A/N: I've started up a macross fic, since i'm insane and mad (it was in the middle of my exam period and i still had the balls to write shit!). And considering that i'm already writing so many fics at once, i really... REALLY shouldn't be doing this. But meh, who cares. Those who read my other stories know i hate flames. Positive remarks are useful. Also, i may not have all of the facts, so don't go screaming at me like 'that isn't right!' or 'it's suppose to be-'. I suck at grammar and open officer won't check for spelling mistakes (i'm too cheap to buy microsoft office).
NORMALLY, i suck at writing anime fics. Really, i suck at it. I'm better at writing gaming fics, but i was saved when the Macross Frontier Ace game for the psp came out, and i loved flying the VF-25s... SO AWESOME. Anyway, i started writing this fic during my exam period when i was sorting out my anime collection into proper folders (before the files were just all over the damn place. Half of the damn series was in a separate hard drive!!), and in my insanity, decided to watch Macross F from beginning to end again... TWICE. My exams are finally over, and i wanted to publish this for xmas, but polishing the plot line too longer than i expected. Oh yeah, my exams were a total mess.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Macross Frontier, or the Macross series. Do not sue, don't even think of it. All OCs, however do belong to me.
Macross Frontier
Upon Gentle Wings
Chapter 1
Welcome to the Club
The pain, the darkness that threatened to cut her sight off. She tried to reach out for him, but her arm would not move. Why? Why did this have to happen? Just a little more. A little more and she would have reached him. He cannot be dead. She will not accept that fact. Didn't they promise each other that they would be together forever? Didn't he tell her that no matter what, he would always come back to her? What was that promise? Was it all a lie? No, she will not have it. He isn't dead. She pushed her machine forward a little more, forcing the gears and joints to crack and buckle. The arm would not respond as well as before. But she still persists, pushing forward, inch by inch. Just a little more. A little more. This is not the end for them here. This is not the place of their death. They will live on. They will laugh at this point in their lives. So... they will survive this.
"Cap...tain.... don't...leave me..."
The jerk of his ride shook him awake. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around him. The transport bus wasn't exactly filled to the brim with people, meaning that he was reaching his destination, the last stop on this route. He looked outside of the window, seeing the endless green fields stretch out for miles. Just a few years ago he wouldn't have believed he would be able to see this for himself. A real planet. And now it was theirs. Or at least they were sharing it.
A large shadow flew overhead, causing some people in the bus to peer outside. With its large tough red exoskeleton, the giant bug creature matched the speed of the bus for a while, before turning off and heading off in another direction. It was odd to think that just a few years ago, they had fought so desperately against those bugs known as Vajra. The war that they waged had cost them dearly, losing many loved ones.
There were still many who held resentment against the bugs, but the overall consensus was that they were at peace. The bus gave another bump, this one harder than before. Roads were not completely constructed yet on the planet, and so only rough dirt paths were cut through. Small cities were erected around the shoreline where the main colonial ship, island 1 landed. The large Battle Carrier, Battle Frontier, stood in full battroid mode in the water next to Island one, serving as the military's main base of operations.
The NUNS were still active, and were the main military force for Battle Frontier as well as being in charge of security and directing the construction of the settlements. However most people do not look up to them like before. During the war, the main military group that had proven themselves countless times in the field was none other than a private military company known as Civilian Military Provider Strategic Military Services, or S.M.S. for short.
It was through them that the true enemy was revealed, as well as many hidden conspiracies that would have caused the foundation of their colony to crumble. The bus came to a stop, and the rest of the passengers got off, as did he. Stepping out into the bright open field, he shaded his eyes to look up at the imposing structure before them. A large building was constructed out of one of the many damaged colonial Island ships to house two large groups.
One of them is a research company, L.A.I. corporation who is currently the main company in charge for technology research for both the settlements and for the military. The L.A.I. is run by a young man known as Luca Angelloni, who was also part of S.M.S., which explained the part why L.A.I. is mainly working with the other group that was housed in the same building, the S.M.S. The L.A.I. provides the newest technology for the S.M.S. making the S.M.S. the most technologically advance military group in the sector.
One of the reasons why a private military company was originally stronger than the main-stay military was because the government in charge of Macross Frontier had wanted to focus on using their funds to promote culture and improve the standard of living. It was cheaper to hire a private company to do most of the scouting and military combat, but this did not mean that the NUNS were fewer in number. The NUNS military personnel outnumbered S.M.S. twenty to one. But S.M.S. is home to some of the best pilots, engineers, scientists, and personnel on the planet.
A couple of the people who sat in the bus with him were already wearing the signature black jacket of S.M.S., walking into the large building without pausing. As for him and about five others, this would be their first time looking at the giant structure. And for some reason, there was a large group of people waving colourful banners outside the building. He recognized the names on the banners, and figured that those 'two' must be inside.
"Are you people the new recruits?"
A voice made them turn. A young woman dressed in a dark red uniform approached them with a data chart in one hand. Her shoulder length red hair having a few hair clips to prevent her bangs from covering her face. And her most intriguing point was the fact her eyebrows were quite small.
"Yes ma'am! I am Warrent Officer Kyle Grukil, reporting for duty!"
One of the men snapped to salute. The woman studied him for a few moments, before checking her datapad.
"... Warrent Officer Grukil, previously from NUNS fighter division third squadron. Alright, where is your form?"
She questioned. The man showed her his communication device, which held his transfer form. The woman transferred his form to her datapad, then nodded.
"Alright, it all checks out. Next."
The woman went down the line, checking each new candidate's credentials and application form. Besides the Warrent Officer, the others seemed to be civilians. Two of them were students from Mihoshi academy's pilot program. Another one was a plumber applying to be an engineer. Another was a medic who was sent by NUNS as part of an exchange training regime. Finally, the woman stood before him.
"Name?"
She asked, scrolling through her datapad for his information.
"....Ariule. Ariule Kryst."
"Ariule.... second lieutenant Kryst Ariule formerly of NUNS fighter division thirteenth squadron?"
"WHAT?!"
The Warrent Officer overheard the woman and ran over to him just to take a look.
"Thirteenth squadron? You bastard, daring to show your face in public like this-"
"Warrent Officer Grukil, get back in line."
The woman glared hard at the man, who gritted his teeth and walked back to his place in line. Kryst was used to things like that. His previous squad wasn't exactly all pretty and proper like the others. He straightened his jacket and dusting it off. He liked this jacket.
"So, second lieutenant, your forms?"
The woman asked, prompting him to pull out his communication device. The form was transferred and the woman checked it quickly before nodding.
"All clear. All right, follow me. You will all be debriefed in the meeting room. Follow me."
The group followed the woman around the main entrance to enter from another side. The inside of the structure was massive, having an intricate layout of hallways and rooms. The large portion of the structure was used as testing and training grounds by both S.M.S. and L.A.I. who use the wrecked cities of the old colonial islands for simulations. But the other parts were repaired and reconstructed to look brand new.
"Erm...excuse me."
One of the students tried to grab the attention of the woman they were following.
"It's Master Sergeant Hoa. And what question do you have?"
The woman asked back whilst still continuing to lead the way.
"Erm... those people outside. Are they-"
"Yes, they are fans of Sheryl Nome and Ranka Lee."
"Then does that mean-"
"Yes, they are here. And no you can't get their autographs."
The Master Sergeant answered back without pause, as if she had been asked these questions enough times for her to answer them before they are even formulated.
"Then... what about the rumours of-"
"The private lives of our two songstresses have nothing to do with your job. If you are still want to be persistent, ask them yourselves later. They are working together with S.M.S. and L.A.I. as part of the Vajra research project. And here we are."
The Master Sergeant led them into a debriefing room that had around twenty chairs facing a screen in the front.
"All of you will wait here for a superior to come in. Do not make any problems or there will be consequences later."
With that, the master sergeant left the room. The silence that was left was suffocating compared to the noise from the busy corridors. At this point, he noticed that warrent officer Grukil was giving him stares. Not this again.
"Hmph, so what is a member of the infamous thirteenth squadron doing here?"
The soldier added slight sarcasm with his question. But he didn't want to answer, simply sitting back in his chair and looking through the contracts on his communication device.
"... Hmph, too arrogant to talk?"
More like not wanting to talk.
"Erm... what is the thirteenth squadron?"
One of the students asked. Obviously he didn't want to talk, so the warrent officer decided to explain it, his version.
"They are a bunch of the worst hoodlums. They never listen to superiors, do their own things at their own pace, and worst of all, they would betray their own comrades and leaders just to save their own hides."
That sentence made him snap. He slammed his fist down on the table arm of his chair.
"Oh? Has the lieutenant lost it after hearing the truth?"
"Shut it asshole. You don't know half of the story and you go off yapping your trap like you're the newest gossip vendor."
"I don't need to know the whole thing to know what you guys are, a pile of disgusting, rotting waste of-"
"How dare you!"
He jumped out of his chair, lunging for the soldier, who had also decided to go for a fight, but the two were held back by the others in the room who knew what should happen if two ex-NUNS soldiers started to fight. The word chaos was not doing what could have happened any justice. The door slid open once more, and a small girl with her long blue hair tied into twin tails walked in to see the mess that had made the meeting room into a brawling ring.
"Sit down! All of you!"
She slammed her hand against the wall, causing a slight crack. That caught the attention of the room. Everyone decided to go back to their seats, though the two soldiers were still glaring at each other.
"I said sit down, unless the both of you want to duke it out now outside of this place and never come back in."
That made them settle down. One of the students was wondering about why there was kid in the room.
"I'm not a kid, for your information. I am your superior, Major Clan Clang. I'm here to debrief all of you on the different jobs of S.M.S., the goals and structure, and finally your jobs. Each of you will get a copy of the data of these informations and more on your devices."
A/N: As you may have already noticed, this story is looking through the eyes of new people who join SMS. The main cast will appear in every chapter, and will be greatly tied to the OCs, but they will not stick out too much. They're aren't the main focus here.