Hello! Long time no see guys. As many of you know, I have been in basic training for the past ten weeks, becoming a soldier. I have learned much and am ready to move forward to the next stage of my life. In this case, it's AIT at the US Army School of Military Inteligence in Ft. Huachuca, AZ. Yeaah... I'm a Secret Squirrel... HOO-AHH! Anyways, I decided to kick things off with a new crossover. Now, I know most of you will not recognize Battle Angel Alita: The Last Order, but that's why I decided to not require a large knowledge of the OVA or Manga. This is more of a story for all RWBY, Whovians, and Battle Angel fans to enjoy. Yes, I am planning on introducing the Doctor eventually, but it will be more for the novelty of the story. Note, Alita still has her Imaginos body here, and the story for her isn't exactly cannon. Like I said, it's a story for everyone to enjoy.
Chapter 1: Now Departing
"Thank you for your business, please come again!" Alita smiled as a family left her shop, chatting excitingly about their recently repaired house droid. After they were out of sight though, he smile fled from Alita's face, replaced with a tired, blank stare. She slowly made her way to the door and flipped the open sign to closed. The shop was closing up early today. As the cyborg began cleaning up, her thoughts began drifting to the past. Gods above, how she missed the old days. The fights, the adventures... After the tournament,the little group she was in disbanded and went their separate ways. Some went on to become veritable legends, hero's of sorts. Others vanished or were reported dead... Alita returned to Mars, reopening Ido's old shop. It must have been strange, having the Angel of Death running a low end repair shop in the slums of the Red Planet, but Alita sort of enjoyed the peace and quiet at first. Then came a strange, unfamiliar feeling. It would sneak up on her during the oddest times, making her feel like she wanted to physically rip out her own heart and dash it upon the ground if only to make it stop.
The teenaged warrior blinked away her daze as she realized she had been wiping the same spot on the counter for the last ten minutes. She frowned angrily and slammed a fist into the plywood surface, muttering to herself, God damn it, Alita. You're supposed to be the kickass warrior who uses Panzer Kunst, not some teenage girl with too many freaking emotions. Get a hold of yourself!" She jumped in surprise as a loud crash went off nearby. A quick glance revealed that she had knocked an old picture off the counter. She cursed softly, and knelt down to pick it up. The image was taken the day she had remembered her name. Ido had been so excited that he nearly reopened a rather severe wound. Alita smiled fondly at the memory, only to stop as it hit her. It was loneliness. That's what was wrong with her. She missed her friends, the ones who stood by her side during those few years she was off planet. Her heart ached every time she thought Ido, the man who practically resurrected her from the grave and rebuilt her. She sighed, "I wish you were still here, Ido. I'm so lost..." Then she saw it. Poking out of the inside of the frame, barely visible against the black wood, was a tiny microdrive. Alita frowned and slid the tiny piece of circuitry out of the hidden slot, figuring that the impact with the floor must have jarred it loose. Now where did you come from, little guy? Her heart rate picked up as she inspected it, finding no identifying manufacturer's markings. That meant Ido had made this drive by hand. A custom drive? I know Ido had a hand in the creation of these things, but that wouldn't explain why he would keep one hidden away... Unless it had some top secret stuff on it!
Alita grinned, suddenly excited. She set the picture on the counter and raced off to find a computer compatible with the drive. She searched for hours, racing through the shop and floor above to scrutinize every electronic device in the building. But it was all in vain. By the time the dim sun had set on the martian surface, Alita was utterly exhausted, and she still hadn't found something to read the chip. She glared at the tiny black object in her hands, beyond frustrated. She knew Ido had secrets, but this was just a little ridiculous. How could this thing not work with a single computer or communications device in the building? It was a cybernetics repair shop for crying out loud and she had searched every nook and cranny! Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was one place where she hadn't been since Ido had died five years ago. His personal shop, where he kept all of his private projects. The cyborg thought it would be an insult to Ido's memory if she suddenly decided to go rummaging through his personal stuff. But now the urge to find the match to this microdrive was overpowering her sense of reverence. After a moment's consideration, she nodded and made a beeline for the private workshop, only to be stopped by a locked door.
Alita scowled, "Why, of all days to actually lock up after yourself, do you choose the day you die, Ido?"
She inspected the heavy metal door, searching for a way to bypass the electronic lock that didn't involve punching a hole into the metal. Of course, she couldn't find any, so she did what came naturally. Her fist lashed out, glowing with the power of the sun. The effect was almost as immediate as it was devastating. The blow detonated on the door with a resounding boom, causing the door to crumple like a tin can and fall inwards. Alita stepped around the destroyed entrance, clenching a smoking fist. What she saw made her give pause. Ido's private workshop was almost bare. The only object inside was a tall silver cylinder with a flattened surface facing her, almost like a door. She inspected the area carefully, searching for some sort of hologram projector trying to fool her eyes. Only there wasn't one. Confused, but unwilling to turn back, she approached the cylinder, reaching a single hand out and resting it on the side. What she found was another surprise. After five years, you would expect there to be some sort of dust buildup on the surface of the metal, but there was none. And it was warm too. Unnaturally so.
She stopped again at the strange doorlike surface and pressed against it, more than a little surprised when a set of double doors swung inwards. The two pieces of metal had been fit together so well, that she hadn't been able to see a crack between them. A warm breeze shifted her coat slightly, bringing her attention back to the inside of the cylinder. She glared at it suspiciously. A tiny thing like that shouldn't be able to produce an air current like that. Maybe a small, stale breeze, but nothing strong enough to actually displace her heavy trench coat. Cautiously, she pushed the doors completely opened, and felt her jaw drop. Moving as fast as she could without the aid of her plasma jets, as she began circling the outside of the cylinder, trying as hard as she could to refute what her eyes told her. The cylinder was bigger on the inside. Much bigger.
She burst into the cylinder, looking around wildly. What she was seeing was impossible, but somehow it was right in front of her. She was standing in circular room, roughly the size of the main workshop. Several silvery metal doors along the white walls hinted at more rooms and corridors, giving Alita a headache just thinking about it. The room itself was divided into two levels, the top one that she was on contained a central tower with a main console surrounding it. Wires spilled out of open panels and heavy burn marks scarred the area around it. The lower level seemed to be more of a storage and engineering deck if she had to guess by the tools scattered around and open compartments near the base of the central tower. She turned her attention back to the consol, concentrating on a yellowing slip of paper that had caught her eye. It was taped to a grey panel along with a gold, 21st century era key. She frowned and walked up to the panel, picking the note up carefully. She immediately recognized Ido's uneven, messy scrawl,smiling slightly. Then she saw what it said.
To my dearest Alita. If you are reading this, then I am long dead, and you have found the microdrive hidden in the picture frame. Depending on how long it took, I don't doubt that you've had your own adventures. I am so proud of what you have, or rather will, achieve. The structure you have walked into is actually a space ship. My space ship in fact. It comes from my home world of Gallifrey, a place long gone in time and space. You have only ever known me as a human, but nothing could be further from the truth. I am from a race called the Time Lords. We we were similar to the human race with a few biological discrepancies when put side by side. However, what really put us aside from other races was our technology. The ship you are standing in is called a Type-44 Capsule TARDIS, the acronym stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. It has been my lifeboat from the destruction and extinction of my planet for hundreds of years, even after I became stranded upon this planet several hundred years back. Now I fear I have reached my last Regeneration... 1500 years and twelve faces, all running from my own death. Until I found you. You helped me anchor myself in space and time. I was attempting to fix my TARDIS so that I could take you to see the stars, but fate seems to have had other ideas. The chip you have is the central processing unit for the TARDIS's main engines and navigation systems. Placing it inside the vacant space should reactivate the spatial travel functions for the TARDIS, allowing you to travel to literally any point in space. The temporal navigations will be a little trickier to repair, but if you meet any other Time Lords out there, they should be able to help. Be careful though, not all of them are as benign as I was... Their names should tell you what they're like.
Yours through time and space,
Ido Daisuke, The Mechanic.
P.S. Take the key and lock up every time you leave. Trust me, you don't want certain things getting in here.
Alita frowned, looking at the panel. Gingerly, she pulled off the key and revealed the vacant space Ido was talking about. The teenaged cyborg held up the chip, slowly sliding it into its respective slot. With a sharp bang, the panel suddenly sealed itself shut, and a high pitched whining noise split the air. Alita slammed her hands on her ears as the noise grew in intensity, bringing with it an odd grinding noise. Then came the shaking. Tremors ran through the entirety of the TARDIS as a nearly two thousand year old system began rebooting itself, ready to travel through space (hopefully time if it could get repaired fully) once more. In fact, Alita could see what looked suspiciously like a map showing an unfamiliar planetary system with a single planet highlighted. Her blood ran cold as she realized the TARDIS was moving on its own. Ido must have already had a destination put into the autopilot systems. She swore, barely able to hear herself over the roar of the rebooting engines. Not even hesitating, she attempted to throw herself at the navigation screen, only to miss as a massive tremor redirected her into the consol itself. Sparks flew as her heavy metal body slammed into the alien technology, sending thousands of volts of electricity through her. She screamed in pain as the charge threw her over the railing to the lower level below. She blacked out, watching the ground rush towards her.
I hope this was long enough. It's been a while since I could write freely, and I ended up writing this on the plane ride to Denver. Please review so I know what I need to rework. I know I have to be a little rusty. I have another story in the works, and this one is a Star Wars RWBY crossover, staring the Dark Lord himself, Darth Vader. Yeah, that's gonna be a bit of a clusterfuck... This is Foxtrot 13, signing out. ALWAYS FORWARD!
