Hello everyone... wow; its been a very long time since we last saw each other huh? For those wondering yes, this is a re-write of the original Galaxy Angel interventions; the story that'll I've neglected for over a year. With that being the case I figured I may as well re-start the thing instead of continue the old story as all loyal readers- hopefully there are still some of you left anyway- will have most likely forgotten about it by now.

To explain on how things will go in regards to the plot it'll mostly stay the same as to what has happened in the original just- hopefully- better written and more engaging for everyone as I'd like to think I've grown a little bit as a writer since I started that story back in 2013.

Will: About time you started again; though what'll happen to the original story?

Thanks for asking there Will, the original story will remain on there for... sentimental purposes. It was my first attempt at a fanfic after all.

Will: K... Willgm owns nothing in this fanfic except for myself, Sora, the other OC's that'll be introduced and any original plot lines that he comes up with. Everything else is owned by Broccoli.

Thank you Will.

Now, lets get things started!

Prologue: An abrupt entrance into the stars

A yawn escaped me as I started booting up my computer. It had been a long day at my part-time job down the nearest subway and right now all I wanted was to relax and play one of my favourite game series:

Galaxy Angels.

If one were to ask me why it was one of my favourites I would have to say because of the genuine likeness and kinship I felt with the characters. Call me odd or even creepy if you want but when I first booted by the first game after watching the animated series- no, even before that when I was watching the animated series- I just felt a connection to the angels and started thinking of them as family.

Milfie was the clumsy younger sibling that could always make you smile.

Ranpha was the non-nonsense taking cousin you still couldn't help but like regardless of her initial hostile attitude.

Mint was the mischievous, all knowing sibling that always kept you on your toes.

Forte was the kind but strict older sister that you could always rely on and trust your back to.

Vanilla... I'd never been able to categorise her as anything. On one hand she was the quiet, shy girl that lived across the street while at the same time the hard working childhood friend that always picked up the slack when you faltered. All and all something about her just made me hesitate in categorising her as just one thing.

And Chitose? She was the rule abiding sibling that tried to keep you in line whenever the parents were in the vicinity.

Enough about that though, I focused my attention on the computer screen that read the name 'William Johnson' as the user name, clicked on the icon, typed in the password and used the galaxy angel icon that hung on my desktop.

I was just about to think over which angel I would romance before the strangest thing happened...

Instead of the Broccoli logo showing up like it was supposed to I instead got a very small dot in the centre of the otherwise black screen.

A groan escaped my lips as frustration echoed through my head. I really didn't want to deal with a faulty computer right now... oh well; can't do anything about it by complain so best-

My plan of action left my mind when the dot grew in rapid speed until the whole screen was consumed by white light and the feeling on a thousand sledgehammers simultaneously smashing into my head threw me off the chair onto the floor.

I resisted the urge to scream while gripping onto my head as an instinct and looked towards the screen from the carpet floor. I immediately had to look away as the light was too bright so instead I worked my way to my feet in a hurry in an attempt to run to the door.

It was then that I heard a voice.

"Peace, child of Earth. I wish you no harm." Almost instantly the pain in my head vanished and a calmness I hadn't felt in years washed over me; causing me to drift into euphoria for the briefest of instances before I shook myself to my senses and returned my gaze to the source.

I turned my gaze back to the computer also like a puppet being pulled on strings and I felt my mind begin to feel hazy; It was suddenly becoming difficult to remain conscious.

"Do not fight it William Johnson, it is necessary for you to sleep now if you are to survive the coming journey." The voice from before whispered into my ear with the softness of an angels wings and the care of a mothers love. "The initial pain was me implementing the knowledge you shall need in the future. I ask your forgiveness for that but it will be a necessary evil as you shall see... I am truly sorry for what is to happen to you in the future but... out of all who I have seen I have found you the most suitable to face the coming crisis... again, I am truly sorry."

The woman's voice sounded truly apologetic and the pain she must have been feeling was clear in her voice. I didn't get what she was asking me to do, I didn't understand the importance of what this mysterious person was entrusting to me to do... but I didn't care.

The pain was genuine, the woman truly didn't wish to do this and was only doing so because all other options had been extinguished. That was the impression I was getting from this woman's words.

And so...

"It's alright." I replied with a reassuring smile on my face. "I don't get it but, if this is that important... then I'll go along with it and forgive you."

"...I thank you, from the bottom of my heart I thank you for your forgiveness." No more words were said after that. It may have been more appropriate to say that no more words were needed.

While I may not have understood what I had to do... I knew that all I had to do was go and do the best I could at it. I may have been just a single, ordinary, eighteen year old human... but I was determined to see whatever I was to do through to the end and make sure it all came up with everyone involved smiling.

...I've been reading WAY too many light novels; I must have to make such a declaration... oh well.

I finally drifted from consciousness when I felt the softness of a finger touch my forehead.

Tact Mayers was a rather lax man, it wasn't that he couldn't act serious or anything; it was just that his default personality was that of a country bumpkin that spent his time relaxing after a hard days work on a farm... not that he'd actually done that as a child but you get the idea.

Anyway, Tact was currently in a bit of a... 'problem'. It wasn't that he was under risk of being arrested or caught in-between a hostage situation with a gun pointed to his head or anything like that.

No, the problem was that he'd just been assigned as the commander of the ship called the Elsior; the war ship that was in charge of guarding the white moon while serving as the command ship of the emblem frames. The emblem frame, along with the Elsior, were creations known as the pinnacle of lost technology and as such were constantly manned by only those who lived on the white moon- minus the frames as they chose their pilots.

Why was this a problem? Tact wasn't a person from the white moon; he had until a few hours ago been in charge of the 2nd fleet of the Transbaal navy alongside his best friend Lester Coolduras that was stationed over the Criom system.

That had been until GA units 001, 002 and 004 had arrived while being chased by an automated fleet claiming that they'd been sent to find him by order of someone. After the emblem frames finished off the ships Tact and the rest of his ships were escorted to the Elsior where they met the rest of the Angel Wings- the official name for the emblem frame pilots- and he was reunited with his old instructor from the Academy Commodore Luft Weizen.

It had been Commodore Luft that had placed him in charge of the Angel wings- after much persuasion- which hadn't gone over well with the majority of the five pilots.

Thankfully- somewhat- he hadn't had to deal with that problem as they were then suddenly attacked by the forces of the coup d'etat led by the banished prince Eonia.

The forces themselves were led by a general- Rezom or something- and so the angel wings had quickly sortied out to deal with it.

That battle was over now and the enemy forces had retreated. That should have been it but...

It was just as the angel wings were about to be recalled that something opened up in space and released the definite humanoid-shaped object into the open drift that space offered.

It took the crew and the angel wings approximately 2 seconds to realise that it was a human.

"A-Angel wings; collect that body now!" The order left Tact's mouth before his brain could keep up. He was panicked; what he'd just seen made no sense in any sense of the word but... the sensor were showing that the person that had just appeared was actually breathing- he was actually still alive despite all of science screaming that he should already be dead!

Space was cold- in certain areas, space was a vacuum; the moment the body had left the portal... thing that person should have shown signs of dying. The skin changing blue due to the lack of oxygen or intense shivering from the negative climate weren't pleasant. In fact the chest really was reacting normally.

Had they... just wandered onto an alien species that could supply its own oxygen or didn't require it!?

...No, that was stupid even for him (and he could be pretty silly at times.)

"...Harvester... moving to retrieve." The monitor from GA unit005 Harvester that was piloted a teal green haired girl named Vanilla came on screen with the young thirteen year old holding a determined expression on her face as her emblem frame moved to the bodies location at the fastest speed it could muster.

Vanilla H focussed her gaze on the drifting body before her with narrowed eyes. She hated death, she hated seeing a person in danger of dying since the death of her foster mother Sister Beryl.

She wouldn't allow this unknown person to die while she could help it.

She wouldn't allow herself to fail again.

It took another few seconds before she was close enough to collect the body. As soon as the Harvester was positioned in a way for pick-up the small girl deployed her nano machines to create an environment within the small area between them that acted like the atmosphere on a inhabitable planet.

In other words the nano machines created a situation where it was possible to breathe in space for a brief time.

Not wasting any time Vanilla opened the cockpit and picked up the body as it drifted in. She immediately closed the cockpit and reactivated the nano machines in the atmosphere.

She then took a closer look at the young man on her lap. He was taller than the average male with brown hair that reached to his shoulders with signs of shaving apparent on his face. He wore a casual outfit of black jeans and a shirt alongside white socks. He wore no shoes.

Vanilla was just about to report the collection when the man, as if released from stasis, groggily opened his eyes, revealing diamond blue irises as he did, and looked into her red wine ones.

"...An...Angel...?" slowly, the unknown man slowly brought his hand up until it rested on her cheek. "Beautiful..." He muttered under his breath.

It was then that something strange happened. Vanilla suddenly felt hot and sweat began pouring down her face. Her heart rate increased and the urge to continue looking into the strangers eyes grew in intensity.

Vanilla quickly found herself unable to look away. It was as if she were in a trance; she could do nothing as her body held his close and her face inched towards his own.

It was a few moments later that their lips touched softly and the strangeness in her body ceased. She could control it again but chose to do nothing. A warm feeling made its way into her heart and a goofy smile fought its way onto her lips even as they stayed on the older males.

His lips tasted... sweet, she'd never really read any romance novels before so she'd never gained any second hand information on how kissing was done but... it was nice. In this position she strangely felt... whole, complete. It was as if all her life she'd been missing something without knowing it and had suddenly found it.

And like a drug, Vanilla found herself completely hooked.

...Then the tender kiss ended as the man's head fell back onto her lap and the warm feeling in her chest resided deep within.

As soon as she realised what she'd done an uncharacteristic blush sprouted onto her face, why the hell had she done that!? Why the hell did she want to keep doing it!?

And why was she cursing in her head!?

"..lla!... Vanilla!" Vanilla was dragged out of her thoughts at the yelling of her newest commander.

Tact had a look of concern on his face and the faces of the other angels held similar expressions. Confusion quickly overtook her thoughts on what'd just happened which allowed her to focus on her teammates.

She could figure out what had happened just now later.

"...Yes, Tact?" the goofy smile that had been on her face was replaced with her usual blank expression.

"Did something happen? We lost contact with the Harvester for a bit just then; is it damaged in any way?" Surprise overtook the confusion; they... hadn't seen what'd just happened?

She found herself relieved at that.

"...There are no technical issues, the Harvester... is operating at 100% efficiency."

"...If you say so. Anyway, bring the guy you just picked up over to the Elsior so that we can get him checked out in the infirmary.

"...Yes."

It took only a few minutes to return to the Elsior, by which time the other angels had already returned and were waiting for her to arrive with her boyfri- what was she just thinking!?

She shook her head furiously to remove those thoughts from her head and managed to regain her usual expression by the time she exited the cockpit of the Harvester with the unknown man still in her arms- who she could surprisingly lift for some reason with only little trouble.

"Vanilla, are you alright? We were all really worried when you didn't answer our calls earlier." The girl known as Milfeulle- Milfie to her friends- Sakuraba yelled this to the young girl with a look of pure worry on her face.

Milfie was a girl that possessed unusual luck- in that it was either extremely good or extremely bad- as well as a good cook.

"...Its okay, Milfie... I am fine."

"Oh thank goodness!" The pink haired girl gave out a cry of relief.

"Are you sure Vanilla? Not answering isn't like you." A woman with long blonde hair said this in a while-not-as-worrying-as-Milfies-but-still-concerned face.

This was Ranpha Franboise, a martial arts expert and a lover of fortune telling.

"I... am sure, Ranpha." the worried look however didn't disappear.

"Now now Ranpha let's not get all emotional over this, I am sure Vanilla is perfectly fine on the matter." A small girl with blue hair with what looked like donkey ears spoke on the teal coloured haired girls behalf.

This was Mint Blancmanche, a telepath and a lover of sweets.

"Mint's right Ranpha; I'm sure Vanilla's okay. Honestly, I'm more concerned about the guy in her arms." The new voice belonged to an older woman with red hair with a monocle on her left eye.

This was Forte Stollen, the leader of the Angel wings and a person that loved collecting old, antique guns.

These four combined with her made up the entirety of the Moon angel wings and the best pilots in the entire Transbaal empire.

Forte gave the man in Vanilla's arms a quick look over before opening up her arms a little as if to take him from her.

"I'll take him to the Infirmary Vanilla, he must be a bit heavy for you so-"

"I'll take him." Forte's words were cut off by Vanilla's who held the body a little tighter.

"You Sure? I mean-"

"I'll take him." Forte's- hell, the whole of the group of girls- jaw dropped slightly at the steel in the young girls tone and the slight glare in her eyes. They'd never seen her give such an emotional reaction before.

Was he perhaps a relative of hers?

"...Okay, though at least let us help you with him. Like I said, he must be a bit heavy for you on your own." Forte's reply was subdued and a quick look of suspicion was sent towards the sleeping man's face... something Vanilla caught.

"...No thank you, Forte. I'll take him on my own." without another word the youngest of the five girls walked off with the unknown man towards the infirmary.

"That... wasn't like Vanilla." Was Forte's eventual reaction.

'Why... did I act like that?' Vanilla quietly asked this of herself as she made her way to the infirmary. She'd never been the type of person to get angry at someone; hell in order to fully use her nano machines she always restrained and kept her emotions locked up tight.

And yet at the simplest thought of releasing this person and giving him to someone else caused an intense feeling of... she didn't know what it was. She didn't know how to describe what she felt when those thoughts entered her mind but she knew she didn't like it.

Unknown to the naïve girl it was an emotion known as jealousy mixed in with a little bit of possessiveness.

Regardless, she ran into no one along the infirmary and was warmly greeted by the doctor- a woman named Cera- when she entered.

"Good work Vanilla, please place him on the bed here." the kind doctor gestured to the bed nearest to her and Vanilla immediately complied...

Only she couldn't bring herself to release him afterwards.

"Uh, Vanilla... you can let him go now."

"...Yes." With great- REALLY great- difficult the young girl managed to release her hold over the young man and drag herself away from his body.

She immediately wanted to grab hold again but managed to stop herself from doing so.

Suddenly an announcement came from the broadcast system set up around the ship. "All angel wings report to the bridge. I repeat, all angel wings to the bridge." The announcement came from the Almo Blueberry, the communications officer.

Vanilla suddenly felt the urge to strangle her.

"You'd best get going Vanilla."

"...Yes." giving the man one last look Vanilla left the infirmary to head towards the bridge.

When I opened my eyes I had to immediately close them again at the sight of the pure white ceiling. After taking a few moments to gather my bearings I re-opened them to take a good look at my surroundings.

My first guess was that I was in some sort of hospital ward or infirmary with the smell of antiseptic firmly in the air and the general appearance all matching to that conclusion. There were around half a dozen beds placed at the walls of the room with a desk that held a tone of papers close to the door.

Sitting at that desk was a woman with silver hair wearing a white lab coat with what looked like a blue dress underneath.

For some reason the woman looked familiar.

"...Where am I?" despite my near silent mumbling the woman seemed to hear me- probably because there was literally no other noise in the room- and turned to face me.

It took all I had to not yell out or gasp in complete shock.

"Ah, you're awake." Dr Cera, the doctor that worked aboard the Elsior in the Galaxy Angel universe said this with a small smile on her face.

And that's all she wrote guy. Damn, this actually ended up being longer than I was expecting it to be but I guess this is fine as well. Let me know what you thought of it and I'll see you-

Will: Hold it, what was hell was that with Vanilla huh? She never acts like that; ever. Also, the hell was with that magic like thing that went on between me and her?

Simple, I'm changing a few things to suit some issues the original had.

Will: As in?

*Sigh* its quite simple really. Basically, long story short, I got this idea in my head while re-thinking this and I came to the conclusion that, well... I made everyone pretty much trust you for no reason other than being a nice guy right from the start.

Will: Yeah... so?

So, to fix that, and a few other things, I'm adding in a little something that will explain why they act like that and why everything just went your way just like that *clicks fingers to give understanding*

Will:...Okay.

Sora: Does this mean I get some cool power too?

Will: Ah! *Jumps in surprise* Where'd you come from!?

Sora: Door was open.

...We already did that joke.

Sora: *shrugs* Who needs originality anyway? *Turns to readers* Please remember to R&R and we'll see you in the next chapter.

Hey! Don't just shut us off on your-

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