Disclaimer (I hate these): I do not own Eureka Seven in any way, shape or form. The anime (and all but one character) is the property of BANDAI and BONES.
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Chapter 1:
The darkness of the sky was made up for with a bright shining moon over the planet. The recent events that plagued this world, the 'Second Summer of Love,' were momentarilly forgotten in exchange for nightfall.
Aboard the bridge Gekko-go, a gray-haired figure in black sat in a chair, looking out past the sky, to the moon, which had the inscription "Renton 3 Eureka" carved into the giant rock. The man chuckled to himself quietly. "Heh...I wonder what you two are doing out there..."
"Who knows, Holland?" Holland was barely surprised when his love, Talho Yuki, stepped up beside him. "It's been a year and a few weeks since Renton and the kids left us...it's been pretty quiet with them not around."
Holland half nodded. "Yeah...excluding the chaos of the Federation Factions. Some of them are causing quite a mess in certain areas." Since Dewey's death, the Federation Army had been thrown into discord. Even through a leader was found, it was found too late, for the military eventually split into factions: the Old Federation, who still kept the original beliefs of the military at heart; Imperialists, who claimed their word was law, taking over a few towers under an iron fist (almost always at conflict with the Old Federation); and the much smaller faction was compiled of a small percentage of men who eventually joined up with the rebel Jurgens in the aftermath. It was a miniature rebel rally at best, but with the power of the Super Izumo and a few other vessels, it was still a dangerous force. As of now, they were also the only faction allied with Gekko State in any form.
A moment of silence passed, then Holland broke it. "So...how is our child, Talho?" Several months after Eureka and Renton left Gekko State, Talho's pregnancy finally beared fruit. After several hours of anxiety (and almost a few broken fingers on Holland's part), Talho had given birth to a healthy baby, filling the ship with joy.
Talho smiled. "Sleeping soundly, Holland. I'll be going back in a little bit."
Holland opened his mouth to speak again, but something in the corner of his eye caught him, and he turned his head to see what it was. Talho caught on after the moment of silence, and followed his gaze.
What they saw was a fireball from the sky heading back away from the Gekko-go. A little after a few minutes, It passed by the bridge. As Holland turned to look, it seemed as if time slowed down, so he could get a better look of it. The ship, freed from the flames upon atmosphere entry, was...he wasn't sure. He'd never seen it, or any other kind like it before. It was smaller than most LFO's...actually, to be honest, he wasn't sure if it was one at all. Before he could get anything else, reality set back in as it zoomed by at what seemed to be its full speed.
Talho blinked in amazement, then ran over to the side to look. "What was tha--" A interruption cut her off-an alarm. She looked over to one of the computers, and watched trapar levels suddenly plummet. "! Holland, the trapars..!"
"Say what?!" Holland grabbed up a communicator. "All hands, on deck immediately!"
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The large green ship shuddered for several moments, but thanks to the quick actions of the (tired and irritated) crew got the Gekko-go out of immediate danger. As soon as they reached a minimum safe distance, they persued the falling ship several long miles before crashing into ground...near a Federation base, at that. The Gekko-go maintained distance, until a voice came up over communications from a distance.
"Hey, Holland, you see anything down there?"
"Only from a distance, Jurgens."
There was a grunt on the other line. "A mole has a live video stream from the base over there. We're streaming it, but we'll send it your way. Take a look." A no longer fatigued crew started watching the screen as soon as they got the feed. What they saw at the crash site was a small ship, surrounded by militiamen and KLFs. Questions arose among the crews of the Gekko-go and the Super Izumo on what it was. Neither had answers in the slightest. All they got in response was a sealed cockpit hissing, slowly sliding oven.
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Darkness...Why is it so dark...?
Please, come back...You are important to the cause...
The black is too blinding...I've lost my path...
It just takes time...You will find your way...
A militiaman nervously walked up to the ship, a machine gun shaking in his hands. He peered cautiously into the cockpit and saw... "...A kid? What is this?"
Indeed, in the cockpit was a young man, about fifteen years old in appearance. His dark brown hair covered his eyes, but it was obvious he was unconscience. He had several gashes in his clothing indicated wounds, but the slow chest movements indicated this youth lived...However, this one was strange, the most about it being his clothes; they seemed like robes in nature, a thin brown fabric. A portion of missing clothing revealing a part of his tanned body indicated he was at least well toned. The soldier searched around in the youth's unconscience state, but found nothing more than a communicator, a notebook with strange letters, and a silver metallic stick. This jumpy man was easily alarmed when the boy shifted uneasily, groaning quietly before opening one soft green eye, just in time to stare down a barrel.
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Hrm. Hope it's interesting enough for the First chapter. This is actually my first fanfic done, both Eureka Seven and ever, hope it's not too bad. I plan for the next chapter to have a little more action. R&R Please:)