StevieBond: Hello folks, this is my first ever story published on here, so please be easy on me.
Arnold: Please be easy on me as well, I'm just a character.
StevieBond: Before we begin, a little disclaimer just to be safe. I do not own anything to do with Galaxy Angel, enjoy reading.
Who Am I?
My name is Arnold Williams. Heh, what a way to start a story, with just a name and the sound of my imaginative voice. Who I am may be a little different from what I do, maybe it was fate or a coincidence, but those things are best left unasked. I work as part of the maintenance crew on aboard perhaps the most popular and recognisable ship across the galaxy, The Elsior. A huge carrier ship that can fire back in case enemy ships try to attack.
Wait, that's not exactly the truth, the ship has far much more than that. It had the bridge, a commander's room and a virtual park on one part of the ship which when I first heard about it, I thought it was all crazy. Another section has the cafeteria, lounge room, convenience store and a circle area where there's an elevator. A third section is where there's a warehouse, a gym, medical room, the engine room, whale room and the hanger where the small fighters are stored.
The fourth section is the crew area for the five girls and in this case, someone of royalty who's on the ship. This is the only part where I have not visited the most since I only work on the lower floors on the ship. Most of the time, I'm needed around the hanger, but I often do work at the Warehouse as well as help out with supplies for the Whale Room and the Infirmary.
Those small crafts…or Emblem Frames as they often call it are part of the Angel Wing, something to do with Lost Technology and these were the protection of The White Moon, led by Lady Shatyarn.
But that's not all, since I was part of the crew assigned to the Elsior, I also got to know and learn about the five girls who each pilot an Emblem frame and they're all different from each other and this was what I knew so far.
Milfeulle Sakuraba, 18 years of age with strawberry hair. A very positive person who puts on a smile, will always cheer you up whenever you're down and loves to cook. She's also known to be very lucky, whether it's good or bad is debatable, when I first met her, she was very nice to me.
Ranpha Franboise, 19 years of age with blonde hair. Very energetic and likes to be fit, she's also quite the superstitious type who loves fortune telling and is a helpless romantic. But get on her bad side and she won't hesitate to use her martial arts to beat the crap out of you.
Mint Blamanche, 17 years of age with blue hair. The only daughter of the Blamanche Corporation owned by her father. She's quite elegant and likes drinking tea. She also has a second pair of bunny ears and is telepathic as well. She may be short, but she can be quite intelligent and I once heard that she likes dressing up in animal costumes.
Forte Stollen, the eldest of the group at 22 with red hair and leader of the Angel Wing. Strong, confident and someone who will always have your back as long you have hers in return. She also has a huge range of guns in her collection, the ship has a target range room which is made specifically for her and always has a gun hidden just in case.
And Vanilla H, the youngest of the angels at just 14 with green hair. Very quiet, mostly glum and doesn't speak often unless she is asked by someone or if she is curious about something. But that's just one side of her, she is indeed the most reliable when it comes to her healing power thanks to her Nanomachines.
Each of the girls were unique and they're all excellent at using their Emblem frames in combat, well based on what I've seen and heard whenever there's a battle going on and for the last few weeks there had been a lot of battles.
During the 412th year of the Transbaal Calendar, a war had broken out. The Transbaal Empire was under attack by a large enemy force that was commanded by Lord Eonia. He was banished by King Gerard a long time ago, but why and how Eonia was able to strike at the Empire with such a force remains a mystery.
All I knew was that when the Empire homeworld was destroyed, there was only one member of the family that wasn't there at the time, Prince Shiva. He and a maid who served him was on this ship and Commodore Luft was given temporary command of the Elsior and Angel Wing as well as a mission, which was to escort Prince Shiva to the Rhome system.
When he made the statement that he was taking temporary command, I only assumed that he'll be in charge until he found someone else to take over, but what else do I know. I'm just a maintenance crew worker and that's all I do.
Today was just a normal day on the ship, it was my turn to work in the hanger with Creta who oversees what goes on here. I was always in awe when I looked at the Emblem Frames, the five of them were all different and ideal for various combat situations.
The Lucky Star, piloted by Milfeulle is the most well-rounded and versatile craft that can hold her own in many ways, especially when she activates her hyper cannon. Ranpha's Kung-Fu Fighter is the fastest and can out manoeuvre almost anything, but it also has the weakest armour, her Anchor Claw is one of a kind as it literally punches an enemy ship in a one-two hit combo.
Trick Master works well with the radar and Mint has her little fliers that serve as weapons. But when they start doing the Flier Dance, several ships in their range don't tend to last long. Happy Trigger boasts the toughest armour as well as the biggest amount of firepower, but it's also the slowest. Give Forte a group of enemy ships however and her Strike Burst will take them down with ease.
And lastly, but not least, the Harvester. It has the fewest offensive capabilities, but is equipped with a shield on the side. It is the only emblem frame that can repair other Emblem frames during battle. When Vanilla is able to, she calls in Repair Wave which repairs all Emblem Frames, allowing the angels to continue to fight.
As I was working on shelving the armour plating, I noticed the girls walking in and each of them going to their Emblem Frames. I felt curious, but thought better of it as there was no way I could be anything more than what I can do.
But then again, it wouldn't hurt to try and strike up a conversation, so I looked at them.
"Oh hi Arnold." Milfie greeted with a smile.
"Hi Milfie." I replied with a smile. Yes, I was one of the few who was able to call her Milfie since it saves time saying her full first name. "Another battle coming up?"
"Yep, but we're always ready and that we can do it if we work together."
"Oi Milfie, I'm the one who does the rally messaging." Forte intervened. "Let's go girls, we have a man to go and find."
The others nodded as they went to their emblem frames and then the hanger doors opened, the frames were lowered down by gripped claws and once the frames were on, the claws let go and they were all out of there.
Normally, it would be a normal battle but hearing that they were going out to look for a man, I was more curious on what they meant. But I got that thought out of my head as Crete looked at my way, thinking I wasn't doing my job.
I went back to work and pushed the matter no further, cause that's what I am, a maintenance crew worker…or so I thought.
Sometime had passed and things were quiet until the hanger doors opened, in came the Emblem Frames and I noticed there were a few scrapes on Milfie's, Ranpha's and Forte's frames. Nothing too serious and damaging, can get them all repaired in under half an hour.
Then I saw a Cruiser landing in on an empty spot, the hanger doors closed behind it and then a small door opened by the side of the cruiser. There were two men that came out as they walked out. One was a medium height guy with navy blue hair and the other was a taller guy with white hair and a patch over his left eye.
"We're here." The white hair guy said. "So, this is the Elsior."
"Amazing and this is just the hanger." The blue guy replied who was amazed at the scale of the ship. "Oh, it's the same crest as the Emblem Frames. Compared to here, they don't seem so big.
The girls then came over to him, greeting him and all, is this the guy they were talking about? Just then, Commodore Luft came in and joined in the conversation as I stayed focused on my work.
Due to my impressive hearing, I gathered a bit of information. The blue haired guy was called Tact Mayers who was in command of the second fleet and his aide was Lester Coolduras, I still didn't know why they were brought here, but then I thought to give it time for now.
"Well done, Angel Wing." I heard Luft praise. "Get some rest for now. Tact, Lester, follow me."
I watched as Luft, Tact and Lester left the hanger, soon the girls followed, well almost all of them.
"So Arnold, we have a new person on the ship, isn't that cool?" Milfie asked happily.
"Well, I don't know him at all so I can't answer that yet." I replied. "Anyways, you want me to start repairs?"
"Sure, start with my Lucky Star if you want." Milfie then began to leave. "Thank you."
I smiled back, watching her leave. "You're very much welcome." I replied to myself. Grabbing my tools and beginning to work on the Lucky Star emblem frame whilst a few others went to work on the other two that needed a bit of repairs.
My work on the Lucky Star was done after several minutes…and suddenly the sirens went off, guess I got it done in time too. Trouble was approaching and fast, I grabbed my tools and got off the frame and stood aside as soon as the girls rushed in.
"Out of the way, Arnold, we need to get out fast!" Ranpha said, running past me.
"Let me guess, enemy ships?" I asked.
"Yes." Vanilla replied. "We must go now."
I moved further away as they rushed into their frames and got ready for take-off before the upcoming battle, soon the hanger doors opened and as before, out they went.
Moments later, they came back successfully and left the hanger, probably to go to the bridge to be debriefed or something. I paid nothing of it and went to work on repairs again with the crew.
Creta then spoke to me, saying it was time for the crew change. Looks like my team was needed elsewhere and another team would take over. There were loads of crew members on the ship and each of us were divided into groups to makes our work shifts easier and varied.
My team was shifted to the engine room, I remembered that some parts of the engine were in need of repairs since the Elsior took some pretty damage as we were travelling across the Transbaal galaxy, trying to escape from Eonia's fleet several times.
We soon got to work on what needed repairing in the engine room and this was gonna take a long while, probably much more than half an hour. Just then, I saw Tact and Milfie walk in.
"This is the engine room, it's quite big don't you think?" Milfie asked him.
"Yeah, without this place, we'd be sitting ducks." Tact replied. "By the way, I hope they finish repairing soon."
"Yeah, we'd be in the way here, shall we go?"
"Sure, take me to the next free room."
Just then Milfie saw me. "Hi Arnold, don't work too hard."
"Hehe, I won't." I replied, giggling slightly.
Yep, out of all of the girls, Milfie seemed to have the most chance to talk to me. It was like that since we met a long time ago when I first came to the Elsior. Her pink hair and the little pink wreath she had on her head was pretty cute and I liked her.
I considered her as a very good friend, probably more than the other girls who knew me and was aware of my presence and responsibility. Then I heard a beep from the speakers.
"Commander Mayers and Angel Wing pilots, please report to the bridge immediately." I knew that voice already, it was Almo, the communications officer. Coco was the other girl who worked on the bridge who is in charge of the radar and enemy ship info. It sounded like it was serious, good thing I don't have to deal with any of what goes on up there.
Then, several minutes later, there was another beep.
"Attention all personnel." Tact spoke. "Suspend your duties and report to the nearest monitor." I did so, and placed my eyes on a monitor screen. "All hands, for Commodore Luft's brave officers and men, salute!"
"Be safe Commodore Luft." I heard Lester say over the speaker.
Wait, has the Commodore left the Elsior…looks like he did find someone to take command of the ship after all. I could tell that things were going to be a little different around here.
Soon, all the repairs in the engine room were finished and I sent a message to the bridge to confirm the job was done and that we were ready to move and enter Chrono Drive.
We got a reply, saying that we could rest now. I was glad, the work I had today was beginning to catch up to me. I walked from the engine room and all the way to the cafeteria. As I sat down with my chosen meal which was the cream pasta that Milfie suggested the other day, I began to have some thoughts about what I was really doing.
Am I just a normal crew member with a very good friend…or does fate have something in store for me and that I have not a clue about it, believing that it's gonna strike me in the face when I don't see it?
I ate away, not losing focus of my thoughts until I was finished and somewhat full. Pasta really does fill you up, guess I didn't need the garlic bread after all. I sat back and breathed a huge sigh, then again maybe what I have now is good.
Milfie then came on by and she was in her apron, looks like it was cooking time for her in the kitchen, I wonder if she needed some help today.
"Hi Milfie." I said. "Do you want my help?"
Milfie gasped slightly. "Really? You would help me bake?"
"Sure, I'm not on my shift right now so I have free time."
"Wow, thanks Arnold, then come with me." Milfie grabbed my wrist and took me to the kitchen. "Here, put this apron on."
"Oh hello there, Milfie." I heard the cafeteria lady say, she was a nice woman and is the head chef. "And hello to you, Arnold."
I put on an apron as Milfie pulled out a cook book. "Hello miss. I'm off duty so I'm helping Milfie with baking something."
"Ahhh, that's very kind of you. I knew one day you would be in the kitchen with her." She then walked away, seeing someone else that needed her attention.
"Wait, what did she mean by that?" I muttered.
"Arnold, ready to get started?" Milfie asked.
"Sure, what is it we're baking today?"
Milfie opened the cook book. "A cake, it's for a picnic to help Tact get to know the angels, it's a big responsibility for him now."
I looked at the cake we were gonna make. "Oh I see, that will explain why Commodore Luft left the Elsior earlier."
"Yes, Tact is now in charge of the ship as well as escorting Prince Shiva until we reach Rhome."
"Right, what do you think of him so far?"
"He seems like a great commander and is always cheerful. He's done very well with us in battle so far."
That would also explain why there wasn't much damage on show in the last battle before, he must be a superb commander. I now began to wonder if I could be just as good as he is.
"That's good to know. Anyways, shall we get the ingredients?"
"Yeah, let's get cooking."
Once we had the ingredients together and the measurements right, the mixture looked ready to be put in the oven. I took the honour of putting it in gently with oven gloves on, closing the door. Now we had to wait for the cake to be baked.
Just then, clarified evidence of Milfie's luck kicked in. The oven was beginning to smoke up and I could already tell this was gonna end badly.
"Uh oh." I said. "Milfie, get down!"
"Ack!" she exclaimed as I ran to her and grabbed her in my arms, moving her far away from the oven until.
*KA-BOOM!*
Milfie had her eyes closed as we got out of the kitchen, with me still holding on to her. Once we were safely away from the oven which was now completely wrecked as well as the cake inside that was now in cinders, I let her go.
"Cough, cough!" I said. "That was a close one…are you okay?"
"Cough, cough, yes I'm alright, thanks." Milfie replied as she hugged me. "Awww our cake and you worked so well on it."
I smiled, taking off my apron. "I know, but it's alright, we'll make another cake another time, I'm sure Tact will understand."
"Oh right, I've gotta go and see Tact. I hope he invited the other girls." Milfie said, leaving the cafeteria. "But first, I've gotta change back. I'll see you soon, Arnold."
"Yeah see you Milfie." I replied.
No sooner she left, the cafeteria lady showed up and I was a little worried. "Don't worry about the oven, it was part of Milfie's luck as always, right?"
She was right, Milfie luck can be good and bad and it was unfortunate on this occasion that it was bad luck. But still, Milfie keeps on being positive and happy, which made me become very good friends with her in the first place.
Alright, for those who've seen this story already, let me explain the edits.
This was my very first story shared on here and it's in need of a clean-up, so I've merged some of the chapters into one to make it look nicer. :)