This is my first Eureka Seven Fanfic and I hope that people like it. Okay, this is a parallel story to Eureka Seven and there will be some jumping back and forth between times in the story. (Being near the time that Eureka Seven actually takes place and a few months prior to that.)

The Basic Synopsis:

The Hiradechi is a ship employed by the Federation as a mercenary group after the Gekko State's (1st SOF Sqaudron) rebellion from the United Federation Special Forces under Lieutenant-Colonel Dewey Novak. For Two years they took the place of the 1st SOF (Special Operations Force), but as the climate of the government and Federation as a whole began to change, what's to become of these mercenaries?

Without a further-a-do, I present to you, Wave Chronicles: The Untold Stories

Prologue (Life of the Hiradechi)

Night had fallen, though one could never tell in this hell hole, Day and night seemed to be one and the same, the times just didn't exist for us anymore. The only things we could see of the sky, were our nostalgic memories of the Azure sky.

We were captured and detained in this dark place, devoid of light; one could go insane. Many have, their screams echoing in the still, silent air. The rattling of their shackles and finally, the silence that followed. This was indeed a hell hole. A place so foul in nature, men would lose their natures.

The only thing that keeps us alive, is our our memories and our own hopes to one day get out of this prison.

(This break in the middle of the story shows a "time flop", as I call it. IN short, this is a memory)
The particle flows were fairly good this day, and the clouds flowed by the surface of the Hiradechi as it skimmed through the sky. It being a marvelous Azure color with white clouds here and there.

The Hiradechi, being a standard atmospheric transport vehicle. Using the particle flows as its main drive source, and being streamlined with secondary assist engines. Something used mainly for Ballistic flight. But, that's rarely ever the case.

The existence of those on the Hiradechi, my comrades, is generally peaceful. The world doesn't often call on us, so we enjoy the time.

Because of our expertise on missions, the bulk of us will practice a sport that uses the same particle flows that the Hiradechi uses to travel. The sport is common place on this planet on which we live, we simply call it Reffing.

I was sitting on the couch in the Galley area, polishing up my Ref board, when my superior officer walked. Captain Thompson, leader and head officer of our unit aboard the Hiradechi. His full name was Captain Hiro "Thunder" Thompson. The "Thunder" part goes way back to my first mission with him. Though, none of us saw him in combat; the people we captured spoke of a death that sounded and moved like thunder, And so the name stuck to him. The man stands 6'2", but slouches a lot when nothing formal is happening. He is of average build with a lightly toned gray-brown hair.

"Hey, Trap!" He called, looking at me.

My nickname was Trap, short for the general term for the particle flows around the planet, known as Trapars. Why I had been named this, had more to do with my abilities with a Ref board than anything else. I was considered the best Ref-er on board and that reflected in my handling of the KLFs.

"Yes, Captain?" I responded in partial excitement and melancholy.

"We got another mission. Ready your unit for combat. Once you've done that, meet me in the briefing room." He ordered and walked out the door and down the hall.

Overall, that's the story of those on board the Hiradechi. Either we're on a mission or on vacation, even if we can't leave the ship; working for the Federation sucks in that manner. But, at least the captain's nice and allows us to leave with shore leave passes.

I got up and walked casually down the corridor, stopping by my box of a room, before heading down to the hangar to start pre-operation checks, repairs, and resupply on my KLF. Everything seemed to look the same on the inside of the Hiradechi. With the exception of the offbeat wanted poster issued by Capital Hill and the Council of Sages, in other words, another order from Headquarters to kill someone, They were usually about Government Protestors, Terrorists, Vodareks, but were usually taken down within a few week. The only one that stayed, with the exception of Norbu of the Vodarek's poster, was the collective warrant poster for the rogue militant group, The Gekko State.

Not too bad I hope, but then again...it's the prologue, they aren't always the best things in the book/story.

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