Introduction
Disclaimer: This is a non profit work of fiction, I do not own the Familiar of Zero property. Lawsuit won't bring up anything worthwhile.
Well, how to start...
I had something like this in mind for a while, after reading tons of FoZ fanfics and watching the various seasons of the anime. What if our favorite Pinkette, instead of summoning her usual doormat Japanese teenager, summoned an adult soldier, old enough to be her father (if he had 'started' early, that is), from a setting that was an alternate interpretation of Earth, with a side of 'The general population of Earth does not know of the advanced technology'.
While I will write the first chapter with a male OC, I might be able to be persuaded to rewrite the whole thing to a female OC. There will, in either case, be romantic/erotic parts in the story, but there won't be any '30-year-old on 17-year-old' action. And if my OC is involved in any case, he (or, when I get talked into a gender shifting rewrite, she) will only get female company. While I am talented at writing smut, I will also not be overly explicit there, the story rating is mainly due to language used.
While the story might have Science Fiction heavy chapters, a few general guidelines are going to be explained and set here:
The 'Earth Tech' found, with two exceptions, is still the WW2 grade gear from FoZ canon. You will see the exceptions when they show up.
My alternate Earth has no problems with genetic manipulation, so I used this to slip the often found 'humans using their whole brain potential develop psionic power' theme in. However, Magic is still going to exist, and it will coexist with Psionics, in fact, I think I got a nice way to weave both systems together. Also, Psionics will have downsides, especially when defending against magic, as the power level rises.
There will be no massive influx of new technology, due to the lack of minerals/metals/ores not found in Halkgenia. Some hack-jobs might be possible here and there, but it would at most be for patching stuff up or creating under-performing clones. Classic case of 'Unobtainium'.
While my alternate Earth uses Nanotechnology, and everyone is actually infused with nanites, for some nice benefits, and those infused with it can use it for fine crafting or aforementioned benefits, I decided that a new infusion of a person has to be done in a medical bay with a massive computer mainframe on hand, which will NOT show up due to the previous point.
Finally, this is my first Fanfic, ever. And English isn't my native language, at all.
If asked for it, I would be willing to start adding little 'Tech Notes' at the end of each chapter, explaining a bit about the technologies introduced/used, and I will definitely do the same about psionic abilities, when I can't find a way to weave an explanation into the story itself.
Read and review please, and if you would prefer a female OC, write a reason why, please. 'Girl on Girl is hot!' is not a valid reason, by the way, while I agree with that.
It all began with an Explosion
For Fleet Commander Nathan Dunegan, the day couldn't be worse. It began with a routine patrol of a few sectors, housing only a handful of stars, on the edge of the galactic disc. While capable of finishing it in a few hours, even when just using their normal Hyperdrives, he wanted it over and done, since his battle group was scheduled for a return trip to their home base, the orbital and planetary yards of Thorstadt, an ice planet near the core of the Andromeda Galaxy, for maintainance and resupply. So he commanded each of his ships to depart to a different system, to take in some sensor scans, and relay the information back to the flagship.
But as if fate hated him, just as he was about to give the order to prepare the HyperJet Drives for an all-out recall order at maximum speed, the Communications officer reported a planetary emergency call. An independent garden world, a few sectors corewards of the Perseus Galaxy where they currently were operating, had reported a group of unidentified objects entering their solar system, which 'slowly', made their way towards the only planet in the system, a world that could best be described as a single-biome jungle planet.
Having no real other choice, given the fact that he was commanding the flagship, and the objects only looked small on the sent over sensor telemetry, he ordered an intercept course, and proceeded down to the flight deck, mumbling about taking out his frustration about the cut short downtime at Thorstadt by going out in his fighter and shooting some skeet.
And this is where it all turned from bad to worse.
For one, as soon as the Claymore, Type Ship of the Claymore Class of Battlecruiser entered the target system with maximum HyperJet Factor, the misty contrail of alternate dimensions and warped physics gave away their position. While they now could get some needed intelligence on the objects, which turned out to be some kind of ultra-long ranged cruise missile, the ships' appearance seemed to have triggered some emergency protocol in the weapons' control systems, causing them to speed up their approach, thus making any long range interception moot – and which happened to place them between the planet and the Claymore. This meant that long range bombardment with the battlecruiser's primary or even spinal weaponry would, in case of a miss, rip country sized holes into the planet, which in turn meant that interception had to be done with the fighter wings that were stationed on the Claymore.
"Flight Deck, this is Alpha Wolf, Skulltaker Wolfpack, requesting permission to launch and intercept those bastards that ruined our vacation." Nathan radioed in, as he sat in a Specter class fighter, fitted for interception. Moments later, as the clearance came, he and his eight wingmen got catapulted out of the flight bay, one by one, by the ships' computer, and, as soon as they got control over his fighter, he kicked in what could be described as Afterburners, propelling him towards the rapidly heading off guided munitions.
After what appeared like an eternity, as the weapons closed in on the planet, they finally got in range, the order to break and attack already given before launch, so that no time was wasted, the same had also been done in the fighter selection, which meant that the whole group of nine Specters had launched without missiles.
As, slowly, at long range, only possible due to the pilots utilizing their HUD, they destroyed one of the objects after another, they noticed a variety of payloads – old-fashioned nuclear warheads, Antimatter warheads, even a few biotechnological warheads. As the explosions bloomed, indicating yet another destroyed weapon, a sudden message from the Claymore's bridge came in.
„Fleet Commander, the cruise missiles are going to enter the atmosphere in 30 seconds, even if we intercept them after that moment, the payload is going to spread out and contaminate the planet!"
Seeing that he was closest to the last group, Nathan sent back: "Roger, I'm going in, I'm the closest. If I use up my emergency reaction mass, I might be able to catch the last group, there's only three of them left. Dunegan out." Activating the emergency reserve, his fighter jumped forward, the heavy ion thrusters in the back causing him to close in fast, while he peppered the general area of the remaining warheads with his particle cannons. The first going up in a flash of a yellowish-green mist, which froze to flakes in the relative cold of space indicated a biological payload, which would not cause harm to the fighter, the second warhead went up in a flash, followed by a wave of hard radiation, as a nuclear warhead detonated, the fighters' shielding getting dented, but not dropping, when a stray shot detonated the last warhead, which went up in an even brighter, white flash, the massive shock wave of a Matter/Antimatter annihilation shaking the fighter, shredding the weakened shields and causing the fighters' systems to fail, but not kill it.
"Claymore, this is Dunegan, I got them – but they also got me. Systems are fried, tumbling towards the planet, I'm going to try and get as deep into the atmosphere as possible before I eject, send a shuttle to fetch me, If you can." Preparing for the crash landing, he aimed for an area where he could pull off a somewhat controlled landing, or at least where a shuttle could pick him up.
"I beg of you..." "Claymore, did you hear something? Or am I going crazy here?" "My slave who lives somewhere in the universe!" "Yeah, slave my ass. Get lost, I'm busy here!" "Oh sacred, beautiful and strong familiar spirit!" "Seems like you should stay away from spirits there, pal." "I desire and here I plead from my heart! Answer to my guidance!"
Just as Nathan heard those words, out of nowhere, his whole control panel did light up like a Christmas tree – red lights and indicators everywhere. "Goddamn it, looks like I have to improvise, I hope this works out. PSION AEGIS!" Removing his right hand from the control orb on the right side of his pilot seat, a strange gauntlet came into view. While Nathan was, head to toe, clad in an armor suit, his hands seemed massively under-protected, with just bracers and wrappings, which also seemed to not just be tied to themselves, but also going in and out of his otherwise bare flesh. As he spoke out the last two words, clenching his fist, it began to glow in a white-blue light, before his body was wrapped into what seemed like an armor of pure energy, while he used his left hand to eject from his fighter, moments before the already unstable plasma reactor on the now tumbling wreck detonated, the earlier than expected explosion hitting him fully – with only a one by one burning up cloud of wreckage remaining, going down like shooting stars.
(Meanwhile, somewhere else)
Louise stood there in the courtyard, head hanging down. Not even an explosion this time! And it certainly didn't help that her classmates already started to mock her. Again. Only that this time, her failure meant that she would be expelled and sent home, having failed to prove that she is a proper mage, as one would expect from the daughter of the de la Vallière family. Looking up to the elderly man supervising the group of teenagers, she whispered, despair in her voice. "Professor Colbert, could I try, just one more time?"
"Sorry, Miss Vallière, you already tried four times, and it is getting late. It saddens me, but the Academy will have no other choice than to exp- " Just as Colbert wanted to tell her the very words she feared to hear, an explosion was heard, like far away – and above them. Looking to the sky, for a few moments, nothing was visible, until a slight glow appeared in the sky, getting closer and closer to the ground, a glow which turned out to be a quite massive fireball. Had any of the observers had a magnifying glass on hand, they would have been able to see a person, tumbling down from the sky at a high speed, getting faster and faster.
"Everyone, take cover!" One of Louise's classmates yelled, causing the young mages to scatter and hide, bare moments before the fireball hit the ground in front of the pink-haired girl, the object inside striking the ground, leaving a small crater. As the dust and smoke settled, Colbert took a step towards the crater, his staff held out protectively in front of Louise, taking a look at what has fallen from the skies.
"Hmm...it appears to be a man, and he fell down in front of you, after what seemed to be one of your usual ….. mishaps. It would seem that, as unlikely as it is, even unheard of, that this man is your familiar. Would you finish the ritual, please?"
Blushing, Louise stepped closer to the still seemingly unconscious man, who suddenly stirred – a motion which caused the scorched suit which looked like armor to crumble to ash, revealing his mostly nude form to everyone, the only modesty still left coming from what seemed to be an under-suit, stained with soot. Just as the prone man turns himself to his back, with a harrumph, Colbert handed him his cloak, allowing him some means of covering himself, but this moment was already enough to cause a certain dark skinned redhead to lick her lips and let out a small, needy moan.
Just as he had turned around, wiping the soot and ash from his eyes, the man looks around, finding himself in a castle's courtyard, a few teenagers in what seemed to be school uniforms crawling out of various hiding spots, a little zoo of small animals like cats, birds, toads but also what seems to be a large, red lizard hiding along with the kids.
"Wait, wait, what? Ritual? What are you, some kind of Harry Potter Role-player?" His eyes darting back to the oversized lizard, his gaze suddenly locked onto an even larger, blue lizard. "OK, someone, pinch me, I'm going crazy, I'm seeing dragons..." Saying this, he closes his eyes, pinches his arm, and opens them again – only for the large, blue-scaled dragon to remain where it was only moments before.
"Oh, you must be fucking KIDDING me..."
Lexicanum Technicae
Claymore Class Battlecruiser
A new class of Battlecruiser developed by EarthForce, completely designed around newest technological advances in power generation, shielding and especially armor technologies, it has the speed of a cruiser, the weaponry of a battleship, and the defense systems are on par with older generations of battleships. Only the Claymore, the Type ship of the class, is currently in service.
Hyperdrive
An older, but proven method of Faster-Than-Light travel, this drive system opens a tunnel from point to point in space, creating a tunnel in which the laws of physics are largely suspended. While not instantaneous, it allows distances of a few dozen lightyears to be crossed in only hours.
HyperJet
Improved and new FTL propulsion system, developed and used by EarthForce. Instead of tunneling, this system more or less rips a hole in reality, right in front of the ship, fully suspending the laws of physics. Anything is possible inside the rift, but it isn't open for a long time, the fabric of time and space repairing itself, which causes strange contrails behind the ship, often millions of kilometers long, before reality is capable of welding itself shut again. When configured for long-range transfer, given a large enough power input from the ship's main reactors, it allows speeds of 50 billion lightyears – per hour.
Specter Multirole Space Fighter
EarthForce's most recent type of space fighter. Based on the same technologies as the Claymore class, just on a smaller scale and thus 1 year earlier implemented, it is capable of fulfilling the 4 most important roles in space combat, just by rerouting power around between systems, but mostly by changing the content of the internal payload bay, which can hold missile racks, unguided bombs, super-heavy Anti-Ship torpedoes or, for interception, additional reaction mass for the propulsion systems.
Lexicanum Psionica
PSION AEGIS
A basic psionic invocation, which, while needing a conscious activation trigger by calling out the invocation's name (and thus, through training, firing the appropriate neural triggers in the brain and nervous system) is active until it is dropped with a single, purely mental trigger again. It only surrounds the body closely, like a second skin, so it does not protect armor that is worn. However, if used in combination with heat shielding or an EarthForce - grade suit of Armor, it is enough to protect someone from fatal impacts or significant amounts of heat, however, the suit or heat-shield is destroyed during this process.
Strange Gauntlets/Bracers
classified, clearance pending
