Ok hello everyone. I know that it has been awhile since I last posted and I do apologize about that. There has been a lot going on in my life and some of it has prevented me from being able to do any writing. I will be picking up 'Pactio! Stand by, Ready' again in a short while but for the moment I ask just a little bit more patients.

Now, this is going to need a bit of explaining before you start the story. This story is based of a fic that is a side/joke fic to another story. The base story is 'In Flight' by Gabriel Blessing, a truly entertaining story following Shirou Emiya from Fate/Stay Night. During the later chapters (after 27), Gab made a more light hearted fic (which started in forum posts) that took the Shirou from 'In Flight' and threw him into various universes thanks to the Wizard Marshal Zelretch, called 'Shirou Emiya: Erogame Protagonist'. Needless to say that others join in on the fun by throwing Shirou around as well. One of the more prominent authors of this would be Mu-Sensei. For any of my readers that shouldn't ready the base stories, and please don't if you are not old enough OR mature enough for them; just know that Shirou has been dimension hoping for quite some time and lived through many, MANY realities.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fate/Stay Night or Vandread.

*Story Start*

Chapter 01: Another Beginning

Shirou oped his eyes to darkness, or rather to something that blocked his view completely. On reflex he placed his hand under it and tried to push it away. It was soft and warm to the touch and he couldn't help but squeeze it gently. It had such a familiar, yet different feel to it. He squeezed a few more times, and when he heard a moan, everything seemed to click.

Jumping away, Shirou gave a look at the chamber he was in. The chamber was mostly empty with the exception of something mechanical sticking through the wall, though on further inspection it was a blue ship of some kind, below it was a yellow and tan mecha, as well as some catwalks along the upper part of the chamber, but the thing that held Shirou's attention was taking up most of the chamber with pylons all along it's surface and giving off a soft green glow everywhere.

It was large, it was made of energy but it was mechanical and organic at the same time, the sphere, well ovaloid, well spherical-ovaloid, well spherical-ovaloid composed of an infinite number of asymmetrical planes which were set at simultaneous perpendicular and parallel arcs from each other whose arcs had the radius of the square root of pi divided by zero to the nth power while also bizarrely tasting of not green but blue with an after flavor prismatic opalescence... and... and 'It' was ALIVE and AWARE! Energy was being siphoned off to power everything around it including the ship. Shirou knew he was in a ship because as he analyzed the 'core' or 'Paksis Pragma', his mind told him, he could smell that the energy was sent back and forth throughout the ship almost like blood or the nervous system if not both, much like a human body. The scent of it's power everywhere at once.

Forcing himself to look away with a shake, Shirou couldn't help but think of the awesome and horrifying power that the 'Paksis' had. It reminded him of Ea, the weapon of Gilgamesh, or the Jinki or heaven forbid, Angel Halo.

With his mind no longer held by the mystic power source, Shirou looked at the young woman he had pushed off earlier, and she was young as Shirou guessed she was sixteen or seventeen. She was still unconscious, long auburn hair pooled around her body from head to waist, and a gold tiara stood out just behind her ears. A very short mini skirt graced her hips while what Shirou could only describe as a mix between a tank top and sports bra, with a skinny jacket that left her shoulders bare but flaring out around the base of her arms and traveled all the way to her hands. With the exception of the black tank top, all of her cloths were a light beige with a pink trim. Her cloths were very skimpy by Shirou's standards showing off her stomach, but then again he had seen skimpier though out his travels.

"Ok Shirou, let's think about this..." The young man began to talk to himself as he headed over to the crashed ship and the mecha. "What memories do you have about this world?"

"Well, I remember that I come from one world that is at war with another... though I can't remember who or what I was fighting..." Beginning to concentrate inward Shirou felt his circuits as they warm up, but then let them rest as he finished his internal check.

"Ok, so you still have your circuits this time, though only seventeen of them are accessible."

"And you seem to be around eighteen years old... again. And my name... is... Hibiki... Great another time when I'm not me. Thanks, Zelretch."

"Still, better than some of the times in the past..." Shirou couldn't help but shiver as he remembered some of his past lives as both a man AND a woman. "Think you should wake her up and see what she knows?" Shirou contemplated as he looked at the young woman.

"I could, but what if she was fighting me before I woke up?"

"That could be a problem... I could tie her up, just to play it safe."

Looking inside the open mecha, Shirou found some rope as well as what seemed to be a survival kit. He left the kit alone as he walked back over to the woman, but just as he was about to start tying her up she opened her eyes, her bright blue ones meeting his.

Still holding the rope, Shirou began to back away slowly to avoid panicking her. Not sure what to do at this point.

"H-Hold on!" She called hoping he wouldn't bolt away. "Wait!"

Shirou stopped and waited to see what she was going to do.

"Wow, a real Alien!" She then exclaimed, her voice so cheerful.

"A-alien?" the boy couldn't help but wonder.

She then began to move her hand in a strange set of movements, and for some reason Shirou mimicked them.

"I did it! It worked!" the auburn gushed as she clapped her hands together. "First Contact!"

"Hehe..." Shirou laughed slightly before dashing away. "Bye!"

"Hey! Wait a moment!" she called out as she gave chase. "I haven't taken my photo!"

"Hey! Mr. Alien! Let's just sit and talk!"

"You sure are persistent, woman!" Shirou called back as he jumped up to another catwalk from a pylon.

*Click**Click**Click* The girl's camera went as she tried to catch the boy. "Hey, why are you running away? I belong to a peaceful race."

*scene break*

Shirou had been running for almost twenty minutes now and she STILL hadn't stopped chasing him. Luckily there was some debris near the mecha and ship that Shirou decided to hide in when the girl lost sight of him for a moment.

"Mr. Alien, where are you?"

"Dita!" a new voice called out.

"Look, she's chasing a man." a second voice replied.

"Leader!" The auburn said in surprise.

Shirou took a quick peek from behind the debris to see the newcomers. There were three of them.

The First had short blue hair and matching eyes with some kind of technological gadget almost circling her left eye and into her hair.. She had on a black and white full length bodysuit with what looked like additional armor and padding around the chest and shoulders. She radiated a commanding presence, not like a heroic spirit, but more like one who was use to those following her lead.

The second woman had long blond hair curling slightly over itself at the tips, yet strong green eyes gazed at her friends. A long black dress hung from her shoulders to her ankles, slit along both sides of up to her hips. Her outfit just screamed feminine sexuality as it helped show her ample buxom and trim figure, while a well cared for rapier hung from her waist.

Lastly the third woman had short green hair that kind of fanned out behind her head with piercing dark eyes that looked more purple than any other color. Long stocking/boot ran up her legs ending just short of her hips, while a v-cut outfit ran from her hips to her breasts held along the center by lacing. Gloves ran from her finger tips to her shoulders with pauldrons at the top and cloth running against her shoulder blades, the whole outfit was dark purple matching her eyes, and traced with white along the edging. A handgun hanging from her hip.

All three of the new arrivals looked between eighteen and twenty years old.

"DITA!" The first voice yelled while grabbing the auburn haired girl's shoulder.

"Oh, Leader!"

"What are you doing? Don't act independently from the team!" she scolded the younger girl.

"I'm sorry." Dita replied, sounding almost like a kicked puppy.

"Meia, where are you?" a voice come from what Shirou guessed was a small walkie talkie from her hip.

Grabbing it from her belt she replied back into it. "Everyone is all right. We'll leave on the Dreads before the missiles hit!"

All four ran to the blue ship, with Dita climbing into the cockpit on the top, and the others running through the hole it had made. Deciding to follow their lead, Shirou ran over to the mecha and hoped that it worked.

Calling upon his magic, Shirou imagined the hammer of a gun drawing back and firing in the back of his mind. "Trace on. Structural Analysis. Complete."

Luck was with Shirou as he knew how to operate the Tsukumo version Van-Type fighter, Bangatta. Or the basics at least. Going as quickly as he could start the mecha up, he noticed that the blue ship above him hadn't pulled out of the wall yet.

"I'm stuck and can't get out!" Dita's panicked voice came from the speakers of her ship.

With a light sigh, Shirou hit the thrusters on the Van-Type and slammed into the other ship knocking the young woman's ship loose, but damaging his own as readouts began blaring around the cockpit including one that stated the thrusters had been damaged.

"Mr. Alien..." her voice telling Shirou all he needed to know. She wanted to know why he saved her instead of trying to get out alone.

"It's Shirou... not Mr. Alien."

*Scene break*

As Dita's Dread back out of the wall, she had enough time to think about the man she had just met before the missiles hit the old section of the Ikazuchi and the Pirate's Ship, causing an explosion that engulfed everything.