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2nd Disclaimer: I'm going to be adding a new government for the Atlantic Federation based on another form of Democracy found in Robert A. Heinlein's bestseller, "Starship Troopers", the book, not the movie.
Note: GVO and I are currently engaged in a competition to see you can write a better Gundam SEED (Destiny)/Robotech (Macross) crossover. For those who read, please be sure to check out both stories so we can determine who is going to win this competition. I would like to thank you in advance for reviewing both stories. Thank You.
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Another note: I really can't convert measurement all too well. Math is a strong subject, but its really basic math that came easiest to me, so I'm planning on a math class in college to correct that problem, but that isn't for about several months from now, sorry for any confusion.
"Robotech: Gundam Chronicles"
Chapter One: "Firing First, by Accident"
Personnel Barracks (Bachelors), Macross Air Base, Macross Island, South Atari Island Chain, South Pacific 1,273 miles (not exact; guessing; if you now please let me know) west from the continent of South America
February 12th, year 80 of the Cosmic Era
Lieutenant Commander Roy Fokker of the United Nations Aerospace Defense Force reviewed the personnel and personal files of his latest batch of pilots. He frowned rather pointedly at some of the names and the almost non-existent experience they had. These pilots would be forming his 3rd and 4th Elements and he did not like it. Luckily, the names of the Element leaders did meet his approval, such as Top Gun Reds Shiho Joule and Ranma Mikigawa, both formerly of the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty, ZAFT. He then noted two names from the Orb Union and one from the Kingdom of Scandinavia, the three were top aces no less, but were also little known soldiers, which pleased Commander Fokker.
"No egos, but I have to watch out for these two from ZAFT, but are somewhat famous," he said.
"You say something Roy?" his fiancée, Captain Claudia Grant of the United Nations Marine Corps, asked.
"Nothing, I just decided to go over a few things about the reformation of my squadron. They're sending mobile suit pilots, aircraft pilots, and mobile armor pilots to refill my squadron. A lot of'em are going to have ego problems or are newbies with maybe a few second skirmish under their belts," he responded, putting away the files and going into Claudia's room.
Claudia had been dressing for their date tonight, but when she saw Roy just standing there with a certain look, all plans for going out went out the window. The two were thankful that Claudia's roommate, Lieutenant Commander Lisa Hayes had the night shift that night.
February 14th, 80 CE
The tenth year since the arrival of the SDF-1 Macross and its re-launching under the flag of the United Nations of Sol Space Forces
LTCM Roy Fokker stood proudly; his ZAFT-style cut blond hair combed to give the air of responsibility and proper military high gene. He stood in his grey and black trimmed flight suit, a flight suit characteristic of the Skull Squadron, 1st Element. His shadowed skin, a result of the battlefortress's arrival, made him stand out from the blue and white paint scheme of the mighty ship that sat behind him. Then the 3rd Element of the UNADF's VAF-233 Lightening Hawk Demonstration Squadron thundered overhead, their planes painted in true UN fashion blue and white, but with a touch of red, to mimic the famous GAT-X105 Strike PS coloring scheme. Giving a crisp salute after he had been introduced, LTCM Fokker then went on to talk about the how the new VF-1 Valkyrie came into being, save for the highly classified information, such as certain secret facts about the aliens.
"The VF-1 Valkyrie is the latest fighter design, that is transformable and has replaced most fighter and mobile suits for atmospheric combat. Also, take note that this design has other benefits that enables it to be a replacement for the older generation of mobile armor. It has done so well, only we can't stick a wire or wireless gunbarrel of any type on it, which means the TAS-12H mod. 00, better known as the Hellcat Zero, the latest model of the Zero Mobile Armor line, will be with our forces for quite some time."
People began to digest and hold onto this information as LTCM Fokker called everyone's attention to the Lightening Hawks next move.
"Now please keep your eyes on planes 2 and 4, flying at 400 miles per hour (mph), at only 80 feet above the ground, they were pass with-in seven feet of one another, such feats are possible, but are extremely dangerous and often lead to collision, but with the use of Robotechnology, such a feat can, if fact, become quite common, though not too common due to the required skill needed."
It was then, he noticed the crowd were not only paying attention to planes 2 and 4, but something else as well. He looked up and saw a familiar red and white little fanjet stunt plane fly in between the two fighters, causing both pilots to pass it at only a few inches to spare. Roy Fokker knew only one man had such the audacity to pull a stunt like that and regretted teaching him so much about stunt flying.
"Rick! Is that you Rick Hunter!" knowing what the answer would be.
"Roy old buddy, how've you been? I heard you made Lieutenant Commander now!"
"Rick Hunter, get that piece of scrap heap out of here now before I come up there!"
The crowd found the whole affair comedic. They couldn't help, but laugh at the young officer's problem. The banter back and forth only served to cause them to get stitches and the children to find higher ground.
"Rick Hunter! IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON…" the bottom half of the microphone stand slid off and Roy had to stop yelling and grab it. After putting the upper half back in place, he noticed the crowd laughing at the hysterics going on. He whispered something to someone off stage and the mic was now radio ONLY.
"What are you trying to do buddy? Make a perfect fool of me?"
"Nobody is perfect Commander."
"You haven't changed a bit.Well this isn't your father's amateur flying circus, my pilots are real pilots."
"I'm going to have to make you eat those words Commander."
Roy saw the stunt plane come diving in and as he was inquiring as to what Rick was about to do, he and the crowd ducked down, as Rick used the momentum to shoot up in pursuit of the Lightening Hawks, using a booster climb. He caught up to the Lightening Hawks and past them, just as a VF-1 Valkyrie with Orb Union Royal Guard markings caught up with him and left him in the dust!
The crowd went wild at the impromptu air stunts pulled. Though Rick was trying to show up the great "ace" that had out preformed him. He pulled all kinds of maneuvers to outperform the pilot, but the pilot meant him move for move and then a lot more. Finally, Rick knew he was too low on fuel and had to concede the match against this "ace." The pilot followed him in. As the two planes came to a rest, Roy Fokker launched himself from the stage, still holding the microphone stand and leaving half of it behind him.
"Excuse me folks!"
As Rick pulled off his headgear he climbed out of the plane, not upset, but thrilled that someone could match him and beat him. He always sought a challenge and here he found one. He had just climbed down and greeted a running Roy, when Roy stopped and started to yell at him about why he did that, if he had a death wish, and where he learned those moves, somewhere in between threw the upper half of the microphone stand and the microphone to the ground, though people could still him yelling through it.
"Relax Roy, it was just a simple booster climb, you taught me yourself when I was just a kid."
Roy was about to grab Rick's arm when a female voice spoke up.
"Not bad flying, but your why out of your league kid flying against the Royal Guard."
"Repensentive Athha Zala, Ma'am!" Roy snapped a perfect salute, as did all the other service personnel in the immediate area.
Rick's eyes grew wide as he took in the young woman, her matching golden blond hair and golden amber eyes, a pert face, a strong, but pert nose that stood just a couple inches taller than him. Her shapely figure and bountiful assets given even greater prominence by her form fitting flight suit and the small gold and silver amber/jade wedding ring on her left hand ring finger. It was really her, a person he idolized for standing up to Zala, Azrael, andall the restduring the Valentine Unification War.
Rick was in truth, part of a reserve fire brigade back in Northern California, so he snapped a fireman's salute, which was similar, but at the same time completely different from military salute. Cagalli Yula Athha Zala recognized the salute of the 43rd District Reserve Fire Brigade, Sacramento Region, California, Atlantic Federation. She then briefly recognized the young man from one of the training platoons.
"I remember you now, from a visit to the Atlantic Federation. You're from the 43rd Sacramento District Reserve Fire Brigade, I'm sorry all I caught was Rick?"
"Reserve Fireman 1st Class Rick Hunter of the Lodi Reserve Fire Brigade, 3rd Platoon. As all young men and women are doing by order of the new Federal Council Government, I had volunteered for the fire service."
"And all I heard about was his winning an amateur flying competition last year," Roy grumbled about under his breath.
"I've won the competition eight years in a row now," Rick grumbled back.
"Thank you for at least putting him in his place, Ms. Zala. I'm afraid without the occasional blow to his pride, his next reckless stunt might not just get him killed."
"Yes, but I'm afraid my brother or even Captain La Flaga would do better than I did. I think I just got him more riled up."
"We'll talk about that, excuse usma'am."
"Ask him to join, we need all the pilots we can get for the next war."
"I don't mind not having the franchise."
"Come on, we need to talk," Roy dragged Rick away.
Ledinor Kiska was as furious as always at the stunts that Cagalli had pulled. She squeaked a bit when he pulled her over to the car waiting to take them to their temporary quarters. He began to chew her out, while the driver listened with a smile on her face. Anyone would when they saw the legendary Princess of Amber Fire from Orb, getting chewed out by her father figure Ledinor Kiska. Still, Lunamaria Asuka drove on not daring a look back, but happy as could be at the moment.
In the jeeps behind them came the rest of Cagalli's personal group. In the others were several Royal Guardsmen, Dearka and Mirillia Elmsman, and Yzak Joule. There were also members of her support staff as well as several other Orb UNS Reps and some of their staffs. Cagalli's husband and brother were in space with the reconstituted 8th Lunar Fleet under the command of Rear (Upper Half) Admiral Murrue Ramius. They were in fact, aboard the UNS Eternal with their machines Infinite Justice and Strike Freedom and a full squadron of SF-2 Lancer II Starfighters. Aboard the flagship of the 8th Fleet, the UNS Archangel, sat a full complement of Hellcat Zeroes and Lancer II's. The ship also boasted a full mobile suit contingent of GAT-X105A1 Strike mobile suits.
The rest of the fleet was made up of Archangel-Class Assault Carriers (count 3, plus flagship), Halberton-Class Battleships (real deal battleships; count 4), 7 Lexington-Class Battlecruisers, 10 Nelson-Class Heavy Cruisers, 11 Junius Seven-Class Light Cruisers, 7 Heliopolis-Class Cruisers, 27 Nazca-Class Destroyers, 33 Drake-Class Frigates, 22 of the new Oberth-Class Armored Missiles Escort Ships (AMES), and finally Armor platforms ARMD-05, -06, -09, -11, and -13 all five space carriers. Then there are the support vessels of various sizes and types ranging from supply ships to hospital ships, all matter of needed support vessels. Only the reconstituted 3rd Space Fleet and the rebuilt 7th Orbital Fleet in conjunction with the PLANT Guardian Fleet and Patrol Fleet rounding out the Top 5 largest fleets that the United Nations of the Sol System had.
The whole of humanity's resources were poured into building ships and heavy fixed defensive cannons. With over 8,000 seas going and space faring warships and military support vessels available or on the slipways nearing completion with more having their keels laid down. Early estimates are that by CE 100, an estimated 30,000 ships will be operating with additional 10-15,000 more on the slipways and additional 5-10,000 more with keels being laid down.
Though many call these estimates gross estimates and unlikely do to the loss of so many people during the Valentine Unification War. So Earth has only the 6,400 combat vessels finished and in service with additional 1,700 hulls to be completed by the end of the year. Though at the moment, only number crunchers are talking about the numbers, because at the moment no one needs to worry, which when they do need to worry, these smart number people can tell them what they have and don't have.
Which at the moment, Rick Hunter and Roy Fokker did not need to know and did not want to know. They were talking about this and that and drinking some good ole Coca-Cola. Though in Roy's case he was having Coca-Cola with Lime while Rick had Original Coca-Cola. They continued to talk as the robotic cola machine went to a young boy and a girl a little younger then Rick. The boy was screaming and begging for a cola, but the girl was saying no.
The boy tried to slip past her, but she stopped him, just as a truck went by, blowing the back of her skirt up, which she went to push down, thus allowing the boy to win and get a cola. Rick chuckled and walked over and paid for them both to have a drink. The boy was very thankful and the girl was a bit worried.
"You're going to have a stomach ache now Jason."
"I don't care, I just want my Cherry Coke!"
"Kid has good tastes, sorry about the trouble, but I saw you lost trying to stop him," Rick immediately blushed remembering the view he and Roy had gotten.
"Hehe, thanks, um…"
"Just looked up in time to see you push your skirt down and the boy get his drink," Rick added hurriedly.
"Um… Thanks, I'm Lynn Minmei," the half Japanese/Chinese girl said.
"Rick Hunter, Fireman 1st Class, Reservist, but not military, civilian. I'm from California and just arrived, perhaps you could show me around?" Rick asked, unknowingly mimicking Roy who was chuckling quietly to himself.
"Sure! Just let me get Jason back home. We live at the White Dragon Chinese Restaurant on 3rd and Main, see you around, Rick," then the two were off.
Rick took the time to study the two. Jason had sandy hair, but his eyes were a bit on the silver side. He was wearing a souvenir child's size flight suit similar to Roy's, but green with white trim. Minmei on the other hand was most likely already mature enough, 'Oh god! I'm thinking like Roy!' Rick thought. He still watched her go, and then a few Lightening Hawks did a low fly by and again, Minmei's skirt flew up exposing her panties, again.
"Hmm… I know that Claudia and most other girls would wear red, not yellow panties to go with a red dress, just for such an emergency," Roy said looking like the proud big brother he was.
"Knock it off Roy," but Rick continued to stare.
"Yes Rick, she is a Coordinator, though her mother is the Coordinator, her father is a Natural," Roy said, knowing who Minmei was, since he had been part of the detail to keep Jason's parents and Jason himself safe during the war.
"How do you know that?" Rick didn't like that Roy knew that kind of information.
"Jason is a First Generation, I was one of the guards that made sure he and his family were safe during the war," Roy said.
"Oh!"
"Also, Minmei lives with her aunt and uncle who are Jason's parents."
"They're not brother-sister?"
"Her folks didn't like the idea of her becoming a singer, you do know that there are still attempts on Lacus Yamato's life?"
"Actually I didn't know that, sad, the war is over."
"For many, not quite started either, that's why the UNSS is so strict these days on First Generation Coordinator births. They want to provide the necessary security to protect the family."
"At least Blue Cosmos and LOGOS lost the Atlantic Federation when the franchise was introduced."
"Hmm…. Yeah, brilliant really, to be able to vote, hold office, or even be an officer of the law, you have to first serve in the military a minimal of two years. Death penalties are not 20-year jail terms, but occur with-in a few months to a year and half at most. Add into that that corporal punishment is no longer "child damaging" and sponsored by the government as an alterative to Juvie and the Pen, only time will tell rather it's a flop or a success."
"Your child misbehaves, feel free to exercise the right to spank the child, but be warned, do not over do it or perform the act on a timely basis. Child protection laws are still there."
"Good impersonation."
"Thanks, either way, I think I'm going to see if see she has a boyfriend or not," Rick saw Roy shake his head; Rick had a small smile at how he managed to turn the tables.
"Want to give a shot at flying a VF-1D Valkyrie Trainer?" Roy said hoping to change the subject.
"You mean it Roy!" Rick actually wanted to try, he had a feeling the VF-1 was a very different machine indeed.
On the bridge of the SDF-1 Macross the girls known as the bridge bunnies were talking back and forth. Save for Rick Hunter's in flight ID check, there was nothing really going on. Marine Captain Claudia Grant, weapons controller, was sipping her coffee while taking pot shots at her friend and senior by rank, the newly minted full Commander Lisa Hayes UNADF, fighter controller and first officer. In the back of the command bridge behind the two women were Ensigns Sammie Porter and Kim Young and Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Vanessa Leeds, better known as the "Terrible Trio." One level below them was the Combat Information Center commanded by LTCM Jay Olson, who was about to take his break when radar two levels above the command bridge, commanded by Lieutenant (Senior Grade) Clara Rodriguez alerted CIC to spatial distortion about in Space Sector 219 Area D4. Both knew that had been where the Macross had come into Earth Space ten years ago. They alerted the bridge.
A senator from the Eurasia Federation was giving a speech about the pride of the UN Space Force, the SDF-1 Macross; about the hard work the citizens had put in building their city, and other high-class topics. Sitting next to the Captain of the SDF-1 was pop idol star Lacus Yamato. She noticed how the Captain was bored out of his mind.
"Long winded isn't he?" she asked in a whisper, she heard a light chuckle.
"Indeed, Mrs. Yamato, indeed," the Captain said.
"I do not believe we had a chance to exchange names, but you already know mine," she said.
"Captain Henryk Jozef Glovalsky, most people just call me Henry J. Gloval," the captain introduced himself.
They would have gone on, but a messenger arrived for the captain. Lacus heard everything, considering she was a music star and so almost canine-like hearing was definitely a bonus in her business. The captain stood, but noticed Lacus as well.
"A good chance to talk to my husband with the 8th Fleet. My songs are soon, so I would like to speak to him real quick?"
"Certainly, you can use the communications on the bridge. I understand you commanded Eternal during the war, it would be a nice way to keep the crew relaxed."
No one noticed Lacus leaving, but the senator did noticed Captain Gloval leaving. He tried to call out in vain, but then was told by one of his bodyguards that there was some trouble. He left as another officer, a Colonel General Ludwig von Heidelberg, from Germany in western Eurasia began to talk. No one noticed any difference, a form of euphonium had settled in which people believed that Macross Island was the safest place to be.
Gloval and Lacus arrived to a scene of chaos and confusion on the command bridge. Com. Hayes was trying to get all flights cleared from in front of the SDF-1, Major Grant was trying to override the weapons control system and the FCS, Ensigns Young and Porter were trying to coordinate with their counterparts and their commanders throughout the ship, and LT(JG). Leeds was on the verge of a nervous breakdown from trying to track where the ship's Main Gun, a high-powered Particle Reflex Cannon, was, and what, aiming at.
Then the twin booms split apart as the energy spike between them began. Then Major Grant tried to override the firing of the Main Guns by performing a manual emergency shutdown. She, Commander Hayes, and Captain Gloval quickly inserted their keys into the mechanism and turned on the count of three, nothing. Finally, Captain Gloval ordered the Main Gun shut down the hard way. A full crash of its systems was attempted, but everyone was locked out. Finally, people began to pull vital components out of their spots or rip them in two. The Main Gun still charged up to full power and fired.
900,000 miles out from where Junius Seven once was
Using the same axis of approach that the Macross used, a fleet of over 200,000 Zentraedi warships appeared from hyperspace. The Zentraedi are a warlike race, bred forhundreds of years by the Robotech Masters to be the perfect warriors. This all-male fleet was accompanied by a small flotilla of 342 Meltraedi ships, female warriors that are the special forces of the Tiresian Robotech Empire. The flotilla just simply accompanied their male counterpart fleet, simply out of boredom and lack of action.
As the massive fleet moves forward, the flotilla breaks off and settles itself dangerously near a group of UN colonial ships that immediately went silent when the massive force appeared. The colonial ships and their escorts, the 9th Intersystem Fleet move slowly in the direction of Luna Outpost, a planetoid that had been put into a gravity stable area in Earth-space to act as a lookout post and provide fleet protection from piracy and in case of alien attack, a forward base. Luna Outpost boasted two fleets, the 1st and 2nd Fleets and an improved Light-Wave Barrier.
The Zentraedi didn't notice the outpost or the colonial fleet quickly rush inside of it when the Meltraedi flotilla had just about been on top of them. The Meltraedi did notice though, but saw the Light Wave Barrier come to life. They decided not to report the sighting until necessary.
On the flagship, on the command bridge set high above the command deck and the CIC, Zentraedi Warlord Breetai looked over his men performing their duties with his one good eye. His adjutant, Exudore was also observing and confirming reports about their query. Then Exudore grinned and made a report to his commander.
"Sir, we believe that the battlefortress is somewhere on the third planet of this system, but we've picked up many stations and several fleets. At this time we do not know if they have detected us."
"That's good news for once, send a couple of scout formations forward, with two lead scouts."
"At once my lord!" an officer responded.
Lunar Outpost had already risen the alarm and troops poured out of their bunks and into their positions at all bases. Just as the two lead scouts had entered the 300,000-mile area from Earth and when the Main Gun fired. The two scouts ships never really knew what hit them. They were destroyed not far from where Junius Seven used to be.
"Look at that power, now we definitely know the ship is on that planet!"
"Yes, it would definitely appear so, but I would advise caution, it is a Robotech vessel."
Breetai growled at that piece of news, but gave the orders nonetheless. If anything, Breetai knew he could count on Exudore in a pinch, unlike many officers he knew. One particularly stood out and Breetai grimaced at the fact he had nearly been killed and his division lost because of that Back Stabber.
On the bridge of SDF-1, damage was already being repaired and Gloval was demanding that someone find that rumored battle bridge or evidence that would say it exists. Gloval then received the reports, but as he calmed, he knew what had happened. He began to laugh uncontrollably before spinning around and announcing his conclusion.
"It was so obvious! A booby trap of course!"
"A booby trap, sir," the two ranking females asked.
"Yes, when a military force retreats, it leaves behind hidden explosives and such to confuse and delay their enemy."
"What does it mean sir?" Lisa asked.
"It means that aliens that abandoned this ship left it with automatic defense system design to detect and destroy their enemies. I had thought that war might be a thing of the past," he pulled out his pipe and tobacco and a thing of matches.
"Captain Gloval!" Ensign Porter yelled.
"Yes Sammie, what is it?" he asked.
"No smoking on the bridge sir, its against regulations," she said sternly, while Claudia smacked her forehead, Lacus actually fell over, and Gloval looked stun, like a child with its hand in the cookie jar. So the captain put his tobacco and matches away, but held onto his pipe.
"I was just going to hold it, I wasn't going to light it," then suddenly, "Sound General Quarters Level One!"
"Aye, aye sir!" the females chorused.
Outside, alarms whined and klaxons wailed. Soldiers, sailors, airmen, all service personnel ran to their posts as a Level One General Quarters was sounded. The PA's boomed with "Man your battle posts!" NCOs yelled at their charges, officers barked orders, technicians ran left and right to where they were supposed to go, Mechanics man handled planes out onto the tarmac as ammo loaders loadedmunitions. In the hangers reserved for mobile suits and the new destroids, mechanics, technicians, pilots, and anyone else around ran to get their jobs done. Civilians were cleared from the few bases and ordered to the shelters. At one point a young Marine and tripped and knocked over a woman tech from the naval branch, who had been carrying the ceremonial wine for christening the ship. The bottle smacked against the hull of the ship and broke, signifying that the ship had been christened with the grace of the heavens.
People and service men and women heard that the bottle had been shattered against the hull of the ship and people gave a cry of triumph. The SDF-1 Macross was now a ship with the grace of the heavens. All foes beware of the mighty SDF-1 Macross. While back on the bridge. Captain Gloval decided to speak with Mrs. Lacus Yamato.
"Sorry Mrs. Yamato, I cannot allow you to call your husband, I'm certain the 8th Fleet will be fine."
"I understand."
"At the same time, I can't help you to get to a shelter, having more experience then Lisa, I would like you for the time being to ask you to be more First Officer and to show Lisa some of the ropes?" Gloval asked.
"Yes, that would be a good idea, considering that I'm actually in the Reserves, I guess that means an order, does it not?"
"Of course," Gloval smiled.
"Then Commander Clyne reporting for duty, sir!"
"I see, that way neither your husband or you end up in the brig, welcome aboard Commander Lacus Clyne," Gloval smiled again, he had an officer with experience now.
"Commander Hayes?" Lacus asked.
"Experience defines who has command when the ranks are equal."
"Thank You, your orders Captain?"
"First, I have the feeling our long range radar is out and second, we need to await orders…. So get yourself a uniform and report back for duty."
"Yes sir, Captain has the bridge," she said on her way out.
"She didn't have to… Oh wait, Captain, you didn't announce you had the bridge," Vanessa said and Gloval sank in his chair.
"Captain Gloval!" Kim called out.
"Yes, Kim?"
"The 7th Orbital and 8th Lunar Fleets have just made contact, but the 12th Guard Fleet has been almost completely wiped out."
"Stand by to launch fighters and mobile suits, bring sid-weez on line, prepare all main and secondary batteries," Captain Gloval then muttered a small prayer for the lost men and women, barely registering the 'Aye, ayes.'
Okay folks! Some asked me about sid-weez, so I'll tell you what it is. Sid-weez is actually the proper way of pronouncing CIWS, which is short for Close-In-Weapons-Systems. Current sid-weez caliber is 20mm, but in Gundam SEED its, aswe see, 75mm as well as the 20mm. As for spelling, I don't think I got it right.