A/N: So another week another chapter...How are we all enjoying Love Live Sunshine? I'm loving it! ChikaxRiko FTW! and that Dia beign a closet idol fan XD. So this chapter is a tribute to the new series, written after the first episode but just before the second so there wasn't (still isn't) much in the way of character development to go on. That is why this is basically a remake of LLS episode 1 in terms of most of the scenes and why it won't feature every character from Aquors.

N.B: they're all part of the 101st.

The girls of Muse Section return in two weeks time with a few filler chapters while I plan Operation Market Garden.


Muse Section Chapter 11-Omake: Aqua Squad

20th June 1944, US Army camp 'Uranohoshi', Near Carentan, Normandy.

Sergeant Chika Takami was bored. She'd been fighting on the frontlines for the two weeks, the 101st had been badly mauled over the course of the campaign but she'd somehow made it through the chaos of D-Day and the battles for Carentan and 'Bloody gulch'. When her request for leave went through she was ecstatic; especially considering that her oldest friend and squad mate Sgt Watanabe You would be joining her. But her celebration was premature, she wasn't allowed to go back to Britain for her week of leave: but Noooo she had to stay in Normandy in case of 'enemy operations' as they put it.

Chika Scowled she had no idea who 'they' were, but they were annoying. It was only the second day of her leave and she was already bored, the quartermaster had her helping with the assignment of new recruits and replacements, but that did little to alleviate her boredom. She turned up the radio hoping for something good like the Glenn Miller orchestra. Static filled her ears while she turned the tuning nob listening for the right frequency

"-enth Army continues its almost unopposed progress up the Rhone valley." Chika grunted at the upper class British accent of the announcer ugh more boring war news. The boredom was taking its toll her normally happy and lively personality had become deadened after a few days of this, this…Limbo even when weeks of intense combat hadn't stopped it.

"Hey Chika~. Anything good on?" Chika glanced up to see a familiar pair of blue eyes framed by a Brown-ish bob of hair, a green forage cap sat on top, lilted at an obviously non regulation angle.

"Hey You. Nothing I'm afraid, just more news." She sighed. At least she had You, the girl had hoped to join the navy but they were still living in the Stone Age and refused to let women serve, so Chika's lifelong friend put her hopes of captaining a boat on hold and joined the airborne with her friend.

The radio droned on about allied victories and propaganda stories: there was the brave Russian soldier who had beaten three tanks with his bare hands, the group of resistance fighters who had aided the Brits in the initial stages of the invasion and were now undergoing training to become formally part of the Free French army. The two girls listened disinterested gossiping about the usual things: which officer was the worst, who was the best, which privates were a nightmare to deal with.

"In other news Sgt Kousaka Honoka was today in London for her reception of the D.S.C awarded for her actions under fire on the 6th and 7th of June, where she commanding a group of only twelve soldiers defeated an entire German company and successfully completing, this was in addition to her actions outside the village of Manneils."

Chika sat bolt upright, the words floating lazily out of the radio, her eyes gleaming to the news it's her. "You turn that up!" Her old personality came back quite rapidly while she listened.

"Sgt Kousaka is the commanding NCO of Muse Section, a unit of the British Parachute divisions which became famous after their exploits in the closing Stages of Operation Fustian. Holding a key point against overwhelming odds the nine girls who comprise the section are now famous for their prowess in combat and their impromptu concerts that they hold when on leave or not in combat. Asked about the secret to her success Sgt Kousaka had this to say-"

Chika turned up the volume listening intently while the high female voice came onto the radio. The ginger girl closed her eyes, picturing the scene in her mind.

"-Really it's just a case of we trust each other, we're allowed enough leeway in combat so that we can implement the strategies that we feel work best. Then of course there's the fact that we all love singing together and we get on really well." The radio sounded with the posh British announcer again "The BBC has learned thanks to Captain Minami the Officer in command of Muse Section's parent battalion that the girls are accorded greater flexibility as a 'detached section' operating without officers and under the command of an NCO only, the first officers they have to answer to are only those at a battalion level."

"You-chan that's it!" Chika jumped up from her seat clasping You's hands in her own staring into her eyes, a huge smile plastered on her face. "That's what we need to do to be like them! If we become a 'detached squad' then we can become like the girls of Muse, shining so brilliantly above everyone else."

Chika proceeded to wander around the tent fangirling to herself, leaving You watching incredulous. You smiled over how her friend really admired the British squad. She'd been obsessed with all of them since she heard about them six months ago, and had been trying to find a way to connect with them ever since, she'd even started extra training in her spare time to 'become as elite as muse'.

There was just one flaw in Chika's plan.

"Chika-chan…" You spoke up interrupting Chika's fangirling "…our squad were mostly wounded at Bloody Gulch, apart from Kanan who might be able to return, we're the only ones left."

"No problem! I thought of that. We'll just recruit some of the newbies; god knows there are a bunch of them!" Chika watched, You hum and think for a second.

"That's true we may be able to do that..."

"So…come ooon let's get recruiting." Chika ran up to You grabbing her by the hand before she dragged her out of the tent into the overcast Norman weather.

"Wait! Hang on, Chika-chan!"


You glanced over Chika's shoulder at the piece of paper in her hand, a list of all the currently unassigned recruits. "I'm pretty sure this is against regulations…"

That said; it wasn't like they had found any yet anyway, despite Chika standing on top of an excess crate shouting at the passing paratroopers.

"You-chan it's fine. Oh hang on…" Chika noticed a few other soldiers wandering down in between the various tents "NEW UNIT BEING FORMED! COME AND JOIN THE NEW UNIT!" the girls wandered off, Chika's advertising falling on deaf ears.

Chika sighed, slumping down onto her box, leaning against You. "Still no takers huh?" You asked; they had been going at this for the past hour.

I guess everyone is already assigned then. Chika always knew it was a long shot but she wasn't about to give up yet

Suddenly she spied the perfect candidates walking near an apple tree about fifty metres away. One was a stunning girl with shoulder length brown hair, and warm amber eyes, there was a small smile on her face while she talked to the girl walking behind her. She exuded a soft glow as though she was bathed in a warm yellow light.

Her friend had red hair that poked out from under her helmet the double layers on each side suggested that she was wearing pigtails under it, the deep sea green of her eyes contrasted pleasantly with her hair.

But most important about both girls was their clothes; their boots were barrack room shiny, their uniforms a crisp green untainted by dirt and muck of battle, their helmets still had the sheen of newly made, as well as the lack of dents indicating they hadn't seen combat. The kitbags they carried were also of a clear green and new looking canvas. Everything about the two girls screamed that they were new replacements fresh from England possibly without a unit yet.

They're perfect!

Chika jumped up leaving You's side in a flash as though she had teleported.

"Hey!" Chika appeared in front of the girls getting their attention "Do you want to join a new unit we're forming?"

"Zura?" the brown haired girl looked confused letting the word slip from her mouth, before covering it again quickly.

"Zura?" Chika questioned the word seeking deeper meaning.

"Oh nothing!" the girl's reply was muffled by her hands, yet failing to disguise her strong Bostonian accent.

"Don't worry I know you two are perfect."

"But…"

Chika noticed the redheaded girl staring at her intensely. "What about you? Are you interested?"

"Will we go on dangerous missions?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Not yet, we're really only starting out on this…" Chika pointed to You who had joined the girls at a more leisurely pace.

"You look super strong! I'm sure you'd be perfect to join my new squad!" she grabbed the girl's hand in a gesture of friendship.

"Eh?" The girl's face went pale blood draining from her face at the sudden contact.

"Zura." She heard the Bostonian girl say while she covered her ears.

"EEEEYAAAAHHHHGHAGH!" the girl turned red a banshee-like scream echoing around coming from the redhead's mouth. She drew back. All this startled Chika causing her to lose her balance falling back, onto the soft dirt.

"Ruby-chan is incredibly shy zura." The brown haired girl said over all the noise, the scream even causing the tree to rustle.

Wait is that the screaming? Chika looked up at the tree in time to see a girl with blue hair fall out of the apple tree landing on her legs the painful jarring sound audible from where Chika lay sprawled on the floor. Scaring the redhead, apparently called Ruby behind the Bostonian.

"Ow my legs…" the slightly timid voice came from the tree dweller; her head still staring at the ground partly out of shock. A scoped Springfield rifle followed her down, landing on her head somehow miraculously staying put.

"Are you OK?" Chika asked concerned.

The girl's eyes flashed open, narrowing all signs of pain banished from them as they took on a weird semi-evil look. Almost like she was trying to be evil, but failing horribly. She started to laugh evilly, cackling like a witch, she looked up a wide bizarre smile spread across her face.

"Is this…earth?" she asked in a voice considerably deeper than the one she had been using before.

"So that's a no then…" Chika answered her own question.

"Which means that you lot are despicable lowly Humans." The girl flicked her hair making a peace sign with her hand and placing it by her eye, the movement finally causing the rifle to clatter to the ground.

"Never mind that are you Ok, what were you even doing in the tree anyway?" Chika tapped the girl's knee lightly.

"Ow…Of course they are this body is merely a vessel…" Chika smiled awkwardly, noting that the tree girl had ignored her second question

Maybe she was doing sniper training. That is a sniper rifle after all.

"For myself, Yohane, this body is my temporary form. Ooops I accidentally said my name, now you all know that I am the fallen angel Yohane-" the girl rambled on

"Yoshiko-chan?" the brown haired girl asked, moving in for a closer look. "It really is you Yoshiko-chan. It's Hanamaru! I haven't seen you since middle school."

The Blue haired tree...Yohane…Yoshiko whatever she was looked stunned her mouth hanging open, struggling to form a response.

"Hey You?" Chika whispered to her friend while the Yoshiko girl stood temporarily disarmed. "How the hell did she pass the mental tests to qualify for the army? Let alone the airborne."

You shook her head "The division really must be scraping the bottom of the barrel if we're recruiting 'fallen angels now'.

"H-How dare you Human." The pitch of the girl's voice having increased considerably her identity having been revealed, her face one of confusion.

"Rock, paper scissors!" Hanamaru shook her fist initiating the game while Yohane joined in, Hanamaru's closed fist confronting Yoshiko's hand which had the index and middle fingers extended in a bizarre form of scissors. "The way you do scissors. It is you Yoshiko-chan!"

"Don't call me Yoshiko! Got it? "The tree girl squeaked at the brown haired girl, her voice returning to a more natural pitch. "I'm Yohane! My name is Yohane!" the girl ran off protesting at the revelation of her real name.

"Oh Yoshiko-chan!" Hanamaru ran off after her erstwhile friend, the red headed ruby girl quickly following. The continuing argument over Yoshiko's name echoing while they ran off.

Both Chika and You stood, bewildered by the situation.

"I'm definitely going to recruit them one day!" Chika pumped her fist in determination, the new arrivals fading off into the distance. You laughed nervously

"Sergeant! What's this I hear about a new Unit?" the stern yell from behind her caused Chika to jump whirling around to be greeted by a woman with black hair and the same sea green eyes as Ruby. A mole sat just below her left eye giving her the air of an 18th century aristocrat. A single silver bar sat on the collar of her uniform denoting her rank.

"Lieutenant Kurosawa!" the two girls saluted fearfully not having noticed the officer.

"My office now!"


Chika blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dim interior of the lieutenant's stuffy office. The space was positively Spartan; plain green canvas enveloped the area, a single lantern that currently lit up the tent hanging from a small metal hook looped into the ceiling. A plain wooden table was currently covered with maps and pieces of paperwork and functioned as a desk.

"Sit please." The lieutenant took off her forage cap and sat down on one of the two chairs in the tent, which were simply bits of wood and metal tubes providing no comfort whatsoever.

Chika sat on its hard, cold surface and groaned slightly at her discomfort, Chika thought, examining the room they were in. as well as keeping an eye on the officer's face to see how much trouble she was in, currently the woman who was sat opposite her looked calm and relaxed; but Chika wasn't sure if this wasn't the calm before the storm.

"So Sergeant…" the beginning of Lieutenant Kurosawa's interrogation shook Chika out of her daydreaming. "You want to form a…what was it again?"

"A detached squad, Ma'am!"

"A detached squad?" her face curved into a look of pure condescension.

"Yes Ma'am! I heard that that is how Muse squad operates! They don't answer to any officers in combat and are given free reign. I thought that the division could use a formation like that, so I was out gathering members." Chika barely noticed the almost imperceptible straightening of the officer's posture when she mentioned the British paras.

"So you were out gathering members without even informing me? Let alone receiving permission." The officer laced her fingers together resting her chin on them.

"Well when you put it like that…but wasn't creating trouble, just inviting people to join I thought if we got members I could show how popular the idea could be. I mean Muse squad are already really popular with the Brits!"

"Section." The instant response from the black haired officer startled Chika.

"I'm Sorry?"

"Muse section not squad the brits call it a section. And what makes you think you could operate with the elite of the elite of the British Army?" Lieutenant Kurosawa stood up an angry passion burning in her green eyes. "I mean they held off two entire Battalions at Catania. TWO! Just nine of them held off that number of people for over a day! And that's not even getting started on their record over the past few weeks!"

"Well…" Chika jumped when the lieutenant slammed her palm on the table causing it to rattle, the tent flap behind them rustled with You jumped back from her spying on them.

"Owwww" the riled officer breathed a curse shaking her hand to dispel the pain, causing Chika to giggle slightly. "You're in no position to be laughing! How many people do you even have? Two is what I've heard!"

"Well that's right we only have two…but that's why I was going out there looking for new members." Chika explained.

"It's not easy to run a detached squad you know, Muse can only do it because they're the best. As long as I am in command here you will not be given permission to form such a reckless experiment. The brass has had enough of that sort of thing recently." The anger in the girl standing in front of Chika ebbed out of her, replaced by something else.

"Lieutenant please. If we don't try we can never know if it would have succeeded, we will never know how far we could have gone, how much good we could do…" Chika Stood up, cradling her officer's hands gently.

The lieutenant allowed it for a brief second, before pulling back violently; she shook her head dismissing the feeling that had dominated for a few seconds. An evil smirk spread across her face. "You're right sergeant, it wouldn't be fair, and we won't know if we don't try."

Chika should've been happy that the girl in front of her was agreeing, but the light in her eyes, the smile on her face, and the tone of her voice all caused Chika to back up slightly. "I-I am? w-we won't?" She stuttered.

The officer placed her finger on her chin in a look of mock realisation. "Oh darn but there is one thing I'm concerned about…none of us have the right experience for that kind of thing. So I'll tell you what sergeant…let's make a deal."

"O-OK."

"I will not only agree to this venture but I will join the unit you form under your command if you meet two requirements. One. You come up with a name for the squad; we'll be in the media spotlight after all."

OK that, doesn't sound too hard, she might actually be reasonable about this.

"Two. You need to find someone with active combat experience prior to 1941 in this division."

Chika backed up a look of shock on her face. "N-N-Nineteen Forty One?! But that's impossible; we weren't even in the war until December of that year. And the division was only formed properly like it is now in 1942!"

Lieutenant Kurosawa crossed her arms. "So is that a no then?" she asked sweetly.

Hold on Chika, you can do this! If we want to shine above everyone else, if we want to create a unit to rival Muse we need to agree to this even if it seems impossible, we have to reach for our dreams or else we will never succeed! Chika's face steeled itself, her mouth a straight line of determination. "I agree" she held out her hand for the officer to shake.

Lieutenant Kurosawa's green eye's widened in surprise for a millisecond, before her confident look returned and she grasped the outstretched hand. "Then it's a deal!"


After seven hours of searching, asking questions, and trawling through available records even questioning the regimental commander while she ate her dinner, it did appear hopeless. Before she was thrown out of the officer's mess the kind hearted Colonel had answered her query with a resounding no.

Chika walked along the beaten and worn grass of one of the base's main thoroughfares, and sighed. At least the weather had cleared up no longer the dumpy overcast of earlier; the evening sky was lit up a brilliant orange and gold, weaving around the few clouds in the sky, in a rich tapestry of colour.

"Sorry Chika-chan! I should've stopped you, I knew how much Dia hated the idea but you looked so into it so I couldn't bring myself to tell you." You bowed her head in apology.

Chika smiled weakly at the usage of the lieutenant's first name, something the entire company was prone to. "It's fine You-chan, there's still a chance. I'll keep looking you head off to mess and grab some food. Ok?" Chika rested a comforting hand on her comrade's shoulder, seeing the girl sigh slightly, but she didn't protest merely heading off between the tents after extracting a promise that Chika would look after herself.

Perhaps You is right, I should give it a rest for today. The ginger girl thought, opening the flap to her tent.

A light breeze caught her attention drawing her gaze to the small wood that stood a few metres from the green canvas of her home.

Something was there a figure that had just slipped into the trees heading through them with a clear sense of purpose. Chika couldn't make out much given the time of day and the trees obscuring her view but whatever it was had long flowing red hair.

A girl?

The sergeant decided to follow her, to see who the mystery girl was, it was like she was being drawn to her, the red thread of fate appearing to be calling to her.

Chika pushed her way through the trees, emerging on the other side to see the girl standing on the edge of a low cliff basking in the light of the setting sun. Her slender figure silhouetted by the infinite combination of reds, yellows and brilliant oranges. Her hair blowing in the breeze like a banner, like a flag of old, blended perfectly into the scene.

Chika was struck by the beauty, a beauty that even the baggy uniform of dappled green and orangey brown couldn't hide, any more than the maroon beret on her head could keep her wild burgundy locks tamed and hidden from the wind that now gave them life.

The girl suddenly threw off her outer jacket, and ripped off her boots.

Wait what?

She tore off her under shirt, and pulled off her trousers, finally taking the red felt of her beret and rolling it up into itself she placed it gently on the pile of clothing behind her. The mystery stripper stood at the edge of the cliff her toes curled over the sharp rock of the drop away. She breathed deeply.

She can't be Chika had heard of this before, soldiers who just couldn't take it anymore, the ones who snapped, who had had everything taken from them and couldn't bear another second of their wretched existence. The ones who ended it all

"Stop!" Chika propelled herself forward her forage cap falling off of her orange tresses. "Don't do it!"

"Wha-?" the girl turned around, her golden amber eyes, both charming and disarming.

Chika grabbed her waist trying to pull her away from the edge. "Don't do it you'll die!"

"What are you." The girl pulled back causing the two to sway dangerously on the edge. The girl's foot slipped over the rock, both of them falling into the empty air, looks of shock on both their faces.

"AAAHHHHH!" Their screams echoed bouncing off of the rocks around them.

A distant splash followed.

Chika opened her eyes expecting to be a splat on some flat piece of rock somewhere. Instead she was floating in the blue water, the darkness of its depths extending below her, the fading sunlight guiding her to the surface. Chika swam, kicking her legs and pushing the water seamlessly aside with her arms.

She gasped as she broke the surface swimming to the nearest shore. The girl was already sat on the muddy rocks surrounding the pool, shivering in her underwear. The cliff towered over the pool of slightly murky water, and the both of them.

"Are you Ok why would you do something like that?" the chill of the water still clinging to her heavy uniform caused Chika to shiver in the increasing cold of the evening.

"I wasn't suicidal; we're both lucky that that pool was deep enough to break our fall."

"Sorry about that." Chika looked at her feet forlornly for a few seconds. "Wait here a bit!" Chika dashed off into the woods surrounding the pool running to her tent she collected two towels as well as a spare jacket, she gave herself a brief wipe down to stop her hair dripping yet more cold water on her shoulders, before running back through the woods to find the girl's clothes. She scooped them up into her arms, making her way once more down the dangerous path.

"Here…" Chika placed the towel around the girl's shoulders placing her clothes on the rock by her.

"Thank you." The girl said softly.

"If you're not suicidal then what were you doing?"

"I wanted to feel the sky, to hear it…" the girl looked up at the darkening light, the clouds still burnished shades of gold and the colour of peaches a gentle breeze carrying her hair once more bringing life to it.

"Huh? Like the wind?"

"No…not quite I was in the 6th Airborne division after I'd been fighting in Africa since '40 I signed up with them."

"So you're a trooper too huh…" the red haired girl nodded.

"I loved the feeling that you got when you jumped. I did it thousands of times both in training and combat. Then one day I just couldn't…I couldn't throw myself out of the plane. They made me an instructor for a bit, but I still couldn't do it. I came here hoping that I'd be able to conquer my fear, I thought if I could recreate the feeling of falling through the clouds again, to hear the sound of the sky like I used to I could do it."

"I see…so where are you from then?" Chika saw the subject was making the girl uncomfortable so she tried to change it.

"Woking, in surrey."

"Isn't that the place in England with the Martians? You sure are a long way from home…you guys are supposed to be at the other end of the front."

The girl laughed. "Not many people these days know War of the Worlds."

"Wait do you know any girls in those detached sections?"

"Detached sections?"

"Yeah! I heard the Brits have loads of them!"

"Sorry I've not heard of them…"

"How can you not have? They go on dangerous missions independently, they form bonds closer than any other unit, and they're the best of the best! Like Muse section." Chika glared into the girls pools of honeyed amber that were her eyes, looking for a glimmer of recognition. None. She sighed.

"Muse are the best. Ever since I heard about them I've realised, they shine so brightly. They gleam above everyone else, beating the enemy against overwhelming odds; they make it through because of sheer tenacity, of sheer radiance. They brought me hope." Chika glanced at the sun through the trees, its light filtered through the trunks intensified briefly. "When I was a Private, I realised how ordinary I was, people told me the Airborne was the best, but really I looked around I saw I was no different from the rest of them. It wasn't a bad thing but I wished for something more. Then I saw them. Muse. I heard about their deeds about their achievements, but when I finally saw a picture of them." Chika unfolded a damp piece of paper in her breast pocket, showing it to the girl. "What do you think?"

The Girl looked at the picture, of Nine girls crowded together in front of some ruins, the girl with the sergeant's stripes beaming; she knelt down her arms outstretched encompassing the entire unit as if to say 'these are all my friend's'

"They look normal…" The girl blurted out, seeing Chika's enthusiasm dampen a bit she began to backtrack, only to be interrupted by the lively girl's voice.

That's right. They're normal and boring old normal me saw them and I realised I wanted to shine too, I wanted to bring the hope they brought to so many people." Chika sighed. "But it looks like that might not happen."

"Why not? The girl asked

"My CO won't let me, so she gave me nearly impossible conditions to meet, although one of them is easy, but even I can't think of a name at this point."

"Hmmmm" the girl hummed in acknowledgement "Well I'm sure you'll figure it out come hell or high water."

"Water…" Chika mused, a bolt of inspiration hitting her. "Aqua…Hey! That could actually work!"

"So what was the other condition?"

"It's not important…"

"Oh…Ok."

"We should probably head off it was nice seeing you…"

"Yeah you too." the girl gathered up her clothes letting the towel fall to the ground and she walked off into the woods.

Chika watched for a few minutes while her figure glided through the trees and disappeared. Crap I should've got her name! Chika cursed her lack of foresight.

"Well time to head home." She muttered to herself, hurrying back to her tent before 'lights out' was imposed on the camp.


1100hrs June 21st 1944. 'Uranohoshi' Camp, Normandy.

"Alright listening!" Dia shouted at the assembled Platoon, small group of faces nearly unrecognisable to Chika thanks to the high proportion of replacements "We've been taking heavy losses recently, so it should come as no surprise that we need replacements. That said this one is a bit different so we're announcing her transfer to the platoon as a whole."

A murmur of nods and agreement swept the crowd. Although Chika wondered what made this new replacement so different.

"The circumstances surrounding her transfer are odd so we'll have her introduce herself." Dia pointed to the nearby tent, which the platoon was gathered around. "Please welcome to the squad Sergeant Sakurauchi Riko."

The figure that stepped out of the tent was familiar to Chika, her slender figure barely hidden by the baggy uniform, her long flowing auburn hair poured out of her helmet, a solid green hemisphere of metal, with a field dressing strapped to it. The uniform was no longer the dappled green and brown of yesterday, but rather the dull mottled khaki of the US Airborne that they all wore. Three upward facing chevrons on her arm were capped by a patch of a bald eagle.

It's that girl?! She transferred here? Chika stared incredulous at the sight before her; the mild mannered British girl from yesterday was now a member of her platoon, a member of the US airborne

"Nice to meet you all. My name as the lieutenant said is Sakurauchi Riko I hope to get along with you all." The girl beamed a smile while the assembled soldiers whispered over her pronunciation of the officer's rank. Chika hear mutters of 'damned limey' and 'why'd we need her?' coming from anonymous voices in front of her.

Riko's smile began to fade slightly, getting visibly more and more fake while the muttering continued.

Why are they being so meant to her? She'd got more combat experience than half of them! I mean yesterday she mentioned that she saw combat in…1940… the penny dropped for Chika.

"That's before 1941!" she yelled pushing her way to the front of the crowd, extending her hand to the bewildered Riko "It's a miracle! Riko-Chan please will you join me on the path to radiance?"


A/N: Ah terrible dialogue where would my stories be without you?

So they will probably return at some point in the future. Definitely Market Garden, but I'm not sure when, it might be at the beginning, or near the end of the arc (Like A-RISE)

And the results of the poll came back it was mostly the 1848 revolutions and so looking into it deeper I think that the French Revolutions of 1848 are going to be the best setting for the Revolutionary fic.

Glossary:

Forage Cap: a cloth undress cap worn by soldiers when off duty

Kit for Aqua Squad: (didn't come up due to there being no combat)

Chika: M1 Carbine

Riko: Thompson Sub-Machine Gun

You: M1 Garand

Hanamaru: BAR

Ruby: M1 Garand

Yoshiko: Springfield Sniper rifle.

Dia: M1 Carbine

Kanan+ Mari: M1919A6 Browning LMG

Squads: Assault: (Chika You Riko) Base of Fire team: (Yoshiko, Hanamaru, Ruby) MG team (Kanan Mari Dia) basically organised along the year lines.