Author's note: All characters belong to their respective owners and inspiration for this fanfic was taken from the old "Strike Witches 1991" fan project.
Chapter 1: Into the storm
The year is 2024. It has only been a few months since the end of the Third World War. The roots of the war can be traced back to 2020. Following the disarray from the U.S elections, the People's Republic of China, taking advantage of the chaos in the U.S, launched an invasion on Taiwan to test the resolve of the United States. The United States responds in kind and begins to send reinforcements to Taiwan. Then, to the surprise of many, Russia joins the war on the side of the Chinese and begins to invade Western Europe to distract NATO from reinforcing the Pacific. Then the North Koreans decide to invade South Korea to finally unite Korea under one flag.
The Third World had begun.
After over 3 years of intense fighting with massive casualties on both sides, the war officially came to an end with the signing of the Helsinki Peace Accords. By this point, 500 million people were killed in the war, about 6% of the world's total population. Even after the signing of the peace treaty, there were those who continued to fight and as a result, the United Nations formed Task Forces to meet these rising threats, consisting of militaries from the various countries on both sides who wish not to see the world descend into another war. One such task force is on a resupply mission to Europe and it is here that a turn of events will change not only the lives of the task force but those of another world, where the fate of humanity is in the balance.
North Atlantic, about 300 miles from the United Kingdom
Task Force Leviathan
Current Mission: Escorting supply convoy filled with aircraft, vehicles, reinforcements and munitions to Europe for clean up operations in Southern France.
UNFS Kestrel, Flagship of Task Force Leviathan
Seaman Jacob Sanchez rushed up the ladder while at the same time balancing the stack of papers that were in his hands. Once reaching the top, he almost tripped on the steps and took awhile to regain his footing. Once that was done, he reached his destination which was the admiral's quarters. He reached the door and was about to knock when he heard a voice on the other side say, "Enter."
"Yes sir," He replied and proceeded to open the door. What greeted him was a long table with maps and multiple reports and standing over the table was a man of about sixty-four years old. He was wearing the standard service khaki shirt and trousers as well as a heavy weather jacket. His cap was on the table, revealing that he had white hair and a white mustache, showing his age. He was focused on a report and was looking at the map when Sanchez entered.
"Admiral Anderson sir?" Sanchez said, causing Anderson to look up from the report and at the sailor, "I have the additional reports you requested sir."
"Ah, yes. Let's see them son," Anderson replied holding out his left hand. Sanchez handed over the reports and noticed that he was wearing gloves.
'I have always seen him wear those gloves, even when we were in the Pacific. I wonder why?' Sanchez thought as he handed the reports to Andreson.
Anderson took the reports and began to look over them and then said, "You are probably wondering why I wear these gloves a lot huh sailor?"
Sanchez recoiled in surprise which caused Anderson to chuckle, "Relax son, I just wear these gloves because they were a gift from someone important to me. They passed away a long time ago so I wear them to honor their memory."
"Yes sir," Sanchez replied, still surprised by Anderson. Anderson looked over the reports that Sanchez delivered and then looked over at the map on the table, littered with flags and markers.
"Hmmm, while things so far are going well, they are going too well." Anderson mused.
"Sir?" Sanchez asked, confused.
"Ah, that's right. You are still new to the fleet," Anderson said.
"Yes, sir. I joined while we were refitting in San DIego," Sanchez replied.
"Well, son, to let you know we have been proceeding on schedule as well as everything going well but I do not like this," Anderson stated.
"Isn't that a good thing sir?" Sanchez asked, a bit confused.
"While it may be, we are still at war. Despite the Helsinki Peace Accord, there are still rogue forces out there. What I am worried about is that a different convoy taking this route was attacked by said rogue forces subs and yet we have not been engaged." Anderson replied. Another resupply convoy took the same route the task force was taking but they were ambushed by what they believed to be Russian Alfa class submarines, resulting in 5 ships sunk and 10 damaged.
"If that is the case, then now would be the perfect time to attack us. We now have the tankers with us," Sanchez pointed out.
"Yes, that would be the case. However, they know that it could also happen to them. Might be the reason why they may be just watching and waiting," Anderson concluded. The suddenly the intercom blared to life.
"Admiral to the bridge. Repeat, admiral to the bridge."
"Well, guess this has to be put on hold for now," Anderson said. He placed the reports on the table and grabbed his cap. He put it on and then followed by Sanchez left the room and headed to the bridge.
"Well, if they do attack, we can take them. Always wanted to be a part of the Lucky Leviathan," Sanchez responded with a small smile.
Anderson chuckled as the pair passed a few other sailors who stood at attention as they passed and said, "Is that what UN command is calling us?"
"Well, sir it is because you have always brought your ships back in one piece." Sanchez replied.
"All I do is follow the orders given to me. I don't look to be a hero, just to try and bring everyone home safe." Anderson replied as they arrived at the bridge and Anderson opened the door.
The bridge is filled with sailors who were looking over reports and making sure the carrier was up and running. One of the marine guards at the door noticed the admiral and yelled, "Officer on deck!"
Everyone stood at attention and faced Anderson and saluted him.
"At ease everyone," Anderson replied, returning the salute. The sailors returned to their business and Anderson approached the center of the bridge. At the center of the bridge, a woman was sitting at the captain's chair, reading over a report. She wore the standard Navy NWU but without the jacket, revealing tattoos on both arms.
"Hannako," Anderson as he stood behind the woman.
Commander Elisa Hannako turned to face Anderson before getting up and saluting him and after Anderson returned the salute asked, "Yes sir?" Hannako had black shoulder length hair and green eyes that seemed to look into your soul.
"What's our situation like Hannako?" Anderson asked
"Sir, we had received a transmission from GHQ out of Le Havre. It was marked for all ships heading to Europe," Hannako responded. She then handed Anderson a piece of paper.
Anderson took to paper and began to read it.
Attention all vessels heading to Europe.
Weather Station Keflavik has reported an unusual electromatic storm forming in the Atlantic. It is moving south, heading directly to route 151. All convoys traveling to Europe are to head north and use route 22 to make your way to Europe. Air support from Keflavik will be in the form of three F-15s.
GHQ out.
"Well, this certainly makes things a bit more complicated," Anderson noted.
"What are your recommendations sir? If we reroute to route 22, it will delay us by 4 days," Hannako noted. Anderson thought about it for a minute. If they were to change course, that 4 day delay could be fatal if any of the various rogue factions made their move.
"We can't change course. Our forces in Europe needs those supplies and ammunition. We will just have to push through the storm," Anderson stated. He then turned to look towards the communication officer.
"Alert the fleet: There is a storm that is going to be in our path to Europe. We are going to push through the storm so that we can get these supplies to our forces. I want destroyers to move to the outer ring of the fleet while the cruisers are to maintain the second protective screen. I want the battleships Missouri and Wisconsin to take the positions on the left and right side of the fleet respectively. I was all of our Aegis cruisers to have their radars on full spectrum and I want the destroyers and frigates to form an outer perimeter around the fleet. That should deter any enemy subs from snooping around,"
"Aye, Sir," The communication officer replied, reaching for the radio and began transmitting the orders.
"Next, we should launch some fighters to scout ahead. See how bad this storm is. What fighters do we have on standby?" Anderson asked.
"Well, we still have a Hummer up and the CAP should be coming back soon. I suggest we launch another Hummer and deploy the next CAP patrol immediately," Hannako recommended.
"Which squadron is on call for CAP next?" Anderson asked. Hannako picked up a tablet and after a few scrolls answered.
"That would be the 6th Naval Fighter Squadron," Hannako replied, though Anderson noted that she said that with hesitation.
"Is there a problem?" Anderson asked.
"Well, it's just that….. I have some complaints against the squadron sir," Hannako replied.
"I admit, they can be a bit…. Open with their thoughts but if I remember correctly, they are some of the best pilots we have and they have experience going into storms as scouts. So, launch them out as soon as they can." Anderson said, his voice not betraying any emotion.
"Aye, sir."
UNFS Kestrel Ready Room
"So, quick question, if you were offered to sleep with the captain would you take it.?" The pilot with brown hair and with an American Flag on his shoulder rolled his eyes at his Radio Intercept Officer, or RIO. They were currently waiting in the ready room along with other members of their squadron, on stand-by.
"Yusuke, that is like what, the 8th time you asked me that question?" The pilot replied as he continued to do what he was doing, reading Tom Clancy "Red Storm Rising".
"Yes, but you still haven't answered. Jeez Andrew, keep it up and I might just think you are into dudes," Lieutenant, Junior Grade (LTJG) Yusuke "Kendo" Hinamoto replied, taking a sip from the coke he had in his hand.
"Ok, first off, what you asked would pretty much get me thrown in the birg for the rest of my life and second, would we be talking about us still in uniform or not?" Lieutenant Commander Andrew "Devil" Vandegrift asked. Andrew was 29 years old, making him quite young to be a Lieutenant Commander but with the rapid loss of pilots during the war, he was thrust into the rank. His Radio Intercept Officer, Yusuke, hailing from Hiroshima was once a pilot from the Japanese Maritime Self Defense Force and now was serving as Andrew's RIO. And as the conversation was headed, the squadron's joker.
"Out of uniform. Say you guys randomly meet in a bar in Tokyo," Yusuke responded, having the biggest grin on his face. Andrew thought about it for a minute and then replied.
"Give me enough alcohol and maybe," Andrew replied, causing Yusuke to laugh.
Suddenly, the door to the ready Room opened and two individuals walked in. One was a female with short brown hair while the other was a much older male with a clean cut. Both had the Russian Federation Flag on their shoulders and both had a sort of drink in their hand.
They took their seats next to Andrew and Yusuke and the male spoke up, "What's the matter Yank? Having problems with the wife?"
Andrew looked over to the Russian and with a cold stare said, "Заткнись, черт возьми Nicholai"
Nicholai laughed and replied, "You Russian is a lot better than before. Practicing yes?"
"Whenever I have some Russians around yeah," Andrew replied, looking over to the other Russian smirking, causing her to Lieutenant Nicholai "Wolf" Ivanov and Junior Lieutenant Alexa "Princess" Lebedev are pilots from the Russian Federation, particularly their Naval Air Wing, They were one of the first to volunteer to be a part of the multinational UN Forces. Now, after flying with the squadron for about a year, they all feel close as if they were family.
Nicholai was more of the free spirit of the squadron, being the joker and overall individual who loves to piss off the brass. Alexa meanwhile is the daughter of a Russian admiral and wants to distinguish herself from her father. Both are excellent pilots who have impressive kill numbers to their name.
Both of them settled themselves on the sofa and the four began to chat when suddenly an alarm blared.
"General quarters! General Quarters! All hands, man your battle stations!"
The four immediately got up and ran out the room. They made their way to the lockers and began suiting up. Once they had their G-suits on, Andrew and Yusuke reached for their helmets. Andrew's was a red color with black lettering spelling "Reaper" while Yusuke's was sky blue with white words spelling "ドラゴン" . Both Nicholai and Alexa had just gotten new helmets so they had yet to decorate them. Once everyone was suited up and had their sidearm holstered on them, they all made their way to the briefing room where they were greeted by the Duty Officer, Lt. Daniel "Smoke" Sanchez.
"What's happening Smoke?" Andrew asked.
"Seems like we got a weird storm coming our way. Since you four are supposed to take over the CAP, captain wants you to launch now," Sanchez stated.
The four nodded and they all ran out the room and made a left. After navigating through the twists and turns of the carrier, they reached the deck. Their aircraft were near the island of the ship. As they were making their way to their aircraft, Andrew and Yusuke noticed one of the aircraft that was one of the Alert Five aircraft. It was a F-35B Lightning II but it was painted with the blue camouflage of the JMSDF. On its tail was a dragon insignia. The jet fired it's jets and a few seconds later it launched off the carrier, steam from the catapult releasing. The two observed the Lightning then can altitude and then banked left.
"That must be your sister," Andrew commented as the two turned and went to their jet.
"Yeah," Yusuke simply said.
"Hey man, you know she cares," Andrew said as they reached the jet.
"I know. Just kind of wish she showed it a bit more."
The two finally reached their jet and began to begin their flight check. Their jet is the F-14DF Super Tomcat. While Yusuke was new to the fighter, Andrew had a lot of experience with the jet. Switching from a F/A-18E Super Hornet to the Super Tomcat, Andrew could tell that the Super Tomcat was a dogfighter. And thanks to that, he was able to bag 66 kills to his name. After they finished the flight check, both men climbed into the Tomcat and strapped in. Andrew put on his helmet, pushed a few buttons and soon his F-110-GE-450 engines began to come to life. He looked back and saw that Yusuke was strapped in and then gave him the thumbs up, telling him he was good to go. The canopy began to close and once it shut, it sealed its pilots in it's protective case. Andrew looked forward at the plane director who told him to wait as his other partner signaled Nicholai and Alexa's jet to come forward first. Andrew saw as their Mig-29KR "Fulcrum-D+" passed in front of him and headed to catapult 1. Once they were cleared the flight director then turned to Andrew and began to leave his parking spot and head to catapult 2.
Another director motioned him forward so that he could get "hooked up". Deck hands wearing green shirts, the catapult team, and mindful of the powerful engines, attached the protrusion that would launch the jet to the F-14s front landing gear. They saw that it connected with the shuttle of the catapult and was secure before relaying the total weight of the Tomcat to the man controlling the catapult. The person in the bubble where the controls of the catapult are located gave a thumbs up and began to put in the numbers to the setting of the device. Once he was secured, Andrew was given the signal to begin moving his control surfaces. Yusuke in the back meanwhile, placed his left hand on a handle above him to get ready. After moving everything that would help the Tomcat fight, he got the all clear from the cat officer. Then the final moments began as they confirmed that the path down the bow was clear. A quick weapons check made sure everything was working and the blast shields raised behind him.
Andrew turned to his right and saw that Nicholai and alexa's jet was ready too. He could see Nicholai turn to face him and gave him the thumbs up. Andrew returned it and then looked back at the cat officer and waited to be acknowledged. After a few minutes, he heard a sudden whoosh and to his right, his eyes caught Nicholai's Mig getting catapulted off the deck and with engines blasting, climbed up to a safe altitude. Andrew then looked at the cat officer, who then smiled at Andrew and gave him the thumbs to let him know he was cleared to launch. Andrew gave the man a salute and then braced himself. The cat officer began to drop on one knee and then pointed forward.
It was at this point that the catapult fired.
Andrew tensed up as the Tomcat accelerated to flying speed in a short amount of time. The amount of G-force hitting his body made him feel like he was being sucked in his seat. The feeling was short as the Tomcat flew off the carrier and he had control again. The Tomcat drifted up and away. He looked and saw that all the lights are green.
"Reaper 108 is airborne, good shot," He radioed, indicating to the carrier that his fighter was good.
He began to stow the flaps and landing gear. He settled the fighter at 5,000 feet and banked right to climb. Off to his left, he saw Nicholai's Fulcrum climbing to meet him. He sailed in behind him and took up position on his left.
As they greeted each other, another voice called out on the radio, " Reaper 2-1, this is Dragon 1-3, you boys up?"
Andrew and Yusuke recognized the voice but Andrew responded, "We read you Dragon 1-3"
"Me and Dragon 1-4 will be heading south and take over the CAP in case you guys run into trouble. Radar is clear for now," Dragon 1-3 responded.
"Roger, we will give you all a holler if we run into anything," Andrew responded. The radio went silent again for a minute before dragon 1-3 responded again.
"You guys be careful," Andrew raised an eyebrow but didn't respond to Dragon 1-3 but to Yuske instead.
"Told you," Yuske just grunted. Andrew and Nicholai began to fly towards the storm but as they approached the storm, Andrew noticed that their clear skies.
'This is really odd. There should be storm clouds all over the palace by now,' Andrew thought to himself. The two jets continued their path until they finally approached the storm and what they saw shocked them. What they saw was something like an upside down tornado with the point of the tornado pointing upward. There were blue and green lightning in the storm as well, something no one in either jet have seen before.
"Святая Богородица," Nicholai said over the radio.
"What the hell? That ain't no storm I have seen before," Yusuke said out loud.
Andrew then snapped out of his stupor and then activated his camera. Before they left, it was decided that Andrew's Super Tomcat would get one of the upgraded TARP pods. Instead of the old KS-87 camera with the upgraded KS-99 digital camera, allowing it to transmit footage in real-time to the carrier as well as store it in a cloud storage, allowing the footage to be saved even if the pod was destroyed or damaged.
"Alright people, let's get to work," Andrew said as they began to approach the storm.
"This is going to be rough," Nicholai stated as he adjusted his harness. He looked back to Alexa and said, "Strap yourself in." Both fighters entered the storm and both pilots tightened their hold on the stick.
"Devil, I think something is wrong with the radar. I can't detect anything within the storm, it's just a large blob on the screen," Yusuke reported. As he said that, Andrew's HUD began to fluctuate on and off.
"What the fuck? My HUD is acting up! Wolf, you having any problems?" Andrew called out over the radio.
"I do. Trying to fix it," Nicholai responded as he too tried to fix his own HUD.
Soon, Andrew saw his instruments begin to go crazy and was surprised that his fuel gauge was going crazy, "What kind of storm is this? Our aircraft are even supposed to withstand a nuclear blast. This is bizarre"
"Devil, I just lost radar. We are completely blind!" Yuske said, his voice laced with panic. Now, the situation is now getting dangerous and Andrew raised the E-2.
"Rooster, this is Reaper 2-1, we have lost our radar. We are flying blind. I say again, we are flying blind," Andrew called out over the radio.
"R-r-roger R-R-R-eaper 2-1 proceed-" Andrew heard what he believed was the Hawkeye contacting him but suddenly there was static. Then he noticed the power of the engines rapidly decrease and their altitude dropping.
"Shit, we are losing altitude," Andrew called out as the two jets began to descend.
"Kendo, get ready to eject!" Andrew stated. Just as he said that, a lighting bolt struck the jet and Andrew used his right hand to shield his eyes from the blast as the jet dived towards the Earth.
August 11, 1991
Neuroi. An alien race that has fought humanity since ancient times. For centuries, humanity has had to fight these aliens for survival as they would occasionally pop up and attack humanity. This all accumulated during the First Neuroi War. However, it was in this war that humanity had found a weapon. Throughout the history fighting the Neuroi, humanity has had the help from young girls with magic powers called witches. During the war, humanity was able to develop units called Striker Units, mechanical machines that amplified the witch's magic powers. They first were used during the First Neuroi War and as time went on, began to be more developed. By the end of the Second Neuroi War, the witches really began to make a name for themselves and thanks to them, they were able to defeat the Neuroi.
However, the Neuroi just seemed to not stop coming.
Numerous more conflicts sprang up over time after the Second Neuroi War, along with this advances in technology helped humanity to fight the Neuroi. Finally, it is 1991 and once again, the Neuroi are back. This time they have appeared in the Middle East and no matter how many times humanity are used to the Neuroi, their attack still surprises everyone. And it is here in the deserts of the Middle East where history will once again be made.
Skies above Gulf of Aqaba, United Kingdom of Jazeera
A witch was flying at about 15,000 feet above the Gulf of Aqaba and she was breathing heavily. Her striker unit, an old Mig-21, was spitting smoke from the damage it received. The witch herself was also injured. There were some blood stains on her uniform,which was a white jacket, black skirt and black stockings. The blood is coming from a wound on her forehead and she had to use her black scarf to temporary patch up the wound. She was armed with an Ar-1 Assault Rifle , the main assault rifle for the kingdom. She was breathing heavily as she was using all her strength just to stay airborne.
"Just a few more miles and then I should be able to meet up with the elements of the multinational force," She said to herself. Her right engine began to sputter, causing her to fall slightly. She panicked and increased her magic input, the engine roared back to life. She breathed a sigh of relief but she can feel herself being fatigued.
"C'mon, just a bit more," she muttered. As she was heading towards the Sinai, she reflected on the past three days. Only three days ago, she was with her family in Riyadh, as usual and all of a sudden a Neuroi nest appeared above the city. She had rushed to the nearby air base and took an old striker unit that was under maintenance and went airborne to fight the Neuroi. Unfortunately, the city fell and she was forced to retreat from the city, but the Neuroi were relentless. Two more hives had appeared over the kingdom and now here she was, alone with no support, limping to a safety line where an Egyptian-Britannian task force had set up for retreating units. She was just entering the Sinai when her radar picked something up. Her radar was in the form of glasses that had a HUD for her to identify friendlies and enemies, similar to a HUD one would find in a fighter. Her radar was detecting something to her right. She turned and her radar picked up 7 unknown objects heading her way. The objects were not responding to the IFF so she can only conclude one thing.
"Neuroi," she said. She could not outrun them, as they were approaching at high speed and her striker unit won't last long. The only thing left to do is fight them. She checked her magazine, confirmed she had rounds in the magazine and then checked her spares. She only had another mag and then she was going to be out. She had already expended her missiles in a skirmish the other day. She will empty her gun here and then dive to the deck and head to friendly lines. Hopefully, she will at least make it close enough to allied lines so that she can just make an emergency landing.
The witch took a deep breath, steadied herself and then banked right to head right towards the enemy. She increased her speed slightly so that the interception point would be sooner. As they draw closer to each other, she lifted her rifle, took and aim at the nearest Neuroi, a drone by the looks of it, inhaled and squeezed the trigger.
Andrew was expecting to feel the impact of the water as his jet slamming into the ocean. After a few minutes of nothing, he opened his eyes to see that instead of falling into the ocean, he was flying straight as if nothing had happened. Immediately, he grabbed the stick to keep the fighter from diving and then checked his systems. His HUD seemed to be working, and all of his electronics are in good shape. However, it was outside that caught his attention, it was clear with blue water below him.
"Hey, Kendo you alive back there?" Andrew asked. Then he realized that Nicholai was not to his left and added, "Reaper 2-2, are you still airborne?"
He then heard a groan behind him and Yusuke replied with, "Damn, my head. Feels like I drank a shit ton of alcohol."
"Well, going to need you in shape buddy. You good back there?" Andrew asked.
'Yeah I',-" Yusuke stopped mid-sentence as he looked down and saw that there was some blood on his monitor. He reached up to his forehead and when his hand came back, it had blood, "bleeding".
'Wait what? How bad?" Andrew asked, a bit panicked.
"Nothing serious. Must've hit my head on the monitor when we went into that dive," Yusuke replied.
"Got it. Hold on, going to see if we can land somewhere," Andrew replied before turning his attention to his missing wingman, "Reaper 2-2, where the hell are you?"
"Reaper 2-1, coming on your right. But be quiet, our little princess seems to be sleeping," Andrew turned to his right to see Nicholai's Fulcrum settle into position.
"Alexa is passed out?" Andrew asked. Nicholai accelerated a bit and Andrew looked over to see ALexa slumped in her seat and seemed to be muttering into the radio.
"Nicholai, you have the honors," Andrew stated.
"Спасибо" Nicholai replied. There was a brief silence before he then yelled, "Проснись, испорченная принцесса!"
Alexa woke up from her slumber with a shout. As she finally got herself together and realized where she was, she responded, "I hate you all."
Andrew chuckled and said, "Rise and shine Princess. We gotta figure out where the hell we are."
"You think we are still in the Atlantic?" Nicholai asked.
"Not sure, looks like it we are- Oh come fucking on," Andrew groaned as he looked at his digital map and it was not showing anything.
"Wolf, my map is gone, is yours up and running?" Andrew asked over the radio.
"Negative, my radio is out too. This stupid piece of junk," Nicholai said over the radio, with Andrew hearing him hit the map.
"Devil, I tried to raise the fleet and I got nothing. Also, our comms are offline except between us and Reaper 2-2. Our weapon systems are online but that is about it," Yusuke reported, causing Andrew to sigh.
"Well, this is fucking great. No comms, GPS and maps are out and the only thing that is working is our weapon systems. At least if we get jumped by someone, we will be prepared for it," Andrew said. He was about to say something else when he thought he heard something on the radio.
"Kendo, you hear that?" Andrew said, trying to boost the radio up.
"Hold on, let me change the frequency," Yusuke replied. He began to mess with the radio until he found the right frequency.
"Ok, I think I got it but this is weird. This frequency hasn't been used since the 90s, probably around the time of the Gulf War," Kendo replied. Andrew adjusted the fighter, with Nicholai in tow until they found the right direction where the transmission was coming from, which was west. They headed in that direction as they got closer, they began to hear the transmission and what they heard surprised them.
"Anyone on this station, this is Griffon 12. I am currently engaged with drones. I shot down two but I can't hold for much longer. If there are any units nearby, requesting assistance."
"Drones? We didn't get any reports on any enemy drones near the fleet," Nicholai reported.
"SHould we respond?" Alexa asked.
Andrew thought about it and then replied, "Not yet. For now, let's head towards her and assess the situation. It could be the other way around and she could be an enemy engaging our drones."
Andrew then increased thrust and accelerated with Yusuke in the back, gulping out nervousness. Nicholai followed and soon they were getting closer to the fight.
Andrew squinted his eyes as he could see a fight ensuing. However, something was different. He was seeing red glints in the distance as well as tracers from a gun. As they got closer, Andrew could see what was happening and it shocked him.
"What the fuck?!" Andrew stated as he broke right on reflex catching Yusuke off guard.
"The hell? Warn me next time," Yusuke complained.
"Damn, Yank are you drunk or something?" Nicholai, asked, annoyed as he got back into formation on Andrew's left.
Andrew said nothing as he continued to look at the battle in front of him. The rest of the group also looked and they too became shocked. What they were seeing was 4 black flying objects, resembling JASDF MQ-90 Quoxs and they were shooting lasers of all things. But that was not what surprised the pilots. What surprised them was that the person fighting them was what looked like a girl wih an AK and something resembling a mig-21 on her legs as she dodged some lasers and then summoned a shield to stop one of the lasers from hitting her.
"Ok, is it just me or are we all seeing a girl with an AK, fighting Quox drones?" Andrew asked, his voice filled with shock.
"No, I see it too," Alexa piped up.
"Ok. I am not crazy then," Nicholai chimed in.
Andrew just continued to look on in amazement as the girl continued to dodge the lasers and then uttered the words that everyone was thinking.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?!"
Well, here it is. Another Fanfic that has been in the works for sometime. I can't really promise an update timeframe but will try to be consistent. Hopefully you all enjoyed the first chapter and see you all later.