Seoul, South Kosun
January 1st, 1950
Fuso Ground Self Defense Force
14th Independent Infantry Division
"Hara, get some hot water, any more of this cold and this M2 is going to shatter even if you glance at it."
"Why do I always have to be the errand boy? I Signed up to fight Neuroi, not be a delivery man."
"From what I heard you were the best delivery boy in Osaka, so I gave you an appropriate job *Hearty laugh*"
"They have a special place in hell for you Kaba, but lucky for you it's too cold for you to get there, *Laughs*"
"Get goin will ya?"
"Sure boss," Cpl. Hara got out of his fighting position and slung the M1 Garand over his shoulder. As he climbed the white mound and out into the open, the snow pounded his face with the ferocity of hard falling rain. He covered his face so the sharp flakes wouldn't cut his eyes. He made small shuffles as he trudged through the snow until he reached the water heater. He fumbled the bucket as he struggled to keep it still in his mittens. He twisted the tap and placed the bucket underneath. A strong gust of wind slammed into him and he braced himself, using his greatcoat as a shield against the flying ice. He looked at the bucket to see that it was still empty. "Kuso ̄! (Damn!)" He banged on the tank in frustration and tried twisting the tap to no avail. Feeling defeated he kicked the tank in a final act of retribution before turning back and trudging through the sea of white again.
"Where's the water?" . Kaba asked, wondering where the water he requested was.
"Damn thing's broken." Hara replied.
"Well we sure can't use this thing."
"Piss on it if it gets too cold, that seems to work," Hara joked. Kaba shot him a gaze that showed disapproval.
"Just get back in here."
Hara moved back to his position that overlooked to the north, obscured by a white wall that never seemed to end.
"Hara, I'm going to sleep."
"Really, I'm going to have to do this myself?"
"Nothing has been spotted in this sector ever since the Shanghai Hive was destroyed. I'm pretty sure more guys go down from frostbite than Neuroi beams. You'll be fine."
Kaba wrapped himself in the blanket which left Hara overlooking the point. Needing to quench his thirst, Hara pulled out his canteen. He brushed the frost of the cap and untwisted it and took a big swig before setting some down in a cup. Suddenly, something appeared out of the corner of Hara's eye. He glanced out of the hole and looked around but the scenery was still as it was. White. Hara was about to take a sip from his cup when he noticed the water beginning ripple. He held his breath and tried to sense if it was him. When the rippling continued, he took another look at the openness. 'No….' He thought to himself. The white wall was collapsing as the forms of black and red broke through. Instantly, he woke up his partner and told him to get on the radio.
"GET ON THE HORN, TELL COMMAND NEUROI CONTACT TOWARDS THE NORTH REQUESTING REINFOR-"They were cut short as a beam sliced through and obliterated their position. The radio that they tried to use still echoed the frantic cries for help.
"FALL BACK!"
"KEEP SHOOTING!"
"THEY'RE ALL OVER THE PLACE!"
"FALL BACK TO PHASE LINE SHURI, FALL-"its last show of life before it died.
Yokosuka Naval Base, Fuso
*Knock Knock*
"Enter."
*Door opens*
A man stood at the door, his hand towards his head in a salute. "At ease." The man put his hand down and rushed forwards and put a manila folder on the desk before bowing and turning to leave. "Shut the door when you leave," the voice said as the man reached the apex of the door.
"Yes Flight Lieutenant," The man replied as he closed the door behind him. Grabbing the manila folder she opened it and put the folder aside.
"Contact report?" She said to herself before delving into the print.
'Northern Regimental Headquarters
Fuso Ground Self Defense Force
Report: Units of the 14th IID made contact with unknowns approaching Seoul from the north. Units fell back to Phase Line Shuri but last contact was made at around 0400 Hours, no further contact was heard from them. Unit presumed loss. Unknowns fit the description of Type-7 Walker Types though further information cannot be ascertained at this time. Reports of familiar engagements from across the 37th Parallel. Liberion Marine Corps. Units stationed at Inchon engaged what was described to be a large carrier type. Said units fell back and are now holding at the Pusan defensive line.
Reinforcements are being filed through Pusan Harbor but refugees fleeing have delayed troop deployments. Inclement weather has ceased all air operations so ground units are without air cover. Liberion 7th Fleet is inbound from Guam to assist but estimate 5 days until arrival in the Fuso Sea Region. 567th Pacific Dispatch Fleet is nearby but recent harrying attacks have left the battle group crippled and are now sailing towards Nagasaki.
Estimation of Neuroi Progress towards the Pusan defensive line is 2 weeks before the Kosun Peninsula is loss.'
"Damn… how many were loss." She said to herself. Without saying much more, she took the paper and put it in her coat pocket and made for the door. Grabbing her Officers hat off the rack before closing it.
Sometime later….
The car drove through the forest of trees and the snow covered road, she looked for the deviation in the road that lead down another path. When she found it she turned on to it and found herself at a quaint house that was white from the falling snow. As her boots made their way across the soft snow she looked into the driveway and saw the Black Benz. She was here. With haste she climbed up the steps and knocked on the door. She stood there as the snow piled on her hat when the door opened.
"Sakamoto-san," She greeted.
"Miyafuji, what brings you here? Your squadron giving you a headache?"
"Fortunately no, may I come inside?"
"Sure sure, come in."
Flight Lieutenant Yoshika Miyafuji, commander of the 501st Tactical Fighter Squadron of the Fuso Air Self Defense Force moved inside and closed the door behind her. Placing her coat and hat on the rack she dragged her boots on the carpet to be free of the extra snow.
"Sorry about this."
"No its fine, you could use some hot tea after that, please have a seat," Mio gestured to the couch that sat in the living room that had a brick fireplace illuminating the room. "Hijikata, can you make some tea?"
"Why, is someone over?"
"It's Miyafuji."
A man appeared at the top of the stairs and quickly ran down to greet her. "Miss Miyafuji, it's good to see you." Hijikata said with a smile.
"Same with you Mr. Keisuke"
"We've been over this many times, you don't have to call me that. Call me Hijikata or Mr. Sakamoto, though honestly I prefer the latter."
Mio looked at him, "Playing the nice game I see?"
"Just following orders."
Mio placed a kiss on Hijikata's cheek then tapped his face, "Get the tea ready, I don't want Miyafuji to catch a cold."
"Remember, I can't catch colds," Miyafuji reminded her former squadron commander. "How long has it been now?" Miyafuji's gaze towards the kitchen where Hijikata was at work.
"3 years," Mio replied. She sat down on one of the single seaters and gestured for Miyafuji to have a seat in front of her. "Judging by you stopped by without calling, you probably have something important to say?"
"Yes, I have it ri-" Yoshika was cut short as the aroma of tea filled the room.
"Tea delivered as ordered." Hijikata joked as he comedically stood at attention.
"You are dismissed," Mio replied as she took the tray and set it down. She took one of the cups and put it in front of Miyafuji which she graciously accepted.
"This is good." Yoshika remarked after taking a small sip.
"Yeah, I'm not so good at this cooking thing," Mio scoffed. "It's hard to believe that I'm married."
A voice came from the kitchen again. "That's why you have me around."
"I see that I made the right choice." The two laughed and Miyafuji gave it a good laugh as well but her laughs were cut short as the sense of urgency grew.
"About the thing I was going to show you, I have it right here." She pulled out the piece of paper from earlier and slid it across the table.
"What's this?" Mio asked, glancing down it whilst taking another sip.
"Contact report." Miyafuji's voice turned strained.
Mio furrowed her brow as she looked at the top line, "Contact report? Do I look like your commanding offic-" She was cut short as she read the text.
"It's happening all across the 37th Parallel. The Pusan defensive perimeter is the only thing left standing at this moment." Miyafuji said sternly.
"It's like Libau all over again," Mio reminisced about the famed name that the world had given her and her comrades, but no longer can she repeat such a feat, being 25 years old she had already maxed out her magical output. "So what are you going to do?"
She looked at the Flight Lieutenant, clutching the cup in her hands, she looked uncertain. "I haven't been given orders yet, I guess this has command all tangled up. Getting reinforcement to bolster the perimeter is already a difficult task to begin with."
Mio looked down for a moment then set her cup down. She stood up and ran to the phone and picked it up. Miyafuji watched as she dialed the rotaries and began talking in a hush tone. She couldn't make out what she was saying and was thankful being that she did not want to be disrespectful. As Mio put the phone down she sat back down.
"What was all that about?" Yoshika asked.
"Calling some friends, it's nothing that you should worry about." Mio reassured. After taking a final sip, Miyafuji stood up.
"I'd best be getting back to the base, before they list me as missing in action."
Mio gave a hearty laugh and stood up as well. The two moved towards the door and Miyafuji donned her coat and hat. Suddenly, the light patter of feet was getting louder and Miyafuji looked up towards the staircase, curious of the noise. There a small figure stood at the top of the steps. After a moment of eye contact, the figure began to zip down the stairs with speed. Miyafuji kneeled down and opened her arms.
"AUNT YOSHIKA!" The little girl shouted happily.
Picking up the girl and holding her out, "Hey there kiddo!" Hefting the small child. "You've grown for sure," Miyafuji looked at the girl's mother. "How old is she now?"
"Three," Mio replied. Miyafuji then took the girl and handed her to Mio. Taking her finger, she poked the girl on the nose which made the girl laugh and giggle. The child began to pat on her mother's chest, wanting to be let down. The two laughed and Mio gave a sigh. "Saki, if I put you down you go back straight to your room, okay?" The girl nodded and Mio set her down and she began to climb the steps like a cat, not before turning and waving goodbye at Miyafuji. Miyafuji waved and watched as she went out of sight.
"She's so cute, I'm happy for you Sakamoto-san."
Mio sliced her hand through her hair, "She's quite a handful sometimes, kinda reminds me of some people that I know, I thought I was done giving out orders but alas a job is never done."
Miyafuji opened the door and took a quick look outside. The snow had stopped and the sun was coming out. She looked back at her former mentor and said, "Well I'll see you around Sakamoto-san."
"Same with you Miyafuji, thanks for stopping by, good luck by the way." Mio waved as Yoshika entered her car and backed out of the driveway. The long journey back was about to begin.
Yokosuka Naval Base
Sometime later….
"Asuka, what are you doing!?"
"Just administering a field test Kayo," She tested the firmness and was disappointed. "I'll give you an A minus, and not the good kind of A minus."
"You're really mean!"
"You want a consolation prize?"
"I want my dignity back."
"Get bigger then we'll talk."
"Cut it out you two." A voice barked.
"Jeez Christiane, what with all the tightness, are all Karlslander's like this?"
"If my sister was here, she would rip you a new one Asuka."
"I don't even know why I asked." She replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Where's the Captain? I haven't seen around base and we haven't been called to alert yet," Kayo asked. Soon a car pulled up to the hanger and the three girls could just make out the figure in the car.
*Car door opens*
"What you guys doing milling around?"
"Um… We apologize for our incompetence Flight Lieutenant," Christine stuttered. "We were-"
"Decided to strategically take advantage of a situation ma'am." Asuka interrupted.
"Where are the rest?" Miyafuji asked.
"They're in the command room." Christine replied.
"I see, well follow me, we need to move fast."
"Trouble captain?"
"A mess more like, cmon' we can't keep them waiting." The four entered the building that bore the squadron's emblem. It was blue and had witch brooms arranged in a star pattern, similar to that off the 501st Joint Fighter Wing of the years past. The only difference were the words. Instead of reading 501st Joint Fighter Wing, it read '501st Tactical Fighter Squadron. The bottom portion read 'Strikers'. Put together the form looked like this.
501st Tactical Fighter Squadron 'Strikers'
They carry the namesake of a legendary group, it's only possible that they could try to mimic their feats. With this new conflict that has risen from across the sea, it gives more than an opportunity for the squadron to live it to its formers legacy. The 501st JFW and the 501st TFS are no more the same. They will be there to answer the call like their predecessor did before them. Either it be over the green hills of Gallia, the ruins of the ancients in Romanga and Venzia, or the blistering tundra that is Kosun. Their legacy is still to be tested in the skies of battle.
O.C Bio's so far:
Pilot Officer Honda Asuka
501st TFS 'Strikers'
Striker Unit: North Liberion/Miyabishi F-86J Sabre
Familiar: Grey Fox
Originally attached to the Fuso Southern Air Defense Wing 'Razorbacks'. She was invited to join the multinational fighter squadron in the summer of 1949. She shows much talent in the air as on the ground. Being talented in almost everything that she does, she's more of the brains of the group. Her hobby is sizing up her squadron mates out of boredom. She's known to have a mental list of their size, ready to use them on short notice.
Master Sergeant Kihara Kayo
501st TFS 'Strikers'
Striker Unit: North Liberion/Miyabishi F-86J Sabre
Familiar: Golden Retriever
Originally attached to the 364th Pacific Dispatch Fleet, Carrier Amagi. She was just a young girl when she heard of the exploits of the 501st JFW. This inspired her to join the ranks and attended the academy, graduating at the top of her class. She was invited to the 501st TFS after the Amagi was put it in for modernization. She's known as the prudent one around the squadron. Often thinking highly of others, she looks at Flight Lieutenant Miyafuji as a role model, striving to be just like her soon.
Pilot Officer Christiane Barkhorn (Not really an O.C. I guess :P)
501st TFS 'Strikers'
Striker Unit: Fara-air Sabre
Familiar: Pointer
Originally a part of JG 71 'Richthofen'. Younger sister of famed ace Gertrude Barkhorn, she was comatose during the initial invasion of Berlin. In hospital for quite a while, her older sister made multiple visits to check on her condition. When she finally convalesced, she was often given gifts from her sister's area of deployment. When the 501st was disbanded again, Gertrude became the commander of JG 71. When she turned 12, she surprised her sister with a request that she wanted to become a witch just like her. At first her sister disagreed but finally relented being that it was what she wanted. After flight school she was attached to her sister's command in JG 71. When she was spotted by Miyafuji during a reunion, she was invited to the 501st and accepted saying that she was willing to be with anyone that was friends with her older sister. Adopting the twin tails of her sister's hair, she's often the one that takes her job seriously. Like her sister, she often chastises the other squadron members for being lazy or not doing anything at all. She has a passion for flying in the same skies that her sister once flew in and she shows great skill as she strives to make her squadron mates and her sister proud.
A/N: This is CaptainSentry and we are back with something completely different. A new story! (YAY!) It's my take on what the Korean War would've been like so I'll take this opportunity to explain a few things first, the rest can be up to your own mind to decide. Kosun is what I guess to be the Strike Witches name for Korea, I don't know, it made sense at the time but let me know what you think.
The Fuso Army and Navy have been divided up into three separate branches. The FGSDF (Fuso Ground Self Defense Force), FMSDF (Fuso Maritime Self Defense Force), FASDF (Fuso Air Self Defense Force). With the advancing times, Fuso's weapons were slowly becoming inadequate for their task. In response, Fuso asked the United States of Liberion to supply them with weapons so that is why you see M2's and M1 Garand's on the backs of Fuso Soldiers. The Maritime unit still maintain their ships from the IFN but the ships will be modernized to cater to the advancing technology. Heavily based around the JSDF with some elements of the past still remaining. But you might be wondering, why has the military been restructured. Good question, glad you asked. The members of Parliament began to think about the functions of the Imperial Army and Navy. With the emergence of new hives in mainland Asia, the Parliamentary leaders saw fit to revamp the military as well as modernize, combining the Imperial Army Aviation and Navy Aviation into one body, forming the Air-Self Defense Force. With this new structure, they redesignated themselves as the Self-Defense Forces as to protect the homeland from Neuroi incursion.
More character bios will be coming soon as more characters will be introduced and another thing. I need to come up with a title, heh that's always the hard part, but I hope you guys enjoyed this and if you did please, leave a review and critique because it's always appreciated!
