First off let me say that I'm sorry for the massive leave of absence that I took from writing. Second, I would like to give a shoutout to CabooseHelpsU for being an awesome beta. And finally I hope that you enjoy this new story that took me and Caboose all of roughly 8 hours to make and edit. And remember, don't forget to review what you liked and didn't like of this story. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

" I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."

~Nathan Hale~

As fires raged across the water, the sky filled with smoke and debris. Ships of all types and sizes were already slipping beneath the waves. Despite the chaos of the scene, an eerie silence hung over the skies.

"So, this is how it all ends huh?" The officer says as he looks around the burning bridge of his crippled ship, the USS Port Royal, before looking at the missiles that continued to streak towards what remains of said ship. The dead and dying littered the bridge around him, mirroring the state of his vessel.

His lips pull back into a grim smirk, sweeping his matted hair out of his hazel eyes. Well, looks like I get my wish to go down in a blaze of fire, even if it was just me and my men getting slaughtered like cattle. Then again, the Fog probably don't know what that phrase, even if they heard it.

He finishes before he feels the ship jerk and be torn asunder as an explosion throws him from the bridge and ship altogether. The last thing he sees is his ship burning and ripping apart when the magazine explodes, taking the rest of his men with it. He then crashes into the ocean, and his vision went black.


"Hmm, what's this?" A female in what appeared to be a spacesuit says as she looks upon the broken and battered form of the male in front of her, bobbing on the surface of the ocean. Rings of nearly clear hexagons surrounded the female. "Hmm, how interesting, he's still alive! The last reported contact with a human vessel was 50 nautical miles from here, nearly two days ago. By all means, he should be dead!" The rings fade from existence as she steps closer to the human. "It amazes me how far humans can be pushed, only for them to survive and become stronger." As she finishes speaking, she hears a light groan of pain to come from the slightly parted lips of the human laying before her.

The eyes of the male opened a little, only to close again at the near mid day sun beating down on him. All that registered was that he was alive. Drifting aimlessly in the ocean, starving, dehydrated, and terribly beaten. But he was alive all the same.

As he tried to move his hand to cover his eyes, he wracked with nigh unbearable pain. He mentally took stock of his current situation; his crew had engaged a Fletcher class destroyer, only to have his ship's magazine blown out from under him. Under normal circumstances he and his crew would have won the engagement if not for the fact that the Fletcher was part of the Fleet of Fog.

"It's good to see you awake, human. Isn't it a wonderful day to be at sea?" The female voice said while stepping closer, mostly shaded out by the sun. He did a double take as he noticed the 'woman', clad in an A7L Skylab spacesuit, from the Apollo Space missions.

"Who are you?" The male questions, groggily, as he looks at his reflection that is cast on the helmet of the spacesuit. 'I need to shave the next chance I get.' He frowned as he noticed the stubble growing on his chin.

"Is it not courtesy to give one's name before asking others theirs?" The female asks still looking down at him from behind her helmet.

"Under normal circumstances, yes. However, I appear to be floating on water, while you are standing on top of it, which can mean one of three things. First, I could of somehow of been transported into the world of Naruto, which isn't likely. Second, you could be an angel or god that has come to take me to the afterlife. Or, you could just be part of the Fleet of Fog. Personally, I'm hoping for the first or second, as the Fleet of Fog mercilessly killed any humans they make contact with." The male said, still trying to wrap his head around his situation.

"Well, you are technically right on two of those." She said, giving a slight giggling.

"Oh, and which two are they?"

"The second and third ones."

"Well. At least when I reach the Afterlife, I'll be able to say I was killed by a goddess. Just make it quick, if you please." He muttered, shutting his eyes in preparation of joining his crew and predecessors.

The female giggled. "Now now, why would I do that to such an intriguing specimen such as you? You learn that I'm a part of the Fleet of Fog, yet you do not curse me for causing you humans pain. Instead, you merely ask for a quick termination! You humans certainly are an interesting species. I am known as the Admiralty Code, a true pleasure to meet you, human." She flourished with a slight bow.

"So, according to rumor, you are the real leader behind the Fleet of Fog. I have to say I expected something different from a woman in an Apollo spacesuit. I'm Alexander Kraus, former Captain of the USS Port Royal before its destruction at the hands, or rather the guns and missiles, of a Fog destroyer. I wish I could say it's a pleasure, but I'm honestly in too much pain to care." The now named Alexander Kraus said through gritted teeth. The pain from his ordeals were finally starting to catch up to him.

The Admiralty Code giggled softly, voice ringing out like bells. "I see. I do believe I can help with that." Rings of hexagons appeared as she finished speaking, and he slowly rose to float above the water. Alexander turned his head, noting that he rested on what at first seemed to be nothing, but was actually a luminescent hexagon.

'What is it with the Fleet of Fog and hexagons?' Alexander thought as he looked back up at the helmet of the Admiralty Code. The darkness that stayed at the edges of his vision started to creep over everything, once more forcing him unconscious. Before he was gone, he glimpsed long, white hair and a pair of earrings, bearing the Fleet of Fog symbol.

The Admiralty Code laughed as the human went limp once more, pressing a hand to her mouth. "Oh my, it seems that he passed out again. What a shame, I wanted to talk some more. Well, I might as well make ourselves comfortable." She started using what few nanomaterials she had on hand to make a bed beneath Alexander, which then grew an overhang so as to protect him from the harshness of the sun. Then, sitting down at the head of the bed, she moved his head onto her lap so that it could act as a pillow. Moving her hand through his hair, she whispered. "We will speak more when you awaken, savior."


Alexander Kraus awoke to a salty breeze, face shaded by an overhang, not unlike what one would find on a four-poster bed. Blinking, he moved his head to catch a glimpse of his surroundings when he felt a jolt of pain run through his body, nearly strong enough to send him back into oblivion. A pair of hands rested on either side of his face, and he looked up.

"Ah, it's good see that you are awake once more, Mr. Kraus. Or may I call you Alexander? For a time, I feared you would not wake once more." 'That voice...is familiar.'

The Admiralty Code leaned into his field of vision, Helmetless. This gave him a good look at her face. It was perfectly symmetrical; she had defined cheekbones, skin a healthy pale shade that brought out the natural beauty of her ruby eyes and rosy lips. At that moment, she looked every bit the goddess that he called her to be.

"If you are quite done examining me, I have some points that I wish for us to discuss." She said, a smirk playing on her lips.

"My apologies. Well, Admiralty Code, what is it you wish to talk about?" He asked, and she rose an eyebrow.

"Firstly, you may call me Code for short. We needn't be so formal, I think."

'Is she...pouting? That's too cute to be real.' He nodded, rather incredulously. "Very well...Code."

"Well, the first is more of a proposition than anything else. It has to do with your immediate….situation."

'My situation?'

"Despite your ability to endurance as of yet, you have reached a breaking point. You won't live much longer, human, without medical attention. Which, by the way, is about 150 nautical miles away. However, I find you to be very interesting; thus, I'm willing to make you an offer unlike any other. A chance to become a part of the Fleet of Fog." She proudly announced, as if boasting about her results from some competition. She was still running her hands through his hair, still matted with blood.

He coughed, and muttered to himself. "To die as a human, or become part of your fleet, huh? Not much of a choice, so to speak." Just finishing his sentence, he fell into a terrible fit of coughs. Above, opalescent rings expanded, circling him.

"Oh dear. From my readings, you have one, maybe two hours to live. I would advise that you make your choice soon lest the choice be beyond control." Code said, with what looked like a frown on her lips.

"Forgive me, as I'm not very fond with the choices that are presented to me." Alexander grimaced after his coughs died down. He mulled over his (admittedly terrible) choices. One option was to die and move onto the afterlife, giving him much needed rest. The other was to give up his body, his humanity, and become one of the very beings he swore to fight. "What should happen, then, if I choose to become a part of your Fleet of Fog?"

"Oh, quite simply your body will be turned into that of a mental model, granting you a union core and a ship form that best represents you. You could become a simple destroyer, or a powerful battleship. Really, it's not up to me which ship you become." She nearly sang the words as she dabbed at his head with a wet cloth.

"I see." There were other paths available, beyond turning against his own kind. He could protect the innocent as a member of the Fleet of Fog, upholding his Officer's Oath. With that thought he made up his mind, as he was more than willing to give his life so others could live. "Very well. Please do it."

"Hmm, do what?" She cutely asked as she tilted her head to the side, in a sign of curiosity.

"Turn me into one of your fog so that I may defend humanity once more." He said with confidence while looking into her eyes. "Are you really so shocked that I agreed?"

She shook her head, melodic laugh like windchimes in a gentle breeze. "I see. So you intend to live up to your position as Defender of Man?" Off to the side, nanomaterials gathered in her hand.

"Absolutely. I swore an officer of the United States Navy to protect the defenseless from threats both domestic and foreign, and I'm not about to abandon it. I have been, and always will be, the shield of those who need it." He exclaimed, his gaze meeting the eyes of the one who would be his 'goddess'.

Code crouched down, and broke into a fit of giggling. "My oh my! You humans are so full of surprises, yet are so predictable at times." She then took on a serious tone. "Very well then Alexander Kraus. I will fulfill your wish; be warned that this will hurt, and I currently lack the nanomaterials to form a whole ship. Without more, I can only do so much. Once the conversion is complete I will give you coordinates of a resupply vessel."

He could now see the cloud of what looked to be silver sand floating above her head, "I will say this now, in the case that I am gone when you're awake; good luck, and I hope to see you once more, Savior." And with that she leaned forward, giving him a kiss on the lips. Before he felt anything else, sand wriggled, enveloping his whole body. His eyes fluttered close, and his mind shut down yet again from the pain.

The Admiralty Code pulled back after some time. The nanomaterials she had injected were forming his union core. Once again, she giggled at his unconcious form.

She lowered his head back to the bed of nanomaterials, and slowly stood up. "I have a strange feeling about you, dear Alexander Kraus. This may be our first meeting, but I can't wait for the next! It will more than likely be just as interesting. As humans say, 'Until we meet again!'"

Replacing her helmet, she gave one last glance towards the body that was engulfed in nanomaterials. She stepped away, dispersing into a cloud of nanomaterials that was carried away on the wind.