Author's Note: So this is an idea that I've been playing with in my mind. Not sure if I want to continue, but here it is and enjoy.
September 21st, 1944 - Off the coast of Britannia - "Neuroi" Dimension
"Sometimes I wish the Neuroi never came."
"Wish all you want, but they are here, and all we can do now is fight."
Everyone of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing was flying in perfect formation. They had just started an attack on a Neuroi drone. Everything was standard, until the drone decided to turn back. Mio thought for a bit. It was unusual for a Neuroi drone to turn, let alone run away. They gave chase, but the drone kept accelerating. Dark storm clouds started forming around the drone. Soon it was only Charlotte who could keep up with the drone. The storm clouds became thicker and thicker as the group approached. The drone disappeared, and Charlotte was going too fast to avoid the storm clouds, which were now spewing lightning. She disappeared in the clouds as well. Mio told the rest of the fighter wing to head back to base, and headed into the storm clouds herself. Even with magic, Charlotte was not going to last long in a lightning storm like that. As she flew into the clouds, she felt a sharp pain, blanked out, and then experienced a falling sensation.
September 21st, 1944 - Peleliu - "Human" Dimension
"This is Able Flight. We'd like to report two figures falling into the ocean, approximately two nautical miles northwest of the island. No visible wreckage."
"Roger that Able Flight, we're sending Catalinas out now."
The call over the radio was interrupted by the flight lead.
"You heard the man, we're changing course to vector 220."
Kitty Flight was composed of just two PBY-5a Catalinas, and was tasked with search and rescue. Aside from the odd nature of this mission, it really was just a routine flight. Two figures and no wreckage? If anything it made it easier, as you didn't have to sift through all the metal parts and leaking oil to get to the person.
"No wreckage eh? Probably some sort of artifact or optical illusion. We'll be home soon."
"Come on Curtiss, you know someone from high command will screw us over one way or another."
"Aww, shut up Johnny. A man can dream."
The whole crew burst in laughter.
"Hey, I can see the two figures now!"
The Catalina touched down on the water, and parked next to the two figures. The one of the crew members reached out to grab them but hesitated a bit.
"Uhhh, sir... It's two girls..."
"Girls? well, pick them up anyway and we'll head back to base. Let's see what high command has to say about this..."
The crew fished out the girls from the cold pacific, and laid them down inside the Catalina. They seemed unconscious.
"What the hell? What kind of contraption is on their legs!?" The whole crew stopped a bit to look. Some sort of thin machine with stubby "wings" was attached to the girl's legs. One of the girls had a sword and wore an eyepatch. Out of curiosity, the crew member lifted the eyepatch and the eyelid underneath.
"Holy shit! What sort of eye condition is that? Get the medic up here!" The medic came up to take a look.
"Doesn't look like anything in the books... my best guess would be some sort of infection."
"Curtiss! Take us out of here!"
"Roger that!"
The flying boat accelerated and was in the air in the blink of an eye.