Red Knight of October
A BGC2040 fanfiction
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is written with no profit. It is just written for the sake of fan appreciation and own take of the BGC2040 story and alternate continuation. Bubblegum Crisis: Tokyo 2040 and it's characters, design, universe, etc. does not belong to me but AIC and ADV plus other companies involved. The only things that belongs to me is this story written and the original characters put in the story.
The wind was a breez out at the sea, cold despite the warm climate. It was getting close to late summer, but the autumn was already sneaking into the weather. In the middle of the sea, a medium sized submarine was slowly making its way forth on its patrol. On the top of it, a tall bearded man in a black navy uniform was on the lookout with his binoculars. He seemed to be focused on something.
"Николай, ты замечал кое-что?" (Nikolaj, have you noticed something?), one of the other men on the submarine asked him curiously, yet with a tone of profession. He was wearing a similar uniform, and was of a similar rough build as the person he was asking, but noticeable was a deep scar running across his left eye, which seemed to have a dull pupil and iris. Most likely, blind on that eye.
"Я думаю, что я вижу двух человек. (I think I see two people)", Nikolaj responded and lowered his binoculars, eyes still on his target.
"Где?" (Where?), the other asked.
Nikolaj pointed, "Там!" (There!)
"Here little crabby, come here...", the blonde tried to lure a little crab who was side-stepping towards the water. "Please come her-- ow!", she yelped and shook her finger. "Bad crab! Bad crab!", she scolded the escaping crab, holding her finger who had received a nip from one of the crab's claws.
The brunette gave the blonde an irritated look, "Nene, you're supposed to eat the crab, not make it a pet.". Food had been scarce on the island the last two days and she found herself getting a bit impatient and easily irritated by the lack of food and drinkable water.
"But... but it's so cute.", she answered pitifully, still holding her paining finger.
Linna sighed. "You said that about the stingray as well!", she reminded the blonde.
The blonde went wide-eyed. "No! I will not eat Mackey the Second. Never!", Nene protested wildly.
Linna sighed again, giving up on the blonde who was preoccupied finding things in the sand, so she resumed to looking for something edible. But it didn't take long until the brunette was interrupted in her search.
"Linna!"
Instantly Linna turned around when her name was called. "What is it?"
"I think I see something at the horizon!"
"Что мы должны сделать?" (What should we do?), the rough-built man asked Nikolaj who proceeded to return down into the submarine.
Half-way down the ladder, he looked back up to him with a determinded look in his eyes, honestly answering. ""Я принесу им, Григорий." (I'm going to get them, Grigorij), then he resumed entirerly climbing down the ladder to get to buisness.
Grigorij's stern face got a light smile, "Считайте меня." (Count me in.), he added, supporting the Second Captain in his course. The wait for something to do on the patrols had been intense for the submarine's crew of the Russian Pacific Fleet, and the fact that things were beginning to happen had made him instantly supporting the cause. Besides, two people? If Grigorij was lucky, it would be two pretty exotic women.
Down in the submarine, Third Captain Ivan; a bit more strong built than Nikolaj but not as much as Grigorij and possibly the shortest out of the high-ranked crew, was observing with discontent how the majority of the sailors were not taking their work serious. Either singing the same old songs over and over and playing accordion, or talking about something completely pointless. A pair seemed to discuss their girlfriends at home who most likely pity-dated them, one seemed pretty unnerved by the liveliness of the singing group, and out of the disasterous crowd one youthlooking male was working with the technological parts of the submarine.
"Иван!" (Ivan!), Nikolaj called out to the shorter man who instantly turned his head towards the caller. "Мы возглавляем Северо-запад на спасательной миссии. Заставьте моряков понизить субмарину ниже воды и возглавлять там." (We are heading northwest on a rescue mission. Make the sailors take the submarine under water and head there), he commanded the lower-ranked captain while walking towards the group of sailors. "Копуши!" (Slowpokes!), he yelled out to the bunch of young men that instantly made the accordion music fall silent along with the singing and talking. "Время игры закончено. Время, чтобы слушаться!" (Playtime is over. Time to obey!), Nikolaj announced with a harsh tone before heading to a different area of the submarine.
After some seconds of silence and receiving stares from the sailors, Ivan spoke up. "Ну? Работа начала!" (Well? Get to work!), he barked at the still staring, silent sailors. He was losing his patience. "Вы бездельники! В последний раз, пойдите и-" (You good for nothings! For the last time, go and--)
"Хорошие новости!" (Good news!), Grigorij interruped Ivan's scolding of the sailors, "От моих наблюдений люди, которых мы должны спасти, - женщины." (From my observations the people we are to rescue are women.), he annouced with a much happier tone that usual, and after a short silence he added, "И что я мог видеть, они казались голыми." (And what I could see, they seemed naked.)
What Grigorij had said, caused a violent change and made the young sailors run around like they were on a battlefield. "Давай! Давай! Давай! Прежде, чем они одеваются!" (Go! Go! Go! Before they get dressed!), a sailor yelled while trying to push past the other enthusiastic comrades to get first.
The young engineer that had previously been fixing some of the machinery instantly stood up and ran behind the others to help. "Эй! Ждите меня!" (Hey! Wait for me!)
"Идиоты ..." (Idiots...), Ivan muttered under his breath, putting a hand on his forehead.
In the other room, Nikolaj just raised an eyebrow at the loud mess in the nearby space of the submarine, and resumed writing a report.
"But... but... I swore I saw something. Right there!", Nene stuttered in disbelief as the object in the distance had disappeared in the matter of a short minute.
Normally Linna had plenty of patience-- even with Nene, but in a desperate situation like this, Linna could not help but become a little angry with her. "Nene! It's not funny."
The blonde piped, "What?"
Trying to regain more control, she took a deep breath and looked at Nene again. "We are deserted on an island in... the middle of nowhere! I cannot... Nene, you...", she stumbled a bit on her words until she regained more control of her speech. "If you think you see something. Please, be sure that you do not imagine seeing it."
As soon as Linna finished her sentence Nene cut in, "I /did/ see it! I swear, Linna, I did. Please! I saw it right there...", she tried to assure her friend and pointed a finger where she had pointed earlier before. "I'm not lying!"
Linna's eyes widened. "Nene!", she gasped.
"Please, Linna!", Nene begged more with a desperate tone in her voice, but was not able to continue saying anything until Linna forced her to turn around towards the ocean. Nene's eyes widened too.
Out of the ocean, in the distance, the top of a submarine was rising up while driving at full speed towards the island and the stranded women, rising more and more as it got closer. What had been a feeling of lack of hope was now replaced by the opposite feeling. Joy was filling them, but shortly after, feeling of embarassment. They remember that they were wearing nothing!
While the submarine was getting closer and rising up on the surface, the women quickly tried to grab fallen leaves from the island's palmtrees to cover their most private parts of their bodies so they would not have to stand the embarassment of being nude in front of the rescuers. And as they felt more comfortable with their apperance, they calmed down.
Linna smiled at her friend. "Thank you, Nene!"
"Hm? Ah... it was nothing.", Nene smiled back, feeling less of a burden for Linna now.
Soon, they would be getting home.
A/N: Yes, kids. I am getting back into writing since not writing seriously since 2004. I have been wanting to write this fic since months and now, here is the Prologue/First Chapter of it. Short, I know. But I hope it will be a good introduction. Things might be confusing for now, too. But don't worry-- it will branch out more as time goes. Along with support and reviews. A lot of OCs will appear, but they will -not- be the main focus!
While there will be romance in the story, it will not be the main focus either. What pairings? It will be revealed as time goes, but I guess some people can guess as the story goes. ;3 The rating might go higher too, but never go over the M-rating (No pr0n! cries D8)
Yes, now you wonder "What's with the cyrillics? Why not write how it is pronouced instead of making it more difficult?". Russian is a bit tricky to transcript with 100 accuracy and decided to have it written with cyrillics. But when cyrillics appear, I will -always- transcript it with me and a friend's best ability to do so. For transcripts for this chapter, look further down.
I hope people -will- enjoy this fic. I know it will probably not catch most people's taste or attention, or disagree with my interpretation of the BGC2040 universe, but still... try to enjoy it at least?
Credit to helping me with the Russian and transcribing goes to my friend Marcus (Renny).
Transcripts:
"Николай, ты замечал кое-что?" - Nikolaj, ty zamechal koe-chto?
"Я думаю, что я вижу двух человек" - Ya dumayu, chto ya vizhy dvukh chelovek
"Где?" - Gde?
"Там!" - Tam!
"Что мы должны сделать?" - Chto my dolzhny sdelat'?
"Я принесу им, Григорий." - Ya prinesu im, Grigorij.
"Считайте меня." - Schitajte menya.
"Иван!" - Ivan!
"Мы возглавляем Северо-запад на спасательной миссии. Заставьте моряков понизить субмарину ниже воды и возглавлять там." - My vozglavlyaem severo-zapad na spasatel'noj missii. Zastav'te moryakov ponizit' submarinu nizhe vody i vozglavlyat' tam.
"Копуши!" - Kopushi!
"Время игры закончено. Время, чтобы слушаться!" - Vremya igry zakoncheno! Vremya, chtoby slushat'sya!
"Ну? Работа начала!" - Nu? Rabota nachala!
"Вы бездельники! В последний раз, пойдите и-" - Vy bezdel'niki! V poslednij raz, pojdite i-
"Хорошие новости!" - Khoroshie novosti!
"От моих наблюдений люди, которых мы должны спасти, - женщины." - Ot moikh nablyudenij lyudi, kotorykh my dolzhny spasti, - zhenshchiny.
"И что я мог видеть, они казались голыми." - I chto ya mog videt', oni kazalis' golymi.
"Давай! Давай! Давай! Прежде, чем они одеваются!" - Davaj! Davaj! Davaj! Prezhde, chem oni odevayutsya!
"Эй! Ждите меня!" - Ej! Zhdite menya!
"Идиоты ..." - Idioty...
Ricadonna, August 2006.