FullMetal*Panic!

So I decided since I haven't written in a long while... I might as well get to know more about FMP! since all I saw were the the two anime series and a little bit of one or two series of the manga. So I decided I'd read the novels to familiarize myself more with the FMP! world and make it more interesting. Heh... I might even have to do this from the ground up again... with fewer original characters.

Table of Contents
Variable Geometry: Part 1
Variable Geometry: Part 2
Variable Geometry: Part 3
Variable Geometry: Part 4
Variable Geometry: Part 5
Variable Geometry: Part 6
Variable Geometry: Part 7
Variable Geometry: Part 8
Variable Geometry: Part 9
Variable Geometry: Part 10
Variable Geometry: Part 11
Variable Geometry: Part 12
Variable Geometry: Part 13, Section A *New!*


Note: Hey guys, this is my very first FMP fanfic, the setting is... I guess in the second season, and this is based off of the show, not the manga/novels, however... if I actually continue writing, I may add some manga elements into the mix, like that other Kaname lover (Martial Arts otaku), etc.

Yeah, uh... the names are ALWAYS gonna be western style in the non-converstation parts. If the person happens to be Japanese and says "Chidori Kaname," that'll only happen in the quotation marks. I'm think I'm gonna use a some Japanese terms, but not much

Moshi moshi = telephone greeting
-ku = ward suffix
-to = suffix for Tokyo, since it's its own district/prefecture in Japan (Tokyo is technically, and officially no longer a city, it's region comprised of many wards, cities, towns, and some villages)

And that's about it, I hope someone can find this fic readable, or enjoyable, whichever happens first Anyway, I don't care if you flame the hell out of it (cause then I know not to waste my time with more instalments), or if you add some criticism/suggestions, cause I know my prose isn't the greatest and there's always room for improvement. Now, enough ramblings, cause I know some of you have already lost interest.

Variable Geometry: Part 1


6:43 am
25º N, 138º E (Pacific Ocean)
Aquileia (Mithril Naval and Air Force Base), Aquila Islands Chain


Just after dawn had struck the Aquila Chain, a small transport plane left one of the runways and adjusted its heading northward. The cold morning sun basked the islands in its remarkable radiance. In the passenger section of the aircraft, which was heading towards mainland Japan, a teenager with aqua-coloured hair sat quietly. She was clothed in a pale yellow t-shirt and a pair of blue flared jeans. Her head was supported by both of her palms, and her elbows rested on her thighs. One part of her was angry, the other was worried, and the last part was sad. She was angry because once again, a visit to Mithril had turned into another mission for Sousuke. She was realistic enough to realize that her... Sousuke was not invincible, and this mission had potential to be his last. Her sadness was brought on because of those other two reasons, and because she was heading back to Tokyo alone. Her only company was the two pilots in the front and the faint thrum of the engines.

An almost inaudible swoosh entered through Kaname's ears, and curiously, she stole a gaze behind her to look through the small porthole. Her eyes searched above and below, looking for the source. 'It was probably another aircraft,' she reasoned.

Eventually, her orbs located what looked like a fighter aircraft. Her expression of mild interest quickly turned into one of shock, her brown eyes widening considerably. The plane was travelling in a steep descent towards the glittering sea below. "What happened to the pilot?" she whispered softly, her eyes still locked onto the contrasting black shape quickly losing altitude. 'Was he alright? Was he just pulling some stunt?' she wondered uneasily.

Kaname now turned her body around and grasped the edges of the porthole, compelled to see it through to the end. However, her eyes quickly failed her as both crafts fell out of visual range of each other. Quickly saying a silent prayer for the unknown pilot's well-being, Kaname shifted back to her previous position, hunching her back forward again and contemplating how she was going to deal with the coming week.


Aquila Mithril Secondary Airfield


"Mithril Fighter XVF-05 has just been recovered. The pilot is in a semi-conscious state, but we haven't found any external injuries. We're in need of transportation to the medical facility," responded one of the recovery team members.

"Roger that, we're sending out an emergency vehicle. Can you tell us the status of the fighter and what caused the mishap?"

There was a pause over the airwaves, then air control got it's response. "The 05 is in pristine condition, at least on the outside. I think the pilot initiated the auto-pilot landing sequence. The best we can think of right now for possible causes are: engine failure, perhaps a flameout; spatial disorientation could be another possible cause; another plausible explanation would be that the pilot had already been performing a high or low g maneuver, then fell victim to its effects, which caused him to accidentally cut power. We don't know for sure."

"We appreciate the insight, we'll notify the proper superiors immediately, over and out."

Seabirds, both organic and mechanic were either taking off into the sky, or landing for a quick break. The sun was now rising higher, washing more radiation onto the earth. Outside on an apron surrounding the hangars, technicians swarmed the large jet-black aircraft. Some inspected the engines, others checked the landing gear. A small number of specialists were in the cockpit, downloading the flight data from the internal flight recorder. Several other aircraft were being taxied into their own hangars, and tests were run. One blue-grey multi-role aircraft decreased its thrust as it performed a vertical landing on a modified helicopter pad. The pilot deactivated all systems and opened the canopy to exit the fighter. 'Just what the hell happened to him?'


10:17 am
Medical Facility, Aquila Mithril Air Force Compound


The periodic beeping of the pulse monitor was continuing to occur unhindered. The pilot, who was now unconscious, had been stripped of his flight suit and he now donned a hospital gown. An intravenous tube had been inserted through the inside of his right elbow joint, and the fluids drifted slowly into his circulatory sytem.


Captain Testarossa's Office


The petite, platinum-haired captain of the Tuatha de Danaan flipped through the multi-page report that had been delivered to her on a brown clipboard. Her lightning eyes sprinted over the fine text, then her even faster mind absorbed the meaning of the report. Setting it down on her neat oak table, she reached to her left for the cup of Earl Grey tea that had been neglected ever since the reported had been handed to her. Soothing sounds of ocean waves, plaintive strings and a classical piano created an air of calm and elegance in Captain Testarossa's private office. She left her mind to calculate the repercussions of the document while humming along with the lone cello, the crescendo, and then the decrescendo to a new, allegretto tempo.

'2nd Lieutenant Kayashi may suffer chronic headaches, migraines, for a temporary period due to the his exposure to low gravity forces. His ability to do his current job may well have diminished to less than satisfactory, and the project he was a part of may be halted indefinitely,' the captain paraphrased mentally. 'The Finance Division will not like this.'

Growing weary already, despite the relatively early hour, the captain turned off her study lamp and moved to her grey love seat, choosing to have a quick nap before she would meet with the downed pilot to decide his fate.


11:34 am
Lotus Apartment Complex
Ota-ku, Tokyo-to


Kaname Chidori had already unpacked her belongings and was now preparing for lunch. However, she stopped by her room to drop off a memorable item. It was a framed picture of Melissa, Kurz, Sousuke, Tessa, and herself with the sunset in the backdrop. If one were to inspect the photograph with scrutiny, they may have been able to detect a ghost of a smile on the chocolate-haired sergeant's usually stony face. Kaname smiled fondly at the picture in her hands, before setting it down on her night stand and trudging out of her room to the kitchen, resuming her previous state of mind. Her usually buoyant blue hair seeming to droop, reflecting her current mood.

A familiar tone to Kaname sounded as she had started cutting up the vegetables for her tenpura. Half-expecting the caller to be Kyouko, she answered with a bland voice, "Moshi moshi--Ah, hi Dad!" one could tell that Kaname's mood had lifted considerably.

"Hai, I'm fine, yes I'm still doing well... I promise to visit you sometime. Anyone special in my life? You know I'm too young for that!"

However she was lying through her teeth. At least... she currently was.

... please continue .. somehow the mix of Yukikaze in the FMP universe makes it interesting ...

there is one major deficiency --- the fic is too short! we want more!! hehehe

definitely keep writing, especially if you're going to be writing about kaname (can't ever get enough of that )

it's pretty good, although sometimes your choice of grammar makes it a bit hard to read, but that's in maybe three or four places, and i'm probably the only one affected, heh

Tsushima Masaki wrote:... so I can either do my Socials homework or continue this fic... decisions, decisions...

i would think that there's only one logical choice arising from that situation!

Haven't watched Yukikaze yet myself -- I can't sit still thru it -- but I
do admit I'm a sucker for FMP fics that go a little GunBunny

Write some more and post it, PLEASE!!





Regards

well, it's always interesting when you introduce new characters into the mix... if i got this right, then this new guy will be in charge of guarding kaname for a while, and he'd probably do a better job at it, too. and then sousuke comes back and all hell breaks loose

As long as you don't have Kaname falling for the new sergeant, we won't clobber you to death, so keep writing

totally true darkbane!!

don't let fmp take over your life... actually, strike that.. DO let fmp take over your life.. it's for a good cause (our entertainment by your story)

Go Tsushi ... Go Tsushi . keep em comming ...

yep, the longer the better, as long as quality doesn't deteriorate due to length.

hey, this is probably good practice for the english paper... but go do that. good luck