Galaxy Angel: Reloaded

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Chapter 4- Ahead on our Way!

Tim had returned to the main room, Normad still lying on the floor. He was followed by the rest of the gang after a few seconds.

"So..." Tim started, knowing he wasn't going to get an answer to what he was about tio ask, "What kind of weapons you people use?"

All of a sudden, Forte pulled out a bunch of guns. Tim's eyes widened as he said, "Ohh... so that's how it works around here, eh? The only one of us with a weapon like those would be Kirip-san."

Kirip-san then showed off his shiny, quin-cannon bowcaster. A laser weapon capable of firing multiple shots in once blast, in the general shape of a crossbow. "That's right. We may not fit around you people. We're generally sword people."

"Swords?" Forte inquired.

Joe, without hesitation, opened his trenchcoat to reveal a dai-katana, hidden beneath the coat. Tim, however, would not show his weapon.

Forte was a weapon nut, after all, so she asked Kirip-san, "How does that work?"

Kirip-san, being his normal, hyper, not-thinking-about-stuff-before-he-actually-does-something self, fired a blast from the weapon straight forward. Everybody jumped away in fear of the blasts... except the one who wasn't able. Normad took five direct hits from the bowcasters spread laser weaponry.

"Hey, I like this kid already!" Forte declared giving him a pat on the back.

"Barbarian Beast." Normad muttered under his breath.

Tim sighed and declared, "Enough about artillery. I just want to know what we're supposed to be doing. Don't we have some kind of job?"

"We are recieving a message from Colonel Volcott as I speak." Mint announced.

Wow... how convenient.

Tim rushed up and took the seat. Colonel Volcott appeared on the communicator. Tim waved, and Volcott said, "Wow. You're there already?" and Tim replied, "You underestimate us, Volcott." Volcott chuckled and said, "Well, I'm glad you're there. We really need you now."

Joe and Kirip-san inched their ways up to close to the communicator. "What kind of crap are you gonna make us do? Babysitting these..." Joe was saying until Kirip-san kicked him in the face, and Kirip-san said, "As Joe was saying, we are very happy to be working with your team. If you have an assignment for them, we will be glad to assist, sir."

Volcott chuckled briefly, but then sighed. He started, "It so happens that I do have an assignment for all of you. It seems that an alien species from a planet that has since not been discovered has been making various strikes on trading caravans and fleets travelling through space." "Wait!" Tim interrupted, "Do you have a picture of thier ships?"

Volcott nodded and said, "Certainly." A picture of one of the ships appeared on the screen. It was none other than the mysterious assassins that had attacked them earlier. Tim's expression turned to pure seriousness. He asked, "Colonel. What assignment would you have us do? I believe it will not be long before these mysterious forces begin to attack land bases."

Volcott nodded and said, "Our intelligence indicates that a small fleet of these mysterious attackers is massing somewhere around... here..." as he said this, a map of the galaxy appeared, and an area was indicated.

"I see why they want us to do it. That's right near here." Tim affirmed.

"We don't expect you to wipe out thier fleet. We want you to approach them and see if terms are negotiable." Volcott explained. The reaction was absolutely chaotic. Negotiation? The only one who found the proposal reasonable was Kirip-san, being an alien himself.

Vanilla had just exited her room. They had nearly forgotten her.

"Do your best. I have to stay here for the next month. I trust you three can take good care of the Angel Brigade for me?" Volcott said.

Tim nodded, and Volcott signed off.

Tim turned his chair around and asked, "So... how do we go about doing this?"

There was a grand silence.

Tim sighed, and then heard from Milfeulle, "Oh! I know! I know! Pick me!"

Tim said, "Uh... okay? What is it?"

Milfie cheerfully said, "We go and ask them if they want to be our friends!"

-.-;

Tim said, "Interesting... but your idea just isn't practical. But! Positive recitation is noted. Any other ideas?"

Vanilla stepped up and said, "We shall see what our prescence causes."

Tim looked at her, very interested. He said, "You don't talk much, but... that's only because you only say anything if it's worth it." He stood up and announced, "We do as Vanilla says. We will merely go to them, and guage thier reaction. If they attack, we know these things aren't up for negotiation. If they do not attack us on sight, we know there will be room for negotiation, and we will contact higher authorities in order for these unknown attackers to negotiate terms with people who matter."

Everybody looked at Tim shocked, "How did you get all of that our of what Vanilla just said?", they said.

Tim shrugged and said, "Didn't you?"

-.-;

Tim spun and yelled, "Okay! Valhallan Team and Angel Brigade, let's mosey!"

To be continued...