Okay, new story ^^
T for later gore and just all around amazingness.
Oliver=Aussie
I think I'll try and involve all the characters~
Hetalia is not mine, fucking obviously.
Baised off the game Dead Space, which is awesome so... you know, go buy it.
Comment and fav otherwise we just can't be friends, sorry.
"AHAHA!" Yao was so embarrassed, "Du-dude, I thought th-that only happened in bad movies- heh heh "And Alfred's stupid giggling wasn't helping. Yao pealed the stripe of toilet paper off the back of his shoe and threw it full force at the American. But, as Alfred's luck would have it (and the laws of physics), the paper ball fell short of Yao's laughing partner.
"Just shut up, aru!" Yao whined, mentally beating Alfred from across the command room. Alfred sat in the southwest corner by the main door with his feet up on the desk next to his and Yao's computer. There were plenty of desks with double chairs (so they could work back to back) for the other police, but they were all busy with something around the colony (Yao could see their markers on the main screen) There were about five teams in the command center, but one team offices all around the colony.
They called it a colony, but truthfully it was a space ship attached to a rock in space that orbited around a star. The ship, the colony, was a mining complex and a political statement. The earth politics seemed so far away, but everyone knew they weren't.
Religion was the same.
The colony was built to access the aluminum in the planet Nutzlos Felsen-83 (or NF83 for short). It was 20 square miles of tubes, buildings, and indoor greenhouses. The colony also housed a school and about 500,000 civilians; composed of doctors, scientists, military men from all around the world, a fair amount cops, and some just the families of the mine workers.
And this is where Yao and Alfred lived. The two stayed in the company quarters, which was basically a bunch of boards nailed to the walls with pillows and a place to put your things.
Yao didn't like it much, and there was nothing about it in the brochure he read about ISC (International Space Corps) when deciding whether to do this or just stay on Earth like a normal human being.
Stupid deceitful brochures.
Yao sighed and sat next to Alfred whose laugher had subsided, "Sooooo…"
God, sometimes Yao really hated that man, "Dude, how'd your date go?"
Yao grunted something about want to finish up work.
"Duuuude." America nudged him with no intention of leaving Yao alone, "So, Yao, how was the date?"
"Never go out with a woman who carries a gun and has the shortest temper in the history of women, aru." Yao mumbled with his lips out in a pout.
Alfred gasped and stopped typing, "You went out with a female Vash?" (Another ISC cop)
Yao turned to see Alfred gapping at him, so the Chinese decided to let this one go and just rolled his eyes before turning back to the computer screen, "Yes, Jones, I went out with the female, Asian version of V-…" Yao fell silent, seeing a familiar shadow reflecting in his screen. Alfred continued talking of course, still facing the back of Yao's head.
"Lemme guess." He continued as Yao pretended he was somewhere far away, "She had at least three guns plastered to her side, some kind of sibling complex, menacing eyes, disturbing mind, the BS thousand yard stare-…" Alfred stopped talking for a moment, before sighing, "Hey Vash…."
"You die today, Jones."
"You know you've said that to me at least nine tim- OW! YOU FUCKER! Oh it is so on now." During the battle royal going on in the center of ISC station, Yao neglected his computer (showing a layout of the colony) for a few seconds to avoid Alfred's moniter when it was thrown at him. A few rooms blinked red for a moment, but it went unnoticed by the trio.
While the ISC cops where fooling around like children and ignoring their sworn duties, the gents at the loading dock where trying to figure out why they where hearing bats from outside the glass dome on a planet with no ecosystem.
Oliver was one of the workers, and carrying large boxes around and loading them into trams to be distributed throughout the colony was his job. But right now he was simply staring out the glass, trying to see whatever was making that flapping sound.
"Oliver! Oliver, get your ass in gear!" Arthur Kirkland roared into the intercom system, which echoed around the room, alerting all the other workers who were spacing out. The Australian roared something back that one (thankfully) couldn't hear in the room where Arthur sat in with his twelve year old brother.
He turned to the boy, "See Peter? That's what I do for work!" he said cheerfully.
Peter rolled his eyes, "You yell at hard working blokes. Sounds like what you do at home." Peter yawned sleepily and sat back down next to his brother. Looking over the metal desk, all it was a radio, a book and few pencils. Arthur never ceased to bore him.
"No! You bloody prat, my job is to make sure everything is okay. See all the dots on my computer screen? All the ones that are there are heart beats, the ones that blink are unregistered heart beats… What the Hell?" Arthur looked at the screen which displayed the room and several red dots as workers. A bunch of small red dots were condensed in the center of the large circular room but there was one blinking red dot off in the corner, "Oliver, check around the back, behind the box 233," he yelled into the intercom mic, "Something's there."
Peter pressed his face to the window of Arthur's office to see what was going on. He saw two of the men yell at each other for a moment before one of them, a tall man with black hair, went to check.
Neither of the Kirklands in the office saw exactly what happened to the black haired man when he went out of sight behind the box 223. All they saw were the men scatter and the black haired man's red dot disappear.