Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Panic. All rights and characters belong to its author, Shoji Gatoh. The only thing I do own is my OC. Well now that we established that, on to the fun part, THE STORY! Bear with me as this is only my third story and critues or suggestions are helpful. Thanks, Zgrobb
Full Metal Panic: A Second Chance
Ch 1
What if I told you that all the TV channels you watched on TV were real? Like all the stories and people in the shows actually exist outside them. Not only TV, but anime, video games, and more. There is a place where all of these things converge together, it is called Hub Central, and that is where our story stats.
If you asked Jake Ross why he got up every morning at 6:00 AM he would tell you that he's just wired that way. He blames the military stating that it conditioned his biological clock to get up at that time. But he also enjoys the quietness that comes with being up so early. "Just jogging really allows you to just breathe and focus." he says. And today was no different for Jake. After his morning jog, he returned to his apartment, made himself breakfast, and showered. He changed into his normal clothes. His blue jeans, combat boots, and Kevlar vest came first. Followed by his button-down shirt and shoulder holster and finished off with his blue blazer. Walking over to his drawer he produced a thigh holder and strapped it to his left thigh. The Strvyer was already in the shoulder holster. Strapping the karambit to his belt, he brushed his teeth and headed out the door. Traffic in Hub Central wasn't so bad at least in the mornings.
He arrived at the police station at 7:30 am. "Morning Dave." He called to the security guard at the gate. Dave yawned, "How you get up this early I will never know." He replied sleepily. Upon entering the station, he went to his desk and shifted through some paperwork. He got up to get some water, bumping into Cooper along the way. "Watch it jerk." Cooper replied. Jake kept walking, ignoring the comment. "Self-centered prick" Jake said after he returned to his desk. "Hey Jake how are you?" said Benson. Benson was on the shorter side, and a bit large around the waist but he handled it well. His beard was a stage three caveman's and he was proud of it. "Not bad ready to work." Jake replied. The day went on uneventful, Jake occasionally being called to step in and "fix" some timelines. But before he could clean up for the day, Benson approached him. "Hey Jake, you will never guess what I found in the archives bin." He said excitedly. "What did you find now Benson?" Jake replied sarcastically although Benson knew he was just joking. "It's from an old Japanese light novel, Full Metal Panic Sigma." He replied. "Hmm well let's go check it out." Jake said, walking towards the archive room. "Well that was easier than I thought." Said Benson following Jake down the hallway.
Once in the archives room Benson loaded the files into the story projector. For the next hour, both men watched the story unfold, from beginning to end. "Hey don't you know that Sagara guy?" questioned Benson. "Actually yea, Sousuke and I worked together a few times back when I was with Albatross." Jake replied. "Ya know I feel bad for that orange haired girl." Benson said in a forlorn voice. Jake thought back to the parts of the story involving the character. "Yea its really unfair, to her in my opinion." He replied. Benson looked over at Jake, noticing his friend was deep in thought. "Oh no I know that look man what are you planning?" "Nothing Benson honest." Jake defended himself. "No way, that's the "I'm thinking of doing something crazy and dumb" look." Benson rebutted. Jake sighed, "Uggh, fine I was thinking about some way to I don't know, save her from dying." Benson shrugged, "well I guess it wouldn't hurt, but we would need Roland to ok the use of the TDVI first." "Your right" Jake replied, getting up from his seat "But everyone has gone home for the night so we need to ask tomorrow." "Right, can't use police equipment without permission." Benson stated the rule book of the HCPPD. "Ok im headed home night Benson." Jake called. "Night bro." Benson replied. That night as Jake laid down to sleep, he couldn't help but replay the events of the story over again. Picking out a few points of interest he wrote them on a piece of paper and put them on his nightstand. "I'll worry about that tomorrow." He said. He eventually feel asleep. It was a dreamless sleep, just like every other night.