AN: Alright, here we go, attempt numero two at this. Major differences in the beginning but the story is going to have a similar flow. Let's get started. Also, this will be a Co-Op fic with Generalfieldmarshal.

Also, I don't own anything, save the OCs.

SECTION 0: Disappearance

Strike Witches Universe

Mid-1944

The Imperial Ysterplaat Space Battleship Phobetor was gliding through space, the large two and half kilometer long battleship was moving in concert with a cruiser, the one kilometer long Seleucia and two destroyers, each eight hundred meters long, the Barbara and Antioch were nearby. Behind them were the utterly smashed remains of two Federation Light Cruiser Divisions and a Heavy Cruiser Division, it had been almost way too easy. It just showed how bad their enemy were at combat in space.

The battleship itself had a predatory look to it, a sharp narrowed point that expanded into a somewhat swollen midsection that went into a graceful curving aft portion. The ship's three engine cones emitted a faint but noticeable amount of purple light, while it's hull bristled with energy weapon emplacements, missile batteries, sensor arrays, also placed along its hull was meticulously placed thruster ports and countermeasure launchers. It's midsection contained several hangers that held nearly five dozen starfighters and over a dozen dropships. To top it all off, the plasma shield system that the battleship possessed could stop a direct hit from a thirty-kilogram ferrous slug traveling at 1.4% of light-speed and that would only reduce the shielding by only five percent at the most. Bottomline, the Phobetor was a terrifying sight to see on the battlefield.

The Phobetor glided into orbit around the moon of the third planet in system. Coming into the orbit of a blue-green marble that hung scenery in space the craft came to a stop some twenty kilometers above the north pole of the moon, then from a launch bay came three cylindrical craft, each one was thirty-seven meters long, with two above body wings that were fifteen meters across and each supported an engine pod that glowed a muted and baffled red, and they were fifteen meters tall. Each dropship contained thirty crack Special Operations troops and the dropships themselves each had a crew of three, plus they were lightly armed with several powerful Neuroi bolt emitters under their chin, the rate of fire these bolt emitters could put out was on the order of 3,000 bolts per minute and they hit hard too. It didn't help that these dropships were armored like tanks, with armor capable of stopping a 12.7mm API round dead in it's tracks and with some angling could stop Karlslandian 13mm machine gun fire. The advanced countermeasures that these craft had was just extraneous features that put an exclamation point on the statement these craft put out.

The dropships plunged into the atmosphere, their hulls becoming enveloped in fire as atmospheric friction heated their hulls. Entry tracks traced across the sky as they descended, the interior of the dropships didn't even warm up slightly as they plunged down toward the ground, the interior of the troop bays changed from a dim white light, to a harsh red light. The troopers stopped what they were doing, the grins and jokes were no longer traded, in their place final equipment checks and loading of weapons. These soldiers had been told of their target and that she was needed alive, the squad she was in weren't part of the objective, command could careless if they were wiped out or sent running with their tails between their legs.

Far below, a sonic boom rumbled over the ground as the dropships dropped below the speed of sound, their muffled engines barely emitting any sound or light, that combined with the fact that apart from really one area they were pitch black, they were undetected by nearly everything in their path with one case occurring that they flew right over a Liberion Defense Battalion and didn't even raise the alarm.

The first clue that anyone had that there was dropships bearing down on them, it was for one particular unit that was behind enemy lines, which had setup camp near the edge of a clearing; the unit's designation was SAS Squad No. 45 aka Hell Raiser. The wings came to a vertical position and the engine's increased power and easily arrested the forward motion of the dropships and brought them into a hover. The members of the squad in question were just beginning to realize they were under attack when the dropships opened fire, torrents of red bolts sliced through the air churning up the ground and forcing all members of the team to get to cover or get cut down of which two members weren't quick enough in that regard, while from the dropships themselves came the Special Operations troops and after they started laying down heavy covering fire, the dropships let up a little in the amount of fire, but considering how many enemies were shooting at Hell Raiser there wasn't much they could do despite the slight reprieve that the reduction of fire allowed.

To put it simply, within the span of two minutes, the Neuroi had one of the best damn SAS squads pinned down and under immensely heavy and accurate fire.

Tracking: ...Captain Amirah Aisyah "Lady of Knives" Sulaiman

1944

Occupied Europe

"Hold your ground boys!" I shouted as I fired my machine gun at the Neuroi forces. The first few rounds from my MG42 surely went wide, but the familiar kick of my weapon quickly helped steady my aim.

"Where the hell did these bastards come from?!" Corporal Tanner shouted as he fired his Sten Gun. The neuroi were coming in the doves and we fiercely trying to hold our position but the volume of fire was unrelenting.

"Now is not the time Tanner! Just keep shooting!" Sergeant McDonald shouted,

"Frag Grenade going out!"

"Cover me! I am reloading!" Corporal McGregor hollered.

"Oh my god, there's gotta be a million of them out there!" Private Everton shouted in shock.

"Keep your wits about, Everton! We need to hold our ground as long as possible!" McDonald shouted.

"ENEMY STRAFING RUN! TAKE COVER!" McGregor shouted as I turned to the sky to see one of the Neuroi fliers turned their attention towards us and fired their guns at us, unleashing a lethal torrent of Neuroi energy bolts that came at us in such numbers it looked almost like a Neuroi beam. Everyone dived for cover but soon it was clear that some of us were not fast enough as screams of pain were heard.

"AAHHH~!" I heard Private Jackson scream in pain, I spared a glance in his direction and grimaced. A stream of Neuroi bolts had ripped the entirety of his left arm clean off, blood was pouring from the wound, a medic appeared next to him and tried to stem the bleeding. Only for a burst of Neuroi bolts to hit him as well square in the chest, he toppled backward lifeless.

"Shit! They got Stevenson!" Everton shouted.

"Return fire!" I shouted to rally the squad. We needed to get our act together, otherwise the Neuroi were going to roll right over us with ease. However it was not enough as I watch my squad members fall one after another. It was only now did I realize what the neuroi were trying to do, they were trying to separate me from the rest of my squad as I found myself pinned with my squadmates out of reach. It was then when I saw a device get thrown towards me. It hit the ground, rolled a little and then went-off with a brilliant white flash and a thundering overpressure, to my surprise there was no pain, but I couldn't tell which way was up! What the hell was that thing?!

I heard shouts, more gunfire, and cries of pain as I tried desperately to shake the cobwebs out of my head and to clear the spots from my eyes. I had just succeeded in doing that when I looked up and saw six Neuroi soldiers rushing my position, well that was stupid on their parts but as Napoleon Bonaparte once said "Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." as I unsheathed one of my knives, I glanced over my shoulder and saw that over half of my squad was lying lifeless on the ground and the survivors were behind hardcover giving what covering fire that they could. Which sadly wasn't much, I could tell that they were all wounded to some degree, which meant that once I was dead… something I was certain would occur, because while I could easily take on an entire regular Neuroi Army or Marine squad in hand-to-hand combat and walk away whistling, against six Neuroi Special Operations Soldiers, particularly from their Space Force judging by the unit patch, in hand-to-hand combat I would probably at best be able to kill four of them and the other two would certainly kill me. Then they would roll right over the remains of my team. Not if I can help it. I thought.

"McDonald! You still alive?" I hollered as

"Ma'am, I am still here!" McDonald shouted back.

"Get what's left of the squad out of here!" I shouted as I sprang back in shock as the lead Neuroi Spec Ops trooper unsheathed a serrated combat knife that was probably at least twelve inches of lethal steel and lunged at me. I parried the blow off my Ka-Bar and counterattacked.

"What about you ma'am?! We can't leave you behind like this!" McDonald replied utterly shocked at my proposition.

"Now's not time for this discussion Sergeant! You just get the remains of the team the fuck out of here! Enough brave fighters have already died and I would prefer if just one more life is lost to save the lives of four others!" I shouted back as I ducked under the strike of one enemy and then buried my Ka-Bar to the hilt in the thing's chest, I twisted the knife and yanked it clear. The Neuroi Operator dropped to the ground lifelessly.

"But-" McDonald began before I cut him off sharply. "THAT'S AN ORDER SERGEANT MCDONALD! GET THE REMAINS OF THE TEAM OUT OF HERE!" I snapped before ducking as a powerful blow that likely would have knocked me out whooshed over my head a split-second later. Panting with the constant exertion from fighting five well trained operatives, I flipped my knife around into a reverse grip and slashed diagonally only to let out a slight groan of dismay as my target expertly blocked the blow.

"Yes ma'am." McDonald said sounding defeated, knowing that now that was taken care off, I leaped back and effortlessly dodged three consecutive blows that would have had at very least dazed me if not outright knock me out. But I could tell that these operatives were holding back for some reason, then the revelation struck me. They wanted me alive! Even as I tried to figure out why that was, it allowed one enemy operative to effortlessly tag team me. One operative came at me with a knife, I managed to block it, then suddenly white hot pain erupted in my torso and I doubled over from the force of the blow. I cursed my inattentiveness for it had allowed an enemy operative to smash me in the midsection with the butt of his rifle, but that was all the enemy needed, a single harsh blow to throw me off balance. Before I even knew what was happening a pair of powerful hands suddenly forced me to my knees while another set quickly disarmed me in nearly every sense of the word.

Next thing I knew my hands were strapped together by something and it didn't feel like rope. Crap, these must be those 'zip cuffs' that those Poselentsy Federation Specs Ops guys have talked about. Which means that my chances of escaping have well and truly gone down to zero. I thought grimly as I was roughly hauled to my feet. "Alright, move it!" one of the Neuroi soldiers growled before prodding me sharply in the back with his rifle.

Dejectedly I slowly walked toward one of the imposing dropships. They simply excluded a sense of power and that trifling with one would be bad news. Which was something I knew from experience having been on the receiving end of one the monsters now. Just before I was heralded onto the dropship I succeeded in taking one last look around the battlefield and noted that there was at least twenty dead Neuroi operatives, which meant that while the best squad in the SAS may have been completely gutted in one engagement. They had certainly taken a sizeable bite out of the enemy force. "Hunt down the survivors and wipe them out, all of them." I heard a Neuroi growl which was followed by one of them replying "Yes sir! 2nd and 3rd platoons! On me, we've got the remains of an SAS squad to wipe out! Make sure to put those that you find who aren't going to make it out of there misery!"

Then I stepped up into the dropship's belly. It was a rather wide affair with surprisingly lots of room for at least thirty soldiers or if they wanted to push it, maybe a Plaat Scout Tank or Recon Vehicle if they opted for a tight squeeze. It actually made me pretty grateful that the Imperial Ysterplaat Space Navy rarely got involved in campaigns on Earth, because if they did well they would roll right over them pretty quick.

As the dropship soon headed into the space, I took one last glance back to Earth, I could see McDonald and the rest of the survivors disperse into the forest. I hope that they make it out alive. Then suddenly the engine noise increased subtly but noticeably and then with a lurch the craft shot into the sky and the troop bay doors closed. The feeling of acceleration was immense as the dropship rocketed skyward, it made me wonder where was it taking me. One thing then came to mind, the Plaats are being unnaturally tame with me. Usually they would be aggressive and would beat me up but then again I figured, I had never fought elements of their Space Navy before so it stood to reason that they probably had more stringent regulations and protocols in terms of handling prisoners of war when compared to their air forces, navies, marine corps, or god forbid there army. Still it was a little strange.

That's when suddenly the outside engine noise dropped off considerably reducing the noise from a muted thundering growl to just a quiet rumble that seemed to encompass everyone and everything in the dropship. It was disconcerting another thing that quickly caught my attention was that the tug of gravity suddenly felt a little different, it made me wonder what the hell was going on here.

"Well, say goodbye to your old life, Lady" The soldier next to me said, pretty politely actually. It was confusing actually, what the hell did he mean by that? Still I felt another subtle change, a pinging that resounded through the hull of the craft as if it was transitioning from environment to another. The engine pitch changed again and a mechanical whirring sound reverberated through the hull and then with a heavy sounding thud the dropship came to stop, landing on what had to be a landing gear of some kind. Then the troop bay doors opened and I saw a sight that I would never forget.

A vast hangar sprawled out before the hatchway. Numerous technicians and specialists I assumed were going about their tasks that ranged from performing what had to be maintenance on dropships and strange craft that looked something like a Federation F-15E but it had no vertical or horizontal stabilizers but it had four wings, two lower and two upper that from the front would likely vaguely look an 'X', each wing terminated in what had to be an engine pod, just from appearance alone it was clear that those craft were fighters and that they could probably run rings around anything that we had.

However as I stepped off the dropship, I was quickly ushered off the hanger and into a long hallway. How long I walked down that corridor I don't know, but judging by how as we approached our destination the amount of activity seemed to be going up considerably. It made me wonder what was going on. "I wonder what's going to happen to me." I whispered.

My handler snorted. "You'll find out in a little bit, but I can assure you it's nothing too unpleasant." he said. It was little wonder, before I knew it I was forced to change out of my uniform into light grey fatigues, they were rather light but they felt alright I suppose. Next thing I knew I was ushered into a fairly large chamber, it was featureless and bare, being stark white. Still after everything I had gone through tonight, it felt like it was a good a time as ever to lie down and fall asleep.

Third Person POV

"Looks like she's falling asleep." One Neuroi operator of the strange device they were about to use, codenamed: Racsu, the machine was found on a planet that was some two hundred light-years from the Sol System. The most incredible feature of this device was it's ability to punch a hole between the dimensional barriers and through the timestream. Problem was it consumed a tremendous amount of energy, plus the exact science with how the damn thing actually worked was barely understood.

But, they knew it could do four things. Take an object from their current dimension and place it another, take an object from their current time frame and put it in either the past, present, or future of said timeline in another dimension, even put said object into a different location than their starting point, and most incredibly even age a person to a degree by a couple of years. All-in-all it was incredibly useful, problem was that they didn't know if it worked on live test subjects until about two weeks ago. Still now it was time to use it for the first time.

"Good thing she's asleep, first time we fired this thing it caused quite the light show." a second tech replied.

"Let's get this show started." Stated a third. "Temporal, Dimensional, and geographic coordinates locked in?" he continued.

"Yes sir! Temporal coordinates set to the year Twenty-five-twenty-seven, third month of the year, third day in the month." The first technician replied quickly after looking over his displays.

"Dimensional coordinates are locked-in. Set to the so called 'Forerunner Dimension'." The second tech replied.

"Confirmed geographical coordinates are locked in as well." A fourth tech responded sharply.

"Engage." The third tech said before pushing the button. Brilliant purplish-golden light danced across the chamber. Amirah inside began to stir and rubbed her eyes before suddenly the light built considerably and then with heavy bawooom that thundered in one's chest, the light flashed brilliantly before disappearing completely, of Amirah there was no sign. Thus with the push of a button, one of the most deadliest witches in the Allied Forces had simply disappeared without a trace.

Halo Universe

0500 Hours, March 3rd, 2527 (Military Calendar)

Epsilon Eridani System, Planet Reach

Military Reservation 01478-B

Tracking: Amirah Aisyah binti Sulaiman

"WAKE-UP TRAINEE!" A thundering commanding voice bellowed harshly. Amirah snapped awake in an instant, other men and women of varying ages were groaning as they were rudely woken up, from the looks of it she was in a barracks with your bog standard bunks. Amirah leaped out of bed and realized with a start that this must be the drill sergeant. Which meant that this was likely the start of a long day.

How was that for a first chapter? Oops sorry forgot to introduce myself, I am Generalfieldmarshal, the second writer in this story. Well, looks like Amirah is in a completely new ball game. I hope you stay tuned as there is more to come.

Until then, keep calm and pass the ammunition.

Note: Both Thor and I don't own anything related to Strike Witches and the Halo Series besides our OC characters and equipment. That is all.