Hi. It's been a while, eh? I know what you must be thinking: why are they coming back now after more than a year of silence? I want an explanation… and I'll give it to ya. After completing Dragonriders' Destiny, I started to hit what is known as 'writer's block' which kinda slumped me from making any more creative ideas. So, I tried making a sequel: Dragon King, as well as working on a Dragon Ball x Sonic original story. Those ideas fell quickly (which is why I am scrapping BOTH of them, however Dragon Kind might be revived if I am satisfied with myself). I stopped writing for… a long time, to say the least. Now, I'm back and here to explain the future. I will work on this story, as well as remaking my most popular fanfic.
Now, more onto this story. This takes place 3 years after Macross Delta and at the end of Season 3 of Voltron. I will be skipping several episodes, so plz don't hate me if your favorite episode is cut. ALSO. There is a huge warning for language, blood and gore!
I also want to take a second to point out that this story is also available on Wattpad, but in MUCH better quality with actual GIFs to help boost what I mean!
I DO NOT OWN EITHER MACROSS NOR VOLTRON, VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDER IS OWNED BY DREAMWORKS, WHILE MACROSS IS OWNED BY Shōji Kawamori and STUDIO NUE. Also, this ain't Robotech, it's Macross. (don't get me started with Harmony Gold. There are a few little nods and references to Robotech, though)
I think it's time for my valiant return to the writing world.
3rd person view
Sadness. The cold, intense sadness is all he could feel in his heart as he stared out into space. The window in front of him casting his saddened expression. His deep blue eyes filled with grief, slightly filled with tears of mourning. The casting frown on his face was apparent. The long, blue hair that was made into a small ponytail floated behind him. His black and blue pilot uniform, while usually giving him a strong sense of strength, today felt empty and cold. Darkness clouded his mind, all he could think about was his past, his shattered family. These were the thoughts running through Macross Garrison's 17 year old ace pilot, Mathias Hunter Anderson. He was an only child in his family; scratch that, he was the only member in his family left. He was a full blooded Zentraedi pilot, and an exceptionally talented one just like Mathias. He died in combat when Mathias was only a couple of years old. A part of him wishes he had even an ounce of Zentraedi features like his dad probably had, but fate rolled otherwise. His mother, a full blooded American human, was lost only a few years ago following the influx of the Var. He watched her die from an explosion, but what startled him the most was her structure. Her eyes were entirely red, filled with unparalleled rage. Her stature was bulked, as her veins bulged from all around her body. She was entirely Var, and there was no saving her. She was nearby a burning building when it exploded, engulfing her in flames and killing her instantly. He screamed in pure fear as he tried to reach out to her, but what could he have done? He remembered just falling onto his knees, breaking down crying, and falling asleep from crying too hard. He vividly remembers someone picking him up and carrying him away from the burning rubble. Mathias stared into space as a squadron of three VF-171s flew in the distance, covering the stars with their bulky silhouettes and trails. Those fighters broke him out of that horrific trance. He sighed, seeing that in the distance began to remind him of a memory. One that was comforting, one that he was happy in.
~Flashback~
The light of the nearby Kakizaki City was dimmed by the flowering nature around him, as the large trees blocked all of the lights from the city, giving him a beautiful view of the skies above. The entire sky was darkened, yet the skies were filled by a plethora of tiny, bright stars. Mathias remembers sitting on the cold, yet comforting grass in the small forest. He remembered smiling and laughing as he and his mother continued to stare into the sky. She was braiding his longer hair into a single, straight ponytail. Mathias' hands reached for the stars and made a sort of plane or ship, he couldn't recall which, but it was something along those lines. His arms motioned his hand to simulate that plane flying in the starry night. He continued doing this for a moment until his mother finished his ponytail, gently brushing it with a comb.
"Mom, someday, I'm going to fly among the stars! I'm going to fly higher than any clouds in the sky!" Mathias exclaimed, all giddy from the passion of his dream.
His mother laughed gently, "of course you will! You will make a great pilot, but remember what I said!"
"Don't join the military like dad did, I know, mom," he replied.
"Good! I have full faith you will accomplish your dreams all too soon!" She smiled as she placed the comb on the ground. She pulled out a small band from a pocket in her jacket as she began to wrap around the back of his hair with it. A question began to build up in his mind. Unable to keep his mouth shut, he acted before he thought.
"Mom, why did you not like that dad was in the military? Didn't he do so much for us?" He asked, tilting his head very slightly.
"He…" Mathias heard a very small sigh come from her, the breath slightly rustling his hair. She let go of his hair, allowing him to turn his head to his mother. She looked saddened, conflicted, yet serious all at the same time, "he was never around for us when we needed him. He was always out on a mission. Yes, he did so much for us and the people he was serving, but if he stayed by his family instead of the skies," there was a slight pause before a single tear formed in her eye, "maybe he would've been here with us today."
"How did he die? You never told me exactly," he asked, his inner child curiosity got the better of him, completely ignoring the obvious signs to not pressure her.
She took a deep breath, obviously trying to not break down in front of the young boy. Mathias couldn't remember her exact facial expression, but from what he can guess, she barely held on from shattering into tears, "You were only 6 years old when he died, he was on his way towards the Avalon Sector onboard the S.D.F.N-3 Jenius. Their mission was to locate the Megaroad-11, which had gone missing several years earlier. They were almost at the last known coordinates of the missing fleet when his own was attacked by the Vajra. They swarmed the Jenius and the surrounding vessels, killing so many onboard in the initial onslaught. He fought bravely, but was killed when he was shot by a high energy blast to the cockpit, killing him instantly. The Jenuis barely made it back with only 1/8 of it's fleet. It was mangled so badly, it was a miracle everything was still intact. When I found out about it, I tried to shield you away from the truth, but you didn't have very many memories of him. So now you know…"
Without warning, Mathias wrapped around his mother in a hug around her waist. She recoiled back in surprise, but quickly accepted it and tightly hugged him back. "I won't join the military," he said to her, "I'll be here for you, always."
~flashback ending~
Mathias looked down to his uniform, his military uniform. The uniform itself was the same uniform design as Delta Squad on Ragna, only his uniform was entirely black and blue.
"I'm sorry, mom…" he said to himself, "I know I said I wouldn't do this sort of thing, but I guess fate chose otherwise, haha…" he sighed, "I… I know you would hate this. This uniform, my job…" he paused for a moment before a single tear rolled down his cheeks, he could see the light reflect off of it as it fell to the ground, "I miss you… I miss you and dad, so very much." A gentle melody slowly came into his head, one that calmed him that he learned from a legend, Ranka Lee. He never met her, but he listened to her, as well as many other singers' songs as well. He never realized he was lightly singing to himself.
"Aimo Aimo neede ruushe,
Noinamiria enderu purotea,
Foto mi…
Koko wa attakana umi da yo…"
"You singing to yourself again, Anderson?" A female voice suddenly brought him back to reality. He turned his head slightly to the right to see three other pilots standing several yards away, their helmets under their arms. He knew who they were, they were a part of his team, Aigaion Squad. Mathias was Aigaion 3, he was the runner up for a hotshot pilot named Romero Tobrook, or Aigaion 2.
"You okay there, Mathias?" The blonde pilot asked. That was Angela Turner, Aigaion 4. She was an old friend of his and was very friendly. She had green eyes and was light colored for her skin. Her uniform was pink and a deep maroon. There was a giant, darker male behind her. His uniform was gold and maroon, and his eyes were amber. His name was Jeremy Stringer, Aigaion 5, a person who desires action and nothing more. The last of the group, and the smallest, was a tan skinned girl who had dark green hair. She was a definite full blood Zentraedi, thus her uniform was entirely grey, or a very dull green, Mathias couldn't tell, and black. Her name was Maxine Rania Sernus, or Aigaion 6 on the field. She was rather quiet and didn't talk much, her hair and eyes were a dark red.
Mathias sniffed as he rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, "y-yeah, I'm good," slight confusion overtook him, "what are you guys doing here?"
"We were trying to find you. The Field Commander is about to explain the next assignment in a few minutes and you need to be a part of it. It's very important. Follow us to hangar bay 3," Angela replied, while Maxine gave a small point to you.
Mathias mentally smacked himself. He had forgotten all about the meeting today! "Alright, let's go. You lead the way." Angela nodded and the group soon traversed the hallways until they approached the entrance of hangar bay 3, where a particular man was leaning on the wall waiting for them. His uniform was Blood Red, Green and Black. He was an older, nonchalant man with a slight beard on his chin and a very slight tan skin tone. His hair was short and black and he eyes a deep brown. He had a pouch of what looked like French Fries in one of his hands, a fry sticking out of his mouth like a cigar. That was Commander Benjamin Taylor, the 40 year old leader of Aigaion Squadron, or put simply, Aigaion 1. He noticed us coming his way and waved for us to stop, his calm smile beaming brightly.
"There you are 1st Lieutenant Mathias Hunter Anderson, been looking for you for a while now," he smirked, waving a fry at the group, particularly at Mathias, before chomping down on it.
Mathias gave a salute, "sorry to keep you waiting co-" his mind froze as something didn't process correctly. What did he just say? He threw the commander a confused look, "wait… 1st lieutenant?" He heard the murmurs of the others right behind him, but he didn't care, he wanted answers.
No way, 1st lieutenant?!" he heard Angela 'whisper', in all reality, it was just her voice, but slightly softer. It wasn't really a whisper, so to say.
"I know right? He was just promoted literally 3 weeks ago!" Jeremy added, his voice muffled by a hand covering it.
"Shhh! Be quiet! I want to hear this!" Angela shushed as the Commander stopped leaning off of the wall and stopped a few feet in front of the blue haired pilot, slightly looking down at him as the elder commander was in fact taller than him.
Commander Talyor smirked as he placed his free hand on Mathias shoulder, gently gripping it, "that's right. You are being promoted to 1st lieutenant. You are now officially Aigaion 2, so I'm going to need you to be up to date with regulations by tomorrow I know this is a little sudden, but..." He stopped as he munched on another fry.
"Wha… What happened to Lieutenant Romero, sir? I thought he was still Aigaion 2?" Mathias asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion, plus, it was itching slightly.
"Lt. Romero was promoted to Captain and transferred to Hermes Squadron after their commander died in action in the last battle. So, I needed a new second in command, you were the next in line," He explained all the while waving a fry in the air, only to completely devour it moments later. He suddenly dropped his arm to his side and grew a serious look, "I hope you will be able to step up to the plate when we need you."
Mathias nodded nervously and saluted again, "I will, sir! I will not let you down!"
Commander Taylor, just like how his face suddenly became serious, immediately softened back into a grin, "good. Oh, and one more thing, I need you to follow me when this meeting is over. I have a little bit of a surprise waiting for you in the main hangar bay. Now, c'mon, the meeting is about to start. Mathias nodded as the group of 5 made their way into the hangar. Almost every squad, or at least squad leaders, were present. Mathias' squad was the last to enter, they could see the Field Commander scowling at them as they entered. His white high ranking officer uniform showed out from the mostly darker colored uniforms of everyone else in the room. He had a scar across his right eye, making his glares even more sinister and unnerving.
"Finally, the stragglers arrive," the commander's rough voice bellows from the opposite side of the room, "listen up people, now we can truly begin this conference so I can explain this mission." He pulled out a remote and clicked a button, slowly causing the room to darken around the hangar. The commander then pressed another button, displaying a holographic Megaroad class vessel. All eyes were either on the commander or the Megaroad. The commander cleared his throat, before beginning to speak, ""As you all know, in 2012, The first Megaroad class vessel, the S.D.F-2 Megaroad-1, launched from Earth along with a fleet of Zentraedi Ships. It was the first vessel from Mankind that was made to transcend the solar system and to colonize the stars. Everything was in order, that was until we lost contact with Captain Ichijo and Megaroad-1 in 2016. No one knows why the ship and its fleet mysteriously disappeared, and no one has really dwelled into it. Therefore, our orders are to investigate and locate the disappearance of the S.D.F-2, and aid if necessary. This ship, the S.D.F.N-12 Macross Garrison, will spearhead the search efforts, starting with the last known coordinates of the Megaroad-1. This would be an easy assignment, if it weren't the recent rogue Zentraedi attacks within the area that made it difficult. Your individual commanders will brief you on the rest. Any questions?"
A soldier in the back raised his hand and voice, "sir, how long ago was the recent report of Zentraedi attacks in the area?"
"Good question. This was from several weeks ago, so slightly out of date, but hopefully still useful to us. It may be possible that these Zentraedi may be responsible for the disappearance of the S.D.F-2 all those years ago, but we won't know until we see it. Anyone else?" No one else said anything, which prompted the commander to adjust his cap, "Good luck, everyone. We will reach the last known position by later tomorrow. Dismissed!" Everyone began to file out of the hanger bay. Since Mathias' squad was towards the end, they were among the first to leave.
"I can't believe we're going on a search mission," Jeremy huffed, slumping forward in disappointment.
Mathias looked at him and glared, "hey! We get to find out what happened to one of the most historically significant ships in human history… well besides the S.D.F-1. Regardless, everything isn't about fighting, Jeremy."
"He's right, you know," Commander Taylor said as he walked past them, then turned his head to face Mathias, "1st lieutenant, please follow me." Mathias nodded and walked with the commander, looking back at his team one more time before they turned around a corner. As they continued to venture down the numerous hallways of the Macross, Mathias was bogged down in thought. 'What does the commander have for me? He's not the type to give out presents randomly, not even on Christmas…'. When putting it in that light, it made Commander Taylor look like a self centered man, which wasn't the case. Mathias mentally shook the thoughts out of his head as they neared the entrance to the main hangar bay. Commander Taylor abruptly stopped, causing Mathias to nearly ram into him. Commander Taylor looked back at the young pilot, casting an expression of seriousness once again.
"Anderson, you are aware that your fighter model type, the VF-25 while incredibly talented, has begun to be shifted out of military service, correct?" He asked.
"Y-Yes, sir, I am aware," Mathias hesitated on that response, but his reason for hesitation was a little uncertain.
"I know how much you love piloting that old fighter of yours, but there comes a time where you have to change the horse you're riding on," he paused as he pressed some buttons on a nearby panel, causing the door to the hanger bay to open, "which is why you need to get used to the change from one to another." From the doorway, Mathias could see his team section of the hangar, as it was the first section that could be seen upon entering, since it was the closest to the door. He could see Angela, Jeremy and Maxine's VF-171 fighters, all rocking their signature pilot's colors, parked where they're supposed to be. However, upon glancing at his fighter, instead of seeing a VF-25, he glimpsed at a beautiful black and blue armored VF-31A parked where his original fighter was. Mathias was speechless as he dashed into the hangar and came up to his new fighter.
"No way… you upgraded my old fighter?!" Mathias quickly looked back at the Commander, who held a funny smile as he walked up to the excited 17 year old.
"Yup, augmented with the latest technology CHAOS and the U.N Spacy has to offer, not to mention it's an armored variant," he said while eating another fry. Mathias never realized until then that he somehow obtained more fries without him even looking. Did he have a stache in a pocket or something?
"I get to fly an armored variant!?" Mathias squealed in excitement.
"Sure do, kid. Now, go on and get a feel for your new fighter," Mathias was about to ascend to the cockpit when Taylor spoke up again, "oh, and one more thing, I left you a manual in your quarters. It has all the necessary information about being second in command and its unique protocols. When you're done here, head back to your quarters and take a moment to read over it." Mathias gave a thumbs up and smiled as he climbed the extendable ladder to his fighter's cockpit. Commander Taylor chuckled lightly, "alright, I'll leave you to your exploration, but don't stay up there too long, got it?"
"Got it! Thanks, Commander!" Mathias nodded with a wholehearted smile, which prompted the older man to smirk before walking out, continuing to eat fries as he left. For the next 30 minutes, Mathias examined every inch of his new fighter, messed with all the controls and turned everything to his specifications. Of course, the real challenge would be how it operates when in combat. Mathias closed the cockpit as he hopped down onto the metal surface below. He looked back at the marvelous machine behind him. That's when he noticed there were several large notches on some of the armor platings on top, and two at the bottom. He frowned, he knew what those were for, but really wished they wouldn't be needed at all in the future. He decided to return to his dorms, where, just as Commander Taylor said, there was a small manual on his bed. Mathias closed the door and changed into more casual clothes as he picked up the book and flopped on his bed. He turned on a nearby light as he skimmed through the book. Not even five minutes later, he gently tossed the book to a nearby table. Everything in the manual was basically what he had learned several months prior. He looked at the time from a nearby digital clock, 9:38 GST. Mathias yawned as he got up from his bed and went into his bathroom, brushed his teeth, made sure everything else in his room was taken care of, then flopped back onto the bed. He buried himself into his covers before falling into a deep sleep in a matter of minutes.
1st person perspective of Mathias
An annoying sound blared into my ears as I woke up from the dream land, I groaned as I smacked my alarm button to shut it up. I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes before a powerful yawn emerged. I glanced at the time, 5:30 AM GST, my usual wake up time, or at least the one I got used to from being in the military for a while. I slowly rotated my body and hopped off the bed, and made it into the showers. The water was hotter than usual, which was fine by me, I love the heat more than the cold. I guess I was just born that way. The moment I stepped foot out of the shower, a cold wave of air brushed past my body. I shivered while I grabbed a nearby towel and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around my waist as I walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. I was a mess, and my long, blue hair felt like pins and needles on my shoulders. I brushed my teeth and wrapped my hair in a small ponytail, tying it with a band before fiddling around with the sides and front of my hair. Walking out of my bathroom, I opened my closet to see my uniform when a loud alarm blared around me, followed by a girl's staticy voice coming from an internal speaker.
"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ALL HANDS GO TO COMBAT READINESS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! ALL FIGHTER PILOTS PROCEED TO YOUR FIGHTERS AND LAUNCH IMMEDIATELY!"
Quickly snatching my pilot uniform, I rushed back in my bathroom, changed, and rushed out without a moment's hesitation. I ran through the halls, seeing multiple other pilots as well as other personnel, darting through the hallways. My comms device began to blare a loud sound, so I answered it as I ran through the hallways.
"Anderson! Where are you?! Aigaion Squadron is about to launch!" Commander Taylor bellowed through the comms. I cringed a little from the intensity from his voice. That was one of the few times he raised his voice like that at me.
"I just finished my morning routines as the alarms sound, I'm on my way to hangar bay 1!" I responded as I neared the entrance, "now, what's going on?!"
"A massive Zentraedi fleet has been detected ahead of us. The Minmay tactic failed, so the usage of Reactive Weaponry has been authorized. Your fighter has already been equipped with them, now hurry up and get into your fighter!" He yelled as closed the transmission.
I slowed down slightly. Reactive Weaponry, the one thing I didn't want to happen, happened. I dashed into my hanger, my fighter was indeed loaded with 4 reactive missiles. I frowned at the sight of the destructive weapons as I hopped into the cockpit. I closed the cockpit hatch as I put on my helmet. I flicked a few buttons as my fighter roared to life. I smiled as I slowly moved my fighter into a catapult system.
"Aigaion 2, you are cleared for launch!" The voice of that girl from earlier came through my helmet.
"Roger, Aigaion 2, launching!" I shouted as I pushed the throttle forward. The fighter was so new to me, I didn't realize the amount of force it would press on me as I launched. I was thrusted back into my seat as my fighter took off into space. I looked back to see the Macross class ship, as well as its surrounding vessels, prepare to fight. Looking forward again, I could see about 2 dozen Zentraedi ships slowly approaching our lines.
"Well, look who decided to join us, mr. late boy," I hear Angela joke as she flew behind my wing. Moments later, the rest of the squad appeared all around me, with Commander Taylor out in front, wedge formation. I was behind him on his right side.
"Cut the chatter, Aigaion 3. We have a battle to win," Commander Taylor said through the comms, "now listen up. Pay attention to your left." I looked to my left to see something I've never seen in space before at all. It was a swirling vortex in space, no light on the other side. There were teal like clouds around it that were being sucked up into the darkness. I was terrified the moment I laid eyes upon the vortex. "That is a dimensional rift in space and time. There are several in this area alone, however, sensors were not able to detect them right away. Stay away from them, or you will be pulled in. At best, you will end up in another place, at worst, you will die." I stared in awe after Commander Taylor finished his sentence. 'Could these things be responsible for the disappearance of the S.D.F-2?'
"Enemy Battle pods detected at T-Vector niner!" The girl from before came back again. Facing forward, indeed, my scanners detected numerous Zentraedi battle pods approaching our lines. "Macross Garrison to all fighters, all units engage!" That's when all hell broke loose. Missiles, bullets and lasers began to fly all round us as we dodged and weaved with our fighters. Zentraedi Battle Pods closed in on everyone as firefights began. Behind the battle pods, we can see the massive Zentraedi battleships slowly approaching our lines. I chased after multiple battle pods with my fighter, gunning them down and watching them explode into a ball of fire and debris. That's when my scanner pinged an alert, I had six pods closing in from behind. I smirked as they came closer to my fighter, their weapons fire darting around me,
"Alright! Let's see how they like my new fighter!" I flipped a lever and the fighter instantly went into GERWALK mode as they came close, my twin gun pods mounted on my arms. Pressing on the petals and pulling back the controls, My fighter zoomed out behind the approaching Battle Pods, and I unleashed pure fury upon them. I lit them up with the twin mounted machine gun pods. One by one, those pods exploded into dust in less than 3 seconds. I smirked as the last one exploded, this WAS an upgrade indeed!
A whistle came from Jeremy, "not bad, hot shot!"
"Nice job with your new fighter, but keep in mind your last maneuver placed you dangerously close to the singularity behind you," Commander Taylor's face appeared in my hud, his face slightly concerned. My eyes widened as I turned my fighter around. The singularity encompassed my entire field of view. He was right, this WAS too close!
"O-Oh, shit…" I muttered to myself, "this thing is super scary up close and personal."
The girl from before came back on the comms, but this time I can see her face on my screen. She had brown, long hair that just flowed down her body, emerald green eyes and a tan skin tone. "All units, now preparing to fire the Macross Cannon at trajectory X12 Y34, all units in that trajectory bail out from those coordinates immediately!" I changed to Battloid and looked to see the Macross finish transforming into its assault mode. Its giant cannons lowered down from its shoulders and pointed at a section of the Zentraedi fleet, orange bolts began to shoot around between the two cannons. Moments later, a brilliant orange flash, followed by an orange beam of pure energy shot forward, completely decimating a section of the enemy fleet as well as numerous enemy battle pods. Large explosions could be seen from the orange beam, as well as when it dissipated into nothing. 1/3 of the enemy fleet, gone in one shot.
"Wow…" was all I could muster, still stunned from the display of power from the Macross. That was the first time I saw a Macross Cannon fire in person. I was totally lost at its amazement.
"-son, MOVE!" Commander Taylor's voice suddenly brought me back to reality.
"H-Huh? What's wro-," Commander Taylor's battroid suddenly pushed mine, not towards the singularity, but just a push away from something. I recoiled in my seat, why did he do that? A red laser bolt suddenly pierced through Commander Taylor's fighter, right in the abdomen of his Battroid. His fighter recoiled before exploding right in front of me. My eyes widen in pure fear, shock, anger… so many emotions ran through my bloodstream all at the same time. "...no… no… NOOOO!" I screamed as I slammed my fist into a panel, not breaking it, but just enough to make a noticeable thud. My breath became shaky, as well as my hands. Tears formed in my eyes, as they fell onto the glass of my helmet.
"Gunsight Alpha to Aigaion 2, what's happening out there?" The girl came back from before, then noticed my distraught face, "Aigaion 2, what happened out there?!" I couldn't speak. A ringing came into my ears, as my mind began to push out everything around me, leaving me in my own thoughts. My mind was still processing all that happened. Another person I was close to… gone… just like that. My mother... my father… my mentor… dead… why must everyone I am close to DIE!? A ringing came into my ears, as my mind began to push out everything around me, leaving me in my own thoughts. The girl's shouts were just muffles from the ringing. I could see her screaming at me to get my attention, occasionally yelling at someone behind her before returning her focus to me. The ringing in my ear slowly subsided, as her voice became more audible, "- to Aigaion 2, COME IN! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED OUT THERE?!"
I was stuttering, my voice was hoarse, "C… Commander Taylor… is dead…"
The girl's face dropped slightly, "oh… I see…" she took a moment, taking a breath in and exhaling before continuing, "continue with engaging the remnants of the enemy fleet. As of now, you will be moved to the position of Aigaion 1 and will assume command in Commander Taylor's place. Congratulations for the field promotion to squad leader, I wish it was under much better circumstances." Her transmission ended as I sighed. A cruel twist of fate… As much as I wanted to just stop all together, Commander Taylor would have wanted me to continue on with the mission. I gripped my controls, only for an alert to appear, a missile alert! My eyes looked to my left to see a barrage of missiles on their way to kill me. Wasting no time, I moved the controls to activate the pinpoint barriers and deflect the missiles. They exploded as they made contact to the green translucent discs, but they were draining their energy fast. Sweat dripped from my head as I watched the numbers drop to zero, and a missile exploding only several meters from the cockpit, throwing my craft backwards towards the singularity. My helmet slammed into the panels with unrelenting force. My world around me became a blur as the last thing I saw was the Macross charging the fleet with unrelenting fury before my world went black.
Everything hurts, my head, my arms, my chest. That's what I first woke up to, high soaring pain all around my body. I groaned as I opened my eyes and slowly shook my head from dizziness, my vision was still a blur.
'What happened..?' I thought to myself as my vision slowly started to return to normal. Looking around, I could see slightly damaged panels all around me, and the huds on both my helmet and front view monitor pulsing a red light and exclamation point. When my vision cleared, that's when my memories came back. The battle, the singularity, ...Commander Taylor, The Macross, I remembered everything. Springing into action I immediately looked all around me to see if the battle was still raging on, but… nothing. There was nothing around me. No singularity, no debris, no ships, no asteroids, nothing.
"What… where is the Macross?! Where is the battle?! MY TEAM!" My mind was racing as I scanned the entire area. Sweat dropped from my cheeks as the scanner picked up nothing in range. I tried it again, hoping that it was malfunctioning. Still, the results were Negative; no debris detected, no ships, no U.N Spacy, Chaos nor Zentraedi signals. Then, I tried to move my fighter, but there was no response.
"The hell?" I said as I tried to move the throttle one more time. I pushed down at the pedals below, but the same thing, no response. Are the engines dead? I tried this time to change modes from Battloid to Fighter, which surprisingly worked as I felt the parts around me transform almost instantaneously. At least my fighter was still operational. I decided to do an internal scan of my fighter, see what was broken, damaged or operational. It took a few seconds for it to finish, but once it finished, the data was relayed to my helmet and I began to read the damage reports.
"Let's see… what's still operational besides the transformation systems… life support, short range transmissions, distress signals, short range scanners, EX-GEAR systems, Weapons and the pinpoint barriers. Not a great list, but much better than anticipation. I might be able to repair the engines, but I'll need to see the damage first before I can make any assumptions," I said to myself as I pressed a button and activated the EX-GEAR system. I felt it surround my suit and helmet, tightening its grip on my body to keep it from falling through. I opened the cockpit, hearing a hiss of it depressurizing, and floated out of the cockpit. I looked around momentarily to see if the scanners were broken and if there was really something nearby. True to what the scanners picked up, there was only the void of space and the distant twinkle of stars to keep me company. I turned around to look at my fighter. She was a little roughed up, but still in good shape. I noticed the reactive weaponry was still notched onto the armor, which was both a relief and a disappointment. I didn't like them, but it's much better than them falling into enemy hands or detonating on me. I floated towards the afterburners and engines, using the EX-GEAR system to propel me slightly. I grabbed an edge of my fighter as I looked towards the engines. They were damaged, but I might be able to do something about them. Not to mention if I can get the M.M.D Boosters up and running again, that could add in my favor. I need to make a plan first…
"A distress call! That's right! Maybe a nearby ship will see and help me out here!" I say as I floated back to the cockpit and closed it once again. I could hear a sizzling sound come in, saying that the cabin was repressurized, but I kept my helmet on just to be sure. I flicked a few buttons, before shouting, "Mayday, Mayday! This is 1st Lieutenant Mathias Hunter Anderson of Aigaion Squadron calling any U.N Spacy forces within the area! My fighter is stranded and is inoperable. I repeat, this is Aigaion 1 of the U.N Spacy's S.D.F.N-12 Macross Garrison, calling any friendly forces, I am stranded and need immediate assistance!" I kept repeating the phrase before shutting off the comms, "Now all I have to do is hope for a ship to come. In the meantime, I guess I can try to work on the engines."
For about 3 hours, I worked entirely on the engines and M.M.D Boosters while the signal was being broadcasted. After tightening a bolt, I huffed as I could feel sweat forming on my face. It might be ready. I floated back to the cockpit and reclosed the hatch, hearing the sound of the cabin repressurizing. I sat back in my seat, the EX-GEAR returning to standby mode. I took a deep breath as I wrapped my hands around the throttle stick.
"I hope this works," I whispered to myself as I pushed the throttle gently. Nothing. I was about to slam my helmet down in slight frustration when I heard a hum behind me and the engines roaring to life. My face quickly beamed with life as I raised a fist in the air to cheer for my success. No one could keep me from my ways around technology. A noise suddenly caught my attention, as well as a flashing light on a panel. I dropped my eyes down to see a notification on the scanners that something was coming, and that something was a ship.
"Good timing!" I said to myself. Then I noticed another ping on the scanners, another ship was on its way to me. Then a third ping appeared. My expression changed to slight concern, "okay… that's weird." I noticed the transponder signals were not of the U.N Spacy, these were new people coming towards me. That's when I saw three giant, slender, purple ships emerge nearby my fighter. They were intimidating in factor, as I saw a giant cannon mounted on the top of all the ships' structure. These were warships, and by the looks of it, not friendly in the slightest. I started to panic slightly, I didn't want to provoke these guys, but could I do? That's when I noticed some sort of panel on the port side of one of the ships start to glow an eerie pink-purple hybrid. My mind instantly screamed for me to run away. My mind raced as I didn't think, but I instinctively placed a hand on the throttle and pushed it forward. My plane began to power up, but not before the ship fired. I saw a pink beam with black lightning laced in it, striking the back of my plane, but the lightning surged through the fighter. I could feel its power coursing through my body, pain surging throughout my entire nervous system. I screamed in pain before the world abruptly went black.
Can someone do me a favor? I've been trying to research something for a while now and I've gotten nowhere with it. I don't recall what year Voltron Legendary Defender was set. Some say it was 2037 (which is what I will be going with unless someone can prove to me in canon material the time of year), while others said a preposterous year. IDK, I just want an answer, and the internet didn't provide it this time :/
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