Galaxy Angel: Reloaded
Chapter 1- Entry
Disclaimer- Galaxy Angel belongs to Brocolli, which is not me. Also, Star Wars is copyrighted by Lucasfilm Ltd. (credit for the Star Wars reference)
Author's Note- This fanfiction is based on the Galaxy Angel anime. It has nothing to do with the Galaxy Angel Manga. I have no idea if its at all similar to Galaxy Angel Z or Galaxy Angel A.
"This is Lieutenant Mint Blancmanche. Who is this?"
"The babysitters."
The Angels were told by Volcott that somebody would be sent to watch them while he was away. They had no idea who these guys were, especially with that unfitting introduction.
The man who introduced them was of a strange type. He had clean, brown hair, brushed to one side. He wore spectacles, and a long, dark coat with red lining. His eyes shone green, and most strangely, the environment around him seemed to be the interior of an Emblem Frame.
"Shut up, Joe." someone said as his face appeared on the communicator. "This is Lord Tim Mazzola of the Planet Asgard. I am the leader of the Valhallan Mercenary Team. Colonel Volcott Huey called us and requested our assistance. He said you were in need of a replacement commander. We are just that."
This face was much different. It was a tall, muscular face. His hair parted in the middle, and went far down his back. He was dressed like a priest: a collar, cassock and surplice. He wore a crucifix around his neck. Like the other, he also was in an environment comparable to that of an Emblem Frame.
Another face appeared on the communicator. A small, chubby face. It had slanted eyes, black, curly hair, and ears similar to Mint's... but much larger. His face also featured a dog-like nose. And like the others, he was riding an Emblem Frame. "We'll be over there in a minute. Just open up the dock!" he said.
"We better do what they say." Forte suggested. "The Valhallan Mercenary team is the most famous team of Mercenaries in the Galaxy. I suppose they'd be reliable. It's no wonder Colonel Volcott would hire them."
"Alright!" said Mint, "Just give us a sec."
"Cancel That." Tim said, "There something wrong here."
They looked out into space, and saw a great fleet headed in thier direction. All of them screamed and ducked for cover... but it was no fright for Team Valhalla.
"Kirip-san... get a reading." Tim said to the guy with the big ears.
"Understood..." Kirip-san started as he tried to focus, "I... I sense that the pilots of those ships mean us harm but... that... makes no sense."
"What are you talking about?" asked Joe, and Kirip-san replied, "These things are hostile but... why?"
"There's no time to worry about that! If they're hostile, we're gonna fry 'em!" Tim said as the giant fleet began firing upon them.
The three Emblem Frames flew straight into the Fleet without worry as Tim yelled, "Kirip-san, go hide near the station. Aviation Plan Purple. Joe, charge up with me. Aviation Plan Red. Good luck, guys."
Kirip-san flew down to the Angel's space station, as something strange happened to his Emblem Frame. It completely disappeared... nowhere to be seen.
Tim and Joe flew thier Emblem Frames straight into the fleet, lasers blazing.
Both of the Emblem Frames were amazing. Joe's Emblem Frame was in the shape of somewhat of a bird. A small body for the cockpit, and two giant wings flew out on each side, each with six cannons. The body branched off on top, and with two branches on the bottom, somewhat like a tail and talons. Tim's Emblem Frame was of a strange design, somewhat like a hammer. The Cockpit's body was a sleek, smooth shaft with a small window for the cockpit. It had two edges, looking almost like claws. The "blunt edges" of the hammer shape were seperated into two half-moon-like shapes, leaving space for small wings protruding from the sides of the main body of the frame, between the two half circles. The circles seemed to end in points on thier x-axes, making the front and back of the Emblem Frame have sharp piercing edges. If you still can't picture it, think of the Droid Starfighters from Star Wars. The back of the Emblem Frame looked just like the front, except it was much smaller on the y-axis, and much longer on the x-axis, acting as the hammer's hilt, and it was mirrored. The piercing edges of the sides came protruded on the back of the hammer's hilt, so as not to pierce into the main body of the Emblem Frame. Also, on the main body, behind the cockpit, there was a giant golden dome that looked like a crown because it was sorrounded with spikes, which sort of looked like an insignia or something on the side of the hammer, but inside this dome was a strange cannon, which strangely did not fire alongside the two laser cannons that protruded from the small wings on the side. It lay dormant.
The Emblem Frames twirled into action, blasting anything that was in thier way. The Angels were very impressed with what they were witnessing. The Valhallans would fire so accurately that every shot would destroy an enemy craft, and they flew so quickly and maneuvered so well that not a single blast hit them.
"Those ships aren't recorded anywhere..." Mint started, "I think... if they aren't listed... could they be?" Mint was interrupted by Forte who said, "I'm gonna go help them out. I want to get a closer look at these wierd... things."
Forte jumped into Happy Trigger and flew out.
"Tim, somebody just left the station!" Joe yelled.
"This is Forte Stollen of the Angel Brigade." she introduced herself. The Valhallans correctly assumed she was there to help, and Tim said, "Thank you, Lieutenant Stollen. I was wondering when we'd be saved by a guardian angel." and Forte replied, "We didn't think you'd need it."
Forte almost looked pathetic next to these experts. Every time somebody was about to nail her, a Valhallan swiftly came by and blasted the enemy ship to bits. But, the Valhallans were impressed by Happy Trigger's artillery. "Look at all those missiles!" Tim yelled in amazement. Joe chuckled and said, "Should we show her Muspell and Jotunhiem?" Tim nodded over the communicator, and Joe chuckled. The talons of his Emblem Frame opened and fired about 6 missiles each. 6 trailed with fire, and the other 6 with a sort of steam. They all locked on to different enemy targets, 6 exploded with great flames, and six shattered the enemies with the coldest of ice.
By this point, there weren't many left. These strange hostiles began with about 80 ships... now they only had about 3. "Stragglers... Damnit. The last few little bastards are always the toughest to catch." Joe moaned. Forte gasped and said, "You guys have been in scraps this big before?"
To that, Tim cackled, and said, "You really don't know who we are, do you?"
Suddenly, a huge beam of light flew past them, and blew into an enemy ship. With all the ships in a group, they were all taken out. It was Kirip-san's Emblem Frame.
"Thank God for that cloaking device." Tim chuckled.
"A cloaking device!" Forte screamed in amazement.
"Niflhiem is a world of shadows." Kirip-san chuckled, in reference to his well-named Emblem Frame. Tim laughed and said, "Don't make fun of the girl, Kirip-san. That is the only Emblem Frame with that kind of ability." Kirip-san shrugged and turned off his communicator.
"Alright, boys. Let's head to the station. Maybe we can find out a bit more about what those things were." Forte suggested.
Happy Trigger escorted Team Valhalla to the station's docks.