Hey guys! This is my first attempt that I've had the balls to publish here. The idea behind the way the Vocaloids work in this story is based off the awesome story written by Barzini called Vocaloid a Wonderful Reality. I recommend you guys read it as it is absolutely awesome and I hope Barzini doesn't mind me using the concept :3 Well that's all I have to say for now! Please review and enjoy!
Pablo signing off!
"I signed up when I was 17 along with my closest friends; we felt that a career as a marine was all we had when we left for a training camp in the summer time. While we were busy busting our butts in a training camp in the mountains of Europe, the higher ups decided to put us on the augmentation list without any permission from us. Now, I actually appreciate their decision, they turned me into what I am today. One of humanity's finest soldiers, the 'Sword and shield of Earth and all her colonies', as they put it. I am no longer, 'that nerdy kid with the robot girlfriend'.
Okay I think I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning, my name is Paul. I was born 18 years ago in the United Kingdom, when I was young my family moved to a metropolis called Leeds in the centre of the country. There I met the greatest idiots this world has ever known or as other people like to call them, my friends.
When I was about sixteen I applied for a college in Singapore known for its links to a certain company, specifically the one who created the most popular Vocaloids. They accepted me as a student and allowed me to do my work in my home country so I could continue my standard education. Perhaps the best part of this was the companion I acquired along the way, you see at this college each student gets their own Vocaloid and assignments include things like composing new songs for the Vocaloids to sing. Also thanks to 26th century technology, these Vocaloids are able to project themselves anywhere there is light, which is absolutely awesome! But anyhow the Vocaloid I was assigned was none other than Hatsune Miku herself. She came back to the UK with me and we went about our lives like nothing had changed."
"Hey whatcha thinking about?" Richard quizzed.
"Seriously Rich? You just completely ruined my train of thought!" Paul complained before he lapsed back into his thoughts. "Right where was I? Oh yeah! Things were going along swimmingly until I was abruptly shoved into another school that had the right features and services for Miku. It wasn't until later that I realized a couple of other kids had Vocaloids too. One was a girl called Rachel, she was a maths genius and an overall cool person, her Vocaloid was one of the originals too but unlike Miku, Luka was very timid around the younger boys as the pathetic morons were horny little devils to say the least. If anyone knew Megurine Luka, it was obvious she was eye candy to most people who saw her.
The only other person to own a Vocaloid in the school was Tyson, a bit of a nutjob, usually says the most inappropriate things at the most inconvenient times but also an overall cool guy. His Vocaloid is Big Al, he might as well be an exact copy of Tyson, all the girls were attracted to him but unlike Luka, he absolutely loved the attention. We all hung around together during the free time we had between lessons. I had other friends too, but they felt uncomfortable around the Vocaloids for some reason.
My other friends, Richard, Keiran and Christopher, myself included, decided to join the UNSC Marine Corps when we were all close to the eighteen year old mark. Miku didn't take the decision well at first but she finally came around. And so when we were shipped off to a training camp during the summer of 2558, a couple of months after the New Phoenix incident, the UNSC approached Crypton Future Media about the future of Miku under my care. I thought that I'd never see that clumsy, lovable oaf ever again.
During the summer came our surprise augmentation, turns out we had done well enough to be worth the time and money being turned into Spartan-IVs. For some reason they sent us back home after the summer at camp. Not sure how they expected us to blend in whilst being 6 foot 9 inches tall. But thankfully when I got back home and I knocked on that door, I was greeted by my parents, my grandparents and Miku.
Whilst I explained what I was allowed to talk about during my time away, my father brought in a small briefcase stamped with the UNSC insignia and handed it to me. Miku seemed really excited about said case as I undid the latches and opened it up. Inside was a small data crystal chip, about the size of an old SD card. Along with the chip was a letter explaining that the chip was the new home for Miku's database, so she could function no matter how far away from the main system at Crypton's headquarters, which all the Vocaloids got their information from. Miku told me about how the UNSC technicians explained to her that the chip could be inserted into the back of my helmet and how she would be my combat support AI.
A few weeks later we were taken to a base on the outskirts of Leeds, we were finally able to see our gear. Due to my aptitude with vehicles during my training I was given Operator armour coloured blue with yellow stripes and a golden visor. Chris, surprisingly, was given Wetwork armour due to his skill in taking down targets quickly and quietly. And I have to say, his purple and black armour looked freaking badass.
Keiran was given Aviator armour but was told he wasn't specialized in any particular area; he just shrugged and went off to the technicians to have his yellow and red armour put on. Richard was told the same thing as Keiran and just nodded as he was given his blood red Recon armour.
After the technicians helped us put our armour on we were given orders to head to a spaceport nearby for transport to a cruiser waiting in orbit. Miku must've done something because Rachel and Tyson with their respective Vocaloids were waiting at the entrance along with other people who came to say goodbye.
After Big Al had pried a sobbing Luka off Miku we were on our way to the cruiser and one slipspace jump later we arrived at our first destination. And finally after that monumental monologue in my own head we're finally up to the present."
Paul felt a fist bump against his chestplate and he slowly looked up.
"Wake up you lazy sod," he said in his strong southern English accent, "We're landing soon."
"I was awake the whole time," Paul retorted. He looked to his left in the dimly lit room and saw Miku dressed in a white officer uniform with black and gold epaulettes and a white hat with a black beak and a gold UNSC badge on the front. Her hair wasn't tied up in the twin tails she usually had and she had a pistol holstered on her right thigh. "Not what you're used to wearing is it?"
"No, but someone needs to look well-presented so that people actually take us seriously," Miku said with a smile. She might be acting serious while on the job but the same old Miku was still there.
"Now that's just harsh!" Richard said from the other side of the room as he made sure his helmet was on properly. "I just finished polishing my armour up for this mission."
Chris looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, "Yeah and it still looks like shit."
"Ah shut up. Can't this damn Pelican go any faster?"
"You didn't read anything about this place did you?" Keiran asked, "Apparently people from all over come to Almira for its natural beauty and cheap luxury resorts. Even if we are in a military ship it could be a while before we actually get clearance to land due to the air traffic around the capital."
"But we're heading to the Council spire aren't we? Doesn't that mean we should have double the priority?"
Just as Keiran was about to reply the Pelican began to descend and the pilot announced that they would be landing soon.
"Happy now?" Keiran said jokingly.
Paul stood up and put his helmet on, "Miku give us a quick rundown of the mission."
"Sure. The council has asked for assistance regarding their personal safety," Miku said, "apparently they believe certain business men are furious at the recent industrial tax changes the council have made. They've apparently had threats, as well as one man being hospitalised after an incident involving a council member. The council are hosting a dinner party in a couple of days and they've requested some additional help during the party."
"Tch. So basically we're going to be security guards for some rich blokes?" Richard groaned.
"In a very simple way, yes you are. I suppose I could pretend to be the only daughter from a rich family on a different planet, whose father is thinking of investing here."
"And hopefully get information on what's going on and who might be planning something," Keiran added.
"Exactly."
The Pelican settled down on the landing pad high up above the city. The spire towered above the city, other vehicles were flying around above and below the pad and other tall buildings could be seen in the distance. Outside the city were beautiful green tropical forests stretching for miles.
The rear doors of the Pelican opened up and the four Spartans and the Vocaloid stepped out. They were greeted by a slender looking man in what seemed to be a bell boy uniform, the large baggage trolley behind him confirmed it. He was surprised as he saw the four armoured soldiers walk by, he was about to speak to one of them when he turned round to see Miku stood in front of him.
"Could you please tell the Council we'd like to see them?" she said in a stern but high pitched tone. The bell boy just nodded and Miku went to catch up with the rest of them.
