As my interest in Touhou Project grew, I found out of another fanbase called Kantai Collection. At that point, I became how I was the first time I heard of Touhou Project. I listened around, ask around and watch videos on youtube about this new fad. Apparently, Kantai Collection, is the new Touhou.

I call bullshit.

Those two fanbase are different in their own respective way. Sure, Kantai Collection may have the same hype as Touhou did during its prime, but both fanbase are nothing alike. One's about a group of trigger happy girls who could shoot a colorful array of bullets, yokai myth and those kinds of stuffs; while the other one's about the personification of warships. See? There's no way that these two fanbase are similar. There may be 'competition' going on within the fans, but as far as I've seen it, it's fortunately not enough to start a fan war. And that is good.

Figuring out that the community is as big as that of Touhou's, I got interest in it and decided to check out FF. And I was not surprised when I saw an archive for Kancolle. At that time, I've been reading some of the works posted and I'll admit that I'll have to get used to the way most of the stories here are written. There's an interesting fic called Terror in Corruption, but too bad that it hasn't been updated from what it looks like. I'm personally inspired by that particular fic, I like the idea and am trying to recreate my own version of the setting given in that story.

Okay, I've wasted a hundred plus word writing this so I think that it's time to get to the story.

Here, enjoy.

Fly me to the moon~ and let me play among the stars~

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars~

He didn't care what people say about his taste in old music, no words in the world could even come close of summarizing how he could care less of what people say about his taste in music. However, he's not going to shut away people's opinion of him; because he knew that sometimes, people's opinion did matter. Just not all of the time. The title of the song was 'Fly me to the moon', originally titled 'In other words', written by Bart Howard and first performed by Kaye Ballard. But the version he was currently listening belonged to Frank Sinatra, another famous jazz slash swing singer back in fifties. For him personally, the song was sung from the mind of a man who's got a sense of longing. A sense of longing which also served as an expression of love to his lover.

But even he knew that love, longing and dedication meant nothing these days. Not in this apocalyptic wasteland of a world people lived in today.

In other words, hold me~

In other words, baby kiss me~

He hummed along to the song, not even bothered by the bumps and shaking of the car he's in. He had been driving for three hours straight and was nearing his objective, Osaka. Osaka, like many parts of Japan, are one of the places that got completely abandoned. During the war, more like ever since war broke out, the Japanese government made the people in Osaka evacuate, that included neighboring prefectures like Kyoto, Nara and Wakayama. The reason was not due to bombings or anything like that, no. It's something worse than that. World War Three was not a war that involved people killing people, no countries were hostile against each other. Meaning that no nukes or any biological chemical weapons were dropped all the way from orbit killing thousands of people.

What made WW3 worse was the fact that aliens waged war, not men. Yup, you heard that right, motherfucking aliens. He'd seen the chaos first hand, but not as a soldier. He'll get to that later. Anyway, people used the term aliens because they have no way of identifying them other than beings that were capable of sinking war vessels, conquering oil platforms and overall causing mayhem and terror at sea. Then, they were dubbed as something called the Abyss. Why the Abyss, if he had to take a wild guess it's probably because that term's easier to pronounce than Xenomorphs.

About the Abyss themselves, not much was known about them aside from their objective of conquering earth's sea. Hell no one even knew where they came from, thus further supporting the theory of them being extraterrestrial beings from space. But isn't it weird, aliens from space planning to conquer the earth's sea—on second thought, maybe it isn't. He got the pre-war movie Battleships to thank for that. Damn movie wasn't even that good in the first place. Getting sidetracked here; the Abyss had no other objective than conquering the sea. This could be proven by the fact that they had not attacked any country who were lacking in the naval department. But they attacked Japan, which is why Osaka and some of the prefectures nearby were abandoned. The Japanese government was planning to restore the condition of their wounded nation, but they just can't do that alone. They asked help from their allied countries, but repairs and restoration costs were just too damn expensive.

So, they turned to him. Him and his boys.

Not all war's a bad news. For people who are desperate at finding opportunities like him, war's like tank full of fish. So many opportunities.

Samuel Valentine. He's the chairman, CEO, PIC, and any words synonymous to those, of his own private militia called Red Arrow. He's currently in Japan doing a job for the Japanese government, simple mercenary jobs such as providing muscles, guns, technology and things like that. The Japanese were a good client; the price they offered were not the highest but acceptable. Besides, it's better to find chances here than in big and powerful countries like the US. Almost no opportunities there since the government there weren't that forward on asking the help of private militias. Red Arrow had been supplying the Japs with their men, weapons and even technology. Mostly on manpower because most of the Japanese had to send their men on sorties, missions that required them to leave their homeland.

So in short, they're here as hired guns protecting Japan from outside threats… that includes both human and alien threats, or Abyss or whatever. Honestly speaking, he could care less what attacked the world five years ago. Five years ago, he was just a guy selling weapons to people who needed them. Mafias, govs, the cartels, the Yakuza… you name it. He didn't discriminate. Making as much as thousands of dollars for several shipments, not so good; especially with the way economy was in the late two thousands. The war happened on 2012, freaking Mayans ware right about the doomsday, and it ended in 2017, which was four years ago. In who's favor? Definitely the Abyss. Right now, ocean trade routes are being dominated by the presence of Abyss-al beings; they'll shoot down any ship which weren't theirs, uncaring whether they're transport or even civilian vessels.

It was then when people labeled them as monsters. Their very existence was despised, some countries even made the topic of them something as far as taboo and that they'll arrest those who'll speak about them. Now that's funny too, considering how people fear them and hate at the same time. But he can't blame people, man, humans like him; they tend to hate what they fear or couldn't understand. Talking about people made him wonder how the Japs will reinstall or reform their government. Speaking bluntly, right now, Japan was one of the few selective nations out there whose economy, government was in need of major fixing. Though people had yet to be killed by those Abyss freaks, they were merely threatened; the people believed that their government's a pussy for hiring a private militia to protect their own country. That may be pathetic but he could see reasons, but it looked like the people couldn't.

Protests for re-election of the current Prime Minister were done, demanding for a more competent and brave leader to take charge and lead their country to safety. Some were even ready to be prime ministers themselves. The thought made him snort in the middle of driving. He's breaking the speed limit here, but it's not like police are going to arrest him. With Osaka and the nearby prefectures abandoned or 'evacuated', the Japanese government gave Red Arrow permission of setting up base. A huge one. He dare say that it's even bigger than the entire JSDF base combined; oh who's he kidding with, of course it is! Like any other independent business men out there, he grabbed opportunities when it flew right in front of him.

So back in 2012, when everyone's still unsure on whether to arm their men to war against those monsters, he was already three steps ahead of them. He recruited other smaller militias under his command, forming them under one banner—which was Red Arrow of course—and when they were big enough to be considered as an army, he took another step forward and built a base in the middle of the Pacific. Yup. The main base of operations, not the smaller forwarding bases that they got on what's left of the neutral sea that the world had to offer, was still functioning… until two years ago.

He turned the steering wheel in a fit of irritation. Remembering an unwanted memory always had this kind of effect on him.

Two years ago, Red Arrow's main base, or the Pacific Base as what they'd call it, was attacked by those Abyss freaks. Red Arrow did everything it could to survive the onslaught, but them Abyss fucks were too much. Their techs, their strategies… they're not human and that was what pissed him off. How can they fight something which was not even human in the first place? They're not fighting ghosts here, sure, that'll be scary as fuck, but aliens? What is this, District Nine? If he had to say one thing about those Abyss-al freaks, is that fuck'em to where even God himself won't bother looking. Starting that point, he began to care about this Abyss, these motherfuckers… the disappointing part was it took him his dreams, his life to realize just how dangerous these guys were.

Ever since the Pacific Base was destroyed, he and the rest of the surviving members of Red Arrow, relocated to their second HQ which was in Afghan. The good news was, business was still good despite the rough awakening he'd to go through. The Arabs need guns just as much as an American needs bullets. Red Arrow was a neutral faction; it's willing to accept requests from any countries provided if they had the funds for it. The Brits, 'Mericans and Chinese were also some of their top clients… now, they're focusing solely on Japan, seeing that accepting more major contracts like the ones they currently had with the Japs will not only be viewed as treason or a violation, but also a sign of distrust from Japan itself.

He picked up a small walkie-talkie from the dashboard of the car, he brought it to his mouth to speak. "Tae, I'm almost at home, tell the boys to let me in."

"Will do, King." A static voice replied calmly.

Osaka, the entirety of Osaka, had been surrendered down to him by the Japanese government to be used as Red Arrow's base in Japan. The military couldn't provide them with ready built accommodation, meaning that they don't want any stinkin' private army sharing a room with them in one of their bases, so they just gave them a land to build their base on. But the good thing was, no one complained. The entirety of the Osaka prefecture, not just the capital, was surrendered to Red Arrow entirely. That's not appealing, it's called being desperate. He's currently driving through the main toll that will take him straight to Osaka. Red Arrow private militia had closed down the toll, setting up roadblocks and checkpoints portals that restrict anyone from entering. Except for him of course, unless they want to get their asses fired.

He could see the large portal like gate thing now, if Tae's doing his job properly then the boys stationed there should be able to see him coming riiiight now.

"King's back home! Open the gates!" a loud megaphone like command boomed. It was so loud that even he could hear it from inside the car.

The gates of the portal opened upwards, allowing for him to drive through it. The car he's using belonged to Red Arrow, one of the valuable assets and many vehicles that the militia had. He set the driving speed to a slower place, looking around, men in uniforms were saluting him as he was driving. He paid them minimal attention, seeing as how he's used to this kind of attention and respect. He parked the car on a place where it won't disturb the working men and since this was still the toll, the city of Osaka was still up ahead. But Tae wanted to meet him here. He raised the hand brake, and was about to power the vehicle off until one of his men approached him by the window.

"King!" the man, dressed in a heavy duty uniform, or Red Arrow's standard issue service attire—called the ARU-1—stood attention with his legs stuck next to each other while giving him a salute. The upper attire of the soldier consisted of a black military-esque shirt, with the Red Arrow logo which was a falcon carrying an arrow in its talon. The uniform was meant to provide maximum comfort and protection at the same time. The paddings were mostly located at the shoulders, elbows and collar area of the clothing. There are also pockets available for the sake of convenience. He donned a tactical load bearing vest which was obviously used for him to store magazines for his guns, all of the available pockets or space were filled with ammunitions for the AK he had. Looking closely, one could spot several fragmentation grenades and smoke grenades kept in place securely in one of the many spaces available. The straps and suspenders were designed to have the same color as the clothing, and since this wasn't meant to be the combat uniform, he's not wearing any armor underneath. Covering his face was a black balaclava with two holes to allow for vision.

"What do you have for me?"

"Leader Tae's waiting for you at the tent."

"Alright, show me the way."

He exited the car, letting himself to stretch his aching legs. Driving for long hours will do that to anyone. He stood as tall as the soldier beside him, about six foot eight, but only less dressed. He sported the same attire as the soldier, along with the tactical load bearing equipment, all that's missing was the mask, showing his face for the world to see. His face was angular, not the type of face that one usually see in Asia. His cheekbones were well defined, showing that he's not the type of person that people should mess with. His overall built was lithe and balanced, not too muscled up like body builders juiced with steroids but not too thin like your typical and average fuckboy. His hair was originally long and untamable, until Tae told him to go and cut it shorter. He did and he liked it. It's now tied only in a short ponytail, with several strands of his bangs covering his forehead. He's young, only twenty five, but a single look into his coal dark eye could send you back on a trip to the past. He had a large scar that cost him one of his eyes, which was why a leather eye patch was used to cover his left eye. He's not the type to shave, so people will just have to deal with his 5 o'clock shadow.

The soldier took him to the tent where Tae was in and along the way, nearby soldiers stopped whatever it was they're doing to salute him. King's a well-respected man by his people, and some men might even consider getting punched by him as a good luck charm, which was why most of them were so happy for combat training. Never mind that, the thing is, King's highly respected and was considered as a hero by his men… much to his ignorance. If they want to look at him as a hero, so be it. If they hate him, so be it; he'll just make sure that they're capable of doing their jobs and continue to make Red Arrow flourish as the world's number one private military organization.

They entered the tent, with the soldier standing near the entrance. There were four other soldiers inside the tent, definitely posted there as guards for Tae and the man who was currently busy going over plans and assignments was his second in command, assistant and best friend; James Tae Oliver. He's half Korean half British. He used to be a member of the Special Air Service but was diagnosed with partial blindness that rendered him useless with in the field. That's a cold topic to touch; even King himself won't dare touch it unless he had to. As a non-combatant leader, he's dressed in more formal clothing. A grey and black uniform with a white long coat that covers his legs when seen from the back; he donned a grey fedora, giving him the nickname Grey Wizard amongst the men. He stood a few inches taller than King, with the only thing iconic about him was the overall dress style. He took off his hat when he sensed King's presence inside the room, showing his hardened yet smooth looking face.

"About time you arrived." Tae said in an all knowing manner. "What took you so long? Don't tell me traffic did?"

King raised both hands in defense, but also in a sarcastic manner. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you cared." He dropped the expression as quickly as he brought it up. "Just cut to the chase Tae, what're we having problems with now?"

Tae sighed. "There's a good news and bad news."

"Bad news." King said, not letting Tae finish.

"…The bad news is, the military requested some of our men to come with them in one of their operations. The other bad news is that the General of the Eastern Army himself requested this." Tae said with a breathy tone.

"Then what's the good news?"

"Good news is, our shipment of gear and equipment arrived while you were out taking your joy ride all the way to Tokyo and back. Hope it was a good a trip King, because we all know it isn't." Tae griped bitterly.

"Psh, ain't like that matter… besides, I was bored, what do you think I should've done to alleviate myself off from my previous mood? Hit a couple of guys from the R'n'D division?"

Tae's accusing glare was clear enough.

"Okay, so I would totally do that, but that doesn't mean that I'll do it." King crossed his arms whilst shaking his head. "I'm disappointed Tae, to think that you have such a low opinion of me." he looked at one of the guards stationed inside the tent. "Isn't that right, Marty?"

"Uh… yes King!"

King nodded snobbishly.

Tae mentally slapped himself with an invisible palm. "Why did I agree on building a private militia with you in the first place…?" that's a question he'd asked himself many times before.

"That's cuz you don't have anything better to do. I remember you still stuck on your desk job back in the day, finding jobs for people instead of finding one for yourself." Retorted the eye patch wearing man. "And don't forget that you're also as interested as I was the first time we started."

Tae had to admit, he was right. When King barged into his safe house and said that he was going to build a private militia with a base somewhere in the middle of the pacific, Tae thought that the guy'd lost it. But things turned out to be good… until that attack on the main base delivered by those Abyss alien freaks.

"Alright, alright, we're getting side tracked here." Tae muttered seriously. "From what I could tell from the letter itself, it seemed that they—the military—was seriously requesting additional aid for manpower."

"Wha? They already have enough manpower over there, look!" King gestured with his arms wide open. "There're only half of us here and our contract stated that we're only going to be guardin' their country, not joining them on their fights."

Tae nodded sternly. "I know, King, which is why I'm leaving this decision to you. If you want to send some of our best men to aid the Japs in one of their skirmishes against those freaks at sea, then go ahead, make the call. But if you don't want to, I'm sure that the govs will understand."

King hummed loudly, making a thinking expression. "What would we gain from helping them in one of their soon to be run-ins with those freaks?"

"Financially? Not a damn thing. Our contract with the Japs is fixed, so we can't demand for more money from them. But theoretically, we could learn about those freaks and plan a first response action should we encounter them in the near future."

"Hmm… alright. We'll give them what they want." King stated as if his decision was final… which it was.

"Are you serious?"

"Yup. Besides, they didn't say how many men they're gonna request, riiight~?" his lips stretched to a sly grin.

"…You have got to be kidding me." a woman said in Japanese while face palming at the same time.

"I'm afraid not… Lieutenant Yoshikawa." King said in fluent Japanese. Hey, he's the leader of his own private militia so he had to at learn about the languages his clients were speaking. "You requested for extra men, so here you have them."

"Indeed we did… but when we said extra we were at least expecting a squad worth of you guys! Not just two men!" The lieutenant shouted in outrage, causing several of her subordinates to look at her. "Are you underestimating the seriousness of the situation, Mister Valentine!?" this time, she was shouting in English. "This is not a joke. So I expect that you do not laugh when things get worse than what it already is."

But he laughed anyway. "You think that shouting and acting all serious like that will make me send more men for you guys to waste! Isn't that cute~?" he leaned back laughing, holding his stomach. But he suddenly stopped, his laughing died down in disturbing manner. "Listen here woman."

Marty gulped.

"If you think that that'll make me send more men to die for your country's sake, then think again. My—OUR contract here only requires us to stay and guard this place while you are out there doing your fights. The terms clearly stated that we," King taps his chest along with Marty's. "stay here. While you," he gestured to the entirety of the military operatives present. "go out there and fight. It's clear! Want me to point out where we wrote that, here let me show you." He pulled out a folded sheet of paper from the pocket of his uniform. He unfolded said paper and shoved it right in front of the Lieutenant's face. "HERE! IT'S FUCKING HERE!" the Lieutenant nearly jumped from his shouting.

"So, you either do two of the following things. First, you pay us a little bit more than what you are paying from now on or second…" King crumpled the paper right in front of her face. "YOU DEAL WITH WHATEVER SPARE FUCKS I GIVE TO YOU AND YOUR COUNTRY!" He panted from the shouting, until he blinked and realized the action that he did. He recomposed himself, patting down the wild strand of hairs which had managed to sneak their way out due to the heated moment.

Marty… he'd been out cold for about three minutes now.

Shock. That's the only thing that one could see on Lieutenant Yoshikawa's face. The surrounding military operatives could not believe that one of their most hardassed military officers was chewed out just like that. Her face showed no other expression than shock, then it morphed into that of a stoic one. "Very well. We will consider. Please, I apologize for any misconceptions that I may have said."

"…Don't say it." King muttered.

"Please, wait a moment while I confirm things with the General and the Prime Minister." She bowed formally one last time before retreating in the company of two armed men.

King didn't even bother looking at her fleeing form. He instead kicked Marty out from his unconscious state. Once he'd come to, King grumbled. "Oi Marty, inform Tae about the situation."

"Y—Yes King!"

While Marty over there's making a call to Tae back at base, he took his sweet time observing the surroundings. They're currently at the JGSDF base in Nerima Tokyo. The place wasn't bustling with much people as it used to the first time Red Arrow entered Japan. But there were fully armed detachment and divisions, smaller squads and regular sentries posted as guards around the base. Nerima's one of the few places in the Kanto region which still had people living in it. Though the army was releasing men freely around the prefecture, it's still one of the most populated places in the Kanto region; and it's not like the people here were complaining anyway. They were more than happy to have men dressed in uniforms walk around town accompanied by armored vehicles. And despite being less experienced in actual combat, these JGSDF guys had some serious discipline. Here in Camp Nerima, the home to the Eastern Army's 1st Division, he could see drill sergeants drilling several men in uniforms, not all of them.

Allegedly, here in Camp Nerima, training drills like this was done in a more relaxed manner; but ever since World War Abyss, the Japs had been doing everything they could to make sure that their military was in top shape and in the most maximum performance. Especially when most of the people from the army were reinstalled into the Navy, since most of the fights were happening at sea. The Air Force were not lax, they're as hard working as the Navy. He hadn't seen the Navy in action, but he's willing to put a few pennies in their favor. Red Arrow had little to none naval assets that will guarantee victory even in a small skirmish with a small fleet, which explained their total loss two years ago. But he made it up in requiring his men to be knowledgeable in all kinds of fields. Some of the members of the R'n'D department back at base consisted of ex-generals who fought in civil wars from all over the world, while most of the Assault Team consisted of skilled ex-soldiers or even militia.

"King, Leader Tae is informed of the situation already." Reported Marty.

"Good, and what timing; here she is back."

The previous Lieutenant returned with her escort of soldiers. King couldn't hide his frown when he noticed just how armed these guys were. They're armed with weapons from Red Arrow, maintained by Red Arrow and bought by Red Arrow… forget that last part, the Japs bought the guns off from them. Weapon transactions were always painful for him…

"So, what is it?" King asked impatiently.

The Lieutenant made a displeasured expression; definitely her conversation with the General of the Eastern Army did not go smoothly. "We… are not obliged to spend any more of our funds, so we will settle with whatever option you provide us." Oh how he enjoyed the displeasure on her face when she said that.

"Now that ain't so hard was it?" he tapped a button on his collar, definitely an intercom for his radio. "Tae, our friends have agreed to condition B. Uh… you know the one that I wrote in the script that I just ripped? What, the script's back at base?! If that ain't the script, then what was it? Oh. Oh… then the one that I just ripped was really..." He looked at the two pieces of ripped paper which had just been blown by the wind.

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"Well, uhm, shit."

"Okay so Tae, what's our mission here?"

After clearing things with the Japs back at Nerima, it had been decided that Red Arrow private militia forces are to act as reinforcement should it be needed. Still, King and Marty will have to fight alongside the Japs. Mission instructions had been relayed over to Tae from the Japanese military and he's about to hear from Tae.

"You and Marty are to act as diversion while a group of JGSDF squads extract valuable research material from an Abyssal headquarters on the neighboring sea. Beware King, the way in will be a rough one since we are expecting them to greet us with the warmest welcome they could give."

"Is that why we're going in with our own chopper?" he asked while tapping the ceiling of the helicopter's cabin.

"Yes, and also I'm sure that they won't lend us any of theirs after that little thing you pulled back at Nerima. Anyway King, the JMSDF will also be joining us for this op; they're going to keep enemy armadas busy while you and Marty deal with threats on the base's platform. The navy had these special operatives called… Ship Girls."

"Ship Girls?" King asked.

"They're androids created by Japan. I wasn't given much intel about them, something that I can't blame the Japs for doing, but here's what you need to know: they're a version of today's smart android capable of fighting like actual warships. That's all."

From the cabin of the helicopter, King whistled in amazement. Then, he realized something important. "Wait a minute, if the Japs had that kind of tech, why the hell did they even bother hiring us in the first place?!"

"Uh… I don't know, maybe that's because they do not to waste resources for the expensive they're capable of pulling?" The sarcasm was strong on Tae's tone. "Just do the damn mission King and oh, try not to get overboard with your ADAM alright? Tae, out."

King turned around and approached the pilot who was busy driving avoiding missiles and whatever Anti-Air that the Abyss had to offer. "PILOT! Fly us over the damn platform and return to base ASAP! I do not want you or the bird to get shot down; Marty and I will rappel down from there and once we touched down, you head south!"

"Roger that King!"

The helicopter pilot's doing everything he could to make sure that they weren't hit by anything. The intensity's real. It's a good thing that the Abyss was targeting the Japs' planes and ships. Still, who would've thought that they're going to assault an Abyss headquarter? Looking at the objective from where they're at, the headquarters' about the size of a large oil platform with bridges connecting to multiple platforms, kind of like Red Arrow's old destroyed main base, except more eerie and disturbing looking. They nearly got hit by a SAM, causing the chopper to tilt drastically. King cursed as he returned back to his seat looking at Marty who's hanging on for his dear life.

"Marty! Ready your ADAMs and I'll ready mine, you're going to deal with the guys at the platforms while I'll deal with the flying ones!" he ordered the nervous man.

Marty opened his front pack to take out a tablet. The tablet's screen turned on, glowing a dim blue color. "Activating Armageddon Dermal Action Module!" the screen of the tablet read 'voice authentication verified' before shutting down completely. ADAM or Armageddon Dermal Action Module was a combat boosting implant created by Red Arrow private militia for their men. It activates by releasing a command to the human's central nervous system, hijacking it and allowing the implant to remove human limitation on the human body, allowing for the subject to perform superhuman feats such as running at a very incredible speed, withstand pain to a certain degree, heightened senses, faster reaction time and a clearer thinking. Marty's eyes which were visible through the holes of his balaclava changed into a deep red color. Gone was his nervous and restrained persona, replaced by a calm and more calculative one. However, using the ADAM for a prolonged period of time will have a negative effect to the subject's body. Subject would also be prone to suffer from mental attacks and psychological ones.

The thing about ADAM was that it affects those who had it differently. For Marty, since he's someone who gets nervous and groggy easily, activating ADAM will induce him into a calm and almost hypnotic state, allowing for clearer thinking. For King…

"Let's get killing."

Once the chopper reached where King had ordered it to, both men inside the cabin of the chopper rappelled down using the heavy duty ropes without any harness at all. At the state they're in right now, pain and fear was unknown; only calmness. They descended like eagles doing a dive bomb without any consideration of safety, their armed to the teeth state only made their falling form all the more intimidating. Instead of the normal ARU-1, both King and Marty were wearing ACU-6, which stands for Action Combat Uniform. Unlike its more reserved and non-combat ready brother; the ACU-6 was designed solely for the purpose to provide the wearer with maximum protection and defense against bullets, fragmentation threats and all sorts of physical harm that the wearer may be subjected to. It's more of a combat armor instead of a uniform really. A large ceramic plate was used as armor that goes underneath the Kevlar covered fabric of the cloth; arm guards, gloves, knee guards, shin guards are also ceramic plated. The Red Arrow insignia glowed like a red traffic light on the middle of the abdominal section of the front plate armor. Marty wore the ballistic helmet that goes along this combat designed uniform, covering his entire head with bulletproof shielding as well as providing him with a re-breather on the front. King ditched the helmet, finding them to be bulky for his taste. His dark coal hair could not keep still due to the rush of the fall.

When both men landed, hard one might add, on the platform, they readied their arsenal. Arsenal, not equipment. They're bringing themselves to the fight. King had two AA-12 automatic shotguns with a twenty drum mag slung over his shoulders. Additional ammunitions were strapped to his back, front and even sides to give him all the bullets he needed. There's no need for sidearms, bringing two guns was enough. But he did have a very, very good knife strapped somewhere on his person. Marty did not favor a short ranged weapon, instead he armed himself with a Milkor SuperSix MRGL. There were 40mm rounds strapped all over his body, from his chest to his arms and even pants. The grenade launcher in itself was intimidating enough, but Marty took it to another level by bringing along a light machine gun which was an M249. He had the machine gun on sling, ready to be used for later. The one who reacted first was King when he shot down a couple of Abyss-al drone like things. The entire Abyss unit present responded by dispatching several armed freaks to the platform. Why freaks, because King was sure that they aren't human.

"Marty! Proceed as planned and kill those reinforcements before they could do anything, I'll deal with the ones flying!" King shouted while going full auto with his shotguns. He shot down several more flying units, they all returned fire but his armor managed to withstand the impact of their guns. But even he knew that this armor won't be enough to stop the bigger guns. With his ADAM implant working, he could run fast without his armor hindering him. He could also hip-fire more accurately due to things going slower than what they really were for him. While King was doing this, Marty was dealing with the reinforcements that ware dispatched earlier. The muzzle of his grenade launcher let out smoke whenever it'd fire out devastating rounds; it send Abyss-al infantry trooper flying and scattered all over the place. Even in his semi-hypnotized state, he could not suppress the feeling of disgust noticing that these guys weren't event bleeding red, but black.

"Fucking freaks…" the man muttered before focusing fire on a second batch of reinforcements.

The battle was intense, as if the one happening in the background wasn't in the first place. Be reminded that there were only the both of them on the Abyss-al platform, fighting off whatever motherfuckers these guys were spewing out; it's essentially a suicide plan, but King wasn't planning on going out easily. The plan was to kill as many fuckers he could until the Japs could fly in their men and get whatever the fuck was it they needed from this God forsaken place. As if on cue, his intercom buzzed.

"Mister Valentine! This is Shogun 1-1, we're the guys who're going to go into the base! How's the LZ?"

"Fucking great!" King replied with a laugh. He shot down another flying anomaly before it could even fire missiles at him. "You and your men better get here quick! You don't have to worry about Anti-Air on the platform section of the base, I got my guy Marty cover that one for me!"

"Understood Mister Valentine, we will enter the base as soon as we landed on LZ! While we're inside, two attack choppers will be on standby awaiting your orders! But please try not to get them destroyed." The squad leader from the intercom said.

"Just get your asses over here and let me worry about those Abyss!" as the fighting grew more intense, more and more Abyss units were abandoning their fights at sea to return and secure their base. This meant more trouble for him and Marty. "Marty, how are you doing with those SAM launchers?!"

"I got all of them King, but more air baddies are coming!"

"I know that!" King shouted. "Just worry about the fuckers coming out from the base! Seriously, these guys are like fucking cockroaches since they keep on comin' from every little cracks I see…" he took cover behind the wreck of a cargo container, an empty one, to reload both of his guns. "Tae, do you read me? I need a supply drop ASAP."

"Negative King, we can't send any birds to fly into the hot zone."

"Fuck… how about evac, you got that covered?"

"The plan was for you to evac alongside the Japs once they're done with their business on that base. So you're not leaving anytime soon."

"Shit…" King looked up ahead, wondering where the fuck the Japs were at. To his relief, two helicopters came flying towards his direction bearing the Japanese's navy insignia. "Thank God you're finally here!" he provided covering fire for the chopper so that the JSDF team could be deployed. The chopper dropped ropes for the team to rappel, and once all of them were accounted for, the choppers flew off immediately, rotating in for the order to attack. One of the men ran towards him, this is definitely the squad leader. "What took ya' so long!?"

"We had a run-in with several of those flying things on the way here!" the squad leader shouted over the sound of gunfire and shooting. "We'll take exactly ten minutes inside and then we'll be outside for evac! So make sure that none of those choppers are destroyed!"

Switching his shotgun with the other one, King did not look at the squad leader to reply. "Ten minutes?! Make that nine cuz' we're low on ammo here!"

"Just hold them off!"

"Alright fine!"

The squad leader returned to regroup with his squad, and they finally entered the rig. King was in a tight spot. Ammo was running low and more of the flying fuckers just kept on coming. At least dealing with the ones on the land was easier, but there seemed to be no end on these freaks. One of the ground Abyss unit, a humanoid being with no particular characteristic except for the weird looking gun it had with it, tried to make a grab on him. "Fucking… freaks!" King swung the shotgun on his right hand, hitting the thing on the 'head', before finishing it off with the one on his left. He shot a couple more down, and that was like ten of them. He pulled the trigger of his guns, but nothing came out. "Shit, looks like I'm fucking out." He dropped the guns to pick them up for later, he unsheathed the knife he brought along with him especially for this op. The knife's black metallic blade glinted underneath the scorching heat and ray of the sun; he decided to take off some parts of his armor since they would only slow him down.

"Come on… come at me you little fucks… like the Brits' said, who dares…" he dashed forward in incredible speed. "WINS!" the knife was stuck to the chest of one of the Abyss who was unfortunate enough to be King's target. Since it's practically CQC now, there's no need for restrain. Three fired their weird looking cannon like guns at him, but he predicted that. He hid behind the body of the thing he just shanked, using it as a meat shield in a way that he could. He had a frag grenade on him; he pulled the pin and stuck it inside the mouth of the ghoul like being before kicking it towards its friends. And boom, it exploded, taking along three of them with it. He kicked another one on the gut, causing it to hunch forward allowing for him to stick his knife into his nape area; two came rushing at him figuring that they might have more chances of getting at him in close quarters, but King's about to prove them wrong. The two came at him with a tackle in mind, but King punched one of them before it could even tackle him. King sunk his knife into the thing's skull before grabbing the other one by the collar and throwing it to the side in a perfectly executed judo throw. Just as it was about to plop down lifeless bleeding black blood due to the knife stuck to its cranium, King pulled it off from it without even looking. The aftermath resulted in the messy, brutal deaths of these poor Abyss life forms. King himself was messy; he's covered from head to toe in Abyss blood, drenching him black.

He moved to face the remaining set of Abyss who were waiting for their chance to attack him, but noticed how they react. He smiled. "Aw~ would you look at that? Yer' scared! Well ain't that cute~! You see, you don't have to be scared, you don't need to ask where your God is." He stood, bathed in the blood of his enemies, with a maniacal grin the only thing present on his face. "Cuz he's right fucking here! And he ain't got mercy to spare."

And he marched with knife in hand, soaking the platform in black Abyss blood.

How lucky can one guy be?

I kissed her and she kissed me

Like the fella once said,

Ain't that a kick in the head?

When the team of JSDF operatives was finished with extracting the samples of Abyss matter, they returned topside for evac. When the squad leader of the team got a clear view of the platform, he could not keep his mouth from opening.

"I couldn't feel any better or I'd be sick~ Tell me quick, oh, ain't love a kick?~ Tell me quick, ain't love a kick in the head~! AW RRRRIGHT~!" King was dancing with the dead body of an Abyss anomaly which he'd killed. What made the scene even more disturbing was the fact that the body was missing a head, the hundreds of Abyss-al corpses around it, and the lack of enemy presence present. King was in the middle dancing until he took notice of the captain and his squad. "Oh, so you're finally done! Good." He threw the headless corpse away without any single care.

"C'mon, call for evac. I need to take a cold shower after this." He informed the squad leader. "MARTY! Get'cher ass over here and tell Tae-man that we're done here!"

"Y—Yes King!"

King laughed boisterously at his companion's spineless reply. He approached the captain, who took a step back noticing just how drenched he was in Abyss blood. "So… what do you say sergeant? Wanna' join us?" his expression dropped. "Not in the shower, I mean, join Red Arrow, yeah, that's what I meant." No reply from the shocked squad leader and his team. "Oh! Yeah, almost forgot. MARTY! Get over here and stop whatever the fuck you're doing!" the balaclava wearing man tottered over quickly. "We're waiting for our ride, right? But first, let me take a selfie~."

He pulled out a cellphone with a camera on it, smiled for the shot and snapped a picture of the entire people present with the background filled with corpses.

That day, after the debriefing, no one from the squad talked about it.

I'm so sorry that this had to happen. But man, I'm just a person who couldn't contain his interest and hype! I think that I did well with this chapter, if I must say so myself. I like the way I made my character, King, be. He's that semi-psychotic, douchebaggy and gives-no-fuck character that only few existed in today's fiction. But not all about him will be him being an ass towards Marty or everyone he'll meet.

I just can't wait how I'll make him introduce himself to the girls.

Anyway, keep your horses and props if you could get the reference on the chapter's title.

This is me, signing out.