand out even more. It would make all the guys jaws dropped to the floor if they just walked in. Unfortunately for any of them, this was Keilara Santoniri, a.k.a Naoto's fiance. Naoto and Havox saluted Aaron and then he followed suit.

"Gentlemen, we're lucky to have you back."

"Thank you, sir." Naoto and Havox said in simultaneously.

Mandalord Aaron turned around as Keilara looked at the two of them. "You boys look nice."

"Thanks." They both said in unison again. They then looked at each other. They were starting to do the mimic voice that the DoppleGanger twins do. They were a pain enough when they were not trying to kill one another or hitting on every girl they met.

Aaron picks up a Colonial Cross medal from a red-clothed case containing one Gold Skull and Blaze of Glory medal. "Captain Maec Havox, The Colonial Cross is awarded for acts of singular daring and devotion, for a soldier of the Mandalorian Republic Army Corps."

Aaron placed the medal on Havox's uniform.

"Lieutenant Colonel Keilara Santoniri, the Gold Skull is awarded to those who teach other the how to be strong even in the mist of great danger. It is the highest honor within the U.R."

He placed the medal on Keilara's uniform.

"Naoto,"

"Here we go." Naoto grumbled.

"Out of everyone in the Mandalorian Army, Navy, Air force, and Marines, you have shown great strides not only in acts of courage and being a great leader. But also in being a even better comrade to those in need. That is why I am proud to give you the Blaze of Glory medal. The only warrior living to obtain it."

He handed Naoto the medal, but instead of saluting his surget father he tightly inbraced him.

XxXxXxX

At the same time, the DoppleGanger twins, Ignatio and Delgado were stationed on the Omnispace platform, Sanctum. They were monitering the radar for the OSN canon and they were as bored as sh*t!

Delgado and Ignatio both had light brown skin, red eyes, and the both looked and sounded the same if not for their hair styles. Delgado had short hair while his brother had longer hair. But even though they looked and sounded the same, what was worse, they were both increadibly bored.

"Do you think we get Sports Center on this thing?" Delgado put his feet on the screen. "I think the Baseball game is starting soon."

"But it's still spring training." Ignatio was hovering in space, upside down, looking outside the window. "I just wish we could have been stationed on the Tartarus or Cairo so we could see Naoto-sempai."

The radar then started to flexurate, then over thirty red dot were on the farthest north-east section on the screen.

"What the...?" Delgado tapped the screen. He then picked up a CAMCOM. "Tartarus, this is Corpral Delgado DoppleGanger of Vertigo squad aboard the Sanctum.

"This is the Tartarus. Go right ahead Delgado."

"I'm reading over seventy Capital style ships in yours and the Militia's space. Please confirm.

"Very funny, station. That's a big negative, over."

"Tartarus, be advised, run diagnostics to scan for malfunction."

"The skies are clear, Sanctum. You got yourself some phantom dots, over."

"Militia. Signs in your sector of some 100 Capital class ships, please advise."

"Negatory, Sanctum. Scope is clear, I don't know what to tell ya. Solar interference? Heavy sunspot activity today."

"Sanctum to Sierra Delta. uh...we might have a minor ACS fault here. Do you have anything on your scope?"

"THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!"

"Sierra Delta! Repeat!"

Raid sirens wail in the background. "We're looking at fighters over us! They already took out our canon and their boarding us! Don't know how-"

The radio then went silent. "Sierra Delta, Come in! Damn it!"

A violent shake in the Sanctum caused the artificial gravity to be turned on. To bad for Ignatio. "Looks like our break is over."

XxXxXxX

On the Cairo, Fleet Adimeral Vince Hector was on the CAMCOM. "This is Fleet Admiral Hector. We are engaging the enemy."

"Negative, Admiral. Form a defensive perimeter around the cluster." Aaron ordered, he then turned to Keilara. "Lt. Colonel, you have the OSN gun. As soon as they come in range, open up."

Keilara saluted Aaron. "Gladly."

She then turned and left for the Canon operations.

"Something's not right... The fleet that attacked Mandalore the first time was fifty times this size."

A shaken up Officer faces Aaron. "Sir, additional contacts. Boarding crafts and lots of 'em!"

"They're going to try to take our OSN guns offline, give their capital ships a straight shot at Mandalore." He looked at Naoto. "Chieftain Naoto, defend this station!"

"Consider it done." He turned to Havox, who already had two Jakob revolvers and his Skullsmasher at the ready. "I need a weapon."

Havox's trustworthy Razor-Hawk, Blayde, landed on his shoulder. "Right this way."

They left the bridge, while Aaron turned back to the stratergy plans. Over head fighter-class Eagles engaged the Federal landing crafts, while the Marathon-class Loki and Odin took out six Capital ships. The Flagships Oblivion, Armageddon Edge, and Polar Fall were all detatched and moved into defensive positions. Their Hyperpiercer canons separated the attack forces into smaller forces.

Naoto went over and picked up two Scorpio H69 Sub-Machine guns. The alerts were all the same, this is not a drill; or all hands to battle stations. They mounted up AIE-5674 Heavy Gatling Guns and M247 Heavy Machine Guns in front of the blast-proof doors as the attackers were trying to torch through them. Everyone, from Commando tp Monev Seals to Mandalorian Warrior, thought it was going to be some newest form of Kill-bot that a not captured Federal general fired off the assembly line. What they did not expect were organic life. Mandalorian rebels that were still loyal to the Nobles? No. These were Humans. Not humans from Tanho or Ishtar V. These were from the planet Terra, a planet in the Milky Way galaxy in the middle of dead space. Either way they were equally dead.

Both mounted machine guns went off with amazing speed and fire power. Sending both exploding rounds and incenderary rounds into the would-be attackers. The AIE was the first to over heat, so the M247 took over the work. It then too over heated with the extra work, but it was lucky that the M247 came back on line. After there were no more things to shoot at the Commandos and Mandalorians were free to hunt down anymore of the Terra humans.

First place Naoto went was the landing bay, where there were a team of Terran humans with a battle mech.

"BRITANNIAN BASTARDS!" Naoto yelled as he was able to dodge the bullet fire of the humans. He moved with lightning speeds onto the mech and with his right hand he tore the pilot out. The pilot spat out blood as he as died, the team below tried to shoot him down. But they to died. Either by being killed by Naoto or being killed by being turned into a human shield.

"Naoto," Keilara came over his CAMCOM.

"What's up?"

"These humans took out the Tartarus."

"A bomb no doubt." He said. "These aren't regular humans. These are Britannians. Darwinist who always think that they are the best."

"So, what are you gonna do?"

"Find the bomb crew of corse." Naoto entered an elevator and was going down. He thought this time would be a good time to try the ARMOR-CALLER. He hit the small button and in the flash of light he was in his battle armor. He could tell that someone in the technical department was messing with it. It was a very rough, yet familiar in recognition to his last form of armor. Its chest plate is more angular than that of the other versions, somewhat reminiscent of his Mark V. The helmet resembled the Commandos helmet, which is obscured and covers the wearer's face completely, has with a small area of black polymer at the bottom of the visor. The shoulder pauldrons consist of a semi-circular plate of metal to allow more freedom of movement in the shoulder area. The back shoulder plates also appeared to be removable to attach additional equipment. Luckily, his combat knife was still the same.

"Naoto, I'm following your movements through the suits." Keilara said through the built in CAMCOM. "There's a huge team safeguarding that bomb. You may want to get creative."

Naoto put fresh clips in his SMG's. "Thought I'd blast my way through. Try something different."

The door opened and Keilara was right, there was the bomb being guarded by a bunch of grunts who were about to die. Their electrically shot bullets repelled off Naoto's stronger shield. His suit didn't hold him back. It was like a second skin if anything.

He then used his two SMG's to tear through the team and get to the bomb. With a few clicks, he was able to turn off the count down.

"So how much time was left?"

"You don't want to know."

"Cairo, this is Chicago Storm." Havox's voice came over the CAMCOM. "The carrier's shield is down. We're in position and ready for immediate assault."

Back on the bridge of the Cairo.

"Negative Captain." Aaron said. "Not against a ship that size. Not on your own-"

"Dad..." Naoto said over his CAMCOM. "Permission to leave the station?"

"For what purpose, Chieftain?"

"To give the Brits their bomb back."

Back in the lower level, Naoto was already moving the bomb to the air duct on the lowest level. "Permission granted."

"I know what you're thinking, and it's crazy."

"So, stay here."

"Unfortunately for us both... I love crazy."

The elevator reached the empty air duct, and Naoto steps out, watching the battles through the huge bay door. The entire fleet streamed down toward Mandalore, chasing the invading Britannian ships. Naoto then steps up to the door's release handle, which drops down above him.

"Just one question. What is you miss?"

"I won't."

Naoto pulled down the handle and the bay doors cycle open, the bay was decompressing rapidly. Debris lifts off the floor and hurtles into space, and the bomb was slowly begins to slide toward the doors, causing scratching sparks to tear across the floor. Naoto grabbed hold of it as it passed by, and was pulled out into space.

In free-fall, Naoto descends in the general direction of northern Hikarido. The first carrier is miles below him, too far to reach. The second carrier passed right below his position, and opens up with a energy projector, narrowly missing him. A cruiser rockets below him, takes an Energy Projector round right through its spine, explosions lighting all over its hull. Naoto plummets past it, watches as its engines fail and try to relight themselves as they tried to escaped.

A pair of Eagles fighters dive past him, and make a strafing run on the carrier. They open fire on the Carrier, and make a staccato beat of fire along the back of the carrier, allowing Naoto to slip through the narrow hole the bomb blasts have created.

The Carrier's center was a huge, open chamber, a massive fusion core casting white light across its inner surface. The carrier has been taking a lot of abuse do to the battle; the far side of the chamber was torn open, showing Mandalore outside. Naoto crawled up the bomb, pressed its activation panel, and spun around. His flexed his legs, and he vaulted off the bomb, aiming for the split in the carrier's hull.

He plummeted from the carrier, straight for Mandalore, as the huge carrier explode behind him. Blue and green heated pieces of metal were chasing after him. As Naoto fell towards Hiarido, the Chicago Storm was flying beneath him, at matching trajectories. Inside Chicago Storms's bridge, Adam and Havox watched a new tactical display. A sudden thud resounds throughout the ship, Havox and Adam looked up.

Adam looked at Havox and grinned. "For a brick... he flew pretty good."

"Boss, you alright?"

"Yah, I'm alright."

"Damn fool, why do you always jump? I swear, one day you're gonna land on something as stubborn as you are! And I don't do bits and pieces." He was done giving Naoto a piece of his mind. "Boss, get inside, gear up. We're taking this fight to the surface. We'll meet Ignatio and Delgado down there."

The Chicago Storm banked hard and started to drive into Mandalore's atmosphere.

Hey Guy's, New Mandalord here. Chech it out, I was cleaning out some old files and I stubbled on the original first chapter I did for Naoto. I did this years ago and the reason why I didn't put it in was because, for any video game junkies, it sound to much like Halo 2. So to dodge copy-rights Nazi's I made the one you guys always read.

Some changes I made was that Naoto does suffer from Post Tramadic Stress Disorder, Havox was not a smoker, Keilara and Naoto were more flirty comrades then a soon to be married couple, and that I put twins in Vertigo squad. I don't know why I left the Doppleganger twins out, it wasn't intensional I just couldn't find a job for them to do for them being apart of Vertigo. I might bring them back in future chapters, but that is a maybe.

As for the violent atmosphere, it would have given Mandalore a better excuse to go to war with Britannia.

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