xxx New Mexico :: Camp Arthurxxx

"You think just because you signed up for the alliance marine corps makes you all tough shit! Well your WRONG, all I see in front of me are a bunch of civvies who look like they'll faint the minute they see a batarian's gut spill out in front of them. In the next few months we will break you bit by bit and mold you back into someone worthy of being called a Marine. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME"

"SIR, YES SIR" Izuku and the rest of the people in the auditorium yelled out. He watched as the sargents lead the recruits out. It had been three years, three very long years for him. After thinking it over and the getting eventual support of his guardian he had finally signed up for the Alliance Marine Corps.

The last few years had been a little hectic as he headed back to japan. Seeing flying shuttles and even more taller towers were a surprise but he got over that quickly, as for his guardian she was not a bad person. At first it was awkward but with time the two of them developed a close relationship.

It was the new found fame that made his first year difficult.

He knew that he was last quirkless person alive and someone from the past but he did not expect it to be that important. When he left the hospital reporters swarmed around him as they all had questions for him. In Japan it was a little better as his neighbors were only a bit curious but respected his desire to be left alone. The agent from before arrived every week and brought tutors to help him get up to modern day standard of education.

Also in the three years he had a long time to get ready to join the alliance. He was skinny, really skinny when he started out. At first he looked around for gyms or other rec-center, the prices made Izuku blanched and with him going back into normal school meant it may not be the best idea. After some searching he ended up doing something unorthodox.

Cleaning up a beach.

In his search for affordable gym he ended up resting at a pier where a foul smell made him jerk back, looking at the source he saw piles and piles of junk and other trash littered all over. A local in the area explained this was dagobah beach and that for years people have been using it as a importo trash bin, the government had attempted to clean the beach but only succeeded in a limited amount. It was clear nobody wanted or couldn't clean up the beach, you needed to invest a lot of time and would get little back.

Maybe it was his inner All Might fan talking but starting his new life cleaning up a trashed beached felt right. Plus what better way to be a hero than doing some community service. So for the next ten months he spent his free time gather the trash and sending it to a local recycling center where he made a little bit a cash too. Slowly but surely he got stronger as muscles grew to help him gather the more larger items and other people started to notice his work.

The first person to help him about was an old truck driver who offered his car to help carry the trash away. After that was the locals thanking him or giving encouragement, plus some the elders giving food/water for the work. All of it pushed him to go further and before he knew it the entire beach was cleaned up in ten months.

And he had the body to show it, before he was skinny kid with baby fat on him and now it was all muscle and abs.

He was jerked out of his inner thoughts when the bus started to move and headed off to the place where he would be saying for the next few months.

Boot Camp

xxx Week 1 xxx

Days passed by for Izuku as he and his class soon found themselves sitting in a classroom as a teacher entered into the room carry briefcase. After a brief introduction the man opened the case and pulled out a slightly curved rectangular box as well as other parts.

"Welcome to Marine School privates. Today we will be teaching you the most basic weapon in the alliance armory" The sargent called out, with a press of a button it transformed into rifle "This is the M-8 Avenger, the standard rifle used by all branches in the military. It's cheap, durable, and can be modified on the spot. It can fire in either in a short burst or go full-auto with the flick of the button."

"Before we start I will tell you something I tell everyone that comes in here. No matter what powerful quirk or power you have; Guns kill" the rest of the class had a perplexed look "It doesn't matter what quirk you have, you could have the power to shoot lighting out of your hands or maybe superhuman strength, but when a bullet hits you it's going to hit you regardless.

In 21st century if you were hit by a gun you could potentially survive depending on where you were hit. But if you were hit by a modern age gun? Pfft, say goodbye to whatever limb that got hit. One hit with a gun is enough to turn your entire arm into resembling raw hamburger meat" The sargent explained.

"But Sir, what about speed quirks or hardening quirks" one student asked.

"People don't have their quirks on 24/7 soldier. Your speed quirk means jack shit if someone shoots you and your unaware of it, on top of that these guns have further range than their gunpowder based counterparts, so unless your target is onguard every waking and unwaking second they will lower their guards and when that happens" the sargent made a finger gun and let it off.

"As for hardening quirks just place an armor piercing mod on and that will be that. The only real issue is regeneration quirks and even then just keep pulling out bigger guns until the quirk can't take it anymore. It does not matter what quirk you have as any bloke with a gun can kill you with ease. A trained user or an army of trained men kill any quirk user with a little planning, something that our 21st and 22nd ancestors forgot" said the Sergeant finished his piece.

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"Excuse me sir, but how does the gun work?" Izuku asked aloud. Cutting through the silence.

"Excellent question. In every, and I mean every, gun is small block of metal and each time you fire the rifle it shaves a piece no more bigger than a grain of sand; And with a little bit of ezoo and physics this baby is more effective than any chemical rifle could ever be" The sargent explained. "The only real issue you all have to deal with is making sure your guns do not overheat. Because the moment they do you won't be firing anymore."

The sargent soon went over the basics and inner mechanisms of the gun, showing the class not only how to use the various functions but how to take apart and reassemble it. Soon they were taken out of the shooting range where each one of them were given an empty copy. For next two weeks Izuku would learn how to fire a gun as well as how to keep it well maintained at all times.

xxx Week 3 xxx

"So you all think that now you know how to shoot a rifle you're ready for the next step? Wrong! Any pirate or merc with a brain can use their omni-tool to fry your gun but also your shields as well!" Their tech teacher explained "Any grandma and their grandma knows what an omni-tool is, a multi-purpose computer that comes with advanced personal fabricators and can almost do anything you want."

"What people don't know is that an omni-tool can become the most dangerous weapon in any soldiers arsenal. Even more than any gun in the galaxy. With the proper programs you can fire a powerful burst of supercooled subatomic particles and snap freeze your enemies. Or you can lob a pack of superheated plasma cook them alive and so much more.

In this class you will be taught how to use your omni-tool as well as recognise when your enemies will be using tech based attack against you. Each of you will be handed a basic program into your omni-tools. In the package is a basic program every marine should know. That is the overload a program that allows the user to send a powerful electric shock the enemies weapons, causing them to overheat for a time. Learn it, memorize it, and pray that the next person doesn't recognize it" said the Sergeant.

xxx Week 4 xxx

"In these three weeks all of you will be learning the basics of zero-g training" said their instructor. Their entire class had just taken a shuttle from earth all the way to one of the luna bases. For Izuku it was an aweing sight to leave earth for the first time, from what he heard of his other comrades many have already left earth at least once in their lives. But for him it was a special moment.

The shuttles soon made their way to the base where they will be spending the next week at. Here they would learn how to fight and survive in zero-g in the case they need to assault a spaceship or survive in a ship that has lost life support and was quickly breaking down. They were lined up in the main room with dozens of different sized suits ready for them to pick up.

"The first thing all of you should know by the end of this week is not to panic when your suit gets punctured as your suit will seal itself if you get shot. It's the second time you get shot in the same place when you start to panic" many in the class gulped seeing no sign of sarcasm on the instructors face. "As long as you follow our instructions to the word and don't try to do something stupid than you won't have any issues."

An hour later the instructor showed them how to put their suits on and off, making sure that they repeated until the man was satisfied. Afterward they were sent out of the their base and onto the moon's surface where they saw a large obstacle course laid out.

"As alliance marines you will all need to be ready to move and fight in zero-g on the call. For today I want you to get used to moving in your suits. We have an obstacle course here that you will all be going through. I don't except any of you to get pass it on the first day, take your time and get use to moving without and gravity" the instructor explained.

"However, if anything is to happen to you we have men and women on the sides to help you" pointing to the group of other marines "If your suit gets damaged or punctured for any reason they will pull you out and get you back into the base. By the end of these two weeks I expect all of you to know how to work in zero-g but also how to maintain your suits."

xxx Week 7 xxx

"You are marines which means you work, eat, sleep, and shit on ships. In this week we will be going over the basics on ships and how they work" explained the teacher. Izuku and his class were all in the auditorium as teacher showed them a hologram that showed a line of alliance ships starting from smallest all the way to the largest.

"There are five classifications of ships that alliance and citadel species uses. First you have your corvettes, they are the smallest class of ships usually around 100 meters in length, their purpose is light reconnaissance and provide light fire support for flotillas.

Next you have your frigates these are larger than corvettes and partially make up the bulk of the alliance fleet, they serve a similar role to corvettes but more so on the reconnaissance side.

The reason for this is that senors, unlike ships and certain types of communications, are limited to the speed of light. Meaning if some ship is one light year away no one is going to find out for a long time, which means that attackers will always have the surprise over defenders. Frigates sacrifice armor and and weapons for speed and maneuverability. Doctrine explains that frigates are arranged in tight packs that surround a fleet watching for any ships and buying the fleet time to respond."

The projector focused on the next larger ship

"Now this is where the real firepower comes. Cruisers are the bulk of any fleet and can come in different shapes or forms. Not as fast as a frigate but not as squishy either, they have enough firepower to destroy any ship below them and nearly an entire city with one round. Cruisers tend to be in charge of flotillas of frigates and patrol alliance space. They are the limit in what type of ship is allowed to orbital bombard a garden world and anything bigger will violate the treaty of Farixen."

The projector moved to the two largest ships left

"And finally we come to the two largest shipt type, carriers and dreadnoughts. Dreadnoughts are by far the most destructive ship class to ever exist. With a length between 800 meters to 1000 meters and a main gun running along its body this ship has enough firepower to annihilate anything in its path. If you see one these ships than know that the situation has gone FUBAR and war is real possibility or we are in one. As for carriers they do not carry any main gun instead opting for multiple fighter bays each holdings hundreds of fighters, stronger armor, and tougher shields. Unlike the dreadnought there are no limits in how many can be built."

"This of course brings up a very important piece of law, the treaty of Farixen. Created by the salarians and asari during the early days of the citadel to limit the creation of dreadnoughts. It was created in hopes to limit the usage of these weapons and push future members to look for more peaceful solutions instead. The original limit was a 4:2 ratio, with member species being able to create four dreadnoughts and associate members creating two for every four made.

However that changed when the krogan rebellions occurred. After the rebellions the turians were granted a seat on the council as well as becoming the de facto military arm of the citadel. For this they changed the ratio to 5:3:1, for every five dreadnoughts the turians make the asari and salarians can make three and everyone gets one. Breaking this rule can force the guilty nation to either pay heavy fines to citadel and forces the citadel to make routine inspections to avoid another incident."

"Sir! Does the treaty make any rules about how long ships can be?" One of the people asked.

"Indeed it does. The hard limit is 2km long but in reality no one ever builds them that large; The largest ship, the destiny ascension, is only 1.8km long and there has never been another like her" The instructor replied.

"Is there any reason sir?" Izuku asked.

"Economics. It already cost billions of credits to make one dreadnought 1km long and it takes millions more to keep active, you need ezoo, rare metals, and slough of other supplies to keep it running. We can make a 2km long ship but it will be the biggest waste of taxpayer dollars" the instructor replied. "Now if we don't have anymore questions we can begin with the most important part of combat and something all members of the navy need to know. Heat is the killer of battles."

Izuku and the rest of his class looked perplexed.

"When your ship fires it's gun or someone turns on the lights it always generates heat. In atmosphere that isn't an issue as much as the heat created is dissipated quickly. In space it's a whole other issue, since there is no atmosphere heat tends to dissipate slowly meaning it is a whole lot easier to turn a ship into a makeshift oven.

To get rid of the issue ships need to vent heat through radiators. The red lines you see on our ship? That's the radiators. Problem is that when in combat their effectiveness drops and battles turn into endurance rounds. What matters is how long you can last before you need to book it, that is what battles are and why they rarely last for so long" The instructor explained.

"Now if you turn to page 82 we can start with—"

xxx A Few Weeks Later xxx

"What are you doing Izuku?" His roommate asked above him.

"Filling out a form" Izuku answered as he finished up the last of his digital paper work. It has been weeks since he had entered into boot camp and he had learned a lot about the alliance as well new skills to help him out. To be honest when he first started out he feared that people would treat him differently due to his quirkless nature. But his fears were wrong, no one cared and not once they did ask for their quirks or teach them how to use it.

Another difference from his time. Teaching kids to utilize their quirks at a young control had become a crime with many claiming it to be one step away from child soldiers. Sure they taught kids how to control their quirks and not lose control but actually teaching them to use for combat became illegal. Now most people who learn to use their quirk for combat purpose were military personal.

Plus having constant access to quirk suppressants and quirk destruction weapons greatly diminished their overall effectiveness.

"So where are you going to go after this? I heard that Michael and Pablo were thinking of going into Quirk combat class, personally I want to go into combat specialist camp. You thinking of going to combat engineering school? I seen you use your omni-tool I bet you will be a great fit in there" his bunkmate offered.

"Well combat engineer is my fall back plan, I'm trying to apply for N-school" He answered.

His bunkmate nearly fell off his bed as wide eyes stared back "N-School!? You got to be crazy Midoriya there is no way they will take a new recruit right away. I heard you need at least five years of experience before they even start looking at your resume."

"That's not the case, anyone can apply for N-school as long as they are part of the military" He read up the recruitment process before hand and never did they request for previous experience. Anyone could sign up as long they were part of the military it was just that experienced soldiers and officers signed up at all.

"B-But why would take a new guy that just came out of boot camp. Look I'm not saying that you can't join but everyone else joining is going to be way more experienced than you are and probably more likely to get accepted. Plus that training would destroy you, thousands of people join daily but only a hundred ever make it through screening and the first week!"

He wasn't wrong, N-school was notoriously known for its brutal training and high standards it demands from its recruits. The first week alone has kicked more people out than any other branch of the military. And it only got worse as you climbed up the ranks. The very best of graduates, the N7's, could be counted with your fingers alone.

People didn't look down on those that failed either, it was a honor to be even accepted at all and many who failed tended to go on achieving higher ranks in different branches of the military. So as long as he made it in he could almost be assured getting any other position in whatever field he choose.

But that wasn't his goal.

"Trust me when I say I think I can get in ... I think I know someone who can help me there" he didn't explain anymore not matter how much his bunkmate bugged him. After a while he left the barracks and watched as the sun was just starting to set. Opening his omni-tool he scroll down his contacts list and found the person he wanted. A few seconds passed before he heard a very familiar voice.

"David Anderson speaking, do you know what time it is?" The man groaned. He could hear the shuffling of blankets.

"Hey Anderson ... It's me, Izuku Midoriya. We meet before"

"Your the kid that got frozen. I did not know you got my number" the man snapped his finger. He thought their first meeting would be the last time he saw the kid.

"I asked my agent to get your number. I've been thinking about what you said for a long time and I've recently joined the alliance marines. I will be graduating in a few days" said Izuku.

"That's great to hear son, is that all you called me for?"

"No, there was something else too. I was ... I'm applying to N-school and I wanted your help into getting there" he explained.

"And your going to be applying right out boot camp? Son I don't want to be harsh but maybe you should come back when your a little bit more experienced. N-school is harsh and even I struggled to get through it, most people don't make it out the first week."

"Trust me I know Anderson but I want—need this. I've been training for this moment for three years. Besides, I remember you telling me to call you if I ever make into the alliance" said Izuku.

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...

...

"Heh, even I forgot about that ... are you sure you want to do this? There is no going back if you agree"

"I am sure"

"I'll make the call"

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Rio De Janeiro was dotted with many massive mountains

He tightened his hold on his duffle bag as the shuttle began moving away from the city and to the mountains that dotted the area. He remembered the stunned looks on his classes face when instead of taking a bus he took a shuttle that went straight to the villa, the training academy for all N's.

His bunkmates face was the best one.

The villa itself ... he had no idea of. The exact training done was kept off civilian side of the extranet and even looking around he found no sources. All that he knew was that they did training sceneries similar to what real life soldiers deal with and for what that was he had no idea.

There were other people on the shuttle as well, three to be exact. Two males and one female. The first guy had a bear head while the female had feathers around her arms. No one made small talk. Returning back to the window he saw the shuttle take them landing pad were other shuttles were dropping off their recruits. Everyone got out when it was their turn.

There were hundreds of other people were here and some were talking to each other. A air horn stopped the talking as everyone turned to see a armored man standing on scaffolding with two guards on each side. They had had the N6 emblem on their armor.

"WELCOME RECRUITS TO THE VILLA. My name is Sergeant Lopez and I am the man in charge of making you all into something useful for the alliance or get you out of here before you embarrass us to the rest of the galaxy. You must think yourself as special since you got here. Well your WRONG, just because you look good on paper means jack shit to me.

You aren't good until I say your good and if you have a problem there's a dirt trail you can take. You all must be thinking 'where do we start our training Sargent' and I am here to say your first job is to get to the villa" the man pulled out a M8-Avenger and shot one of recruits. As the bullet hit a part of him was enveloped by a glowing orange light.

"Five shots, that is how many rounds are needed to put a persona down for good if your aim is shit. If any of you get more than five rounds than your automatically kicked out. Your objective is to follow this trail in front of me to the villa, get to it before the night and than your real training starts. Just know that none of us will be playing nice" Sargent Lopez.

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"Well what are you waiting for? MOVE!"

And Izuku did, no matter what they threw at him he will become a N7