Se7en: I do not own a thing.
Episode 4 - A Place 4 You 'N' I.
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The air felt humid and the smell of rain was growing stronger with each passing second. Looking up at the cloudy skies, it seemed like the rains wouldn't be far behind.
The wind whips past me, its refreshing coolness filling my lungs as I stand on the ship's deck, watching as the vessel slices through the waves toward our destination. The scenery is both surreal and captivating, the sea's vastness stretching out before me like a never-ending path, leading us into the unknown.
My mind wanders, wondering how long it will take to reach our destination and how the journey will unfold.
The sound of the sea waves crashing against the ship's hull was the only sound I could hear, aside from the occasional creaking of the wood beneath my feet. As I stood on the deck, watching the ship cut through the waves, I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for us to reach our destination. The idea of being in the middle of a vast ocean with nowhere to go was both exhilarating and sobering at the same time…
Needless to say, I am worried. We did leave the station without a word, and I can't stop wondering how everyone is doing. Are they all right? Have the fighting over yet?
The questions won't stop racing through my mind, no matter how hard I try to ignore them. As I sit on the wooden floor, I find myself curling up into a ball, hugging my knees close to my chest like some depressed school kid, feeling utterly helpless…
Dammit…! Why do I feel so useless!?
I want to be a sailor and serve on a ship, make friends, and have an awesome captain, but guess what!? When the fighting broke out, I hid away like a coward when I should be out there and do some fighting! Even a sailor knows how to shoot a gun, but I can't, I never get it right…
I can't even save a life… and now here I am all alone out here in the open sea…
What a day to start my day as a sailor, stretch that, I wasn't even a sailor yet…
Maybe I should have signed up as being a mech pilot like most of my peers, maybe then I can actually do something useful for the Navy…
My hand still feels the sick red blood of that one person I fail to save no matter how much I try…
The terrible stench of blood and burning flesh, the sight of smoldering buildings, and the lifeless face all around me, they all come back to haunt me…
I can still feel the sick red blood of that one person on my hands, no matter how much I try to wash it off…
I looked back to where I was sitting and it was by the ship's gun cannon, it was then that I was reminded that this is indeed a warship, a vessel of war…
War…
Is this really how it's all going to start? Another Japanese invasion of the station just like how they said it was back in world war two…
Just what the heck is going on? Like I wasn't all that updated on the news, but I even know the globe is having at it. There were reports of terrorist attacks, civilian uproars, and even small military clashes, but I never thought it would lead to an all-out war…
Why was there no declaration of war? Is it a surprise attack is how you do it? Without a warning, rule of engagement, or any regard for the like that will be parish…?
I know I have chosen the path of joining the military and wanted to become a sailor, serving in the Navy.
But I… I never thought it would be like this…
I can't help but let out a heavy sigh, close my eyes, and let my head rest beside the hard steel body of the cannon. I just want to take a nap through this for an hour or so, the route ahead is long after all…
"Mr. Becton…?"
"Huh?"
My eyes shot open when I heard a soft voice calling to me, I turned my head and looked at her, the strange girl in white.
"What's wrong, Laffey?"
I ask her concernedly, the mystery girl who bears the same name as this ship. She looks so innocent, I found it hard to believe she have any connection with a warship like this…
"Mr. Becton, are you sleepy…?"
"Why you ask?"
"There's the sleeping quarters inside, you can rest there…"
"I see..." I can't help but feel softened up to her…
"I'm alright though. Just a bit tired, but I'm fine…" I say, hoping it'd be enough to ease whatever worry she may have…
"By the way, you can just call me Julius." I'm not that older than eighteen…
"Ah…"
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A strange silence seems to hang over us, I guess neither of us knows what else to say to strike up a conversation…
"Uhm… So you said we were going somewhere, what was that place again?" I guess I just have to ask…
"Azur Lane Island. It's somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."
"Azur Lane Island? I'd never heard of that place before. What could be there?" that's strange, hadn't the world already covered all existing landmarks surrounding the globe?
"There's an international naval station there. I was supposed to return there today with the package along with the others, but anyone else seems to be busy somewhere…"
"I see…" Could it be because of the attack on the station?
"Won't it be dangerous if we're going by ourselves?" you never when you might encounter the alien, BETA even out here in the Pacific Ocean…
"We'll be ok… I think so…? Ahh~"
She finished saying so with a sleepy yawn. I can feel a bit of cold sweat forming on the back of my head. I suppose I should trust her judgment then…
Package though, could it be that strange Tactical Fighter she keeps on the ship?
"Huh?"
I feel a bit of a lightweight land beside my shoulder, my eyes are filled with a ball of white that is her hair as I realize she leaned herself against me with her eyes closed…
"Hey…"
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The warmth of her body against mine is comforting, and I can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness over her. At this moment, I feel like the only thing that matters is keeping her safe and making sure she's okay…
"Mister… Becton… Cap… tain…"
I do not understand what she means by that, there are many things I don't understand, who is she? Who is Laffey? How is she able to control this ship by herself? What was that machine in there and why did she want me to pilot it when I had zero knowledge of being a pilot?
Despite all of the questions catching a cloud over my mind, perhaps the most noticed one is this strange feeling I have for her even though we only got to know each other in an hour or so ever since we met in the warehouse.
But despite all the unusual circumstances, it almost feels as though it is my responsibility to care for and be protective of her. I never felt anything like this before, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to make sure she's cared for…
The only sound that keeps me company is the sound of the wave hitting the ship's hull, the freshness of the ocean wind as it blows by gently…
I started to feel my eyes growing heavy and before long, I could no longer resist the natural melody and closed my eyes…
The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was…
"Ju… li… us…"
Her soft, sleepy voice…
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[09:30 AM]
Personnel and maintenance crew rush from one spot to another, doing their assigned job with efficiency. The sounds of movements and voices echo throughout the space as they prepare for the upcoming phase.
"Clean it, clean it! Everyone make way!"
The chief technician's voice comes through loudly as he barks out instructions, making sure that everyone clears out of the way to allow for a safe landing.
The sound of the heating engine can be heard growing louder as their crafts come closer and closer to the hanger by second.
"Lieutenant Tsukuyomi, you are clear to make land. Okaerinasai."
The voice of the radio-woman crackles through her communication unit.
"Eee, It's good to be back. I wasn't even gone that long." Tsukuyomi replies with a small smile on her lips.
She turns her gaze back to see beside her is another craft flying by her side just a few feet back.
A white second-generation Type-94 Shiranui. Its pilot of the Shiranui has been silent for a while now, this makes her wonder if the kid is worried that she'll scold him for interfering in her duel with that orange American from earlier.
She can't fault the kid for wanting to protect his commanding officer, it comes from a place of concern. But she needs to make sure he understands that she is a lieutenant and it should be her job to train and look out for newbies like him, especially if he is going to be part of her squad.
She shakes her head to push the thoughts away as she shifts the focus of her eyes back to the landing path ahead.
With a steady and firm touch, the two of them landed their crafts safely and entered the hangar, allowing the launching gate to close behind them.
She carefully maneuvers her red Type-82 Zuikaku in the perfect position to allow the technician teams to lock it in place, before finally opening the cockpit lock and stepping out. Allowing the teams to start their checkup of any damages.
She removed her helmet, freeing her long misty-green hair to flow freely across her alluring waist.
She stood tall and took in a deep breath, allowing the homey air to envelop her being, relishing in the comfort of her surroundings.
With such a breathtakingly lean figure, it's no wonder that most men can't help but turn their attention towards the fair-skinned beauty that is the ship's most experienced pilot, with years of experience under her belt.
However, her pilot suit leaves little to the imagination, still, she isn't one to question the appeal of her equipment as long as it's functional and reliable, that's all that matters.
"Welcome back, Tsukuyomi-sensei!"
Her piercing emerald irises shift to the familiar voice of her squad, who are gathered before her to welcome her back.
"How was your scouting, sensei?"
She can't help but allow a small smile to grace her face, feeling the warmth of their welcoming greeting. She's worked alongside these people for some time now, and it warms even her heart of steel to see them gathered around her, eager to hear about her scouting mission.
The sight brings back happy memories, reminding her of the strong bond they've built over the years and the trust they have in each other. She's grateful to be a part of such a close-knit group, and she feels lucky to have such loyal and dedicated subjects by her side.
"Ha! You all knew It was nothing but a workout for me. But I get to test the strength of the American ace."
"Surely those dishonorable Americans can't do so much as a scratch to you!"
Most of her squad seems to think so, but their confidence in her does not sway her from reality. She knows better than to underestimate her enemies, regardless of their nationality.
"Well, the American did more than scratch to my 82."
She lets out a light chuckle as she motions towards her mech as the technical team checks it for damage. There are multiple bullet holes, as well as some deep, jagged markings from a knife.
"Masaka…!"
Indeed, the more she thinks about it, the more impressed she is by her opponent's skills. If she had been careless, she's certain that the American could have easily severed her mech's sword arm with just a knife.
She decides to pay the cocky bastard tenfold though, but that is enough to remind her that even with her experience, training, and prowess as a pilot, she was reminded that there is always room for improvement and there are still other strong opponents inside and outside of their nation.
*Clank-clank-clank!*
She tilts her ear toward the noise, scanning the hangar with her eyes until she spots the machine making clunking footsteps. It is the white Type-94, she watches as it steady itself on the spot and gets locked in place by the technical teams.
She decides to approach the mech and stand beside her squadmates, eager to welcome the newest addition to their team.
After a minute or so of waiting the cockpit seal finally unlocks, with a hiss of pressure releasing. A moment of suspense builds as the seal slowly opens, allowing the pilot to step out. And as the tension fades away, replaced with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The squad members cluster around the new pilot, eagerly waiting to meet them and hear about their experiences.
"Konnichiwa~! Welcome to squad Yukikaze! Do you like tofu?"
Says a light spirit female member of the team.
"..."
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However, despite their efforts to engage with the new pilot, they were met with only silence…
His helmet fully covers his facial features, making it impossible to read his expression. He remains motionless as the visor reflects their image back at them like a mirror. It's a surreal and unsettling sight, making the squad members feel uneasy. They try to break the silence with a friendly greeting, but the pilot's lack of response only adds to the tension in the air.
"Well, we don't have time for a staring contest all day, get off your helmet and introduce yourself, soldier."
This time, it was the green-haired lieutenant who spoke as she stood in front of the rest of the Yukikaze, confirming the unknown pilot.
Since she is likely to be his superior, he has no choice but to comply and begins to put away his helmet, slowly as he did so, he couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and anticipation as the squad members watched him intently.
Hesitantly, he reached up to remove his helmet. The silence felt like an eternity as his hands fumbled with the latch to remove the helmet…
And as such, it was inevitable…
...
...
...
Now she understands why the kid tries to remain silent most of the time.
"Nani…?!"
"Masaka…! It's an American!?"
"You kidding…"
Were the general reaction of her squadron, some were shocked, some were natural, or outright a harsh glare as they took in his appeal.
Shoulder-length blonde-haired, oceanic blue eyes, all features that would suggest him to be of Western descent…
However, she can see it. That look in his eyes, the eyes of a warrior, a silent warrior. He had the blood of a Japanese running in vain, a proud and resilient warrior who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
"What is your name?"
There is no nonsense in her voice as she demands for his name.
"Kai. Nishizawa Kai, reporting for duty, Taicho."
[US Naval Station Pearl Harbor, at 01:30 PM]
"Well, I must say I'm surprised. You certainly live up to your new role, commander."
Say, Admiral Anderson as the young Commander once again found himself at the office in the station's headquarters.
"You single-handling planning out a counter-strike against the fleet that was surprise attacked us and destroyed them in less than an hour. I would have sent a couple of TF squadrons to assist, but you already got things done with just Jackson's squad. That's quite impressive for both you and the bastard."
The Admiral continues to commend the newly appointed Commander Parker as he pours the glasses of alcohol and offers the young man one.
He hesitantly accepts the glass, he isn't much of a drinker. But it was one for honor from a superior officer, so he just has to take it as a prize and reward himself for a bit.
He took a small sip, finding the smooth, aromatic flavor to be a welcome distraction from the tense situation at hand.
"Thank you for your words of praise, sir. But I am simply doing my best within the given circumstances."
Parker took a moment to reflect on the Admiral's words of praise, feeling grateful for the acknowledgment of his comrade's efforts. Holding the glass of wine carefully with both hands, he continues.
"The real credit goes to those who have given me their support and trust. I am simply giving the order, but they are the ones who truly deserve the recognition, having carried out the task and faced danger. At the end of the day, I am relieved that we were able to get out of this situation without any further loss of life."
His response was heartfelt, and the satisfaction of being able to lead his men through the difficult situation was evident in his voice.
"Worry not, Parker. I'll be sure they are rewarded accordingly. That aside, because of the situation it seems we will have to cancel your trip to your new base for a couple of days, I give it two or three as most, by then the station would have recovered enough power to defend itself. We will need you to continue your duty and defend the station until then. Will that be arrangeable?"
Anderson says as he pours the Commander another glass of his well-aging Jack Daniel.
"Understood, sir. I'm glad to be of service."
*Clink!*
The edge of their glass rings in union upon contact, marking their union in a joyful toast. The strong taste of alcohol fills their tongue, washing down their throats with a warm, satisfying sensation. It is a ritual as familiar as friendship itself, signaling their bond and unwavering support for one another as officers.
"Well, if there's anything else you would like to know? As a commander, you're out to be well-informed of all the necessary information you need to perform your task properly. Feel free to speak as you have it."
He gathers his mind for a moment before asking as the Admiral allows it.
"Well, how do you think the Japanese will respond to this? I can't seem to wrap my mind around what could be the reason for them to attack us…"
The politics between their nations can't be that bad, can it?
"Who knows, maybe they want another shot at the US like some sore losers? But you know the world isn't the same as it was before, or it has always been that way, it wasn't uncommon for people to fight over the smallest excuse to start a war."
"But as for those Japanese, they somehow regain their imperial way of ruling after the meteors hit the Earth, probably way before and under America's ignored nose. Not just Japan, but the Soviets, China, Britain, and even the Euro Union are having at it! A big party is about to start and we call it World War Three."
As the Commander listened intently to the Admiral's words, he couldn't help but be reminded of the world's tendency toward conflict.
It's a topic that has been widely discussed around the news and social media platforms. Even with the threat of the alien lifeform, BETA around several parts of the world, perhaps at the end of the day humanity's greatest enemy is still itself…
"If those Oh so honorable Japanese aren't giving us a clear answer for what they did today in this station again, then BOOM! There goes the land of the rising sun."
As the Admiral spoke about the possibility of another nuclear bombardment on Japan, the Commander felt a chill run down his spine. The thought of such a dire action, even if carried out by his own nation, was horrifying. The implications of such an act were unthinkable, and the mere mention of it was enough to make the Commander's heart race…
"Well, that's all I can think about. Whatever it is, I have no business in it other than shooting as the Persistent order. They didn't pay a soldier to think, that the politicians and their mind games."
As the Admiral spoke, Parker couldn't help but agree with his sentiment. As a soldier, his job was to follow orders and defend his country to the best of his ability. The politics and decisions made by the higher-ups were beyond his control, and it was not his place to question them. Now that he is a commander, His focus should remain on doing his job to the best of his abilities and making sure that those under his command are safe and well-taken care of…
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"Commander…"
"Sir?" He was pulled from his daydreams and back to the present moment upon the Admiral addressee.
The two men look each other in the eyes.
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"No matter what kind of conflict you will find yourself in this time and age, do not lose sight of your duty, not for a nation, but for yourself as a man. That's an order, understood?"
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"Understood, sir. You can have faith in me."
He can't help but feel the wisdom in the older officer's words as they rang true to his heart and his mind, a reminder of the path he had chosen in his father's footsteps…
*Clink!*
With another toast, he took a sip from his glass and felt the warm liquid glide down his throat. He made a silent resolution to always remember his duty and stay true to his values, no matter what challenges he might face in the future…
"Well? What other questions do you have?"
"Well… hiccup"
He felt a strange sensation begin to wash over him. His head was starting to feel lighter and his limbs heavier, as if he were caught in some sort of dream. The liquid continued to snake its way through his bloodstream, its warm, soothing flavor clouding his mind with a sense of blissful ease.
"I… hiccup had met a strange woman… hiccup on a ship… hiccup she is as beautiful as an angel… hiccup"
He found himself struggling to complete a sentence without being interrupted by a hiccup. His words were mixed with the sound of his lungs contracting and expanding, making it difficult for others to follow his story.
Meanwhile, old man Anderson can be seen smiling as if he seems to know just who the commander is referring to even before he finished saying.
"But the… strange thing is that… hiccup she has magic… some kinda, um… weird blue light hiccup… then, the ship starts to move on its own like a ghost ship…"
"Haha."
Anderson allows himself to laugh a little as he pours the glasses.
"Well, commander, you certainly have an eventful day. And I think I know just what kind of woman you were talking about…"
"Sir…???" he can't help but raise an eyebrow at his words as the Admiral is having a weird smile on his expression.
"Tell me, have you ever heard of Shipgirl?"
"Ship… Girl???"
"It's bullsh*t translation, but yeah, that's what you call them."
"Whaaaaaat…??????"
[Pearl Harbor's Naval Air Station, 02:00 PM]
"You've got to be kidding me…"
Say, the 2nd lieutenant, Ryan Jackson as he sits by the cafe table. Medical bands can be seen wrapping around his head and arm.
"You're telling me that the entire battle was us versus a bunch of Terminator-wanna-be? Are you sure about that, man? 'cause I'm sure it was a human woman who gave me one helluva beating when I tried to flirt with her."
"Yeah, or at least that's what the reports were saying. They didn't find a single corpse or sign of ejection in those Fighters, nor did the fleet we helped the commander sink, giving any sight of life on them."
Say a fellow pilot of Africa's original as he took a gulp of his beer.
"It could be a commanding unit or their overseer you faced. You sure like catching the big fish, Lieutenant," he continues with a small smirk spreading across his face.
"Haha, you know me, Orson." he chuckled at the comment. It's how he survives to this day…
His hand moves automatically to the pocket of his trouser, instinctively fishing out a pack of cigarettes. With his uninjured hand, he pulls out a cigarette and carefully places it between his lips. After a moment, he lit the end with a small lighter and inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar sensation of warm smoke filling his lungs.
He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long puff of smoke as he closed his eyes to relax.
This is his life now, one that is a bit full of ups and downs. From throwing his teenage years away and joining the military, away from his bullcrap of a family. Then journeying to the moon and encountering dangerous moon rabbits who nearly ate him alive.
Coming back to Earth with some trauma and living with it for a while until his former Captain, Rico snaps him out of his bullcrap and drags him back to the life of a soldier.
Then, he gains a new power by becoming a robot pilot and killing alien invaders, joining the efforts in freeing Hawaii and eventually finding a new home on this island…
Despite what he has been through, Jackson has always managed to find the strength to push through hardships and become a stronger person.
Yup, how fun it is to be himself.
He raised his head back up and took a look around the cafe again, taking note of each and every member of his squad. But other than some puny injuries, they're fine.
"Let's see… where is that kid?"
[Naval Air Station Ford Island, Utility General Hangars, 02:30 PM]
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I don't… understand.
Was my mind really playing tricks on me? I could have sworn I…
Questions keep repeatedly wrapping around my mind like a prison as I look back at the event of today.
My eyes continue scanning the waste of our enemy machine units as they are being cleared away, some received an instant kill at the cockpit, however, I could have sworn there were human pilots in those Gekishin units, but then there were none, how can it be? Were they too, are AI pilots? But the feelings they gave off are human…
I haven't yet mastered my ability, but it never wrongs me like this…
Not only that but that strange presence…
Whoever they are, I can't shake the feeling that we were somewhat alike, someone with the same kind of power as mine yet stronger, far stronger…
Just what is the power of our enemy?
"Oi, catch!"
My reflection kicked into high gear as I instinctively caught a can of energy drinks flying toward me without even looking the moment it was within my range, ensuring its safe arrival in my hand.
"Thank Andy!"
I say before popping it open and taking a sip, feeling the energizing buzz of the caffeine coursing through my veins.
"Quite an eventful day, isn't it? The US is likely to throw back some sh*t after this, and personally, I say get the hell on it already."
He says as he leans back at the hanger wing with his own can.
"What the rush, chief?" I ask the elderly chief technician.
"The world is on its edge, Kid."
Andy begins to speak, almost as if he is speaking to himself.
"As I said before, nobody will take sh*t from anyone anymore, war mongers want to raise war for whatever batsh*t reason they have, and war merchants want to make blood money from war."
He pauses for a bit to take a sip from his energy drink, despite his age, I can tell that he isn't one to back down from a fight…
He continues.
"Nobody had time to listen to politicians talking crap about peace and communication anymore. All barking and no action, it's getting boring real quick. When you look back at history, you see that it has always been one that rule with an iron fist, and that didn't change even with the alien farting in our face."
He finishes with a laidback yet hidden disappointment under his voice, I can't help but feel the truth in his words…
"By the way, it seems like out of all of the Eagles here, your 15 seems to be the only one coming out unstretched, must say I'm amazed. Found any improvement?"
"You bet! The joint works are running smoother than usual, the sensor visor is clearer, and the Jump unit is easier to manage the output adjusting. You really are the chief technician!"
I happily gave him the feedback. While he is aged enough to be my granddad or so, I can tell that we get along as friends despite the gaps between our generations.
"Haha! I'm glad to hear that, Justine Boy, but I can't take all the credit. It's a team effort, I trained those rookies myself and they all have one job is to maintain and improve these machines!"
I turn to share a look with Andy as his experienced eyes take in the processes around us, with the technical teams carefully checking for any signs of damage on the Eagles or helping with the clear-up around Ford Island. I can't help but feel a sense of awe at the expertise and professionalism of the technicians around me, knowing that I'm in good hands and that they will do everything in their power to ensure that our equipment is in tip-top shape for the next mission. I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude and respect toward these hard workers.
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And yet, as I continue to look around I can't help but let my eyes wander over the devastated destruction that had been wrought upon the station.
Buildings lay in ruins, having fallen victim to the flames that had smoldered them down to ashes. Broken and battered vehicles can be seen scattered across the grounds, while shattered firearms and other equipment lie discarded, waiting for someone to salvage what little remains can be of use.
And everywhere, trails of red blood could be seen, painting the soil a lurid shade…
The injuries were taken to all the nearest hospitals across the harbor, but the dead are ranging up for one final identification before being placed into the black body bag of their size…
I avert my eyes from the ranging spot. I am no stranger to death, having seen it time and time before. Innocent people here and there, soldiers who lost their lives against the aliens.
Even those under the same pilot training program as me…
And yet, it is still heart-wrenching no matter how much I try to steel my heart or try to become cold to the reality surrounding me…
"Suck, isn't it? But this is the world we live in. Peace is only a long wind letter written on a fragile piece of paper that is easily ripped by those who seek war. After World War II and even the Vietnam War, I stop giving crap about what those bullsh*t fakers had to say and just continue to do my job out of passion."
Andy says as the elderly man shares the look with me.
"You're still young though. As I said before, don't be afraid to stand up and fight for what you believe is right, be it for a fleeting peace or a path of war and glory, the choice is yours to make, and no egghead or four-eyes has any right to stop you, they are all bark and no action. Only you know for yourself what you are fighting for."
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He's right, I had no need to worry about the problems of the world. I'm just a pilot with some kinda psychic ability. I choose to walk this path because I want to contribute what little help I could against the threat of the BETA and to also find the answer to my blurry vision of the doomed future that haunts me.
If a war were to break out, so be it, I'll take it head-on!
"Oi! You there kid!?"
I was snapped out of my thoughts when a familiar voice called out to me.
"Yes, Sir?" It was the Lieutenant.
"What are you doing there? Anyone are in the cafe and have a few blasts while you're out here and check the mechs?"
I exchanged a wave with Andy and parkour my way down the balcony, and landed before the Lieutenant. He seemed a bit surprised and interested when I didn't climb down the ladder like normal people. I have agility and higher reflection than most people, so why not have a bit of fun with it?
"Just catch up with the chief technician. Anything new, Lieutenant?" I ask excitedly as we begin to walk in the direction of the cafe.
However, as soon as I notice the bandages on his head and arm, my mood shifts a little.
I know that the Lieutenant had frequently put himself at risk to ensure the success of our missions, and I can't help but feel a sense of admiration for my senior dedication and bravery.
From what I know about Lieutenant Jackson from Instructor Sala, He is a veteran and a professional fighter. Though it was best not public knowledge, he was also one of the survivors from their trip to the moon and first-hand bear witness to the discovery of the BETA on the lunar's surface along with the Instructor and two other people.
"Nothing for now and I'm sure it will remain that way for a few days, old man Anderson should have us an assignment then." He says with his usual laid-back attitude.
"Anderson? You mean the Admiral?"
"Uh-huh, he should retire already, we don't need an eighty years old fossil to wander the base and boss us around. Let the generation do their job already."
I'm sure he means it well deep inside…
"I think he's anything but a fossil. They said he'd punch a hole through an iron well with his bare hands."
I should get used to his cocky way of speaking by now, it's been like that since we met.
"Yeah, so they said. He passed his prime now, dude should just sit back and watch football. This is our fight, our year to shine!"
He chuckles at himself and I found myself following. I'm glad to have a lighthearted person as my squad leader…
"That asides, I think you earn quite the reputation yourself."
"Huh? What's that all about?" I ask, confused by what he means.
"You single-handedly took down a wave of hundreds or more of those Japanese units and easily defended "our" commander fleet. That's quite impressive for a rookie, you'd know what the ladies are calling you?"
What…???
[Pearl Harbor Anchorage, Naval Hospital, 02:50 PM]
"There you go~! All patch up!"
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Annie."
Say the young woman as she expresses her gratitude. Her arm can be seen wrapped in the medical white bandage which Mistress Annie had used to tie her wound. Luckily, it does not appear to be more serious than a dislocated elbow.
"You're very welcome Helena, my dear. However, please take care not to exert yourself too much with that injured arm. It will heal in a few days' time, and you'll be back to fighting condition. If you need any help, don't hesitate to let me know," she said, her voice gentle as she addressed the younger girl.
The blue hair, Helena nodded gratefully, feeling comforted by the nurse's kind words and gentle demeanor. It meant a lot to her, knowing that there were people looking out for her even in the midst of such chaos.
Human… to be so kind to a being like her…
The nurse smiled at her, offering a reassuring nod before moving on to her next patient. Helena watched her go, feeling a sense of gratitude for the nurse's compassion and care. She knew that she was in good hands, and that brought her a sense of peace amid everything that was happening around them.
Yet, as her eyes scan her surroundings, she can't help but feel her heart sinking at the sight of these patients, they are all soldiers who were wounded during the attack…
These soldiers, humans… some of them are having their wounds far worse than hers, she can't but feel ashamed for even coming to the hospital with just a dislocated elbow when there are still so many wounded humans who need immediate medical treatment…
She decided to leave the hospital quietly, making a mental note to inform Mrs. Annie when she recovered, and thanked her again.
She makes her way out of the hospital's gate and finds the familiar fiery red-haired of Phoenix as she waved at her from the jeep.
She breathes a sigh, hoping that her half-sister-ship model didn't take the vehicle without permission this time, or the officers will tell their ears out again, whether they are Shipgirls or not…
She quickly dismisses the thought and gets in.
"So? Anything ok?" Phoenix asks as she starts up the engine.
"Nothing serious, I just have a dislocated arm. The nurse said I'll be fine in a couple of days." She tie-up the seatbelt as the vehicle began to move.
"I see, that's great then."
…
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…
The ride appears to become a quiet one. Normally, with her rather outgoing perspective, Phoenix would usually strike up a conversation or make some joke, yet she found herself becoming quiet and simply focusing on keeping her eyes on the road. Heading to the shipyard, their dorm is nearby…
On the drive back, Helena leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, trying to distract herself from the thoughts that were weighing heavily on her mind. Feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin as the wind brushed through the strands of her long, flowing azure hair as if they were dancing to the cool breeze that brought a momentary sense of comfort to the young girl. The Amethyst color of her eyes wandered aimlessly, taking in the surroundings and the scenery around her, seemingly dumbing the ache of her arm.
Her gaze drifted towards the more military aspect of the anchorage, taking in the sight of buildings still smoldering, being touched by the blaze during fighting, and the scorch marks left on the ground.
She watched as officers and military personnel worked tirelessly to clean up the aftermath of the battle. The bustling activity around her was brisk, with men and women in uniform moving back and forth with purpose, carrying out their roles in the cleanup efforts.
Despite the chaos around her, there was also a palpable sense of purpose and determination in the air. It was clear that the people here were focused on getting things back to normal as quickly as possible, coordinating the cleanup efforts in an organized manner. She felt a sense of admiration for their determination and professionalism, even in the face of such devastation. Despite the tragedy that had occurred, it was clear that the base was still functioning and that people were doing what needed to be done to keep it running.
She couldn't help but be reminded of what it was like to have a crew on her ship when she was still just an inanimate vessel. She longed for the commotion and the energy of the officers and enlisted men bustling about the deck, and the determination of a captain that sought to lead them through the scorching sun and darkest night…
And yet, here she is now. Reborn and all alone in this unfamiliar future that is her world. She longs for the comfort and unity of a crew, for the excitement and purpose of exploring the vast ocean together…
But those days are long gone, and the only thing she has left are memories and the hope that one day, she'll find a purpose and a place in this strange and ever-changing world. The sky feels colder than she remembers, the ocean more restless, and the air heavy with a sense of uncertainty and loss.
She misses the familiar faces of the sailors, the radiomen, the officers, and the captain, the sound of their laughter and the warmth of their presence…
But now, all she has is the vastness of the world before her, the unknown path that lies ahead, and the dangers that are awaiting…
"So… how do you feel?
"Huh?"
She was snapped back to the presence when her superclass sister asked.
"I'm sorry, what was that…?" she asked, trying to buy some time to collect her thoughts. She didn't want to seem rude by ignoring Phoenix, but at the same time, she wasn't quite sure what the other girl was referring to.
"I asked how you felt, being engaged in a real battle for the first time in this world, I mean," Phoenix repeated and classified her words as if she didn't want to interrupt the younger girl's train of thought.
Helena felt a twinge of guilt for not paying attention to her sister ship model. She had been so lost in thought that she hadn't even noticed that Phoenix had been talking to her.
"I'm… I'm alright, Phoenix. Thank you," Helena said, trying to sound as upbeat as possible. She didn't want Phoenix to worry about her, and she certainly didn't want to make her feel bad for not paying attention.
"That's good to hear. Just let me or Brooklyn know if you need anything, ok?" Phoenix said with a smile, seeming to sense that Helena was still somewhat preoccupied.
"Ok,"
She replied with a smile of her own. She was grateful for Phoenix's concern and kindness, and she made a mental note to make it up to her sister ship models later. After all, the least she could do was be there for them when she needed it, just as they were there for her now…
"Uh-huh, we're in this together. I know it's a bit hard to get a grip on, but this is our life now. Reborn as some kinda anthology avatar for our ships, in a world where aliens exist, and robots fly around gun blasting."
She nodded silently, taking in Phoenix's words. She had been struggling to come to terms with their new lives as anthropomorphic avatars, and it was comforting to know that her sister felt the same way.
"Yeah," Helena finally said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I guess it's still hard for me to wrap my head around all of this. But you're right, we're in this together. We have to rely on each other to figure this out."
She looked at Phoenix, feeling a sense of gratitude for having her sisters by her side. Despite the chaos of their existence, having people to share it with made it feel a little less overwhelming.
"Thank you, Big sis, Phoenix. I'm glad we have each other." She said, smiling happily.
As they drove for a bit longer, the familiar shape of the shipyard loomed closer and closer. The smell of freshly welded metal and freshly-oiled machinery greeted their noses as they pulled up to the entrance.
The docks were a flurry of activity as personnel scurried back and forth, busy with the repair and maintenance of their ships. Helena and Phoenix's ships were among the many that were being tended to, undergoing various checks and repairs to ensure they were in tip-top condition.
Hearing the sounds of the shipyard and seeing the bustling activity, Helena couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. Even though their old lives were long gone, they had found a new family among these metal giants, and they were proud to be a part of it…
They went past the dock and finally came to a stop at the entrance of the dormitory building, one that had been specialized to suit their basic living conditions as ships. The elderly Admiral is so kind…
She steps out of the Jeep and sighs a breath of relief. At least the officers weren't here to give them an earful and have them do pull-ups for taking the car…
She leans back to the side of the vehicle and once again takes in the scenery surrounding her. The unlimited skyline that stretched out as far as the eye could see, the deep and restless sea that seemed to go on forever, the crowded anchorage that was buzzing with activity, and the people in uniform who moved around with a sense of purpose.
It was hard to believe that it was several months ago, that the moment she opened her eyes, she was alone in the open ocean that was her final resting place…
But now, she was here, in a world so different from the one she once knew, but one that felt like home nevertheless. It was her world now, her home, and she was determined to make the most of it, no matter what challenges lay ahead.
She smiles, it was a sight to behold, pure as the spring water that flowed freely down the mountainside. It had the power to melt even the coldest of hearts, bringing warmth and hope to those who were lucky enough to catch just a glimpse of it. It was a smile that could light up the room, making even the most gloomy corners seem bright and colorful. It was a smile that could make all the difference in the world, spreading joy and happiness wherever it went…
"Well? Come on, let's get inside. Brooklyn should be cooking something by now."
"Ok."
She soon follows Phoenix as they begin to open the door. However, she is stopped in her tracks when she suddenly feels a strange sensation wash over her.
She turned her gaze towards the Naval Air Station that is only distanced by the water, her heart fluttered with a sudden and unexpected feeling.
It was a fleeting sensation, one that lasted only for a moment, but it felt all too familiar. It was a feeling she couldn't quite put into words, one that made her heart feel silly and light…
It was a feeling she hadn't experienced before, one that made her feel so alive and curious in a way she hadn't in a long time…
Then, it hit her. This feeling it feels… just like that time…
He was there and being the wall that shielded her from the blades of the devils…
"Who are you? Ô, fallen angel…"
"Huh??? Who are you talking to?"
"Huh!? Uh, nothing! Nothing at all!"
She was lost in her thoughts when Phoenix turned to her and asked. She scratches her cheek and laughs silly, trying to brush off her thoughts as nothing more than a silly fantasy.
"Right…"
…
But deep down, she knew that there was something more to this feeling, something that made her heart feel funny, and she can't help but be curious and want to know more of this feeling…
[Ford Island Naval Air Station, 03:30 PM]
"Here you go, catch!"
He did as he said and caught the bag.
The young man looks at his leader, as well as the other senior pilots as they pause for a bit from their own entertainment in the bar to turn their attention to him.
Having become the center of attention, he fixed his bewildered eyes at the 2nd Lieutenant…
"Well, what are ya waiting for? Rip it open and see inside!"
Once again, he does as he was told and tears the plastic wrap of the bag, eagerly to see the contract inside. And when it was revealed to his eyes…
"This is…"
Jackson breaks a smile as he takes in the surprised look of the younger kid before him and says,
"Welcome to the Fifteenth US TF Task Force, the Jack of All Guns, Jack Striker."
His eyes once again fall to the honorific object in his hands, feeling its weight.
"If you have the guts to face the devil, then put it on."
Upon hearing those simple, yet encouraging words, he does so in a heartbeat throwing it over his shoulders, feeling its weight on his body, as the strength and resolve coursing through him.
The words Omnium Artium Magister '' are emblazoned proud and stark on the back of the jacket, just above the golden Eagle emblem as their name can be seen written circling the symbol.
U.S. 15th Multiple-Purpose Tactical Task Force: JACK STRIKER
His azure blue eyes wander from left to right, taking in the welcoming and approving looks and smiles of the many senior pilots. Before his gaze finally settled back on the Lieutenant, with their eyes locked on one another as equals, as fellow pilots and brother-in-arms…
"Well, guess we'll be counting on ya from now on, kid. Be sure to keep up."
His expression makes a change and swiss up a small smirk as he straightens up his stand and sharpens his right hand before bringing it up to the side of his head. Perfectionized the salutation.
"Tactical First Class Justin Rodger. Count on me, sir!"
His light smirking then broke into a bright grin of happiness, one that he felt had been lost to him as the years passed on and on.
But this time, he has found his place again, and this time, he will not fail…
He will prevail, both for the Strikers, for the future, for those he can reach his hand to, and for himself!
Those will be his cause, his motivation to fight for righteousness, and he will find the answers!
[Updated! Name: Justin Rodger. Age: 19 years old. Rank: Tactical First Class. TF Unit: 2.5nd Gen McDonnell Douglas F-15E Strike Eagle. Alias: Pinkhorn, Justine Boy, Strike-10. Affiliation: (Formally) IFTS team 7, (Currently) 15th Tactical Task Force.]
To be continued!
Se7en: feel free to ask me anything you like about the fic, and thank you for reading!