Hoshikuzu Highway

(Stardust Highway)

Chapter 1 - Virgin Story

So I decided... let's combine 3 things together and see if it works. Huzzah, and I got this! BEHOLD, a fusion of 2 music shows, a supernatural show, and a whole lot of ships...

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Macross, Teen Wolf, and BTR are properties of their respective owners.

I'm also not sure how this is going to end. If I do even finish it.

Warnings: M/M slash, lots songs. Kames/Jagan/Kogan love triangle (because Macross), Sterek

Because this is Macross/BTR, there is going to be singing. A LOT OF SINGING. At aliens.

I promise, I'll write out a track list later.

Prologue

In 2009, mankind encountered an alien race of warring giants known as Zentradi, and a war broke out. Zentradi, created as war machines by the ancient civilization "Protoculture", had no culture of their own, and were reproduced by genetic cloning. As war waged between the Zentradi and humanity, a peace treaty was finally signed as a result of the culture shock that idol singer Lynn Minmay caused amongst the Zentradi forces with her music. After facing near extinction on a mass scale that devastated the planet, humanity headed into space in large scale emigration fleets, spreading throughout the galaxy in search of habitable worlds. During this journey, encounters with other alien species was unavoidable, as well as the consequences of the Protoculture's remnants, most of which remain hidden in the deepest reaches of space to this day.

2060 AD - Over 50 years after Lynn Minmay - Present Day

[DEFOLD SUCCESSFUL]

Kendall Knight switched the autopilot of his VF-31 back to manual as the plane exited super dimension space. Ahead of him, planet Beacon lay, lush and green, lit by a trinity of small stars. Kendall let out a breath, he'd seen space before, but coming up on a planet he'd never been to before was exciting. Even more so, he was going to see his family. He'd been apart from his mom and younger sister, Katie, for the last four years. He'd been scouted by the Strategic Military Services (S.M.S.) and been whisked away to finish high school and start training right after middle school. Now, after all the hard work, he'd gotten his diploma, pilot's license, and a job, which, coincidentally was to be the S.M.S. liaison to the NUNS outpost on Beacon, which was where his family had recently moved for work.

Planet Beacon sat near the edge of the Milky Way, in a smaller galaxy with three small suns. The planet was already inhabited by humanoid-like creatures, microns, but they resembled beings out of Earth culture's horror movies. New UN Spacy (NUNS) established contact back in 2040 and trade began. The Beaconians took a great liking to the culture brought by Earth, particularly its music. While colonizing was not an option because the planet was inhabited, many Earthlings migrated to study there, working with the Beaconians upon the discovery of Protoculture ruins on the planet. NUNS eventually created a military outpost on the planet, as a way to keep poachers and rogue Zentradi fleets in check. Kendall glanced at his orders, instructing him to report to Stilinski, captain of the Macross Omega, the super dimensional fortress (SDF) assigned to the outpost. He'd heard the rumors though, as Stilinski had made a name for himself as 'Sheriff', arresting and taking down thousands of bandits back in his pilot days.

Kendall's info recap was cut short by the radar alarm going off. The computer bringing up a civilian craft distress signal, along with multiple unknown units. Gripping the controls, he turned his machine in the direction of the distress call, weapon discharge fire and explosions entering his field of vision as the valkyrie flew straight towards it. The computer AI identified the hostile units belonging to a rogue Meltrandi (female Zentradi) fleet. The radio crackled, someone was trying to hail him.

"This is Macross Omega's Wolf Squadron Captain, Derek Hale. S.M.S., do you copy?" A gruff voice came over the line.

"This is Lt. Kendall Knight. I detected a distress call. I'm moving to intercept."

"Don't do anything stupid. Switch to channel 5. Our CIC will direct you until we can get there." Captain Hale's voice ordered. Kendall's fingers tapped the frequency changer, switching it over.

"This is Omega 1." A female voice said, coming in loud and clear. "Lt. Knight, Captain Hale just sent me your info. Wolf Squadron will back you up in 3 minutes."

Now Kendall had a clearer view of the battle, the plane's camera's picking up another valkyrie, badly damaged, was weaving around through the Meltrandi, barely holding it together, with an arm missing and an engine damaged. "I got another machine here. One of yours?"

"No. Hold on, checking IFF… it's the security detail for a shuttle. Do you have a visual?" The CIC operator asked.

"Yes, but that pilot's not gonna keep those Meltran off them for much longer. Permission to engage?"

"Granted. Wolf Squadron is a minute out. Hold on a second… what?" The girl's voice faded, as if she'd pulled her headset away. Kendall looked confused before there was a rushed crackling and heavy breathing. "Do you have speaker pods?"

"Yes." Kendall said, puzzled.

"Great. Put that singing voice to good use. Might I recommend something fast paced?" Another female voice came over the line.

"Lydia!" Voice number one hissed.

"Ok..." Kendall said slowly, reaching behind him and switching the controls over, his guitar setting up and syncing with the flight controls. The CIC's suggestion made sense, using music to culture the Zentradi. But instead of a Minmay Attack, it'd be a Kendall Attack. He was in position, piloting a course right through the enemy units, firing speaker pods as he passed through. Turning the sound up, he began to strum and sing an original song he wrote.

"Can't sleep without lights on. It's like I'm broken when you're gone…"

The enemy began scattering in confusion. Kendall continued to sing, dodging gunfire as he made his plane dance through the battlefield, doing his best to draw attention away from the damaged valkyrie. The Meltrandi began escaping through folding, vanishing into super dimension space as Wolf Squadron arrived on the scene and helped chase off any remaining stragglers. With Kendall's help, Wolf Squadron towed the damaged valkyrie and shuttle back to an ARMD carrier orbiting the planet. Once the machines were locked down on the carrier's flight deck, Kendall exited his cockpit to be greeted Wolf Squadron's leader, a tall, strong man with piercing eyes, 3 day scruff, and wolf-like features, Kendall assumed was Beaconian.

"Kendall Knight I presume?" Hale said, his voice low as Kendall saluted.

"Sir. Reporting from the S.M.S. Sephilla branch."

"At ease." Hale said gruffly, turning to watch Kendall's gaze as medics entered the rescued shuttle and valkyrie. "You really helped us out today. When we get back to Omega, the captain will debrief you. Till then, come with me. The mechanics will take care of your machine."

"Sir, are the Meltrandi the reason you requested help from the S.M.S?" Kendall asked as he followed Hale across the flight deck.

"No, but I'm not the one who should be explaining the situation." Hale said, sliding a keycard on a door, stepping aside for Kendall to enter the officer's lounge before turning to leave. "You can sit tight in here. The ship will start reentry in fifteen minutes."

Kendall sank into a chair as soon as the door shut. He was alone. Part of him changed when he started training in the S.M.S. Now he treasured the quiet times he got a lot more than he used to. Only now the golden silence was interrupted by the door opening and someone stomped into the room, stopping in front of him, casting a shadow over him.

"AHEM." The melodic, but super pissed off sounding voice filled the room. Kendall looked up, eyes travelling from the designer shoes, hip hugging pants, snug fitting collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing some very impressive forearms, to the face. Or more precisely, 'The Face' of pop singer James Diamond. With five singles in the Galaxy Music Network's Top 50, model, and stopped an entire Zentradi fleet with his dance moves alone, Kendall would have been a little more starstruck, if not for the writhing, heated glare that darkened Diamond's usual calm and bright features.

"Can I help you?" Kendall asked, the singer giving an annoyed huff at that.

"Well, thank you, but I'm pretty sure now that you're here, my help is no longer needed." James said, sarcasm dripping heavily from his voice. "Just because you had a guitar and could carry a tune doesn't mean you can just upstage me."

"Excuse me?" Kendall said, standing up, finding to his dismay that James was just a bit taller than him.

"You heard me eyebrows." James sneered. "Your song was mediocre at best. But people wanna hear good music out on the battlefield, and do you have 5 singles currently in the top 50?"

Kendall felt his hands tightening into fists. He'd wrote that song himself. Part of him wanted to sock Diamond hard right in his perfect teeth.

"I didn't think so." the singer drawled. "You're just got lucky those Meltrandi found your voice just…"

"James!" A tired voice rang out.

"Logie!" James stopped ranting, running over to the dark haired human in the doorway, whose arms were wrapped in bandages.

"James." 'Logie' said, sounding exasperated. "He was just doing his job. He saved all of us. Stop giving him crap."

"You got hurt... For me?" James said, his fingers tracing the bandages, completely ignoring what the injured pilot was saying.

"Hey, I'm Logan… I…" The pilot started to say, but the singer cut him off, locking their lips in a long kiss. Kendall shifted uncomfortably as the two broke apart with a loud 'pop'.

"James." Logan growled as the singer looked over his shoulder at Kendall with disdain.

"You're Logan Mitchell." Kendall said slowly, recognizing the other man as one of the pilots that got a lot of attention after being drafted into the military on the Macross 7 fleet. Rumor had it that the ace pilots Max and Millia had personally trained him.

"Yes he his. He's also my fiance." James snapped. "So don't get any ideas."

"Be nice James." Logan groaned, as the doors opened and several medics walked in, insisting that Logan be placed in the medical bay, despite his protests. As James turned to follow, he gave Kendall one last look of hatred before the door closed. Kendall shook his head. He did like James' music, but the guy was a total jerk-face.

About a half hour later, the ARMD carrier had docked with the Macross Omega, located in the Forest Zone of planet Beacon. The fortress stood out amongst the tall trees in its transformed state, overlooking the city of Beacon Hills like a silent guardian. Kendall entered Captain Stilinski's office, located on the floor just below the ship's bridge, his trip there gaining the attention of a wide-eyed red-head and curly haired brunette, who gave him the once over before giggling and disappearing into the bridge elevator. Captain Stilinski was an older human male, his sandy hair cut short, but his stance was alert, even though he looked completely relaxed behind his desk when Kendall walked in.

"Ah, glad to see you made it OK." Stilinski said, a wry smile on his face as Kendall saluted.

"Sir?" Kendall raised an eyebrow as the 'Sheriff' motioned for him to have a seat.

"I can't say that I'm not relieved to have an extra set of hands here. With all the incidents that have been going on with the locals, managing their cases and the rogue Zentradi has got me at my wits end." Stilinski sighed, picking up a large stack of digital files and tossing them at Kendall, whose phone caught the load, and gave a tired beep as it downloaded the files. "Don't mean to push all of that on you, but with Reyes on maternity leave and Wolf Squadron down a pilot, we need all the help we can get."

As Stilinski began reading off the duties Kendall would be responsible for, the blonde began scanning through the files. The words 'atavism' and 'music vaccination' jumped out at him.

"And with that last case, the local government is asking that I step down as head of the Atavism investigation you're now in charge of." The Sheriff said, his voice tight. "I was hoping that James Diamond coming wouldn't incite any incidents but clearly…" He chuckled. "I'm sure you'll learn a lot more after talking to Gustavo down in the research lab. He'll be able to explain it better than I can. I'm sure you want to get down there anyway. Your mother and sister are about to head home soon."

"Yes sir. If you don't mind." Kendall said, jumping up as Stilinski smiled, nodded, and as Kendall stood up to leave, Stilinski tossed a book at the cabinet by the door. Kendall jumped.

"OW!" a pained male voice came from inside the cabinet.

"Get out of here Stiles." Stilinski barked. "Don't you have homework?"

"Geez Dad." A bundle of soft look brown hair, fox-like ears and a tail wrapped in flannel tumbled out of the cabinet.

"You are not getting any more information on the atavism case. Now if you want to make yourself useful, show Kendall to Gustavo's lab." The Sheriff ordered. "I've got enough things to take care of before I'll be home for dinner, late. And Knight, don't you dare share the case files with my son, who should be studying. That's an order!"

"I'll keep the vegetables warm!" Stiles scoffed, untangling himself and standing up as his father huffed. "Dad, you know what the doctor said."

"Get out of here!" Stilinski roared.

"Absolutely." Stiles grinned, scratching behind his head, before leading Kendall out the door. Once the door was shut, Stiles bounded ahead, his ears perking up as he pivoted to face Kendall. "Hi, I'm Stiles. But… you probably already knew that. And you're Kendall! Jennifer told me all about you, and how you're nothing like Katie. You seem a lot nicer than her…"

"Uh…" Kendall stared, as Stiles rambled on about how he'd recently lost a rather modest sum of money to Katie (although that sounded about right). He didn't mean to stare, but Stiles was just so… interesting. He was clearly Stilinski's son, yet he didn't look fully human, but he didn't look like a full Beaconian either. Stiles noticed Kendall's gaze and switched the subject.

"You're probably wondering about why I look like this even though I'm the Sheriff's son. My mom was a Beaconian. And as a result, I'm a halfling.. It was a wonder how interbreeding species even worked, but then they found out that the Protoculture used the same genes to evolve the species on my planet as well, which makes us related to the Zentradi and Earthlings. So I guess yeah. That explains… a lot." He finished in one breath.

"That's cool." Kendall said. "Is your mom at home making dinner for you and your dad?" Stiles grew really quiet, his face falling and Kendall instantly knew he'd said the wrong thing. "Stiles, I'm sorry. I didn't…"

"It's ok." Stiles said, a forced smile on his face. "I lost her a long time ago. I… sometimes don't even think I remember her right… "

The elevator dinged, signaling the arrival of the car. Stiles grabbed Kendall's hand and dragged him into the elevator and pressed the button for the lab level. Kendall was silent. He knew how Stiles felt. He and Katie both lost their father just after she was born. Their mom didn't say much about it, Kendall later finding out that he'd left them for another woman. He didn't tell Katie. The younger male looked up at him with a knowing, comforting look. Whatever thoughts were going through his mind were instantly dashed when the car came to a halt a few floors down, the door opening and Captain Hale stepped in.

"Stiles." He said curtly as he pressed a button for a floor a few down. "I hope you're not causing trouble for the Lieutenant."

"No Derek. Whatever would make you think that?" Stiles asked, blinking his large eyes innocently at the older man.

"Word to the wise, Knight." Hale sighed, grabbing Stiles' tail and yanking it up,and pulling Kendall's phone from Stiles' back pocket. "Don't let him lull you into a false sense of security. He's a lot smarter than he looks."

"Hey!" Stiles protested, yanking his tail free and glaring at Derek as he handed the phone back to a very surprised Kendall. "I was going to give it back."

"You are not to get involved with this case Stiles." Derek growled. "One of these days your stupidity is going to get you killed. And then what am I… supposed to tell your father?"

"You're not the boss of me." Stiles barked back.

"Be glad I'm not." Derek snapped as the elevator doors opened. "We're lucky you failed flight school."

"I can fly if I want to!" Stiles yelled after him as the doors closed. Huffing and shoving his hands in his pockets, Stiles groaned. "Stupid Derek. I'm sorry Kendall. I'm just trying to help my dad solve the atavism cases."

"Atavism?"

"Yeah. Lately, a lot of Beaconians have been behaving based on their primal instincts… like our ancestors behaved before the Protoculture messed with our genetics. Normal, everyday people just went crazy and savagely attacked others. Then woke up later with no memory of what they'd done." Stiles said, leaning against the wall as the car started its descent. "I… oh, this is our floor." The car stopping, the two getting off, Stiles holding up his access card to the large double doors across the elevator marked 'Lab'.

There was a whoop, and a dark blur, and something tackled Kendall. Hard.

To Be Continued

Author Notes: Kendall's song is of course, 'Division of the Heart', by Heffron Drive