-Chapter 5

A/N: I can't thank those who left your wonderful reviews enough! Also, to those who ask me questions about what will happen, it makes me feel all special, heheheh... uh oh yeah *coughs*.


Tsuki Koumori, first I'd like to say thanks for leaving such a cool review, and second -I'd like to help answer your questions. Yes, I've read both the mangas -and I don't really have a clue about what happens in the end of the second manga. @_@ Um... but lemme see... I think the police officer worked for Medical Mechanica -and wanted to kill Naota because he almost did MM in (in the first one, they see him in the window of the hospital and Haruko calls him the .

And on a small note, this fic doesn't include what was in the end of the manga, plot wise, it just uses all the ideas and info about the war going on in space, y'know? (if i tried i'd go insane and have to stop writing fanfics...) And now.... on to Part II!

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PART II


The hum of the Vespa's motor seemed to be so loud it deafened her. She was running away... something she never thought she would have to do. So many things went wrong... how could she have let that happen? It wasn't supposed to turn out that way... She slammed her right fist against the handle bar. Damn them! Those bastards! She fought off the urge to cry... for frustration, for sadness, for that look in Naota's eyes as the door shut behind her...

Those fucking bastards! What the hell did they want with them?! She had an idea of why they wanted Naota -but what were they doing trying to capture her as well? She expected that they wanted to use him to utilize Atomsk's power -her power- again... or something like that. She didn't exactly know how. Maybe she was wrong before and they had captured Canti too -she was screwed if they had. But why? How would that get Atomsk?

Haruko had been going after him for years now... it was one of the reasons why she had first signed up with the Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood in the first place. Barely anytime later she had become one of the best fighters and N-O users in the entire force. She was First Class for a reason.

But what did MM have that would capture Atomsk again?!

As the hum of the motor continued, Haruko came to a realization. She desperately needed a plan. Aware of where that shuttle was headed -and why they had a shuttle in the first place(someone must have caught on to that she was on her way) she knew that she needed to formulate a plan on how to infiltrate Medical Mechanica HQ. She grunted with frustration at the challenge as the hum of the Vespa continued into space.



It was as if a whole guitar store had fallen on his head. Then the dull pain returned to Naota's arm and neck and he realized that this setup seemed strangely familiar. It was the same small cell he had been tossed into earlier. He was back here -however... something was different, the motor was no longer running. They had landed. The door to the cell was opened, as if because it was the devil to speak of it. He would have gotten up off the floor himself, but he couldn't really move his arms and legs... Wow, whatever they had put into that stuff was meant to REALLY take him out.

So, Naota was yanked up from the ground and brought to his feet. He was reminded of a rag doll. From there his arms were slung around a pair of shoulders and he was dragged from his cell. As he gained the ability to lift his head again, he looked to where exactly they were taking him. He had no idea. Then he saw them, the gates -which were now open to let people off. All of the events that occurred before he passed out returned to him in a rush -he almost wanted to pass out again.

The look in Haruko's eyes before the gate shut.

She had left him behind.

Suddenly, Naota regained the ability to control his limbs again -he turned sharply left and right, trying to break his arms free of their grip. This only earned him a prod in the back of the head with what felt like a gun. Discontented, he stopped. There was no point in trying to break free anyway. Then they stepped though the gates.

All the thoughts and ideas running though his head had disintegrated as his eyes met with the world passed the shuttle gates. There was no floor beneath him, it seemed like -then he realized that the floor was made of glass -or at least something that looked like it. The whole hanger was constructed of the same material- with high arcs that reached to the ceiling. There were five walls that shaped a pentagon, it looked like a bee hive for it contained smaller hangers in the walls. Some of the smaller hangers held identical shuttles... some not -save for the same symbol shaped like two M's next to each other. The symbol for Medical Mechanica.

Beyond the floor below held the floors beneath them... all of which surrounded a pentagon shaped hole that seemed to reach down into a forever of gray darkness. There were tiny moving figures on each one... people. Naota could hardly believe how much it all was when his entourage began to move, which jerked him forward, and brought his attention to the direction in which he was being moved.

All was silent as they made their way to a passageway that lead out of the immense hanger. Naota looked about him, at the faces of the soldiers and guards that kept him in their view. They all had emotionless stern gazes that would not falter or look back at him. He had never in his whole life felt more alone.

The floor was no longer made of glass in the passageway that led to an elevator that they took. It stopped shortly and they stepped out onto a wide carpeted area. It was very clean and tidy -nothing seemed out of place, not even the people walking around there. Some were human, others robots -all official looking, walking around with purpose. The floor was carpeted and it was very well lit. He was quickly moved through this level, and before he knew it they were in another elevator. This one had glass walls, and for a short moment he felt ill with the feeling that he was falling as the elevator descended to the lower levels. Each of them were identical it seemed, with halls and rooms that led to offices and other rooms.

It seemed as if they had been descending for hours when they abruptly stopped -jarring Naota to being aware of his situation again. A shiver ran down his spine. One of his guards moved over to the side of the elevator door and typed in some kind of password into keypad, the proceeded to place a finger on a black space beneath it. For a short moment -he caught sight of a bar-code like tattoo on their finger. His heart fluttered -where were they going? What were they going to do with him?

After the guard finished with the keypad, the elevator continued it's decent. It became very dark, as Naota could only see small lights illuminating thier path downwards -and hallways across the pentagon shaped gap. He could hear heavy machinery and the hum of computers now... but then it suddenly stopped and their movement ceased.

Naota's arms were once again seized by the guards as he was dragged from the elevator. The lighting was more dim down here, and the floor no longer carpeted, but made of cold metal, reflecting the small lights glow. He was shoved along into doorway not too far from the elevator door. The layout was familiar -it was a sickbay. From there, most of his entourage exited -a few remained there, watching him. He was tempted to ask what?' when someone in a nurse in a white lab coat walked over to him. We'll need some samples... It was a robot with audio capabilities. If you'll follow me. it spoke in an androgynous voice as it led Naota over to an examination table, reading off of a clipboard. Not really having a choice, he sat down on it. Please remove your shirt. The doctor will be with you shortly. He did so, and waited. The guard were still watching him, and it was unnerving.

A man, also in a white lab coat, walked up to Naota, and proceeded to set out some medical tools and supplies. He caught sight of a few syringes and cringed. Curiosity eating away at him, he couldn't have helped but ask, What are those for? To his surprise, the doctor responded. One is for your blood sample, another is for your space serum. The thing next to it is for your blood pressure, and the small light is so I can check to see if your pupils dilate. I've heard they did quite a number on you on your way here. The doctor said plainly, placing the blood pressure band around Naota's arm. What do you mean? he asked back -why was this guy so willing to talk to him? Might as well take advantage of it.

That tranquilizer was meant for someone with much more active power then you. Naota could feel his pulse under the band as it grew tighter on his arm. This statement confused him, but he was afraid of pushing his luck with another question. Fortunately, the doctor continued. It isn't wise to injure you now, we're so close to our goal... At this, Naota felt he had to ask another question -for he believed that the doctor hadn't realized he had spoken that aloud. Maybe that was why he was given better then regular prisoner' treatment at the station. Why do you need me healthy?

So we can complete this experiment.

What experiment? A block of ice ran down Naota's back.

The syringe of space serum' was held up in his view. He wanted to ask another question. Hesitantly, he spoke up once again. What's this supposed to do? The doctor, seemly paying more attention to the sharp implement in his hand, responded. It's to make you're body more adapted to life here.



Where are you from?

... Earth.

There you go.

And Naota felt the sting as the needle penetrated his inner left arm. It felt like ice had seeped into his veins as the serum entered his blood stream.

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I dunno, but I keep picturing the doctor as one of the doctors from Gundam Wing(they're ugly old men). Anyway this story is far from over, and the next chapter is on it's way! Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!