A/N: Hello and welcome to Azur Alert, a story commissioned by drake202. Now, just for clarification for those who know Red Alert 2's story, Yuri's Revenge does happen. Beyond that, I'm not military personnel so I might get a few things wrong.

I hope you all enjoy it regardless.

-A commenter noted how I messed up on the tenses, so I went back and edited it.-

There have been two events that have caused my heart to leap to my throat. The first was the day I saw the blimps on TV, floating around the Statue of Liberty as it crumpled around me.

The second was when my 'promotion' was supposed to take place.

See, from the beginning, I was a strange man in the eyes of the government, both governments.

My parents are full-blooded US citizens despite one of them not being from the US, yet I was born in international waters, so technically, I don't 'belong' to any country, still didn't stop me from enlisting into the Lazarus Project.

So, I watch, wide-eyed as, once again, my world falls around me, and this time it wasn't because of some Soviet with an admittedly bad accent.

It all started the day I was born, stranded in the middle of nowhere with a doctor, my mother, father, and other crew members in a shoddy boat. Turns out my parents, in the lower-middle class, managed to dredge up enough money for a short cruise, while my mother was pregnant.

As one could guess from the story, I was born in international waters, a few hours later I was saved, but my status was still...questionable. Officially, I am a US citizen, unofficially...that's always been a little complicated.

But who cares about things like those with paper-pushers around, so that problem was officially pushed off to the side.

Regardless, I mentioned my family was lower-middle? Well over time that became firmly in the lower bracket of society, barely making ends meet, and guess what complex was paying enough to support me and my aging parents despite not even being out of high school?

The Military Industrial Complex…

Yup, I joined the military.

In hindsight, it was… I wish I could say it was the alcohol, but I have been sober since the day I was born. I made that choice with all mental faculties intact and of sane mind...sadly.

Well, at least I got the airborne division, so that was something to write home about, at least. Then, the tests started.

Physically? They were practically torture, boot camp sucked, but this sucked worse.

Mentally? Exhausting, but that's where things started to change. See, I was always a bit of a leader, though mostly whenever everyone else was just doing nothing. So, when I was told my CO wanted to talk to me, well that's where it all went down hill, kinda. Again.

See, he referred me to something called the Lazarus project, a sort of pseudo-Doomsday prep program where the brightest and best of the military take place to become even brighter in the case of an emergency that places the Military complex at stake.

Personally, I joined because, one, it sounded impossible and everyone there acted like it was an after-school activity, which it was, it's just studying and occasionally performing simulations, and two, I was simply genuinely interested in being better than people.

Which I wasn't at first, but I got better and got smarter, unorthodox, orthodox, if it was needed, I could do it to the point where I was fairly good at it. I even got to the rank of Lieutenant in the midst of my training.

I'm thankful I did, especially considering that whole debacle with the Soviets and Yuri, having the entire military at your disposal is an addictive but stressful feeling. Not to say it was always sunshine and rainbows...

Still, despite all of the tactical training, experience, and physical training, jets and, by association, the sky were what I loved, dearly and truly. So, getting the opportunity to test out Einstein's new jet…

Well, it had me practically salivating at the opportunity atop the truck taking me to an airstrip.

"Ah, Alex, welcome, welcome." Einstein, the German genius he is, frazzled and flanked by other scientists from varying countries, spoke in German, "It heartens me to see you're still in good health."

"Physically," I answered while stepping forward, extending a hand and clasping his, pulling him into a hug and patting his back before pulling back, unable to stop the way my lips twitched upwards, "I'm fine, but mentally…" He trails off, looking off as Einstein nodded sadly in understanding, "The war took a lot out of me."

"If it's any consolation, you barely look worse for wear." Einstein pointed out as I laughed.

"Time has been kind to me," I answered while looking to the sky, "I've been allowed peace to heal, but even so, any conflict that will pop up shouldn't include me. At least," I can't help but scoff, "nothing like Yuri should be popping up any time soon, managing logistics and supply lines are far easier when you don't have to deploy trained dolphins against mind-controlled squids when the cargo ship's been attacked."

"Of course, I've heard you're thinking about re-enlisting?" Einstein noted as I shrugged.

"With the cleanup of the…" I trailed off, finding it hard to come up with the right word for the after-effects of two timelines merging, "merging. A lot of things had people confused, a lot of deja vu, a lot of paperwork was tampered with, thankfully, mine was fine, just took a while to get to."

"Oh, what a dreadful mess." Einstein noted with a sigh, "Well, if you're ever interested-."

"I'm not interested in joining the Germans or anyone other than my home country." I cut through as a resounding series of sighs, curses, or stumbling rang out. Einstein simply shrugged.

"It was worth a shot. Now," Einstein's eyes glinted in excitement and mine must have reflected it, "let us go and see what you came here for."

"Fuck yeah!" I yelled, following after the good doctor and listened to him ramble as they moved to the hangar.

"The original model of this ship was sent to me by the Japanese," he began, some more scientists joining with equal excitement, "it's an unnamed model, filled with redundancies and ridden with energy problems along with weight, but with a bit of help and funding provided by Cavill on your insistence, let me reveal to you," he trails off, letting the Japanese scientist pull the tarp away from the aircraft as my eyes widened, "the Excalibur!"

In all my time in the military, learning about planes, jets, the sky, never had I ever seen something like the Excalibur.

Its form was lean and long, starting off thin before widening as one looks down its lacked any paint or notable details beyond a bit of blue,with two guns on either side buried within the wings, another smaller turret at the back and other knicks and knacks that reminded me of something. "Wait...isn't this like the SU-25?"

"Yes, it was inspired by the Soviets' own models, but that's not what's important." Einstein insisted as he placed a large pile of paper stapled together onto my chest. "Here's the manual. Get changed and memorize it. Let us worry about the insides."

While Einstein left, I began to shift through the manual, and the more confused I became. "No gas mask? 'VTOL'? Jesus, I know I said to go wild, but I think this is just over-'Possibly space-capable'?"

This is definitely overdoing it.

Still, I signed up for it so I changed into my usual clothes, a leather bomber jacket with some boots, my bag of utilities should something happen and I find myself stranded, and, finally, a picture.

I smiled at it as I climbed onto the cockpit, popping my knuckles as I placed my hands where they're supposed to be, occasionally glancing at the manual to make sure it's right and then looking at the picture I brought along. A group photo of me and my friends, with an arm hooked around my shoulders is a latino with a buzz cut, otherwise known as Manny, General Cavill, Eva, Tanya, Joshua, another fellow grunt in the army, and Einstein, not in that order. All of us were smiling even in the midst of that war. After I shook away the cobwebs and the nostalgia, I started, "Right, Doctor, I saw some pretty absurd terms in that manual so my expectations are high."

"Don't worry, I'll strive to meet them. Ready?" Einstein asked as I nod, closing the cockpit as I'm sunk into darkness for a second.

"Affirmative. Lazarus, beginning test flight of the VF-19A, otherwise known as the Excalibur." I reported, my voice being projected through speakers as I activated the jet.

To my surprise, the cockpit lit up, the dark screens coming to life as they showed my surroundings entirely, 360 degree view above and around me as more and more information filtered through. "Alex, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, you told me to hold off on putting on the helmet, right?" I asked and the German doctor's face appeared at the corner of my eye on the monitors.

"Ja, put it on, though it might feel a little strange at first." The good doctor explained as I inspected the helmet, nothing too unusual, thankfully, so it probably won't be the cause of my death anytime soon. At least, I hope it's not.

Slipping the helmet over my dome, there's a second where a strange feeling coursed through my head. "Argh! What-?"

Then, before he could do much, the helmet with glass over the eyes, meant to protect the pilot from shrapnel, came to life, displaying information I didn't understand but knew to an extent. "Doc, what in fuck's name was that?"

"Pardon me…" Einstein trailed off, the sound of tapping keys ringing out as the migraine I had for a second disappeared. "Perfect. All systems are green, nothing has gone wrong, I say the prototype was a success."

"Compa," I started, using the Spanish slang for 'friend', taught to me by an… old friend, "I said go wild, but what the hell kind of wild bullshit is this?"

"Please, calm down." Einstein started, almost desperately, something strange for the mad genius. "The helmet, at the moment, is scanning your brain waves, it's a prototype meant to be used to fly a plane without the need of training in the future, relying on instinct and habit instead."

Wait… does that mean… "What about the weapons? They disarmed?" He asked, looking around as he tried to find some way to disarm the weapons.

"Of course," Einstein said, "while we were thinking of forgoing the usual controls in favor of just using the helmet, a burst of wisdom came to me."

"In the form of someone with a saner mind, I hope?" I can't help but ask, Einstein ignored my words as he continued to ramble without end.

"They suggested keeping the controls in case something were to happen and the systems were to be knocked out or if the controls are being misinterpreted. While we will be going through the calibration, it's better to be prepared rather than to have complete confidence. Besides, it'll make the process easier since your mind and body are already used to the controls of similar jets." He added, "There won't be an awkward transition phase, your body and mind used to what the controls should do when you move them."

Well… it… made sense?

I was a Commander, a tactician, put me in front of impossible odds in War Games or in war in general and I'll get you victory. Put me in a vehicle capable of flight and I'll show you why Angels weep when the US Army takes flight. Give me an impoverished city, starving, and I'll make a utopia.

Ask me how the brain works, and you'll see a perfect example of, what my old squadmates in basic would call, a 'taxidermist's dream', nothing in it.

Again, I was a Commander, not a scientist. "Right… I'll have to take your word for it."

"Trust me," Einstein sayid, which I'd have no problem doing usually, usually, "it will fly like a dream. Let me relinquish privileges and then you can begin the tests."

"Roger." I answered, my hand moving around as I tapped on random surfaces, something to keep myself calm and make sure I wasn't dreaming. Or not dead. The nightmares aren't always harsh, usually more befuddling, but they're there half of the time.

Soon, the visor displayed a notification, telling me that I now had control over all of the Excalibur to use to my wishes. For a second, there was a burst of activity before it died down. Reaching out, the screen changed to 'Manual' controls as Josue frowned.

I glanced around and found the necessary buttons and switches before flipping them as the screen changed again. 'Automatic'.

So, just thinking about it, seemed easy enough, just imagine that all of the pre-flight conditions have been met. With a thought, the thrusters came to life, my mind intimately aware of details as the screen in front of me lit up, displaying information like an aiming reticle for the various weapons, moving as none of the weapons were activated.

It's basically the same as a fighter jet but far more… advanced. Still, he had a test to perform, so, with his hands where they're supposed to be, the thrusters become louder as he internally counts down and bursts through the runway, catching speed before catching flight almost immediately.

"Einstein, this is Lazarus, takeoff has been successful." I started, managing to hide my grin and smile from my voice.

"Well done, we're calibrating the reactions as we speak. Weapons are free for you to activate, but I have enough faith that you won't activate them for a test flight." Einstein reminded me as I chuckled.

"'Course not." I said, after all, I wasn't some rookie fresh off the army. Well… not anymore anyway. "Right, I'll start with the flight." I started, calming down as I monitored the various pop-ups of the system.

Admittedly, it took a bit of time, occasionally, my body, accustomed to a different jet, would either miss or overreach and possibly press something else. Still, it took a lot less to get used to as he finally got to his favorite part.

Full-speed, and god damn if that wasn't full speed.

Mach 25.

Shit, it cruises at Mach 5.

For the daredevil and speed demon in me, this was practically ecstasy, but I managed to keep my cool. Again, this is a test.

After testing out the limits of the fighter jet, its speed, maneuverability, and climbing ability, it's time for the next part.

"GERWALK?" I repeated Einstein's words. "Sounds a bit ridiculous."

"We are not naming experts. We are scientists." Einstein reminded me, which, while true, doesn't really remove the fact that the name is kinda unoriginal.

"Right, so, just think about it, right?" I asked, tightening my grip o-.

"What the fuck!?" I yelled, the fighter jet turning into, in my professional opinion, literally a 'jet with legs and arms'. If I didn't know that this was made by Einstein, I'd have thought someone told a child to draw a jet with legs and arms and the mechanics just rolled with it.

For a second, I flailed and so did the GERWALK as I had to take a moment to 'right' myself as the cockpit changed, it had a fucking gun in one arm and a small shield on the other as I proceeded to right myself. "Right, did you catch that Einstein?"

"Yes!" Einstein started before continuing in German that I can barely catch, which is basically him insisting I continue with the trials.

In GERWALK Mode, the Excalibur was maneuverable, capable of going back and forth, side to side, and any direction necessary as needed with little problem. The gun clicked, the 'safety' still on as I stowed it away and continued flying around.

Soon, the final tests were conducted and I radioed in. "Right, activating… Battl- Why are these names like this?" I complain before finishing, "Battroid Mode."

This time, I was prepared for the changes, but not the magnitude as the image was displayed on his visor. It was of Excalibur's Battroid Mode. "… Fucking 'ell."

It was fucking awesome. Reminiscent of the knights of old with power and dignity that many peasants must have seen during the times of Knights. Probably why they're so iconic as well.

Each shift of my mind was reflected in the Battroid as I looked around within the new cockpit. "How… This has to be impossible." I finished, but this isn't too surprising, the war against the Russians and Yuri afterwards was pretty absurd. Besides, this is basically a better version of the GERWALK Mode, so the tests are easy and similar, if not a bit more exciting since it feels like something out of a comic.

I don't think the scientists minded the short distance I flew in a Superman pose.

Still, all good things must come to an end, and once the tests were over, Einstein appeared once more, "Excellent Alex, this data is going to be useful for future trials. Now, there's one last thing, see within your fighter jet, I installed a prototype of the Chronosphere. I wish to see how it works."

"… You know what," I muttered under my breath, because, honestly, I feel like being surprised will just exhaust me more than it did during my stint as the Commander of the Allied Forces, "fuck it. Fine, let's start with a slow flight."

While the jet doesn't need to be in motion, it's slightly more dramatic if I activate the Chronosphere in the middle of it. Also, I might as well look cool before I die if something does go wrong.

So, I activated it, a gauge beside the option showing the amount of power it has stored up and how much it'll use.

Slowly, lighting arced around the jet, the world outside of the field being projected by the jet and proto-Chronosphere to protect the pilot in the shift between time as the string of lightning continued.

Except, someone made a mistake.

I knew the feeling of time travel, of wrongness that comes with defying the laws of physics among other things. Of defying God and whatever primordial being was in charge of the flow of time.

This… it wasn't the same.

"Einstein! We've got a problem! I don't think this is going back in time!" I yelled, a strange force enveloping me, "Shit!" I started pressing anything, but the process couldn't be stopped, no matter how hard I tried, a countdown began. "Fi-. Fine. Einstein. Tell everyone it's been a pleasure, and try not to mourn me too much. You've all got lives and time you can spend doing better things. This Angel is about to take off." I finish as the telltale zoom of something happening as the pressure is too much.

The last thing I feel is the feeling of blood in my mouth and then I pass out.

Alex cruised away as the world he left behind scrambled, grieved, but, inevitably went about their lives, his very presence having changed warfare as his wish was granted. A lost leader, now looking for purpose beyond simply going through the motions of daily life.

For those who watched, watching the man that saved the world go out in an indecipherable event was fitting, better than some death in the battlefield, assassination or anything they could think of. Just a load of 'what the fucks?' and 'what was that?'.

The Excalibur continued its journey, expending energy until it finally flew out of wherever it was as it continued to cruise over the sky, the proto-Chronosphere powering down and leaving the Excalibur to fly on its own power. Alex came to life a few seconds later, shaking as he looked around. "Where…?" He swallowed the blood in his mouth and placed his hands on the controls once more. "Einstein, you there?"

Nothing but static came back, his visor displaying a message, 'Connection Lost'. "Fuck." He cursed, looking around at the expanse of the sky as he looked around some more, checking the surrounding area, the radar coming up empty. "So… what now." He wonders out loud, various tabs popping up as he cruises over the ocean. The temperature… "Pacific then."

Fairly humid and tropical area, even with the AC inside the fighter jet, now comes the real question.

"Did I go back in time?" He asked himself, since the Chronosphere usually acts as an anchor, making sure that whenever someone dips into the past they appear in the same location they were previously. So he should be somewhere above the forest of Germany, not the Pacific.

"I should check on the nearest naval base, should be… Hawaii, if I'm correct. So, Pearl Harbor." He says to no one, mostly to try and organize his own thoughts as he pushes the fighter jet to its cruising speed, enjoying the sight of the seas, the calm radar and skies.

Even as a Commander of the Allied Forces, he always loved going out on flights, even if he was usually escorted while doing so, he was second-only to the President. So even if he, say, purposely broke away from his escorts to participate in a race, no one could really scold him. Not that anyone, with the exception of those that were personally close to him, would.

Still, he slowly climbed in altitude to a level that should obscure the jet and be outside of the range of any coastal AA guns or their radars as he finds it and pauses. Switching to the VTOL, the Excalibur now hovering in place, he does something stupid.

The cockpit recedes, he removes the helmet while grabbing some binoculars as he steps on the wings. The gentle hum of the active thrusters causes minute vibrations on the machine as he crouches down, crawling to his stomach as he looks down at what is supposed to be a naval base. "What in the world…?"

Bringing the binoculars to his eyes, he could see that Pearl Harbor is in shambles, some of the buildings seem to be peppered with gunfire usually seen in fighter planes with craters associated with varying bombers. There's also the various ships still being towed around and…

Girls?

He had to lower his binoculars for a moment and practically lean into the sky, narrowing his eyes to make sure he can see it, and he can. In the sea of uniforms associated with the US Navy, he can see a few that stand out that are definitely not uniforms.

Now that he notices, the uniforms on the Navy officers were… strange in a way. Almost antiquated in comparison to what he's used to. If he had to nail a time in particular, according to his occasional forays into the various branches of the military, it'd be….

Fuck, those look from the fifties at the most. The Russian's attacks wouldn't have even happened at this time and-.

An idea, traitorous and alluring, bloomed in his mind as he shook his head. Einstein already warned him once on the dangers of traveling through time and the changes that could be caused. He begged, thought, and tried as hard as he could, but changing the past, enough to stop that event…

Still…

"Fuck." He hisses under his breath, shaking his head and looking down once more, watching as older fighter planes begin taking to the runway. Cursing again, he looks at the sea of uniforms that are sailors and the occasional woman in strange clothing, for some reason, as none of them are pointed his way. Lowering them, he weighs his options.

At the moment, he's in the past, but the process that brought him here… It couldn't be time-travel, he's aware of the various intricacies of time travel thanks to Einstein and his drunken rambles along with his own experiences in his battle against Yuri.

Not time travel, so what could it be? Well, there are two concepts that are usually put together, so if it isn't 'time' then it has to be 'space', but if Pearl Harbor was attacked, he'd probably be the first to be called by any means necessary, so…

Shouldn't he be able to connect to nearby communication centers?

He can recognize warmed planes, so he needs to check a few things before he can make a decision.

Slowly, Alex makes his way back to the cockpit, entering as he slips his helmet over his head and begins to fly off, he needs to check a few things and corroborate them with his knowledge as he hopes his current conjecture is wrong. If it isn't, well… He isn't a stranger to strange situations.

Still, it'll definitely be the first time he's ever slipped into a new world.

"Japan…" Alex noted down the flag flowing in one of the nearby islands as he frowned, "Those aircraft look outdated though." He added to himself, the Excalibur still cruising at an altitude away from the capability of coastal AA or ship guns. Once more, he made a quick course over the islands and tried to listen in to their radios, but didn't have much success.

"Seems recent, Japan must have caught America off-guard." Alex said as he checked the map on the screen. "Seems to be a line, so let's check… there."

There's a chain of islands nearby, there should be someone or something that can help Alex make sense, or at least allow him to take stock of the situation on dry land. So, with that thought in mind, he began to make his way over to the location.

"Laffey!" A young woman spoke, her lavender hair bouncing with each jog as her blouse and skirt fluttered with each step, a spear in hand as she made her way through a ship with practiced ease, "Oh, where are you!?"

"Here… Javelin~." A voice rang out quietly, the young woman by the name of Javelin, entered the room with the words 'Living Quarters' labeling it as she walked in.

"Oh, come on Laffey, it's about ti- What are you doing?" She yelled, looking at the piles of mattresses, pillows, blankets and more on the floor, stripped from the bunks with a single arm appearing, thin as it slowly curls into a thumbs up.

"I was sleepy." Laffey explained, her voice muffled since she was in between a pair of mattresses. "The pressure feels nice~."

"Maybe so," Javelin began, reaching for her friend's arm, peeking through the pile of pillows and blankets, "but it's nearly time to report to Long island and Unicorn. You don't want to make them worry, do you?"

"Long Island should just come here." Laffey said, slowly revealing her form as Javelin pulled her away from the mattresses, revealing a pale young girl with red eyes and fluffy white hair set in twintails, a sweater hanging around her elbows with a white and blue shirt and a red skirt. Atop her twintails were a set of bunny ears that twitched despite being artificial.

"C'mon, we'll be late with our reports otherwise." Javelin insisted, stumbling as she finally managed to extract her friend out of her self-imposed, and comfy, prison.

"To who?" Laffey asked, causing Javelin to pause as the lazy girl yawned, bringing a hand to her mouth. "There's no Commander in Azur Lane, High Command hasn't sent anyone to replace the last one that died in Pearl Harbor, and he didn't let Laffey sleep much." Laffey pointed out, slumping while turning to Javelin and pouting, even if her sleepy face didn't show it much, "He was really strict."

"Was he?" Javelin asked, tilting her head, "The chap that was our Commander for a while was pretty lax, though…" She started, thinking back to the Commander of the Royal Navy she was stationed under for a while before the whole debacle began with the Ironblood, "I think that's mostly because he didn't know what to do with us, in hindsight."

After all, they were weapons given human bodies, despite some of their petite frames, within them they carry enough weapons to level a small building, some can even cause countries to re-draw their maps entirely.

For those accustomed to the military and similar, it'd probably be difficult to become accustomed to the discipline, or lack of it in some cases, most Kansen, or Shipgirls, display while others have trouble seeing them as weapons or humans. Ending up treating them as more of a nuisance meant to be out of sight as the military has been doing so for a long time.

"Still," Javelin insisted, "you wouldn't want everyone back at base to worry. C'mon, let's check in with Unicorn and Long Island and we can compile a report to send back."

"Mmmh~." Laffey moaned, muffling a yawn as she sighed, reaching under a bunk and bringing out a bottle of Oxy-Cola. Before Javelin could stop her, Laffey grabs her spear and rests the blade under the cap with her hand right under it. With a twist the cap of the cola popped off and she returned the spear to Javelin, grabbing her respected weapon with a small whine as Laffey chugs the cola, stopping mid-way and sighing. "Fine, let's go."

"Huh?" Javelin asked as Laffey made her way through her ship as Javelin followed after her, "Wait for me~."

Soon, the two found themselves atop the USS Laffey's bridge, the Destroyer cruising along the waves with the HMS Javelin beside her ship a distance away. The two closed their eyes, mostly to concentrate and possibly fall asleep, as the two used their internal radios to hail their fellow Kansen.

"Hey~, Laffey hasn't seen anything~. Report done." Came Laffey's voice, despite her mouth not moving as she began to slump atop her chair and Javelin began to panic.

"L-Laffey, you can't just-!"

"This ghost hasn't either~. My scouts haven't seen anything either~." Long Island spoke, atop her own bridge, munching on some snacks, making sure none of them landed on her long black hair, her blue eyes closed in joy at the easy job she got. Her blue jacket's sleeves, usually long enough to cover her hands, were rolled up to make snacking easier in the middle of her job.

"Long Island~." Javelin started, "Can't you be a bit more… verbose?"

"How would you put it then?" Long Island asks.

"Er, well, let's see…" Javelin started, looking out to the endless ocean, "The waves lap easily against my hull, our luck allowing us an easy patrol."

There was a pause in the comms as Laffey turned to Javelin, her mouth moving as her words seemed to overlap in Javelin's head as Laffey's voice was spoken and sent through the channel, "Isn't that just a fancy way to say nothing happened."

"I know~!" Javelin despaired as she slumped over, her eyes closed and in a grimace as she nearly fell to her knees. "Darn it, how in the bloody hell can Hood or Warspite write their reports and make them seem so… fancy."

"Ummm," The fourth and final member of the patrol started, Unicorn resting at the bridge of her, long lavender hair tied into a side bun with a white dress and lavender eyes staring into her various systems, a stuffed unicorn in her hands. "Isn't it because they're the ones who usually do the reports? They have a lot of experience."

"I know." Javelin started, on her hands and knees, "But-."

"Huh?" Unicorn interrupted, her scout planes landing on her flight deck as the information filters through her mind, relaying the information gathered. "Ummm, Long Island?"

"Hm?" Her fellow aircraft carrier asked, her own scout planes resting on her flight deck.

"What model is this plane? I've never seen it with the Royal Navy, maybe you've seen it with the Eagle Union." Unicorn asked, Long Island's voice humming through their internal communication.

"Hmmm, let's see, let's see~." Long Island said, Unicorn sending the information to her, the image included as Long Island pauses.

"Well…" Long Island trailed off before shrugging, "Beats me, never seen it in the Eagle Union, and the Sakura have been using those new Zeros, right?"

"Laffey, Javelin, have you-ah!" Unicorn started before being interrupted as her stuffed anima came to life, standing atop one of the tables and looking out. "Yuni, what's wrong?" Unicorn asked her stuffed animal to point to the radar, something coming at them. He reacted in the same way he did a few hours ago, insisting that they go on this patrol… for some reason.

Then, Laffey woke up, "Someone's hailing Laffey. It's a bit hard to discern the frequency, but it feels like Eagle Union." Laffey reported. Her AA weapons came to life but didn't swivel to point anywhere.

"Really?" Javelin asked, looking around, "Who could it be?"

"Dunno…" Laffey said, their line going silent.

"I think we should report this to-."

"Hi~." Laffey started easily, to Javelin's surprise and anxiety.

"Laffey!"

"This is Laffey of the USS Laffey, unidentified craft, please identify yourself or Laffey will have to shoot, yes." She proclaims, the line going silent for a second.

Finally, a voice cracked through, "Err, Laffey of the… USS Laffey, this is callsign Lazarus, asking for permission to land on one of the flight decks of your carriers."

Laffey didn't answer at first, turning to Javelin, a single brow raised as the question was obvious and Javelin shook her head. Considering neither of them recognizes the callsign, then Long Island and Unicorn probably don't either.

"Umm," Unicorn starts, interrupting their train of thought, "he can land on my flight deck, I should have enough space to let him land."

"Are you sure?" Javelin asked as Long Island sighed.

"Well, mine doesn't exactly have the space for any extra aircraft." Long Island admitted. "I don't think he's Sakura either."

He doesn't have any particular accent, so he's probably from the Eagle Union as an agreement was reached. "Lazarus sir, you're clear to land on the HMS Unicorn."

"… Thanks?" He seemed almost confused before the line was cut as the girls waited for whatever, or whoever, the signal was coming from.

In a completely unprecedented move, when Laffey spotted what it was that hailed them, she spat some Oxy-cola on Javelin on accident and Javelin couldn't find it in her to care, the plane landing on Unicorn's deck vertically rather than how theirs would. Sleek and almost futuristic, one thing came across all Kansen.

I need to see this.

A/N: Like I said in the beginning, I'm not military personnel so I might get a few things wrong. Some of you might recognize the VF-19S Excalibur from the Macross series, but it was something the commissioner insisted on. Thankfully, it should be the only thing that will appear from a completely different series. That said, I hope you enjoyed it and that I got the Kansen's personality right.

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