"" - normal speech
## - speech via radio transmissions, other electronic devices, etc.
** - Newtype or Psychic speech
'' – thoughts
[] – computer displays, messages, etc.
Chapter One – Take-Off
In multiple locations on Earth, the Divine Crusaders had established bases to deploy their varied forces from. Including the main headquarters in Tokyo Japan, the DC had operation bases in US Nevada, US Florida, Belgium, Ukraine, the Philippines, India and Costa Rica. At DC's Langley Base in Nevada, two DC soldiers were called in for a special mission.
Inside the main operations building, the two soldiers walked the gray corridors to the commander's office. The first was a very tall and dark-skinned woman of some obvious African-American descent. She wore a variant of the standard DC uniform: a mostly maroon jacket with the breast portion being black, and matching maroon pants and black boots. On the shoulders of the uniform hung twin decorative rings of golden metal. She had her dark green hair tied back with a white piece of cloth. Her topaz eyes gazed every once in a while at the few other soldiers who walked the hallways.
The woman's companion was a younger and shorter American man who wore an identical uniform except in the fact that it was mostly navy blue. His head was shaved clean of hair, yet his eyebrows betrayed the fact that he would normally have been a brunette. Wearing a cocky grin that seemed to suit him, he occasionally let his blue eyes wander to his lady companion's posterior. She spoke suddenly, causing him to snap his gaze forward in fear of her realizing his voyeurism.
"Philip, do you know why they called us in?" she asked simply without breaking a step.
Shaking his head, not so much so she'd see but out of habit, Philip replied, "Not a clue, Sera. But considering they pulled us off another mission for this, it must be pretty damn important."
Philip could see Sera nod at that. He was just as curious as she, and he wondered whether it had to do with the growing increase of monsters and aliens being reported. Aliens were so much a problem, since humans had encountered the Zentraedi decades ago, but real-life monsters would be quite a new threat.
Within moments, the two reached the door of Brigadier General Greg Harrison's office. As she opened the door, Sera announced, "First Lieutenant Sera Gilliam and Second Lieutenant Philip Rockfield entering, Sir!"
The two entered the brightly lit room, which was lined on both sides by bookcases and hanging portraits of famous and historic military people. At the far end, near the ceiling-length window, sat the fifty-six-year-old base commander, a fat cigar half-smoked gripped between his lips. Both Sera and Philip marched up to the large desk and stood at attention. Harrison nodded and said gruffly, "At ease, you two."
The two younger soldiers dropped the salute and waited for what Harrison had to say. The black man steepled his hands on the desk before him as he eyed the two of them before speaking. "I trust you both know about the current global situation, correct?"
"Yes Sir" could be heard from both of them. Harrison nodded again and continued, "Then you know that we have an unprecedented rise of the appearance of monsters, aliens, and anti-humanity factions. Not to mention the tyranny of the Titans and OZ are running rampant and unchecked."
It was not a question.
"To get to the point, Professors Zoldark and Shirakawa both have expressed the idea that we, the DC, need to establish an effective anti-invasion unit. You two are most possibly the best pilots we have here at Langley. I want you to be the vanguard of this unit," He said, puffing slightly on the cigar when he finished.
Philip spoke. "So, me and Sera will be the ones who're going to go around and collect the other members of this AI unit?"
"Exactly. Your first mission is to head over the Pacific to Japan and pick up the 'Getter Robo' and its pilots from the Saotome Research Institute. Then you'll return here. By then, we should have assembled some more pilots to join you. I'll explain more once you return," Replied Harrison.
Placing a hand akimbo on one hip, Sera asked, "What craft are we using, Sir?"
Looking at the contents of a manila folder on the desk before him, Harrison read off, "You'll be assigned a VF-11B Valkyrie fighter, Lt. Gilliam. Lt. Rockfield hasn't been trained fully in Valkyrie piloting, and will be assigned a standard F-28 Mesa fighter."
Philip opened his mouth to protest, but a glance at Sera and her expression shut him up. Harrison looked between the two before saying, "That's all. Go to it. Lt. Gilliam, you're in command for this mission. Dismissed."
With that said, Harrison made it a point to turn away from them as if to say, "I have nothing more for you, so leave." Sera caught the message and led Philip out of the office. The two went separate ways to suit up in flight suits at the respective locker rooms. Minutes later, they were walking through the corridors again. Sera's flight suit was a matching color of her normal uniform,
Philip let out a curse. "Dammit! A F-28? Why couldn't they assign us the new model RPT-007s?" he griped as the two left the building.
Sera took that moment to smack Philip in the back of the head. "Stupid. Can Gespensts fly? Didn't think so," She said matter-of-factly as she walked past him.
As Philip rubbed his head, he ran to catch up. "The original S-type could! All they hafta do is install working Tesla Drives in the Mark IIs!"
As they neared the main hangar, Sera countered over her shoulder with, "That's what the new Lion-type AMs are for! The military isn't going to waste money by making EVERY mecha we have fly!"
In the hangar, the two found that both the Valkyrie and Mesa were already prepped and ready. The base's chief mechanic, a portly man in his twenties, waved wildly at Sera.
"Hey there, Sera!" he called out, "We got your steeds ready to fly!"
Within moments, both Sera and Philip were sitting in their respective craft, running through the basic start-up that was imprinted in their minds from training and experience.
"Engines online. Flight controls, radar, communications, weapons system, all green," read off Sera as she flipped switches and pushed buttons on the control panels in the cockpit. She could see the mechanics move out of the way as the two fighters, her Valkyrie with a long violet stripe running along the white fuselage and his sky blue Mesa – both marked with the Falcon & Raccoon emblem that stood for them - taxied out of the hangar and onto the tarmac. Philip was also reading off the start-up checklist, although his tone was somewhat dull. "Tesla drive, quarter power. Control, do we have a clear yet?"
#This is Langley Control. Falcoon 1, Falcoon 2, you have clearance for take-off. Have a smooth flight.#
"Thanks, Control. Falcoon 2, take-off!" Philip called out, a little more enthused than before. The F-28's engines roared to life, and the blue fighter craft zoomed down the airstrip, before lifting into the air a moment later. Sera stared as Philip left afterburner smoke in his wake.
"PHILIP! You're supposed to wait for ME to take off first!" Sera yelled at him indignantly, "I'm going to kick your ass when we get to Japan! Falcoon Leader, take-off!"
She jammed the engine lever forward, and the Valkyrie quickly joined the Mesa in flight, and then passed it by as she took the leader position. The two fighters dwindled into the distance as Harrison watched from his office's window. As they disappeared, he walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. He dialed in a number before speaking.
"This is General Harrison. Patch me through to Major Somvold…"
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End Chapter One
---
This took longer than I thought. Had to re-affirm several things about Banpresto Originals stuff, but I think it all came through okay.
Next chapter you can expect, well, here's a hint.
"CHAAAAAANGE GETTER ONE!!!"
Time for some good ol' Super Roboty fun!
## - speech via radio transmissions, other electronic devices, etc.
** - Newtype or Psychic speech
'' – thoughts
[] – computer displays, messages, etc.
Chapter One – Take-Off
In multiple locations on Earth, the Divine Crusaders had established bases to deploy their varied forces from. Including the main headquarters in Tokyo Japan, the DC had operation bases in US Nevada, US Florida, Belgium, Ukraine, the Philippines, India and Costa Rica. At DC's Langley Base in Nevada, two DC soldiers were called in for a special mission.
Inside the main operations building, the two soldiers walked the gray corridors to the commander's office. The first was a very tall and dark-skinned woman of some obvious African-American descent. She wore a variant of the standard DC uniform: a mostly maroon jacket with the breast portion being black, and matching maroon pants and black boots. On the shoulders of the uniform hung twin decorative rings of golden metal. She had her dark green hair tied back with a white piece of cloth. Her topaz eyes gazed every once in a while at the few other soldiers who walked the hallways.
The woman's companion was a younger and shorter American man who wore an identical uniform except in the fact that it was mostly navy blue. His head was shaved clean of hair, yet his eyebrows betrayed the fact that he would normally have been a brunette. Wearing a cocky grin that seemed to suit him, he occasionally let his blue eyes wander to his lady companion's posterior. She spoke suddenly, causing him to snap his gaze forward in fear of her realizing his voyeurism.
"Philip, do you know why they called us in?" she asked simply without breaking a step.
Shaking his head, not so much so she'd see but out of habit, Philip replied, "Not a clue, Sera. But considering they pulled us off another mission for this, it must be pretty damn important."
Philip could see Sera nod at that. He was just as curious as she, and he wondered whether it had to do with the growing increase of monsters and aliens being reported. Aliens were so much a problem, since humans had encountered the Zentraedi decades ago, but real-life monsters would be quite a new threat.
Within moments, the two reached the door of Brigadier General Greg Harrison's office. As she opened the door, Sera announced, "First Lieutenant Sera Gilliam and Second Lieutenant Philip Rockfield entering, Sir!"
The two entered the brightly lit room, which was lined on both sides by bookcases and hanging portraits of famous and historic military people. At the far end, near the ceiling-length window, sat the fifty-six-year-old base commander, a fat cigar half-smoked gripped between his lips. Both Sera and Philip marched up to the large desk and stood at attention. Harrison nodded and said gruffly, "At ease, you two."
The two younger soldiers dropped the salute and waited for what Harrison had to say. The black man steepled his hands on the desk before him as he eyed the two of them before speaking. "I trust you both know about the current global situation, correct?"
"Yes Sir" could be heard from both of them. Harrison nodded again and continued, "Then you know that we have an unprecedented rise of the appearance of monsters, aliens, and anti-humanity factions. Not to mention the tyranny of the Titans and OZ are running rampant and unchecked."
It was not a question.
"To get to the point, Professors Zoldark and Shirakawa both have expressed the idea that we, the DC, need to establish an effective anti-invasion unit. You two are most possibly the best pilots we have here at Langley. I want you to be the vanguard of this unit," He said, puffing slightly on the cigar when he finished.
Philip spoke. "So, me and Sera will be the ones who're going to go around and collect the other members of this AI unit?"
"Exactly. Your first mission is to head over the Pacific to Japan and pick up the 'Getter Robo' and its pilots from the Saotome Research Institute. Then you'll return here. By then, we should have assembled some more pilots to join you. I'll explain more once you return," Replied Harrison.
Placing a hand akimbo on one hip, Sera asked, "What craft are we using, Sir?"
Looking at the contents of a manila folder on the desk before him, Harrison read off, "You'll be assigned a VF-11B Valkyrie fighter, Lt. Gilliam. Lt. Rockfield hasn't been trained fully in Valkyrie piloting, and will be assigned a standard F-28 Mesa fighter."
Philip opened his mouth to protest, but a glance at Sera and her expression shut him up. Harrison looked between the two before saying, "That's all. Go to it. Lt. Gilliam, you're in command for this mission. Dismissed."
With that said, Harrison made it a point to turn away from them as if to say, "I have nothing more for you, so leave." Sera caught the message and led Philip out of the office. The two went separate ways to suit up in flight suits at the respective locker rooms. Minutes later, they were walking through the corridors again. Sera's flight suit was a matching color of her normal uniform,
Philip let out a curse. "Dammit! A F-28? Why couldn't they assign us the new model RPT-007s?" he griped as the two left the building.
Sera took that moment to smack Philip in the back of the head. "Stupid. Can Gespensts fly? Didn't think so," She said matter-of-factly as she walked past him.
As Philip rubbed his head, he ran to catch up. "The original S-type could! All they hafta do is install working Tesla Drives in the Mark IIs!"
As they neared the main hangar, Sera countered over her shoulder with, "That's what the new Lion-type AMs are for! The military isn't going to waste money by making EVERY mecha we have fly!"
In the hangar, the two found that both the Valkyrie and Mesa were already prepped and ready. The base's chief mechanic, a portly man in his twenties, waved wildly at Sera.
"Hey there, Sera!" he called out, "We got your steeds ready to fly!"
Within moments, both Sera and Philip were sitting in their respective craft, running through the basic start-up that was imprinted in their minds from training and experience.
"Engines online. Flight controls, radar, communications, weapons system, all green," read off Sera as she flipped switches and pushed buttons on the control panels in the cockpit. She could see the mechanics move out of the way as the two fighters, her Valkyrie with a long violet stripe running along the white fuselage and his sky blue Mesa – both marked with the Falcon & Raccoon emblem that stood for them - taxied out of the hangar and onto the tarmac. Philip was also reading off the start-up checklist, although his tone was somewhat dull. "Tesla drive, quarter power. Control, do we have a clear yet?"
#This is Langley Control. Falcoon 1, Falcoon 2, you have clearance for take-off. Have a smooth flight.#
"Thanks, Control. Falcoon 2, take-off!" Philip called out, a little more enthused than before. The F-28's engines roared to life, and the blue fighter craft zoomed down the airstrip, before lifting into the air a moment later. Sera stared as Philip left afterburner smoke in his wake.
"PHILIP! You're supposed to wait for ME to take off first!" Sera yelled at him indignantly, "I'm going to kick your ass when we get to Japan! Falcoon Leader, take-off!"
She jammed the engine lever forward, and the Valkyrie quickly joined the Mesa in flight, and then passed it by as she took the leader position. The two fighters dwindled into the distance as Harrison watched from his office's window. As they disappeared, he walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. He dialed in a number before speaking.
"This is General Harrison. Patch me through to Major Somvold…"
---
End Chapter One
---
This took longer than I thought. Had to re-affirm several things about Banpresto Originals stuff, but I think it all came through okay.
Next chapter you can expect, well, here's a hint.
"CHAAAAAANGE GETTER ONE!!!"
Time for some good ol' Super Roboty fun!