Alright, so I have another interesting pilot idea for you.
So, a while back I did a Stargate: SG-1/Familiar of Zero crossover where Saito was a part of the SGC, creating a brand-new Saito instead of the one that we see in the anime/manga. This time, I wanted to do something unique. Different. What is different? I decided to make Louise a SPARTAN-III who will eventually return to her home after the events of Halo: Reach as she will become Noble Six. Unique, right? I thought so.
Rating: K+ - T for this pilot. It may be escalated to M due to disturbing imagery in a full release due to the horrors of the Human-Covenant War that she had to endure.
Disclaimer: I only own my laptop and my copy of MS Word. Halo belongs to 343i and Microsoft, Familiar of Zero belongs to Noboru Yamaguchi and those he licenses it out to. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
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"Talking."
'Thinking.'
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Two men stood in a room with darkened lighting as they examined the teenage girl in handcuffs sitting across from them. She had somehow managed to pull off the impossible as she managed to infiltrate one of the most highly secure installations on Earth. The pink haired girl managed to appear out of thin air inside of HIGHCOM in Sydney, Australia. The MPs in charge of reviewing the security footage were even more confused as one moment everything was fine, the next there was a bright off-neon green portal for less than a second, during said second the girl in front of them flew out before the portal closed.
Finally, one of the men decided to break the silence. "You don't know how much trouble you are in, do you?" he asked.
"Please state your name for the record," the other asked, his datapad ready to commence the search inside the UNSC and UEG databases for her records.
"My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière, and I demand to be freed immediately. Don't you know the weight that the Vallière family name carries?" the girl, now named Louise, demanded.
"Jesus, someone has a superiority complex," one of the men said, turning off the translator. "And one hell of a name too. Gives that ancient cartoon name, Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen, a run for its money."
The other man turned the translator back on. "You have absolutely no rights right now, miss." She looked at the man dumbfoundedly. "You trespassed in a secure military facility, every MP on duty had the right to shoot you on sight; luckily you being a child is what saved you today. In fact, you're looking at several felony offenses against both the UNSC and UEG, unless you cooperate that is."
"Felony?" she asked.
"A felony is a crime committed that can blacklist you for life, which is not optimal for someone of your age," the first man replied. "You wouldn't be able to get inside any prestigious university, get a respectable job, it could even cost you the love of your life."
"Playing her like a fiddle," the second man commented with the translator off again. "Also, I can't find a record of her in our systems, however, there is a Louise Vallière who died in one of the early outer colony attacks from the Covenant. Her record has huge amounts of ONI red tape all over it."
"What do you mean?"
"She went missing for a week but was later found by local police at an abandoned warehouse."
"My partner here tells me that you don't exist, or well your name doesn't match the biosigns we have on record," the first replied, turning the translator back on. "So, tell me, what makes someone like you steal a dead girl's name?"
"Dead?!" Louise shrieked. "What do you mean dead?"
The second man allowed his device to project a translucent image for the girl to see. "Meet the original Louise Vallière, born May 10, 2517, and died May 9, 2532 at the age of fifteen when the Covenant glassed the colony world of Vodin."
Louise leaned forward and saw the image of the girl who had her name. She instantly noticed that the girl looked drastically different from her. Like for example she had her hair tied up in a bun, the color of said hair was a chestnut brown, Louise, on the other hand, wore her pink hair long. The other key difference is that she looked to be of the same descent of that castle maid Siesta came from. "That girl stole my name!"
"How can the dead steal the names of the living when the dead have been gone for almost a decade?" the second man asked. "Seriously, if you can give me a damn good answer that'd be the second most interesting thing I've heard today."
Louise sat in silence. "I can't think of anything."
"Why don't you tell me how you got here? As we are at a loss at how localized Slipstream space travel can transport a single person without either ripping them to shreds or them getting lost in another dimension," the first man chimed in.
"I don't know," she simply replied.
"Tell us what you DO know."
She took a deep breath before taking her story. "I am the youngest daughter of the Vallière family. In our second year of the Tristian Magical Academy, we summon a familiar, a magical servant from another far away place that will obey our every order until one of us dies. There is a ritual that is performed in which we call upon our familiar to come to us, and for everyone before me, they did," she explained.
"But for you?"
She looked sad and pensive. "Nothing. I tried and tried, but nothing would happen. I asked if I could try again, amidst my classmates' jeering at me being worthless, while my teacher said I couldn't I ignored him and redid the spell. I must've mumbled a word of the incantation because the next thing I knew I was surrounded by your soldiers."
Both men sat silently as they went over their notes. "Just to confirm, what you said, when you say magic do you mean a force which is beyond your understanding or literal, honest to God hocus pocus?" the first man asked.
"Magic is real."
"Ok, then how do you perform it?"
She started patting down her body looking for something. "I would show you, but I need my focus."
"As in a wand or staff or something else of that nature?" the second man asked. The first looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What? I read a lot of fantasy books when I was a kid."
He turned off the translator once more. "Do we risk it?" he asked.
The second shrugged. "She would be hard pressed to get out of an ONI black site, especially since we're not even on a planet right now," the first answered.
"And if she DOES manage to get free?"
"What do you think the MPs are here for?"
The first man turned on the translator back on. "Very well. But be aware that any motions of escape will be met with deadly force," the first man warned. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a sealed bag that contained Louise's wand. He removed it from the bag and set it in front of her.
She took it carefully in her cuffed hands which were still shackled to the desk and incanted something that the translator didn't pick up. Apparently, it didn't have the effect she wanted as there was a small explosion. However, it was no bigger than one made by a cherry bomb.
"What was that?" the second asked as he coughed, his hands waving the smoke away.
"That was supposed to be a light orb spell," she admitted.
"But you ended up creating an explosion?" the first added as he took the wand away from her and placed it back inside the bag before placing it back into the pockets of his jacket.
"Yes," she answered.
The first turned off the translator once more. "This is interesting," he admitted. "ONI would love to get their hands on her if she can spawn explosions out of nowhere."
"Indeed," the second agreed. "We even strip searched her to ensure she didn't have any weapons or other equipment on her. She's clean."
"Maybe we should contact Halsey? She is always looking for more… specimens to improve her SPARTANs."
"We should leave her fate up to HIGHCOM, after all, we're just peons lower on the ladder than we really think we are."
The first sweatdropped, "Wow, you really have self-esteem issues, don't you?" He turned the translator back on. "Unfortunately, sweetheart, we don't get to decide what happens to you. That's up to our bosses to decide on." She seemed to wilt. "I wouldn't worry that much. I wouldn't be surprised if within the next few hours someone appears to make you an… offer of sorts."
"An offer?" she asked.
"I don't know what it'll be as neither of us have that kind of clearance."
She started to plead with them to remove the cuffs, but they ignored her as they stood up and walked out of the interrogation room, the door closing and sealing behind them. An hour later a man walked into the room wearing a uniform much different than the one the two men wore, by this time Louise had given up hope of escape.
He sat down and said, "Hello there, my name is Kurt Ackerman and I have a proposition for you."
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A different time, a different place.
Things in Halkgenia weren't great, especially for the Vallière family. This was especially so as they had lost her during the traditional, yearly ritual where students summon a familiar who will serve them as long as they live. Instead of summoning a familiar like was supposed to happen, nothing did. Then she tried in again in absolute desperation but instead of a familiar being summoned to her, she was pulled through the anomaly that a familiar would emerge from. Ever since then, she was never seen again. This was a year ago.
Things in the world of politics had drastically changed for the worst in most cases. Queen Henrietta had gone into a deep depression at the loss of her best friend. The Albion prince that Louise was engaged to had disengaged the arranged marriage and had married another shortly before his assassination. The Cromwell rebellion had been contained to Albion, but rumors from Tristian spies were that Cromwell was going to soon spring on neighboring nations. However, the question was not if, but when.
Two sisters stood on the sacred grounds of the Tristian Magical Academy. There was a reason they were there instead of any other place. The ground on which the school was built upon was an intersection of ley lines. This made it the perfect place for their operation.
"Sister, are you sure this will work?" Cattleya asked her elder sister, uncertain as could be.
Éléonore looked up from her work on the complex magical circle which she had just finished drawing into the ground. "I am as sure as Brimir is our founder," she replied.
"How do you know?"
"I feel in every bone in my body that our sister is still out there. That's all I need to attempt this."
"And if it fails?"
There was a pause, "It won't."
Éléonore stepped to the edge of the circle, drew her wand, and started to incant in a language thought to be long gone and dead. The only word that Cattleya caught was the word 'Brimir' in the entire string. The magical circle started to glow. At first, it was low level, but as Éléonore continued her string of words, it got brighter and brighter until it got to the point where it was as bright as the sun itself; so much so they both had to close their eyes else they get blinded. Éléonore had to focus on her chanting, but Cattleya could have sworn she heard what sounded like thousands of guns being fired as well as some other thing, and many, many explosions. This strange light and the sounds drew many students that were once attending classes outside. They gathered around the two sisters in a circle but stood far enough away to see what was going on.
Finally, there was an explosion of light and energy that expanded outward, throwing both Éléonore and Cattleya back a few feet and knocking down students that didn't see the energy wave coming. They got to their feet and looked on the site of the former magical circle. What they saw shocked and amazed them. In the center of the circle was a dirty, prone body of what seemed to be a knight in gray armor that had never been seen before; except that this knight was a girl. But just not any girl.
"Louise!" Éléonore shouted in happiness as she scrambled to her younger sister's side. She looked on to her sister and saw that she looked older, much older than she should be as she had been gone for a year. She looked battered as if she had fought for hours on end with no respite. There were cuts and burns on her face that she would have never had before she disappeared, even if she did have explosive accidents when practicing magic. Then there was the armor. It was far different than any knight's armor and much heavier; heavy to the point it looked impractical to use. There was a single gun next to her prone body that was the color of highly polished silver and looked nothing like the muskets that Queen Henrietta's guard used. It was different, more advanced even. The armor itself was scarred and pitted, in parts, the metal looked like it had been melted away. Louise's hair was no longer long like pink waterfalls but a cropped pixie-like cut that girls her age would have never gone for. "What happened to you?" she whispered.
Louise's eyes started to move behind her eyelids and began to murmur incoherent nonsense in a language that none of them recognized. "We need to get her to an infirmary," Cattleya stated, bringing Éléonore out of whatever funk she was in.
"Right," Éléonore agreed.
It took a lot of effort from multiple mages using levitation spells, but they were finally able to move Louise indoors. Meanwhile, the students looked on in confusion asking themselves, "Is that the Zero?"
To be continued…?
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Alright, another one knocked out. No numbered notes this time around.
So, you might be asking yourselves how I was able to crank this one out so quickly considering that I just published that HP/ATLA crossover idea a few days ago. Part of this is because the original document that this is written in was created way back in 2015 and I just had an idea that involved the Familiar of Zero anime once more and I remembered that I had this one partially written and I wanted to get this one done before I worked on that one. Well, worked on beyond the concept document (the opening statement of the idea so I can return to it later and know what I was wanting to do with it in the first place).
So, what do I want to accomplish with this fic? Well, I want a post-Reach Louise (as she is Noble Six in this fanfic universe scenario) to try and come to terms with coming back to Halkgenia after spending years in the future and in the UNSC, a society that while militarized is so fundamentally different that it clashes on so many levels. I want her to have flashbacks to those times in the UNSC and show how those experiences impacted her as a character. This type of story would take a long time to create due to the fact that I would have to plan for it all.
Will Saito be making an appearance? I don't know. Maybe I'll pull what I did in the FoZ/SG-1 pilot I did where Saito is a fellow soldier that tries to hunt her down (not in the Locke vs. Chief way, but just finding her). Who knows? This is just an idea that I had and I have plenty of time to think of a scenario where that just might work.
But that's all I have for now. Your thoughts on this one? Was it good, bad, or just interesting? Let me know down in the review section below, I do read all of them (no, really. They end up in my email inbox). Do remember to follow this story if you want to see more ideas from this little brain of mine and favorite it to let me know that you guys love what I'm doing in these even if the properties aren't all your favorites.
But until next time, hopefully, I'll see you all again then.