Chapter 2: Lost in Space
Hello again Ghostrider21 signing back on for a second chapter. I wanted to get this one up quickly to help try to explain some things. Don't worry for those of you wondering when the crossover will begin it will be soon. Just as a thought would anyone be interested in being a Beta for me? Just pm me for those interested. I will have a profile up soon so you will just have to wait on that. Now back to the story. Oh I do not own anything pertaining to the Stargate franchise or the Strike Witches. All OC names are strictly fiction.
Previously
He looked at her with his sharp brown eyes and tried to speak. All that came out was a hacking cough so she helped him take a sip of water. The others finally gathered around them as Colonel Christopher Vought spoke his first words in a long time.
"Where is she?" he wheezed before falling asleep yet again.
May 08, 2018 0930 Hours- Department of Homeworld Security, Pentagon
It had been two days since Colonel Vought had first woken from his sleep. Since then various other members of the crew begun to wake; most speaking nothing only smiling and crying they had finally completed their journey before falling asleep again. None having spoken anything more than a single sentence.
General O'Neill sat at his desk completing paperwork all the while glancing at his phone waiting for the phone call to tell him that the Colonel was awake and able to speak. He put his pen down as he reached for the button under his desk to lock his door before pulling out a flash drive and staring at it. He grunted and inserted the drive to his computer opening the only thing on the drive, a video file. As the static on the screen cleared, Colonel Vought appeared on the screen with a sad smile on his face.
"Good Day General Sir, how are you doing today?" A pause, "If your receiving this message then we successfully jumped home, the ARD needs to unplugged now before it jumps again. It won't jump again without a command but," he sighed, "the nav computer for it was partially destroyed. We wouldn't want Serenity getting lost on her own now do we?" he said while smiling. "In the event no one survives getting home I have a log saved in my quarters for you to review. It contains my records of the events that took place onboard my ship between our unintended departure and this final report." Vought sighed looking years older, "Sir… Sir we've been gone for a long time. I'm willing to bet we've suffered much longer they you think we have." He looked dead into the camera, "We noticed something while we were gone, though we had nothing to confirm it with. Have Serenity talk to Rodney… tell him to check the connection between the ARD and the Asgard Core… Specifically the program that controls the time dilation and its memory.
As to why were in stasis…" he smirked before continuing, "towards the end of our journey various members of the crew began getting sick with no discernible symptoms. Pierce was baffled, he had no idea what was making what was happening. Within a month every member of the crew was sick to some degree and we could still not find a cause. About a week later Pierce and Lansby found the issue; our bodies were dying because we weren't in our own reality. When Colonel Sheppard and his team and Colonel Carter had their jumps they weren't gone long enough to suffer any ill effects." He looked at the camera again a haunted look in his eyes, "We were gone for years Sir… years… every enemy we ran into over the course of our mission failed to kill us." He smiled before frowning, "Well almost all of us… and here we were all dying; just because we weren't here. It wasn't fair." Vought dropped his head to the floor, "It wasn't fair at all." He looked up again, "It was at this point in time that we realized the only way we would make it home alive was to go into stasis. We connected Serenity to the ARD and gave her full defensive control over everything except the drones. We then put ourselves in stasis with the hope we would get lucky and one day get home."
He turned the head to his door and nodded at someone of camera before turning around, "Well Sir it looks like it's time," he said with the sad smile he originally sported, "In the event I don't make it," he stood up and saluted, "it was an honor serving Gentlemen." he cut the salute. "Hopefully I'll see you on the other side, Colonel Chris Vought, commanding officer of the Ancient Warship Borealis, signing off."
With that final line the video ended. O'Neill leaned back in his chair again as he struggled to comprehend his words. This was the third time he hand seen the video, the first was onboard the Borealis and the second was with General Landry and select members of the DoD and the IOA. He glanced down at his report from Doctors McKay and Zelenka on the Borealis, skimming over it he saw that they had in fact disabled the ARD and that they had repaired her hyperdrive and they were scheduled to jump to the Alpha Site so that they could begin repairs; the Lantean ship was too important to scrap. "What I wouldn't give to see those logs," he thought to himself. Despite the fact that Serenity was supposed to give him the logs, she decided that since the Colonel would indeed be able to speak of his trip, she sealed them until the he was ready to begin debriefing.
"Stupid computer, what's next enslaving humanity?" he said out loud. He snorted, "What were the Ancients thinking? Didn't they learn from the Replicators?" a pause, "Bah if Chris trusts her then I do to." He sat there staring at his desk trying to think of something to do. Looking at his phone he remembered something, "Well then I almost forgot, I've got to call the Russian and let him know his men will be awake soon." A quick glance at his never shrinking stack of paperwork made him sigh. "You better wake up soon Vought," he growled as he picked up his pen yet again, "I HATE paperwork."
Same day 1321 Hours – Borealis, Lagrange 1
Crews worked around the clock sweeping the scarred battleship for any useful information and to document what needed to be fixed or replaced.
"She definitely has seen better days," thought Sheppard as himself and McKay walked through the ship. After seeing the sleeping crew off the two of them returned to the Borealis in order to prepare the damaged ship for a hyperspace jump. Since her cloaking device was offline they couldn't get her down to Atlantis for repairs; the Alpha Site was the only remaining option.
"Wow"
The duo entered the forward Jumper bay and stopped to look at the damage and it stunned them. It seemed that bay one had been storage for the crews land vehicles and judging by the shape the room was in, it also held a firefight. Scorch marks covered the bay from top to bottom; sandbag walls were set up towards the back, with empty brass lying everywhere. Blood stains were everywhere with the majority of them being near the external door. The big shocker though was the gun.
Sheppard walked towards it and gave a quick whistle as he ran his hand over it. The Borealis had launched with a complement of armored vehicles just in case. Sheppard always wondered why but it didn't matter it looked like they were needed. Welded to the deck near the back wall was the turret of one of the ships T-90 main battle tanks. The turret was almost black with the amount of scorching to it to while casing from the 125mm gun littered the area behind it. The gun barrel was bent upward by some unknown force rendering it useless. The amount of ammo sent down range by the defenders was staggering. Touching the cold metal he tried to imagine the fight that happened here.
Shaking his head he snapped himself out of his thoughts and looked over at McKay through the hole in the wall. "McKay we gonna sit here all day or we going to move on?"
McKay picked his head up from his data pad, "Sure hang on a sec," he replied as he grabbed his equipment, "I think I found out why Serenity was off, hey Serenity?"
"Yes Dr. McKay what is it?"
"You were taken offline each time you jumped because the Naquadah generators were insufficient after the ZPM died correct?" he inquired.
Serenity visibly blinked; she was not expecting the doctor to figure this out so quickly. She knew he had been suspicious when the ARD was disabled but passed it off as a safety concern. She knew that the General was following the Colonel's instructions until he awoke to explain what happened. She smirked, humanity continued to amaze her; the Asgards were right, humanity was worthy of being the fifth race.
"Indeed Dr. McKay the ZPM was depleted and as you stated the Naquadah generators were incapable of supporting my operations." She replied.
"Wait what do you mean depleted? It took a galactic jump and combat with another ZPM powered ship to even come close to depleting Atlantis's three. This ship isn't even half that size."
"In due time Colonel Sheppard, in due time." She replied while smiling.
Sheppard rolled his eyes, "Let me guess Vought will explain when he wakes?"
She nodded while continuing to smile. Sheppard just shook his head, "Chris better wake up soon then a lot of people me included want to know what the hell happened here."
Her smile dropped, "You will get your wish soon Colonel, just wait."
Sheppard nodded satisfied with the answer and motion for McKay to follow him out.
"See you later Serenity, I'll have you run a final diagnostic before we jump." McKay called on his way out.
Serenity smiled as she watched them leave to finish their inspection, shutting off the holographic emitter.
May 10, 2018 1445 Hours – Atlantis Infirmary
90% of the crew had awoken at least once and Beckett was getting worried, the remaining 10% of the crew had yet to show any signs of waking. Every test he could think of failed to answer the question on why they were still asleep, including all of their scans through the med scanner.
Beckett rubbed his eyes as he glanced around the room. He was tired, so very tired. Ever since the Colonel Vought had awoken he had tried to remain awake so that he could observe everyone as they woke up from their sleep. One nap was the only sleep he had in the past few days. Glancing to his left he saw his colleague Dr. Jennifer Keller asleep face down on the table.
Dr. Keller had arrived the day after the Borealis returned and immediately set to work helping him deal with the crew. She was just as tired as he was so being the gentleman he was, he let her sleep. Looking up he saw something that made him blink to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. "Dr. Keller wake up I need your help," he yelled while jumping up.
May 10, 2018 1450 Hours – Atlantis Infirmary
A barrage of sounds assaulted his ears as he slowly regained consciousness. He groaned out loud as somebody forced one of his eyes open to shine a light in.
"If you don't want to lose the hand I suggest removing it," Colonel Vought growled out in a raspy voice; the offending hand immediately being removed; finally opening his eyes and was greeted with a blurry scene unable to make out anything. Blinking he was finally able to see properly. Struggling to process what he was seeing he began tearing up, "We made it…" he whispered, "We actually made it."
He gazed around remembering those around him; Dr. Beckett, Dr. Keller, Colonel Sheppard, Dr. McKay, Dr. Zelenka, Colonel Lorne, and some nurses he didn't know. They were all standing there waiting for something. "Well?"
Sheppard walked up and dropped a hand on his shoulder, "Welcome home Chris, you took your damn time coming back didn't you?"
"Sorry John I got a little lost on my walk but I still found my way back."
"Yes Colonel I was wondering the same thing," an amused voice called out.
Everybody turned to look at the newcomer with all the soldiers stiffening and saluting. Vought coughed as he sat a bit straighter in his bed. "Good afternoon Gentlemen, Colonel Christopher Vought reporting for duty," he said throwing a quick salute.
Generals O'Neill and Landry smirked at each other before returning his salute "Stand down everyone," Landry ordered as everyone relaxed. O'Neill looked at Vought, "Took your sweet time didn't you sleeping beauty?" He said with a raised eyebrow.
Vought looked down before answering, "I'm sorry Sir I tried bu-,"
"Colonel"
Vought's head popped back up.
"Stop blaming yourself, that's a direct order. It wasn't your fault; we had no idea that there was an imminent attack. Had we known we wouldn't have launched you."
He looked down again, "I still failed Sir, I lost people," he sighed, "too many."
O'Neill looked at all of his subordinates and tilted his head towards the door. All of them nodded except for Beckett and Sheppard.
Sheppard and Beckett looked at each other before Sheppard replied. "With all due respect Sir, we're staying. Beckett needs to stay anyway and I need to hear what he as to say. He owes me this." He stated while looking at Chris.
Landry nodded, "Good enough for me Sir."
O'Neill looked at them, "Fine," looking at Vought, "Colonel you ready to move? I want to start your debriefing."
The colonel hesitated before answering, "I will but I need to see her first."
"Her?"
"My wife."
May 10, 2018 1530 Hours – Atlantis Infirmary
He brushed the women's brown hair as she slept glancing at her peaceful face. He glanced behind him, "Will she be ok?" he asked nervously.
Beckett nodded, "Aye Colonel she should be fine. She woke up once and looked around before falling asleep again. Her vitals are fine; she should be waking again soon." A pause, "What's her name if you don't mind me asking?"
"Jean," Chris replied as patted her hand, "Alright then," glancing at her again and sighing, "I'm ready let's do this." Beckett proceeded to spin the weakened Colonel around in the mandatory wheel chair as they left the Infimary.
May 10, 2018 1600 Hours – Atlantis Conference Room
The assembled group waited patiently as the colonel wheeled himself to the center of the room and spun to face them. "Alright Sir where do you want me to start?"
"Start from the beginning, the day you disappeared."
"Alright then here we go."
June 12, 2014 0600 Hours – Atlantis East Pier, San Francisco Bay
"Damn it General what the hell were you thinking launching then? I may not be superstitious but I mean come on, Friday the 13th, at 1313 hours? NASA learned in 1970 this was a bad idea, this isn't rocket sci-… screw it." Thought Air Force Colonel Christopher Vought angrily as he stomped towards his ship, "this is bullshit." As he continued his internal tirade he finally exited the confines of the city onto the East Pier.
Lit up by the cities lights sat his ship floating in the water. The Lantean Aurora-class battleship sat proudly alongside the city; her name, Borealis, illuminated on her side. Around her sides crews worked around the clock prepping it for a very special mission.
As Vought approached the ship his anger began to subside as he ran his hand along its side still in disbelief that she was HIS. He thought back to the day that it was found and the chain of events that led to him standing here now.
"Six months ago she was found at that Ancient research center, hidden amongst debris. She was discovered to be a test platform for the Aurora-class. Various additional systems were added that weren't on the built ships. The cloak, the beam weapons, the energy turrets; it was all there. That and the ships interesting AI," he thought.
His radio squawking tore him from his thoughts, "This is Vought, go ahead."
"Sir Colonel Sokolov and his men have arrived."
"Shit… and so it begins." He thought, "Alright where are they?"
"Their ship is pulling alongside East Pier now Sir, General Landry wanted you to meet him there so you can greet our guest."
"Understood on my way," Vought replied before performing an about face and walking to the opposite side of the pier.
Slipping alongside the pier the darkened transport ship activated her external lights bathing the ship and the men around her in light, the Russian flag lit on her jack staff. As the ship lowered its boarding ramp Vought arrived next to the current SGC commander Major General Landry.
Landry looked over at his subordinate, "Nervous colonel? They're just Russians, they won't bite …too much." He said with a smirk
Vought rolled his eyes, "No Sir it's just, why Sokolov? I really don't feel comfortable with a Spetsnaz group looking over my shoulder the whole trip."
"Well colonel it was Russia's decision on who they sent; you know how they are right now, they're nervous because they lost the Korolev and we are once again the sole country with military space craft. Besides it can't be all bad, did you read their updated manifest?" a glance at the colonel told him no. "Major Volkov and his group were assigned last minute I believe you two are aquatinted?"
The colonel's face lit up, "Major Alexei Volkov? Of the 4th Guards Tank Division?" a nod confirmed his question. "Wow I haven't seen him since… Afghanistan…" he murmured as images floated into his thoughts.
The approaching Russian's snapped him out of it.
Vought observed the two of them as they approached their walk in perfect synch. The taller of the two matched his own height of 6'5", his short blond hair covered by his black beret, a scar ran from his left eye to the bottom of his chin. The name Sokolov was stitched into his uniform. As he wandered over the soldier's uniform his eyes fell on the unit badge and he stiffened, a large "A" with a dagger flashed back at him from the man's shoulder.
"Sir," he whispered to Landry.
"What"
"Do you know which unit Sokolov's with?"
"All I remember is that he is Spetsnaz why?"
"Sir he's with the Alpha Group."
Landry snapped his head to his subordinate, "You sure?"
"Positive Sir, look at his unit patch."
"Well this isn't good," thought Landry, "The US just agreed to allow FSB members to serve with their crewmen." He shifted his thoughts as the duo came to halt in front of him.
The pair of them saluted in synch with the larger of the two speaking, "Colonel Vitaly Sokolov, Spetsgruppa "A", Russian Federation."
Landry returned the salute as the shorter of the two began to speak
"Major Alexei Volkov, 4th Guards Tank Brigade, Russian Federation,"
Landry and Vought cut their salutes with the Russians following suit. "We'd like welcome you to Atlantis on behalf of the SGC and the United States," began Landry, "We are glad your government agreed to this joint mission between our two countries."
"Thank you General for having us, this joint mission is indeed an important step in settling our countries nerves," the colonel responded with surprisingly little accent. He looked directly at Vought, "So you must be Colonel Vought, I have heard much about you colonel, I look forward to being able to work with you." He stated as he held out his hand.
"Tакже полковник (likewise colonel)," he began while shaking his hand, "this will indeed be an interesting trip."
"Ah so you do speak русский (Russian)," he looked at the major, "It seems that you were right Volkov, he is well versed in our language."
The major walked up to Vought. "Привет (Hi) Colonel Vought, it has been too long Sir," he said with his hand out and a smile on his face.
Vought smiled before shaking his hand, "Привет мой друг (Hi my friend), that it has."
As they continued to talk with each other Landry and Sokolov looked at their subordinates in interest before returning to business.
"I'm assuming Colonel that you would like to begin loading the ship," Landry began while the Russian transport began to unload her cargo. "General O'Neill has a deadline and we damn well better meet it."
Sokolov nodded, "Indeed General Sir we will have our supplies loaded within a few hours, we will meet the deadline, where do you want it?"
"Bay 1, the Marines will show you where to go."
June 13, 2014 1310 Hours – Atlantis East Pier, San Francisco Bay
"Systems check go"
"Propulsion green"
"Shields green"
"Core green"
"Weapons green"
"Sensors green"
"ARD green"
"ZPG spooling up now… green"
The Navy Commander looked around the bridge once before turning to his CO, "All systems are green Sir; we're ready for your final checks." Stated the Borealis' XO US Navy Commander Matthew Ross confidently, "All stations are secure."
Vought glanced at his assigned XO and nodded, "Serenity, begin final check sequence, let me know when we're good."
"At once Colonel," Serenity responded before disappearing from view. Vought glanced around the bridge at the men and women under his command.
Commander Ross was yet another late addition to his crew and he didn't regret it. Ever since the Air Force and brought the Marines in on the Stargate program the Navy wanted in but were shot down each time. General O'Neill finally relented and a select few members of the navy were brought in on the program. When they learned of this mission Ross and 74 other navy personnel were selected to participate. Speaking of personnel…
Vought glanced down at his data pad and flicked to the final crew roster. 75 Air Force, 75 Navy, 75 Marines, 150 Russians, and 50 civilian scientists brought the grand total up to 425 of the ships 500 member limit.
Serenity's reappearance brought him back to his to his senses, "Colonel, all of the ships systems are ready to go. We can launch whenever you are ready."
He glanced at his watch, the time 1312 showing back at him, "and so it begins." "Alright prepare to launch."
Lt. Colonel Lorne and most of the Gate Operations team crowded on the balcony overlooking the city as they waited for the ship to launch, "Borealis this is Atlantis, you're clear to launch."
As they waited the sea behind the ship began to broil as the sublight engines began to produce thrust. A whine was heard as the engines reached the proper thrust and the Borealis lifted off at exactly 1313 hours water pouring off of her lower hull as she gained altitude. The staff burst into cheers as the ship activated its cloak and began to accelerate up to space. Lorne went back inside to the communications console and activated it, "Good launch Borealis god speed and we'll see you on the other side," he called with a grin on his face. A short pause before he heard his response, "thanks Atlantis, it felt good, we'll bring you back a souvenir, Borealis out."
June 13, 2014 1316 Hours – Borealis bridge, Low Earth Orbit
"All systems good Sir, orbit established," a technician called out to the Commander.
Ross turned to Vought, "Sir we have a good orbit you can leave the chair."
Vought opened his eyes as he deactivated the control chair. The chair spun forward as it sat him upright before the lights turned off.
He stretched as he got up, "such a weird experience Ross you should try it," he said with a grin.
"I think I'll pass Sir."
"Suit yourself," he walked over to the comms station and activated it. "Attention all hands, this is Colonel Vought speaking, to reiterate our mission we have been tasked with testing Dr. McKay's rebuilt Alternate Reality Drive. As many of you are aware we are completing this mission jointly with the Russians so that can learn from us for when they begin exploring the stars again." He paused, "We have no idea what we will run into so we need to be ready for anything. This ship will remain in orbit for the time being, as we make sure the ARD is functioning properly and that the ZPG is not going to fail. If it all checks out well, we will have our maiden jump tonight. Secure your stations and help prepare the ship, Vought out."
Vought shut the console off and walked away. "How'd I do?"
Ross nodded, "Couldn't have done it better myself Sir," he looked behind Vought, "What did you think Sir?"
Colonel Sokolov nodded as well, "Very nicely done Vought, I wish to thank you again helping to mesh our people. I know some Americans still have issues working with the big bad Reds."
Vought met Ross's eyes as they both smirked at the comment, "I try my best Sokolov, I try my best. Ladies and Gentlemen let's get this old girl ready for her jump."
June 13, 2014 1700 Hours – Daedalus bridge, Low Earth Orbit
Colonel Caldwell looked out his ships forward window at the 3-km long battleship shaking his head. "Vought must be trying to compensate for something." He thought while grinning.
The Daedalus and Apollo were on escort duty for the Lantean ship; protecting her as she went through her final checks before her jump. Thinking back to the mission Caldwell remembered when Sheppard and his team and gotten stuck on the alternate Daedalus and almost were almost lost. Only McKay was able to save them. He shook his head, "No," he thought, "this isn't like that, McKay is better than he was this will wo-"
His thoughts were interrupted by an alarm, "Status?"
"Sir 6 Ha'taks just dropped out of hyperspace, they're targeting all of us!"
"Shields now!" he managed to yell out as the enemy barrage began.
Borealis bridge - Low Earth Orbit
Only the bare minimum of crew were on the bridge, Vought included as the rest of the command staff left to get a tour of the ship by Dr. Evan Lansby, colleague of one Dr. Rodney McKay. The bridge was quite as everyone readied themselves for their imminent jump. While Vought and Sokolov conserved at the back, a lone technician had his attention drawn to the forward window as 6 Goa'uld Ha'taks appeared out of hyperspace.
"Sir?" he began
Vought turned around and froze before running to the nearest console, "SHIELDS," he yelled as he reached for the comms, "All hands brace for impact!" he managed to let out as the enemy fire smacked into his ship.
The Borealis lurched as the concentrated weapons fire smashed into them before her shields went up. The lights flickered and failed in various portions of the ship as consoles exploded. The ships artificial gravity failed for a moment throwing men and equipment around like flotsam in a storm.
As the shields went up and the ship went to battle stations Vought fell back into the control chair. "Status?"
"Sir ventral shield emitter hit and failing, the nav computer took a hit hyperdrive is offline.
"Damn it there goes running," he thought dryly. "Weapon status?"
"All weapons offline sir looks like they hit a power junction…transporters offline as well."
"Shit not a lot of options," "Alright launch the 302s and get the Apollo below us. I'll start moving us away."
Towards the rear of the Ancient battleship F-302s began launching from its modified bay in flights of two. Once clear of the ship the fighters began taking a defensive formation around her.
Within the ship however a problem began to arise as the ZPG surged from the first impact. The surge had one unintended side effect as the ARD began an uncontrolled startup. The command staff surged back onto the bridge as the battle raged on around them, the radios a mess with chatter from the other ships and Earth as they tried to defend against the attack.
Vought noticed that some of them appeared banged up with Ross sporting a bleeding forehead. He looked around for the person he needed, "Ross where's Lansby? We need him."
"Unconscious Sir, he got thrown into a bulkhead, Pierce says he's going to be out for a while." Ross responded as he nursed his head. "What's the situa-"
"COLONEL!"
Vought turned to the scientist yelling, "What?"
"It's the ARD, it's started charging and I can't stop it!"
The bridge went silent as the knowledge sank in. "Serenity cut the connection!" silence, "Serenity?"
"She's offline Sir"
Vought looked around, "somebody get down to the ARD now before we jump, quickly!" The room burst into action as a group rushed off deeper into the ship. He looked at the scientist, "How much time do we have?"
"About 1 minute Sir"
Vought slumped into the control chair, "recall the 302s, they don't have time to land in the bay have them land on the hull." He reached for the radio, "To all Homeworld Security forces this is Colonel Vought of the Borealis. We have sustained damage to our alternate reality drive and are about to perform an uncontrolled jump."
The 6 of the 8 launched 302s landed on the ship with number 7 and 8 on their tails.
"This ship will return, sorry we can't help clean up this mess."
302 number 7 landed on the ship as the Borealis vanished in a blinding flash of light.
302 number 8 paused its mad dash before turning around and heading to the nearest engagement. The pilot was damn sure he was going to help someone since he failed to protect his ship.
Daedalus bridge, Low Earth Orbit
Caldwell was stunned at this report and he fell back in his chair as he looked at the place the Borealis once inhabited. Anger growing within he turned back to the battle at hand. "These bastards are going to pay," as the Daedalus charged back into battle he thought back to Vought, "You better come back Colonel, you better come back."
June 13, 1945 0900 Hours – 501st Joint Fighter Wing Base, Venezia
Flying Officer Eila Ilmatar Juutilainen sat in her room she shared with Sanya and sighed. Sanya had woken her up as usual upon returning from her night patrol and promptly fell asleep. She was incredibly bored so she was sitting at her desk playing with a pencil when she sighed again. Glancing to her left she spied her tarot cards and put down the pencil. Shrugging she pulled them out, "Might as well see what the future holds," she thought to herself as she set them up.
Drawing the first she flipped it over displaying the Wheel of Fortune, "Hm interesting," she thought, "Maybe I should tell Commander Minna about this, we should prepare for anything." Before continuing however she was suddenly struck by a vision.
After recovering from the vision she jumped up. "I need to talk to the Commander now!" she thought as she bolted out of the room. By the time she made it to the end of the hall however the alarm went off causing her to slide to a halt. "Oh no the Neuroi!"
Well guys here you go, hopefully this explains a lot more than the first chapter did. I'm planning on getting the next chapter out in a few days before I slow it down to a maybe once a week update. As promised the crossover has started "Hoorah," I hope it works out well. Since I have Russian soldiers in my story I have them speaking some Russian, if you need me to translate it let me know. I really don't want to keep leaving the translation in the story so just tell me. Ghostrider21 signing off