Striker High ch. 1: Hell hath no hallways
A/N: I do not own strike witches only my OCs and this will be an AU and Ichiro will be in this story
Yes. Yes they do.
"The hell would you know about that?"
Oh, my dear, mechanical lad… Let me tell you a story, a story of-
" 'Kay, bored now! Get on with the chapter!"
Gh-! The story IS the chapter, you fool!
"Then hurry up and storytime, mothafucka!"
FINE! Let's do this shit!
"The special units academy better known to its students and staff as Striker High is a sprawling pristine two-hundred acre campus nestled in the secluded Britannian countryside with the purpose of training its students to be the exemplary experts in their particular chosen field of service whatever it may be" Matt read from the brochure that he had been given when he walked in although it wasn't his first year as he had helped build the school, which he quickly gave an underhanded toss, before following it up with his gear bag to the bottom bunk.
Laying back exhausted after walking up a 300 yard tree lined driveway past horse barns and hangars, Matt muttered
"Well what do you know, I go from being told I would never leave my farm or home state to being an orphan to now being 4400 miles from anyone I knew and at least the map they gave me is correct" recalling that the academy was 100 miles away from London. Starting to zone out noticing it was 2 sets of dull olive drab bunk beds and the empty off-white walls he started thinking about his past. He was a strapping 6 foot tall, reddish-brown haired farm boy from central liberion, whose only escape from being a farm boy was going the military although he earned the nickname deaths shadow due to his tailored black uniform as he stood 6 foot 145 pounds of pure deadly muscle which he had no problems using. Hearing the door open he spun around and went reaching for his pistol only to realize it was in his bag and he was sitting on the top bunk so cursing his stupidity he dropped to the ground and came face to face with a short blonde haired girl and her friend, a brown haired, if he had to guess 5' 8" young lady with the same look of someone who could kill with their bare hands and not break a sweat.
"Hi my names Erica and the one over in the corner looking like she is too good for introductions is Trude and what's your name?" and he just stuck his hand out before saying in a slightly southern drawl
"Names Matthew Wilms and me dad's Britannian-liberion and me mum is from Karlsland as are you too and the uniforms give it away. My big brother is based in Karlsland so I hope for a good school year" and as they shook hands he heard a sound that he had heard many a time before as he had buried many a squadmate. Looking at the two and then out at the three story drop Matt said
"See you guys at the bottom" and before either of his roommates could say a word Matt hurled himself with a running start out the window and pulled a tuck and roll from his training to be an elite warrior, so he was up on his feet without a single stop. Having seen that his best friend Keysen yelled
"What a fucking show-off man and anything you won't do for attention?" and he joyfully replied
"Yeah, deal with your bullshit early in the morning" and walked to join the military formation as Trude found him and stuck out her hand saying, her voice of mixture of shock and annoyance
"I am Flight lieutenant Gertrud barkhorn and Erica Hartmann is a flying officer" and Matt replied, his military bearing showing
"That's good to know and I am a corporal in the liberion military as I am bounced from the army to navy to marines and even the army air force but I am navy though and through" and then with a sly smile he snapped his fingers together allowing his red fox features to appear along with a tuft of flame and quickly lightning his first cigarette of the school year he looked at the two Karlsland warriors standing next to him, the three all in black uniforms, and said casually as if it was no big deal
"I am, as you just saw, a pyrokenetic and a witch" and both fell silent as the bagpiper started walking forward toward the school and the machine gun, which instantly started throwing hot lead down range and with a quick twist of his hands the rounds all went around her slamming into the steel plates and laughed, as the two had very stunned looks on their faces, before remarking
"Part of my pyrokenesis is that I can control bullets so I am an expert marksman oh and for some reason I get slightly enhanced strength so I hope I don't break anything this month. After they all received their unit number of 501 he smiled as Hartmann shot him a look like she was in love with him. Meeting the others and his brother Richard, who was his polar opposite and controlled ice, he saw that the night withes were already warming up to him and he chuckled knowing where it would lead. After showing the group to their hangar bay, which to them was a separate hanger, as all hangar bays were sealed off with the entrance being either the wide open front overlooking rolling pasture land for the animals they raised, of which the chickens and Cattle and even the horses took a real shining to Matt much to his annoyance, or the door at the back of the room that connected to a long tunnel for in case storms kicked up but the mechanics wanted to work on their strikers and Matt saw his P40N and P51N models were shipped over as well as Richards FW190G8 and P47D. Smiling he saw the unit leaders Minna Wilke and Mio sakamoto standing there and Minna asked, locking eyes with each and every student in the group
"Now each one of you has a unique talent so why don't you let us know who you are and what you can do" and looking at Matt she said
"You, sir why don't you tell us and what you can do" and nodding matt took to steps in military bearing getting the Galian snidely remarking, causing Matt and Richard both going on edge, "Oh great another uncultured military brat that I will have to deal with" and turning sharply on his heel Matt said the hardness appearing in his voice
"Corporal Matthew Wilms and I am a pyrokenetic, or for those of you that don't get it I will break it down Kindergarten style" and with that he snapped his finger and wrote in flames like a teacher "Pyro means fire and kenesis means control so I am a fire controller" and as minna asked him what his special talent was, Richard scoffed out a response;
"Does not getting fucking shot count? Cuz he sure seems to have to focus on that a lot." Matt, spiraling around on his heel, fired a basic round, grazing the edge of Richard's rounded shield, the shell freezing and dropping to the ground. Matt scoffed as the shell dropped at his feet, racking his gun again.
"Showoff."
Richard gave a smirk, and lowered his hand, wisps of cold air floated off.
"Trigger-happy hothead."
After their little grim fandango, Matt finally chimed in.
"I am a gunsmith and I have two of my favorite toys out here" and pulled out a M2 that had the trigger and pistol grip of a Thompson SMG and the stock and bipod of a BAR as well as the sights of a M1 carbine. Setting it down he said "M2A1W reaper heavy machine gun and a M1919A6 stinger light machine gun and both of them are also used by my cousins belle and Taylor as well as other modified weapons to be fully automatic". Seeing that and the others all doing their own thing Matt walked to the gun range and instantly dropped down and held down the trigger and then used the bullets to carve 501 in the target and then hung it in the bay before forging a bunch of metal boxes and putting all the money he owned, 50,000 dollars in one of them and then grabbed a tiller and farm gear before planting a lot of grains and other crops as well as hemp knowing that the farm was their home having been there a year earlier before calling it a day wondering how to tell Trude what she meant to him and what he thought of Erica worried about what she would feel about him, all the while feeling at home with the stallions and the tree lined driveway. Seeing it he sang quietly
"I went to work for her that summer a teenage kid so far from home, wheat fields as far as I could see both needing something from each other not knowing what that might be. On the air there was a hunger even a boy could recognize"