Full Metal Panic: Overwatch
By: Ominae
Rating: T
NOTE:
All characters of the Full Metal Panic! series are under the copyright of Shouji Gatou/Koichi Chigira/Yasuhiro Takemoto, GONZO Studios, Kyoto Animation Studios and Kadokowa Shoten. All other characters are under the copyright of their respective owners. I only own one unnamed character, who will be revealed later on.
To all readers:
- A few years ago, I did an FMP story called Covert Mission. I had to remove it due to plot problems. But otherwise, everything should be okay and fixed now. Hope that this comeback FMP AU story will be worth the wait. I'll try to blend this fanfic with a bit of Tom Clancy-esque action and drama written all over this story... I promise a lot of gunfights and Arm Slave combat in the next subsequent chapters.
Sorry if I did this late. School's keeping me busy, but I'll try and see if I can finish this by the end of the year. Also, I deleted the first one by mistake. By far, this is the better version that the one I planned. Boy, do I just hate it when you're nearly done and then, you delete it by mistake. I've also been playing Persona 3 and Gundam Musou lately too, so blame it on my video gaming past time for that. Heh. However, I'll try and update this story as much as I can.
Summary:
The events of FMP began when efforts were being done to free Japanese nationals from a hijacked Boeing 747 airplane in North Korean soil with inside assistance from two of its passengers. Who are they and how will they get to be involved? A novelization of Full Metal Panic.
Chapter 1: Reunion
Bridge, Tuatha De Danaan-1, somewhere in the Yellow Sea
"Captain!"
Teletha "Tessa" Testarossa, 17-year old MITHRIL officer with the rank of Captain and Whispered, was being called by her subordinate, Lieutenant Commander Andrei Kalinin, by her side after he had concluded a meeting with Special and Primary Response Team members over the hijacking of Japan Airlines 903 by Gauron and his North Korean allies.
"Yes? What is it?"
Kalinin handed her a faxed paper from the communication officer's workstation before standing beside her command chair. "I just got these orders in after the briefing. Apparently from Admiral Borda."
"What does he want?" Tessa browsed over, reading the orders line by line.
"Apparently, HQ was able to uncover the alias used by Gauron alongside some North Korean State Security Department agents and special forces commandos from the Korean People's Army Ground Forces used prior to the hijacking. However, that's not the reason that orders had came in urgently."
"Oh?" Tessa was eager to hear what else he had to say, given the situation.
"The Admiral had also said that two SRT operatives had been mingling with the hostages in the course of the hijacking. We can assume that they're out of danger."
"Really?" Tessa had felt that luck was on their side. Kalinin nodded in reply.
"Yes, captain. All the information I got is that one of them is from the same class as Ms. Chidori. The other happened to be accommodated at the last minute due to a conflict in flight schedule and had to be in Flight 903. Probably the same ruse was also used by Gauron too."
"Is there any information about the other SRT operative, Lieutenant Commander?"
"Little information has been handed out." Kalinin said after shaking his head. "But we do know is that these two had served in the Indian Ocean Fleet prior to the current situation."
Tessa played with her braid and sighed about the information that she was told about. Oh dear. We have two SRT operators who could turn the tables around, but I don't have enough information to make a judgement call...
"Regardless of this, Captain. I suggest that we get in touch with them at once and communicate with them secretly. It's our only way to help turn the situation around to our advantage. Besides, we've already got the necessary data needed to contact them."
Tessa was a bit hesitant for a while in considering Kalinin's suggestion. "Sounds fair, but who do we communicate with?"
"I suggest we start with the student mingling in Ms. Chidori's class aside from Sergeant Sagara..."
Cargo Section, Lockheed Martin C-130E Hercules, somewhere over North Korean airspace
Inside the cargo section of a United States Air Force C-130E transport aircraft, several figures were in their seats since the C-130E was flying with various small arms at the ready. The aircraft had been covertly flying in North Korean airspace after taking off from the Yongsan Army Garrison in Seoul via Yokota Air Base in Fussa, Tokyo. So far, the C-130E had been flying low in order to avoid being detected by radar installations manned by the KPA. A single mistake in altitude difference could mean life and death for the C-130E's occupants, both crew and passengers alike.
"You alright, Liquid?" A man with a semi-dark complexion in his early 30s sat next to a blonde man wearing a brown trench coat, brown BDU trousers and Altama Jungle Boots.
"No, not really Octopus." Liquid sighed and massaged his temples. He wondered why Octopus would go on an operation with nothing but a brown trench coat covering his dress shirt and tie with black trousers and black dress shoes to boot, even though he insisted to Octopus that he shouldn't wear business clothing for a covert military operation. "Just wondering if you'll be alright wearing that. I mean, we are conducting a rescue operation with them along. The Pentagon had probably done this to score popularity points."
"Don't bother with that." A man seated next to Octopus was wearing a black sneaking suit that had its collars upright, nearly covering his mouth. "Besides, it's the man's decision if he wants too or not."
"One of these days..." muttered Liquid. "Just one of these days..."
"Are you trying to influence him, Viper?" asked Octopus. Viper simply shrugged his shoulders.
Next to Viper, two women wearing white coats with All-purpose Lightweight Individual Carrying Equipment (ALICE) web gear and pouches, gray trousers and Altama Jungle Boots were busy chatting with each other, not minding the earlier conversation that Liquid was having with Octopus and Viper.
"Are you ready for this battle, Wolf?" The woman with blonde hair asked her companion, who had short brown hair. She had a Heckler and Koch PSG-1 sniper rifle at her lap.
"I am ready for this, Sophie N'dram." Wolf answered Sophie's reply. "And you?"
Sophie had expected that she would probably be asked the same question. She grinned at Wolf, who threw her own question back at her. "Of course. After all, we are FOXHOUND operatives..."
"How interesting." A red-headed man with two adult-sized marionettes wearing kimonos were seated next to Sophie. He then faced Sophie and Wolf and gave a smile. "I never expected that I'd be fighting alongside two of FOXHOUND's loveliest again."
"Quit being sarcastic, Owl." Wolf's tone seemed to have a non-friendly appearance for Owl.
"Ow..." Owl pretended to feel hurt by Wolf's words. "You're hurting my feelings, Wolf."
"You want your feelings to get hurt for real?" Sophie growled at Owl, cracking her knuckles in front of him. This time, Owl decided to shut up and save his energy for the operation.
Next to Owl, a man wearing an Shalon Chemicals Model No. 4 gas mask and a black skin-tight suit and a 57-year old man with a bandolier of .45 Colt bullets strapped over his gray suit and a brown trench coat and cowboy boots with spurs.
"Don't mind them, Mantis." The mustached man chuckled, exposing the chamber of one of his Colt Single Action Army revolvers before loading them with single .45 Colt bullets. "Probably just want to get this operation over with, just like those guys at the other side." He then cocked the revolver's hammer after loading the said weapon. "Besides, I'm wondering what the brass in the Pentagon were thinking."
"I feel the same way about the operation, Ocelot." Mantis replied, his voice being a bit odd from wearing the gas mask, even though he had a voice emitter diaphragm in place. "Besides, I sense tension from within them." The masked psychic silently watched Ocelot load up his second SAA revolver before he cocked its hammer after staring at the armed personnel wearing American Woodland BDUs.
"I don't know if this was a good idea." A Caucasian man with a small mustache was speaking with a Spanish accent, fiddling around with his boonie hat.
"Something wrong, Santiago?" Santiago turned his head to his right and saw that an Asian-looking man with a small mustache similar to his was speaking to him, standing nearby.
"Don't worry about me, Kan." Santiago shook his head. "Probably fatigue ever since we left Yongsan a few hours ago..."
"Personally," Another Caucasian stood next to Kan. "I just can't wait to get into action. It's been a while since our little stint back in Washington, D.C. after we got rid of some tangos that held up the U.S. Capitol."
"I would agree with you there, Roger." Kan sighed, rubbing his left temple.
"I'm not quite sure about this." Seated on Santiago's left, a 30-year old man spoke to his colleagues with some doubt in his tone. "I mean, why do we have to do this joint mission with FOXHOUND? We could have done this ourselves under a RAINBOW operation or just them doing it instead of us."
"It's a political kind of thing, if you think about it very carefully. It's just typical of them Americans, Jamal..."
The men now had their attention focused to an African-looking man, who had crossed his arms on his chest with a Colt M4A1 carbine slinged on his left shoulder.
"What do you mean, Kevin?"
"It should be a bit obvious." stated Kevin, making his British tone obvious to the FOXHOUND members. "Since we're still under a Cold War with the Soviet Union and her allies, the Americans are doing the same to her allies."
"You mean to take in as many allies as possible?" Kan questioned Kevin, who nodded at him in reply.
"Should we worry about that in a matter like this?" A 28-year old woman sighed, apparently a sign that showed that she had been listening on the conversation that her male RAINBOW counterpart we're talking about.
"And your point is, Ayana?" Roger spoke to the lone woman in the RAINBOW team sent in for the North Korean operation.
"I know that you all feel that we're just a proxy for the West and the East." Ayana stated her opinion. "Just like those FOXHOUND guys that we're going to work with. And yet we still do the job since situations like the one happening in North Korea depends on our success to rescue them since we're going to be infiltrating in a country where it had been politically and economically isolated from almost half the world since 1953."
"Oui. She is right on this."
Two people in American Woodland BDUs were seen walking towards Santiago and the rest of the RAINBOW team members from the C-130E's cockpit.
"We have to get ready at once." said one of the two men who had left the cockpit in a French accent. "The loadmaster has informed us that we'll be nearing our target in a few minutes from now."
"Louis is right." Another Asian-looking man next to Louis began to speak to the rest of the RAINBOW operatives. "We're going to go first and do a HALO landing on the target area."
"Come on, Lee." Roger sighed. "Us?" He then pointed to the FOXHOUND members seated adjacent to them. "What about them?"
"They have a different target area." Lee replied. "But they'll be nearby. Only a few clicks in difference."
"We're nearing the target area!" The C-130E's loadmaster yelled after exiting the cockpit. "You've got 4 minutes to prepare yourselves after we cruise at 30,000 feet!"
"Right..." Roger sighed, making sure that his Colt M4A1 rifle was slinged on his person. "We better get our HALO gear ready."
Economy Class, Japan Airlines Boeing 747-400, Runway, Sunan Air Base, North Korea
The situation inside the aircraft had turned from bad to worse.
Apparently, most of the students inside were now worried about their situation after Gauron had threatened Ms. Kagurazaka with a Sig Sauer P226 aimed at her face. Now that she had fainted, the school nurse Kozue Nishino had been busy ensuring the English teacher's health with the students and the flight attendants either panicking in their seats or simply wondering if they would be rescued from North Korean soil.
Darnit! One of the students who had seat with Sousuke's stared from the plane's cabin window, seeing that various North Korean soldiers, armored vehicles, tanks and Arm Slaves had their weapons aimed at the Boeing 747. The situation's still the same thing from outside...
When he peered around the area, he saw that most of the students were talking to one another. Some were even crying due to their situation with the flight attendants consoling or simply talking to the students to pass the time. A handful of them were at hand to help Ms. Nishino make sure Ms. Kagurazaka's health is all right. I just can't stand here and see people like this! I have to do something. He could only clench his fists together until he heard something vibrate from his pants pocket.
My cellphone! Having turned on his cellphone after landing in Sunan Air Base, the student was stunned to see that there was an SMS message sent to his phone. That's right. I usually turn it on when we've landed at an airport. I'm not suppose to get a signal though. I'll have to thank Research for creating a World SIM Card. Wanting to know what it was, he opened the SMS message on his phone's inbox and read its contents.
To URUZ 13:
If you have this message, please proceed to the plane's cargo hold and contact TDD-1 immediately for sitrep contact with Perth-1 and Ansuz at once.
Guess this means it's time for me to get into action! Fixing his glasses, the student stood up from his seat and without anyone noticing him, he began a short jog towards the rear of the airplane without anyone stopping him.
"Hey, Shiori!" A female student with long brown hair addressed her classmate and friend. "Did you see where Shinji went to?"
"No, Maya." Shiori huffed. "He's probably going to see those military vehicles from the rear. That darn otaku." said the blonde student while receiving a wet towel from Ms. Nishino to place on Ms. Kagurazaka's forehead while lying down on the triple economy class seats. "Why can't he be more useful just this once since we're in a crisis."
"She seems to be waking up." Ms. Nishino motioned a female and male student to her. "Shintaro, Junko. Head back and ask a flight attendant for some water please. Ms. Kagurazaka's about to wake up." With the two students nodding at her in reply, they went to the nearest flight attendant that they can find.
"Well," A brown-haired student with glasses kneeling next to Shiori spoke to Maya while tending to Ms. Kagurazaka. "That doesn't change the fact that we're political hostages in North Korean soil."
"You're right, Yusuke." Maya replied.
"If no one's gonna come and save us," Another student next to Yusuke with a ponytail began to comment on their condition. "We're going to be in much bigger trouble."
"I agree, Kaneda."
For once, Maya was silent as her friends were right. Their situation right now seems hopeless.
Unless someone would know of their situation and rescue them, they would be doomed to be held prisoner in North Korea for a long time.
Somewhere in the rear portion of the Boeing 747-400's economy class, a young 16-year old teen was seated in the rear almost alone with a few students from Jindai High's Class 2-4. He was not a student himself as he wore civilian clothes instead of their school uniform.
This is just great! Why do I have to take my emergency accommodations on a plane full of students when I could have just asked the higher ups in Research and Dr. Painrose for a private plane. Rubbing his temples, he collected his thoughts and remembered seeing black-suited men were being accompanied by a man who had untidy hair while wearing a dark blue suit.
Say, isn't that Gauron? One of the terrorists wanted for the bombings back in the Philippine Stock Exchange in the 1990s. The boy raised an eyebrow after seeing him threaten Ms. Kagurazaka a few minutes ago. What's he doing here and why'd he take that blue-haired student away? If I'm right, he was...
The teen suddenly placed his left hand to gently rub his left temple, feeling extreme pain on his head.
Ack! What's this? I feel that she's calling for help. I can hear her resisting her captors. Guess that's the bad part for being a Whispered...
With the right pants pocket vibrating, the teen reached out to grab his Nokia 8210 cellphone that he had turned on after landing in Sunan Air Base and opened the SMS message to read its contents.
It's showtime!
Silently standing up from his seat, the teen went to the rear of the plane without anyone seeing or stopping him as he proceeded to unlock a floor hatch secretly before entering the cargo hold from the cabin.
Cargo Hold, Japan Airlines Boeing 747-400, Runway, Sunan Air Base, North Korea
Landing silently on the cargo hold's metallic floor before closing the floor hatch, the teen noted a light source near the middle of the cargo hold. He began to move closer and closer without alerting the other person of his presence.
"It's only a Jindai High student. What's he doing here?" whispered the teen. Seeing that the student was busy attending to his needs, he knelt on the floor and crept closer and closer without making a sound until he was inch near him.
"Don't move." Using his left thumb and index finger to poke at the student's back, he made the student raise his hands in the air. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"The same question I'd like to ask you."
Seeing that the student was about to execute a backfist attack, the teen used his right arm to block it before shoving him backward by pushing his stomach with his left hand. The student used his flashlight to shine its light on his face to distract him when he noted the teen's facial features.
"Ro-Ronald..." stuttered the student, who had been able to identify the intruder in the cargo hold besides him.
"It's you Shinji." The teen was shocked to see who the other intruder was . "I haven't seen you since I was transferred to the Mediterranean Sea Fleet a year ago back in 2000."
"Or better yet." Shinji responded, fixing his glasses. "It's been a while that we've been together since One Eyed Uncle took us in Outer Heaven and Zanzibar Land."
"Let's save the memories for later." Ronald began to search the cargo hold for his luggage. "What were you searching for?"
"Just my luggage to see if I can use anything out of this situation." Shinji went back to rummage through the cargo hold to search for his luggage. "Need to see if I have a sat phone or something to contact the TDD-1."
"At least I got these..." Pulling out a red luggage from a section of the cargo hold, Ronald unlocked it and lifted a false panel for him to retrieve two black-colored sneaking suits. "Voila! The recent pride of Dr. Painrose himself."
"What are they?" Shinji stared at the suits.
"The brilliant scientist recently did a suit made from a newly discovered metal called Orihalcon with my input on it too when I helped him create it." Ronald replied. "Apparently, this can keep you alive from bullets, mêlée weapons, explosions and all the like. Problem is, Orihalcon-made weapons can penetrate the suit."
"Uhhh..." All that Shinji could do was stare in amazement about Ronald's words regarding the suit. If I remember right, One Eyed Uncle found out that he was "quite intelligent" in Zanzibar Land in '98. Though I heard a rumor that he showed off his talent back before I met him.
"Don't worry about it." Ronald shook his right hand in front of him, assuring his comrade. "It's fine. MITHRIL's the only one to discover the metal. But the problem is that the mad doctor didn't have time to test it and asked me to bring it to Okinawa since I'm temporarily with Research 'till I can get the approval to move to the West Pacific Fleet from one of our Research building fronts in Naha. Besides, he wants to test its use as a combat and Arm Slave pilot suit."
"So this means we're the doc's guinea pigs?" Shinji asked.
"Yep."
"I was afraid of this scenario."
Moments later, the two teens wore the Orihalcon-made suits over their civilian clothes. So far, the two didn't have any problems on it once they wore it.
"How's it?" Ronald asked, having zipped the suit until it was near the collar.
"It's fine. No issues." Shinji said. "But why did you zip it to the collar area?"
"According to the doc's notes, doing that will allow the suit to activate its artificial muscles. Though it's meant for piloting Arm Slaves, it's said that it can be used for combat too. Wasn't tested anyway."
"Fine." Shinji huffed. "Listen, I've managed to get a satphone from my luggage. Don't know why I lug it in there since I'm about to be transferred to West Pacific like you." He then showed an Iridium Motorola 9505a satphone to Ronald.
"Great work." Ronald smirked. "But before we leave the craft, aren't you going to take off your glasses and wear a balaclava."
"No problem." Shinji shrugged his shoulders. "I was getting bored with these show glasses anyway."
Runway, Sunan Air Base, North Korea
"All clear."
Shinji peeked out of the hatch of the front landing gear wheel to see a BTR-60 APC and a UAZ-469 jeep pass by the Boeing 747-400. Once he noted that the North Korean soldiers, vehicles and Arm Slaves were not aware of his presence, Shinji was the first to climb down the front landing gear wheel. Ronald followed suit when Shinji waved to him that it was safe to go down.
Shinji kept guard until Ronald climbed down the front landing gear wheel from the cargo hold. Together, the two went off to an empty hangar in order to make contact with TDD-1, waiting in the waters of the Yellow Sea.
Hangar, Sunan Air Base, North Korea
Opening the hangar gate's door built on it, Shinji and Ronald entered a hangar that housed several Soviet Rk-92 Savage Arm Slaves, its metallic arms placed down on the floor with their knees a bit bent that gave them the appearance of a frog waiting to jump to a lily, which it is in actuality since the Savage resembles a frog.
"Good thing the North Koreans have a sense to make a door on the hangar gate." Shinji whispered, closing the door silently after he and Ronald got in.
"Looks like we found out how Sagara got his troubles after sneaking out of the 747-400." Ronald panted, having to drag the unconscious body of a North Korean State Security Department agent tied up with wires from a broken satellite phone manpack with a gag tied around his mouth.
Shinji nodded. "Better close the door." He then whipped out his satphone from the suit's pants pocket. "I'll try and get in touch with TDD-1."
"Can the satphone readily establish contact with them?" Mark asked, stuffing the SSD agent's body into an empty barrel before he closed it. "Man, is he heavy." Without the artificial muscles activated, I'd be sore tomorrow.
"Yeah. The phone's already fixed for ready contact." Shinji replied before dialing the satphone and speaking to its mouthpiece. "Uruz 13 to TDD-1..."
Bridge, Tuatha De Danaan-1, somewhere in the Yellow Sea
"Uruz 13 to TDD-1, can you hear me? Over." Shinji's clear and crisp voice came through the communication officer's workstation.
"This is Perth 1." Kalinin replied to the transmission. Tessa was next to him, listening in. "Are you alone?"
"No sir. Uruz 11 also happens to be with me."
"Acknowledged." Kalinin turned to his side to see Tessa was already nearby. "Please identify yourselves as Ansuz is also present. Over."
"This is Corporal Shinji Kazama with Staff Sergeant Ronald Chua reporting in, Ansuz." Tessa smiled a bit, feeling her heart leap a bit when she heard the latter's name. It is him. I haven't heard from him since he left the officer training corp. a year ago.
"Thank you, Corporal Kazama." Tessa said.
Kalinin then spoke to Shinji next. "Corporal Kazama, Sergeant Sagara has informed me about the situation down there. Can you tell us more?"
"Yes sir. Well, it seems like more North Korean soldiers and armored vehicles were sent in to beef up base security from what I've seen so far."
"Regulars?"
"Not sure. But from initial assessment, it seems like North Korean special forces are being sent in. Nothing much to report, sir."
"I understand." Kalinin sighed. "Get Sergeant Chua on the line." Moments later on the other line, Ronald's voice was heard from the comm station.
"Staff Sergeant Chua reporting, sir."
"It's good to hear from you. Sergeant Chua." Tessa greeted.
"Ca-captain..." Ronald was a bit shocked when he heard who it was on the other line.
"Sergeant Chua." Kalinin spoke to the sergeant. "Aside from what Corporal Kazama and Sergeant Sagara have reported in, is there anything else you'd like to add?"
"With all respect, sir. It seems that I've spotted Gauron from the passengers of the hijacked plane."
"Sergeant Sagara has already told us about that."
"Will the SRT mount a rescue?"
"Yes. However due to orders received from Admiral Borda, we were ordered to activate you two on a short notice."
"I see." Ronald sighed. "Excellent strategy. I think we can help Uruz 7 by doing a few things with the base."
Tessa questioned Ronald's intentions. "You mean sabotage?"
"That's right. Corporal Kazama and I can make short work of the air base's armory, barracks, control tower and possibly the vehicle and Arm Slave hangars before the M9s can be sent in to cover the rescue."
Kalinin pondered on the idea for a moment before he replied, "Good idea, Sergeant. That way, our forces will be able to eliminate the hostiles and secure a safe zone for the hostages and our transport planes."
"Then do we have approval to begin sabotage in Sunan Air Base, sir?"
"Of course." Kalinin nodded in reply. "Begin Operation Entebbe at once!"
"Understood, sir!"
"Contact TDD-1 again when you have the situation under control. Over and out."
The connection then ended. Kalinin and Tessa pondered on what would happen next.
"So Lieutenant Commander," Tessa asked Kalinin. "do you think they can help Sergeant Sagara?"
Kalinin nodded. "I'm sure of it. I've seen them in their training back at the Belize camp a year ago." He then faced his superior. "I have the utmost confidence in them. I'm sure they can do it."
Tessa nodded as well. "I surely hope so. I surely hope so."
Chapter 1 END
PS - Hope this chapter rocked! Also, I apologize for Psycho Mantis' gas mask. Can't seem to find the proper one. Thought the Israeli one is the closest. Anything wrong or want something to clarify, let me know ASAP so's I can fix the chapter.
To Rainbow 6 players and fans alike, you may spot a South Korean RAIBNOW operator aside from the Rainbow Six: Vegas game. You'll see someone who's name is Lee. His full name is Lee Won-Ho, a South Korean member of RAINBOW only found in Rainbow Six: Take-Down - Missions in Korea. He has high leadership and assault skills, he's a sort of Chavez-like figure in the Korea-only game and an ex-707 member. And I'm mixing up a bit of the R6 novel and game in terms of team structure and all that. So don't be surprised for the meantime if you see 8 RAINBOW operators assembled in a team since I'm using the novel team size (Well, I didn't put 10 of them. Too much for me to do...), but I'll use the game version too if I have the chance to.
Taku! Been a while since I wrote again. With university life going to keep me busy, I may be slower than the usual when I was back in community college. Just when I want to write a Gundam UC (0079 references with 0083 and Zeta to ZZ)/Gundam SEED/some crossover idea fic set in the GSEED universe, but with Gundam UC stuff with characters and groups from other series. Ergh! Better finish this one fast...
One more thing. I'll name the chapters after popular culture stuff and all. If anyone knows where I got the name for one chapter, let me know. I'm not sure what you get for a prize. Probably karma points for me. It's based from a particular Gundam UC series.
Read and don't forget to review. Let me know if you like it or if its fine. Even if you dropped by to read it, let me know in the reviews too. I don't mind.