AN: New Story! Love this series, so I couldn't resist!
Warning - M Content in later chapters, pairing already decided!
Disclaimer - I do not own Infinite Stratos, except for my OC's.
Infinte Stratos - From Cannon to Kobrakai
Prologue
The usually natural beauty of the Japanese IS Academy was burning alive in the wake of battle. Skyscrapers burned like sacrificial temples, trees were either sliced in half or were ablaze with an unnatural flame. Mortars fell like rain, leaving the city completely at the mercy of the battle that raged on and on for too long.
Two IS's flew about the city, trading shots and clashing mid-air, both attempting to kill the other. One was piloted by a masked woman, her face expressionless and devoid of all life. Her IS, however, was very much alive, and attempting to lay waste to the entirety of humanity. It was referred to only as [Prophet].
The other was piloted by the only known Male IS Pilot in the entire world. He was very much alive, his eyes bright with fury and his unnatural powers fuelling his desire for revenge. He stood, the last bastion of this city's defence, strong but battered and worn from prolonged engagement. He had participated in many battles, but this... the odds did not stack in his favour. He knew this. But, under all his layers of sarcasm and smugness, under his rather annoying and cocky façade, he was truly both a frightening and inspiring warrior of unparalleled skill.
His name?
Jordan Blacklake.
So, before we go on, I'm guessing you're wondering how it ended up like this, hmm? Well, let's start at the beginning.
This all began 10 Months ago, on the 26th June...
Chapter 1: Just Gettin' Started
It was a swelteringly hot day. The Sun was shining, the birds singing, blah blah cliché blah, which meant it was the perfect day for two things – 1, The final for the International IS Championships held on the small Island of Okinawa to the East of Japan, and 2 for Jordan Blacklake's 16th Birthday. His parents managed to get him and his friend Billy Heath tickets to the Show and they set off the next day. When they arrived, they were ushered to the Arena from the Airport in some pre-arranged Transportation, and almost lost each other trying to find their seats in the Arena.
Okinawa Arena was one of the largest in the world. Built on top of the ruins of an old Military Base used in WW2, It could hold over 300,000 in the Seating alone. Due to the sheer amount of people attending today, the authorities were worried if the Staff could pull this off, but they managed to and, when the tournament finished and the winner crowned, everyone went home happy.
Well, almost everyone.
Jordan had (somehow) managed to lose himself in the Stadium's underground tunnel network on the way back from the toilet, and was now wandering the maintenance section of the Stadium, without any way of getting out. There was no cell reception, no WiFi connection, and nothing but concrete as far as the eye could see.
''Man, I really don't need this. It's my birthday. How can I get lost on my 16th Birthday?''
Jordan then turned yet another corner and spotted a light at the end of the tunnel.
''Dear Lord, let that be the exit.''
But as it turned out, the room held a lot broken IS Parts cast all around like it was becoming the new rage in all the Home Design circles. There was a set of broken Thrusters that looked like they could move a continent, an expended cannon with a barrel wider than Jordan's chest, a snapped sword with a hilt that came up to his neck when he stood it on end, and many more besides.
And, in the centre of the room, a single, unmanned IS sat in the crouched position, it's cockpit open as if inviting Jordan in.
''So this is what an IS looks like up-close...''
Jordan's hands traced the curves of the intricate machine, taking in it's shapes and curves like he did when he checked out the graphics of any new game he got for his PC.
Then his right hand inadvertently placed itself right where the chest plate would be, and everything began to glow.
[Compatible Pilot Recognised]
[Beginning Neural Uplink]
''Wha...?'' Jordan attempted to remove his hand, but he found that he had no control over his body whatsoever.
[Neural Uplink Connection Established]
[Beginning Software Upload]
''W-wait!'' Jordan's voice rose.
[Software Upload Completed]
[Pilot Recognised as: Jordan Blacklake]
''N-no! Shut Down! Terminate Sequence!''
[Drivers Installed]
[Preparing for Biological Transfusion]
''Stop! I command you!''
[Transfusion Process Complete]
[Beginning Activation Sequence]
''NO! STOP! CANCEL AC-''
[System Activation: Meteor Striker]
''NOO!''
[System: Activate]
Then everything turned white...
~Scene Change~
Jordan woke up in a Hospital bed surrounded by Doctors, medical machines and a white curtain that blocked his view beyond it.
''...Is waking up!''
''Pulse is stable!''
''Brainwaves stable and holding!''
''No abnormalities detected!''
''Ugh...''
Jordan could not remember anything, other than a big white light enveloping his body as he fell unconscious. His body was denying his request to move his mouth properly, and his arms felt like lead.
''IS Core online!''
''It's responding! I repeat, the IS Core is responding!''
IS Core...?
Oh, that's right. He had gotten lost. He found the IS under the Stadium in that back room full of broken and unused parts. He had accidentally touched the Activation Console, and he had tried to remove himself from the system. Then all he knew was that he was laid out on a Hospitable bed with little strength and knowledge about what was going on.
''Mr Blacklake! Mr Blacklake! Can you hear us?''
A voice to his left practically screamed into his ear. Jordan looked towards the source of the voice, but he was too weak to do much of anything right now.
''... Ugahhh...'' was his reponse.
''Patient is responding! Motor functions seem to work, but most others are currently unable to work! Most probable cause is lack of strength!''
Jordan blacked out again...
~Scene Change~
When Jordan woke back up, he found himself much more at peace than earlier. He also seemed to have regained much more strength because he could now move his jaw and arms.
''So, Sleeping Beauty wakes.''
Billy was sat next to Jordan's Hospital bed, wearing his customary smile and fidgeting with his thumbs as he usually did in times of great stress.
''You better not have brought me a fucking apple, dipshit.'' Jordan croaked. ''I hate those things.''
''Hahaha, at least you've still got your trademark wit, you lucky son of a bitch.'' Billy's smile turned into a full-blown laugh as they both shared a broment. ''Scared me half to death when you went missing and I couldn't find you. Turned out you were wandering around in some old workshop, attempting to Pilot an IS.'' He laughed again.
''I don't even know what happened...'' Jordan's voice trailed off. ''I got lost on the way back up from the toilet, then next thing I know I'm in a workshop with the world's deadliest creation attempting to create a 'Neural Software Uplink' or some shit like that. I remember panicking and trying to stop the whole thing, but it wouldn't respond to my commands. Then BOOM I'm laying in this bed trying to figure out what the hell just happened.'' Jordan sighed. ''A Male IS Pilot...''
''You're either extremely lucky or just too lady-like, but either way you got not only the ability to Pilot your own Personal Unit!'' Billy's voice rose due to his excitement. ''Do you know how much of a stir you're causing right now?''
''Please don't tell me – I don't even want to know.'' Jordan's mind hurt just by thinking about both the Political and Media upheaval he was causing – he had literally broken all the barriers that had come between the genders since the original days of the IS. He wondered how many people wanted to be him, to steal his opportunity from him, he wondered how many hated him and scorned him for his ability.
He also wondered how many wanted him dead.
''I feel like I have a massive target painted on my back now. I'm not even sure if I'm happy or not.'' Jordan let out what felt like his 100th sigh in the past few minutes. ''I wonder what's gonna happen from here on in.''
Fortunately, Billy had answer. ''Well, you've already been sorted on that front.''
''Huh?'' Jordan's face looked sceptical.
''Dude,'' Billy chuckled, ''You're being enrolled at the IS Academy at the start of the school year. The Government already gave you the thumbs-up. You're starting on September 1st, but you'll be boarding so the Academy want you there A-S-A-P.''
''No shit?'' Jordan looked his best friend in the eyes.
''Not even one little speck of faeces. You're gonna spend the next 4 years in a school comprised of the fiiiiinest female specimens the human race has to offer! You don't even know how jealous I am right now.'' Billy looked quite sullen at this.
''Don't worry buddy,'' Jordan reached out and placed his hand on his best friend's shoulder. ''I'll put in a good word for ya.'' He winked.
''You little bastard.'' Then both began to laugh hysterically at this revelation.
Jordan had no idea how much shit he was about to wade through over the next 12 months.
~Scene Change~
~10th July, 1 Week after Jordan was discharged from Hospital~
''Here we are, Mr. Blacklake.''
The chauffeur said as he dropped Jordan off in front of the most prestigious Academy on Earth.
''Thank you.'' Jordan nodded his head to the driver, who tipped his hat slightly in response.
He was immediately picked up by a trio of three quite eye-pleasing women. One had long brownish hair tied back in 2 Ponytails and held together by a green bandana and a rather voluminous breast. She bowed her head and said ''Welcome to the IS Academy, Mr Blacklake-san. I am Houki Shinonono, a First-year here in the Academy.''
Jordan extended his hand and she shook it. Always make a good first impression.
''A pleasure, Miss Shinonono.'' He smiled, and she blushed, if only slightly.
''Ah... Um...'' Houki seemed to be having some kind of stroke.
Then another of the trio bowed her head to Jordan. She had long Blonde hair wrapped into curls and again, had been well-endowed figure-wise. ''Hello, Mr. Blacklake. I am Cecilia Alcott, England's Representative Contender and daughter of the Leader of the famous Alcott family.'' She moved her hair behind her ears and held out her hand to him.
''Hello there, Miss Alcott.'' He shook her hand firmly, but not too vigorously. He didn't want to come across as too eager. ''It sure is nice to see another Brit around here.'' Again, Jordan beamed at Cecilia and she too blushed rather profusely.
The third and final woman, a rather small yet pretty girl with short Cyan hair and a Japanese fan in her hand, walked towards Jordan. She didn't even look old enough to attend the Academy. ''Hello there, Blacklake-san. I am Sarashiki Tatenashi, and I am the Student Council President here at the IS Academy.'' She smiled a really cute smile, and Jordan shook her now extended hand.
''Hello there, Sarashiki-san. I hope you'll take care of me whilst I'm here at the Academy.'' Jordan smiled once again, this was seriously the most smiling he had ever done. But still, it was all necessary. These were NOT people you wanted to piss off.
''Well, I hope I can, Mr. Blacklake-san, because I am also going to be your room-mate.'' She smiled even more, and Jordan suddenly blushed. This was a little sudden, but he did kind of half expect it.
''That's... good, I suppose.'' Jordan smiled once again, this time to cover up his insecurity. ''At least I'm in the hands of someone I can trust.'' He then turned to face the others. ''And please, call me Jordan. I'm not a big fan of my last name.''
''Sure, Jordan-san.'' Houki seemed to be pleased to be on first-name basis with him.
''Now, shall we go inside?'' Cecilia gestured behind her to a building named 'Dorms'.
''I'll take you to yo- I mean our room.'' Sarashiki blushed slightly, but it left as quickly as it came.
''S-sure, let's.'' Jordan followed the girl's lead into what was going to be the best kind of hell humanity could offer the world's most famous 16 Year-old boy.
AN: What you think? Good enough? Any improvements/ things that need changing? Just Lemme Know! :)