Galaxy Angel: Reloaded
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 2- Team Valhalla
Team Valhalla had arrived on the space station, along with Forte Stollen. Everybody was waiting for them at the docks, interested to see what they had to say, or planned to do.
Everybody seemed to have thier own opinion of the team. Mint seemed the most serious. She stood there with a face that looked nearly angered. The reason for this, though, is because so many thoughts were running through her head, she could barely hold all of it in. She had to ask the team if they'd encountered those things before, or if they knew what they were, at least. Ranpha was the only one that seemed completely uninterested, or just bored. Milfuelle was acting overly cheerful. She was very excited that she'd be able to meet some new friends. Though her innocence did cloud her judgement. Nobody was sure if this team of renowned mercenaries would be looking to make friends. Vanilla, of course, stood there holding Normad with a blank face, so nobody was sure of her opinions.
Finally, Happy Trigger and the Valhallan's Emblem Frames docked at the station, where the Angel Brigade was waiting for them. Everybody hopped out of thier Emblem Frames. Forte went back to join with her team members, while the Valhallans looked around for a bit. Finally Joe said, "I hope the whole station doesn't look like this on the inside."
"You know full well how ugly docking areas usually are." Kirip-san interjected.
"You people are all idiots!" Tim yelled, and continued, "It seems introductions are in order. Also, I extend my thanks to Lieutenant Stollen for assisting us with the assassins outside."
"Assassins?" Milfeulle asked in a sort of timid innocence.
Tim sighed and continued, "What else could they be? It was probably just a few thugs from some gang boss we screwed over. This merc business can be more trouble than you think. Every once in a while you get a pretty bad job... but, it's how we earn money to live."
"Do you have any idea who they might be?" Mint yelled.
"Whoa! Not so fast, now! I don't even know your names... but if you didn't catch it at first, I am Tim Mazzola, Son of the High Elf of Asgard, Leader of the Valhallan Mercenary Team." Tim explained.
"I am Mint Blancmanche. I'm the smart one. Now tell me... first... what's a High Elf?"
The Valhallan Mercenaries started in disbelief at the question. They apparently thought the question stupid. Tim interjected, "Now, now boys. Remember, this girl's home probably falls under the jurisdiction of the Empire, unlike our own. I'd be happy to explain."
"We come from a planet far from here, where an ancient race called the Elves once lived. They had wondrous golden hair, luminous skin, and long, pointed ears. They built a vast civilization, spanning over the entire planet. The planet was governed under one ruler, the High Elf, which still lives on to this day, but today there are so few Elves that the line is hard to keep intact. Even Joe and I are not Elves. We are Half-Elven. Our father, though he is the High Elf of Asgard, had a human wife, and we were born Half-Elven, unable to inherit the title of High Elf."
Mint interrupted, "How come there are so few Elves now?"
"Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I told you... but we should retire to somewhere where we could at least sit down. I don't think this conversation is fit for a docking area."
"Okay! Come on up to the main part!" Milfie suddenly yelled in excitement. Apparenly Tim was the most social of the group, and perhaps he was looking to make some friends on this trip. Milfeulle thought, the more friends the better.
The group went up to the main conference room and sat down for a while to rest. A space battle in an Emblem Frame can be exhausting on the nerves... but Milfeulle was as cheery as ever. "I made some tea!" she exclaimed as she burst into the room, wearing an apron. She passed it around to the entire Angel Brigade and Team Valhalla. Though, Tim was the only one that said "Thank you." Tim was naturally well-mannered.
While they drank tea, Mint asked, "So... you were saying?"
Tim knew exactly what she meant and went on, "The Elven Civilization, as vast as it was, made some terrible enemies. It was discovered by a race that does not exist on our plane... I knew you'd have questions, I'll explain all of it. These creatures could not be seen, comprehensively, unless they had something on them, like Armor or equipment that existed in our 3rd dimension. The creatures themselves, however, were 4-dimensional. It was said that if one was naked, and you looked upon it, you were unable to focus. In some places it seemed perfectly normal... but looking at the creatures, the looked too little and too big... too wide and too thin... they appeared in our eyes as a solid, liquid and a gas. Some of thier skin looked like a sort of green, ashen lizard-like scale... while other pieces looked like a silver, sparkling melted metal... while some places looked like coal black smoke... even the sounds they made were like none you'd ever hear... like somewhat of a bird... but then a snake... or a wolf... or a lion... you couldn't focus upon one thing... and they would ravage you as you even started to begin comprehending what they were..."
"Ravage?" Forte asked.
"These... things... were enemies of the elves. They came to our planet not looking for alliance or assimilation. They came looking for conquest. They attacked in giant ships, and on land... the used strange technology that we knew nothing of... and they used that power to destroy almost our entire planet... until one day..."
Everybody looked on in excitement as he paused to take a sip of his tea, except for Joe who knew the story since he was a baby, and Kirip-san who had heard it many times.
"One day we elves stole that technology from them, and used it against them... it has been passed down from generation to generation through the line of the High Elven rulers... Mjollnir... My Emblem Frame."
"Those things made the Lost Technology!" Forte yelled in amazement.
"Your Emblem Frame saved your planet?" Ranpha interjected, finally seeming interested.
"I was just getting to that... uh..." Tim said, stopped, waiting for her name, and she said, "Ranpha."
"Yes, Ranpha, I was just getting to that. My Emblem Frame was equipped with a weapon that these strange beings were going to use to destroy our planet. When we stole that power, they went into a state of instictive desperation and activated some kind of superweapon... in Elven Legends, we call it "Ragnarok." The beings merged into one superbeing... a demon capable of destroying the entire galaxy... and maybe more. The rest is mere legend, but it said an angel descended from heaven, and gave it's soul to lead Mjollnir to the Rangarok, and then the soulless Angel somehow activated the secret weapon of Mjollnir, and destroyed Rangarok with it. The soulless angel came down to the Elves and said to the few Elves that remained that a new High Elf would be picked from amoungst the people, and from then on, decreed that Mjollnir will be passed down amounst the family of the High Elves. Though Joe is older than me, it is yet unknown to all of us why my father, the High Elf, passed Mjollnir down to me instead of my brother, but, I suppose he's fine with it. The technology used to create these weapons such as these was lost because the Elves feared it would make way to more pointless wars, which would take an abhorrent amount of lives. In modern times, the technology created by these horrid creatures is refered to as the 'Lost Technology.' But, that's your job. To study this technology, correct?" The Angels nodded in affirmation, and Tim continued, "So... what do you know about it?"
There was an akward silence. Nothing was said or heard for about a full minute, until Tim decided to break it an say, "... Do you know anything at all?"
All of the angels shook thier heads in negativity. Tim was shocked, which was easily visible in his face and asked, "Ummm... just... what is your job anyway?"
Everybody shrugged, except for Vanilla, who remained perfectly still, and after a few seconds said, "Nothing."
To be continued...
