[FIC] Variable Geometry: Once again on hold
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IT'S TRUE THAT WE HAVEN'T SEEN EACH OTHER IN A LONG TIME. BUT YOU ACTUALLY SAID " DO I KNOW YOU? ". IT ALMOST MADE ME CRY ~SIGH~
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It's planned yes... only that the scriptor has been away so he hasn't finished that section (he's slow as hell 
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Variable Geometry: Part 5
Variable Geometry: Part 5
3:30 pm
Class 3-4, Jindai Upper High School
The day's end was near at hand, and the telltale yawning of students confirmed that fact. Nakajima had received his "necessary materials" at lunchtime instead of after school. He had been told to report in to the Student Council Office after classes were finished.
Right in front of him sat the morose woman he was to protect, bathing in the slim stream of sunlight that had bypassed the blinds. Ever since that outburst prior to commencing the day, Kaname Chidori was nothing but a silent shell, save for the few times she would answer one of the teachers' queries. Other than that, she kept to herself, quite a contrast from what was natural. Other students felt awkward as well, although most admitted that it felt nice not to have her breathing down their necks for once.
In the middle of Mr. Fujisaki's ramblings, a short piano melody interrupted, signalling the end of the day. The students bolted out of their seats as if a tear gas canister had been dropped right in the center of the classroom. 'I never assigned them homework...' Fujisaki realized with a grim expression, then his mouth flipped. 'There's always tomorrow!' and then he left the room as well, chuckling quietly to himself, his padded footsteps faded away, and then there were two remaining in the room.
It seemed as if time had paused, and it might as well had, neither Kaname nor her unknown bodyguard made any moves. Kaname could pick up the shallow breathing from directly behind her. "You can go home Nakajima-san, you're not on the cleanup roster," she explained nearly tonelessly, never bothering to turn around.
Kaname got out of her seat and headed for the utility closet in the left corner at the back of the room, her dazzling sea of hair trailed behind her. Nakajima had already received the necessary materials for his courses at noon hour instead of after school so that he could watch over Kaname. He then got an idea. "You do not require assist--you don't need any help Chidori-san?" he corrected himself before his formal speaking could continue on.
Kaname never bothered to face Kazuya as she rummaged through the closet in search of cleaning solution. "It's alright Nakajima-san, you can go home," came the tired reply.
Nakajima had to persist "You're sure?" Now he was out of his desk.
The blue-haired girl swung around, clenching a bottle of all-purpose cleaner tightly in her fist. She looked determined to get him out of the room, Nakajima could tell just glancing at her hardened almond eyes. "Hai-"
Her tirade would be cut short by the woman on the PA system. "Nakajima Kazuya-san of Class 3-4, if you are still in the building please report to the Student Council Office, arigato."
"It's on the main floor," Kaname whispered silently, almost as if to herself. "Near the Main Office." Her back was facing him now.
'Is it wise to leave her alone?' Kazuya pondered while gathering his briefcase. 'Mithril recommended light surveillance and contact,' he recalled, and then he was out, leaving his charge to herself.
The soft thuds that were his shoes evanesced, and then Kaname was truly alone. 'I'll just go home after I'm done. Homework is minimal, and I need to calm myself... those cleanup dodgers will do double tomorrow,' she decided, then commenced the long and tedious cleanup.
3:49 pm
Student Council Office
Nakajima had no trouble finding where the Student Council was housed after Kaname's kind words. Many of the students had vacated or involved themselves with their extra-curricular activities. The staff congregated to the comfortable looking Faculty Lounge to "discuss" the days' occurrences. 'What is this all about?' he thought as he stood at attention in front of a spectacled man sporting nearly white hair and prim snow uniform. 'He looks older than he is,' was the conclusion both men came to after they had sized each other up. To the man's left was a very attractive female student, her violet hair flowing freely down her back. Without warning, the man with the rectangle glasses spread open a pale fan with merely the flick of is wrist. "Nakajima-san, welcome to Jindai High," he greeted with clearly projected tenor voice. "Let me introduce myself. I am Student Council President Hayashimizu Atsunobu."
Nakajima nodded smartly, much as he would in the Air Force. He wisely resisted the natural urge to salute and bowed slightly. Hayashimizu's pale eyes darted to the left for only a moment. "This is my secretary, Mikihara Ren-kun." On cue, the beauty acknowledged the guest with a bow. "I get the idea you are wondering why you are here Nakajima-san," he started, getting to the point. "I'll be brief. I received a fax from a high profile source within the government. The fax informed me of the skills you that would make you a perfect candidate for Acting Assistant for Security. My regular one seems to be away on... business." The president's eyes bore into Kazuya's like a drill into rock, his left hand still firmly gripping the open white fan.
Kazuya Nakajima was not familiar with any job position such as this in a Student Council. Suspicions emerged instantly, then he asked the question. "What exactly does this 'Assistant for Security' position entail?" Kazuya's mind was alert now, and he pushed the chronic head pains out of his mind for the time being.
"Mikihara-kun." Ren Mikihara handed Kazuya a number of papers, approximately twelve, stapled together. 'This paperwork is nothing compared to the crap we do after landing a damn aircraft,' Kazuya snorted inwardly, beginning to skim through the pages with moderate speed. "You do not have to read all of that. If you were to agree to become the temporary Assistant for Security, your main job would be to protect my staff and come up with defensive and offensive initiatives."
"You make it sound as if this school is at war with others," Kazuya murmured, not fully understanding the situation.
"We wage war with other Student Councils, and there have been several attempts..."
Kazuya gulped "Attempts?" he repeated.
"Attempts... on several top secret documents."
Nakajima's jaw dropped "That's all? I thought you meant on your staff."
Hayashimizu nodded, his expression constant. "There have been those as well, however Sagara Sousuke was able to ward them off."
Nakajima couldn't believe this. He'd heard of corporate warfare, student warfare, but this seemed like institutionalized school warfare. "Any health benefits, 100% insurance?" Some things were more important than money.
The president rose an eyebrow "Aren't you already covered?"
'How much does he know?' Kazuya side-stepped the inquiry "I'll consider it Hayashimizu-senpai."
The hawk-like president closed his fan immediately "You have 48 hours Nakajima-san. Do not disappoint me. Dismissed."
Nakajima marched himself out of the room, his knuckles had gone white because he had been holding his briefcase so tightly. Once in the familiar hallway, he dropped the briefcase and slumped against the wall. His vision blurred and a knife stabbed into his skull; that's how he felt anyway. He didn't bother holding his head; it wouldn't stop the increased and violent blood flow. He didn't care if some student or staff person happened to walk past in his moment of weakness, why should he? He could do nothing. The sharp kitchen knife had now turned into a sledgehammer. Sequential pulses of pain as constant as the heart beat assaulted his skull now. Grimacing and groaning were about the only two things he could do, besides curling into a fetal position. In the midst of the aftermath, he could hear a faint voice, calling for him, out of reach.
"Nakajima-san? Nakajima-san!" cried Ren Mikihara, witnessing the tail end of the monstrous migraine from the Student Council Office doorway. Immediately she crouched to his side, however she did not know what to do. After several moments, the student next to Ren calmed down, then turned his head towards her. His eyes were dangerously scarlet. Even in his neat black uniform, the incognito bodyguard appeared dishevelled and disoriented. The contents of the briefcase had been strewn all over the corridor. "You're, alright now, Nakajima-san?" she whispered, locking her gaze on the now redlined dark eyes.
"I've been better," he managed to croak out hoarsely.
Student Council President Atsunobu Hayashimizu was nowhere to be seen. Either he had tuned out the noise, or ignored it entirely. Mikihara forced that issue out of her mind as she tended to the new transfer. "Perhaps we should go to the Medical Room?"
"Iie, I'm alright. Do not worry about me."
Ren frowned. 'Men either have to act tough or perverted.' "At least let me walk you home Nakajima-san?"
Although he was very unwilling, especially since he had a job to do, Ren Mikihara took charge and would not accept "no" for an answer. He got the idea that this girl rarely broke out of her reserved nature. 'Women can be quite forceful when the want to be...' Kazuya mused. He knew that this girl was compassionate and she meant well, but he just wanted to get the hell out. He also wanted to bolt before someone discovered his cache of handguns inside his uniform. Nakajima searched for his carrying case. Everything was everywhere. 'Thank god I didn't pack anything questionable in there today.'
After quite a while of insistence and the blue-haired pilot caved in. "Fine."
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Yeah... I turned a 2 pager into a 2.5 pager... oh well, you don't need to know that.
Anyways, this is fic is quite slow. So far, no fan slapping, no explosions, no death...
Eh... I guess in the next... phase of this fic I'll step things up. Yeah, yeah. So uhhh, post your comments and criticisms and stuff like that. And maybe you'll get to see an F-15 ACTIVE do a fly-by
Yeah, I actually have a point form summary on how this is gonna go down now... wow. Great organization eh?
Anyways, I'm out, maybe I'll write more later.
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3:30 pm
Class 3-4, Jindai Upper High School
The day's end was near at hand, and the telltale yawning of students confirmed that fact. Nakajima had received his "necessary materials" at lunchtime instead of after school. He had been told to report in to the Student Council Office after classes were finished.
Right in front of him sat the morose woman he was to protect, bathing in the slim stream of sunlight that had bypassed the blinds. Ever since that outburst prior to commencing the day, Kaname Chidori was nothing but a silent shell, save for the few times she would answer one of the teachers' queries. Other than that, she kept to herself, quite a contrast from what was natural. Other students felt awkward as well, although most admitted that it felt nice not to have her breathing down their necks for once.
In the middle of Mr. Fujisaki's ramblings, a short piano melody interrupted, signalling the end of the day. The students bolted out of their seats as if a tear gas canister had been dropped right in the center of the classroom. 'I never assigned them homework...' Fujisaki realized with a grim expression, then his mouth flipped. 'There's always tomorrow!' and then he left the room as well, chuckling quietly to himself, his padded footsteps faded away, and then there were two remaining in the room.
It seemed as if time had paused, and it might as well had, neither Kaname nor her unknown bodyguard made any moves. Kaname could pick up the shallow breathing from directly behind her. "You can go home Nakajima-san, you're not on the cleanup roster," she explained nearly tonelessly, never bothering to turn around.
Kaname got out of her seat and headed for the utility closet in the left corner at the back of the room, her dazzling sea of hair trailed behind her. Nakajima had already received the necessary materials for his courses at noon hour instead of after school so that he could watch over Kaname. He then got an idea. "You do not require assist--you don't need any help Chidori-san?" he corrected himself before his formal speaking could continue on.
Kaname never bothered to face Kazuya as she rummaged through the closet in search of cleaning solution. "It's alright Nakajima-san, you can go home," came the tired reply.
Nakajima had to persist "You're sure?" Now he was out of his desk.
The blue-haired girl swung around, clenching a bottle of all-purpose cleaner tightly in her fist. She looked determined to get him out of the room, Nakajima could tell just glancing at her hardened almond eyes. "Hai-"
Her tirade would be cut short by the woman on the PA system. "Nakajima Kazuya-san of Class 3-4, if you are still in the building please report to the Student Council Office, arigato."
"It's on the main floor," Kaname whispered silently, almost as if to herself. "Near the Main Office." Her back was facing him now.
'Is it wise to leave her alone?' Kazuya pondered while gathering his briefcase. 'Mithril recommended light surveillance and contact,' he recalled, and then he was out, leaving his charge to herself.
The soft thuds that were his shoes evanesced, and then Kaname was truly alone. 'I'll just go home after I'm done. Homework is minimal, and I need to calm myself... those cleanup dodgers will do double tomorrow,' she decided, then commenced the long and tedious cleanup.
3:49 pm
Student Council Office
Nakajima had no trouble finding where the Student Council was housed after Kaname's kind words. Many of the students had vacated or involved themselves with their extra-curricular activities. The staff congregated to the comfortable looking Faculty Lounge to "discuss" the days' occurrences. 'What is this all about?' he thought as he stood at attention in front of a spectacled man sporting nearly white hair and prim snow uniform. 'He looks older than he is,' was the conclusion both men came to after they had sized each other up. To the man's left was a very attractive female student, her violet hair flowing freely down her back. Without warning, the man with the rectangle glasses spread open a pale fan with merely the flick of is wrist. "Nakajima-san, welcome to Jindai High," he greeted with clearly projected tenor voice. "Let me introduce myself. I am Student Council President Hayashimizu Atsunobu."
Nakajima nodded smartly, much as he would in the Air Force. He wisely resisted the natural urge to salute and bowed slightly. Hayashimizu's pale eyes darted to the left for only a moment. "This is my secretary, Mikihara Ren-kun." On cue, the beauty acknowledged the guest with a bow. "I get the idea you are wondering why you are here Nakajima-san," he started, getting to the point. "I'll be brief. I received a fax from a high profile source within the government. The fax informed me of the skills you that would make you a perfect candidate for Acting Assistant for Security. My regular one seems to be away on... business." The president's eyes bore into Kazuya's like a drill into rock, his left hand still firmly gripping the open white fan.
Kazuya Nakajima was not familiar with any job position such as this in a Student Council. Suspicions emerged instantly, then he asked the question. "What exactly does this 'Assistant for Security' position entail?" Kazuya's mind was alert now, and he pushed the chronic head pains out of his mind for the time being.
"Mikihara-kun." Ren Mikihara handed Kazuya a number of papers, approximately twelve, stapled together. 'This paperwork is nothing compared to the crap we do after landing a damn aircraft,' Kazuya snorted inwardly, beginning to skim through the pages with moderate speed. "You do not have to read all of that. If you were to agree to become the temporary Assistant for Security, your main job would be to protect my staff and come up with defensive and offensive initiatives."
"You make it sound as if this school is at war with others," Kazuya murmured, not fully understanding the situation.
"We wage war with other Student Councils, and there have been several attempts..."
Kazuya gulped "Attempts?" he repeated.
"Attempts... on several top secret documents."
Nakajima's jaw dropped "That's all? I thought you meant on your staff."
Hayashimizu nodded, his expression constant. "There have been those as well, however Sagara Sousuke was able to ward them off."
Nakajima couldn't believe this. He'd heard of corporate warfare, student warfare, but this seemed like institutionalized school warfare. "Any health benefits, 100% insurance?" Some things were more important than money.
The president rose an eyebrow "Aren't you already covered?"
'How much does he know?' Kazuya side-stepped the inquiry "I'll consider it Hayashimizu-senpai."
The hawk-like president closed his fan immediately "You have 48 hours Nakajima-san. Do not disappoint me. Dismissed."
Nakajima marched himself out of the room, his knuckles had gone white because he had been holding his briefcase so tightly. Once in the familiar hallway, he dropped the briefcase and slumped against the wall. His vision blurred and a knife stabbed into his skull; that's how he felt anyway. He didn't bother holding his head; it wouldn't stop the increased and violent blood flow. He didn't care if some student or staff person happened to walk past in his moment of weakness, why should he? He could do nothing. The sharp kitchen knife had now turned into a sledgehammer. Sequential pulses of pain as constant as the heart beat assaulted his skull now. Grimacing and groaning were about the only two things he could do, besides curling into a fetal position. In the midst of the aftermath, he could hear a faint voice, calling for him, out of reach.
"Nakajima-san? Nakajima-san!" cried Ren Mikihara, witnessing the tail end of the monstrous migraine from the Student Council Office doorway. Immediately she crouched to his side, however she did not know what to do. After several moments, the student next to Ren calmed down, then turned his head towards her. His eyes were dangerously scarlet. Even in his neat black uniform, the incognito bodyguard appeared dishevelled and disoriented. The contents of the briefcase had been strewn all over the corridor. "You're, alright now, Nakajima-san?" she whispered, locking her gaze on the now redlined dark eyes.
"I've been better," he managed to croak out hoarsely.
Student Council President Atsunobu Hayashimizu was nowhere to be seen. Either he had tuned out the noise, or ignored it entirely. Mikihara forced that issue out of her mind as she tended to the new transfer. "Perhaps we should go to the Medical Room?"
"Iie, I'm alright. Do not worry about me."
Ren frowned. 'Men either have to act tough or perverted.' "At least let me walk you home Nakajima-san?"
Although he was very unwilling, especially since he had a job to do, Ren Mikihara took charge and would not accept "no" for an answer. He got the idea that this girl rarely broke out of her reserved nature. 'Women can be quite forceful when the want to be...' Kazuya mused. He knew that this girl was compassionate and she meant well, but he just wanted to get the hell out. He also wanted to bolt before someone discovered his cache of handguns inside his uniform. Nakajima searched for his carrying case. Everything was everywhere. 'Thank god I didn't pack anything questionable in there today.'
After quite a while of insistence and the blue-haired pilot caved in. "Fine."
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Yeah... I turned a 2 pager into a 2.5 pager... oh well, you don't need to know that.
Anyways, this is fic is quite slow. So far, no fan slapping, no explosions, no death...
Eh... I guess in the next... phase of this fic I'll step things up. Yeah, yeah. So uhhh, post your comments and criticisms and stuff like that. And maybe you'll get to see an F-15 ACTIVE do a fly-by
Yeah, I actually have a point form summary on how this is gonna go down now... wow. Great organization eh?
Anyways, I'm out, maybe I'll write more later.
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Yeah, I guess this fic does suck since there's no response... Well I tried.
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RE: Responses.
Don't get down.
Some folks probably said all they needed to say during earlier parts.
NO ANSWER ----------X---------> No good
NO ANSWER ---------------------> Nothing new needs to be said.
Besides, write what you want to write. If it makes sense to you and satisfies YOUR expectations, then you've succeeded. If it doesn't, nothing says that you can't rewrite it until you're happy with it. The only thing that really would suck would be writing when you didn't want to write, or writing something for someone else that didn't please you.
There are a lot of 'hits' for your story, so you know a lot of folks must be interested.
Don't get down.
Some folks probably said all they needed to say during earlier parts.
NO ANSWER ----------X---------> No good
NO ANSWER ---------------------> Nothing new needs to be said.
Besides, write what you want to write. If it makes sense to you and satisfies YOUR expectations, then you've succeeded. If it doesn't, nothing says that you can't rewrite it until you're happy with it. The only thing that really would suck would be writing when you didn't want to write, or writing something for someone else that didn't please you.
There are a lot of 'hits' for your story, so you know a lot of folks must be interested.
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BAKA, who gave you the idea that it sucks? great fic. great new chapter. reaaaaaly slow moving, but i for one don't mind. Interesting spin on Ren? finally someone brings her into the story ^_^ Chidori is behaving strange. it's been a while since i read part 4, but even now looking over it i think i'm missing the part about the 'morning outburst'? did i miss something?
i'm wondering if Chidori also will some time start to get along with this guy? and when does Sousuke show up? (he's the [tragic] hero after all ^_--)
i'm wondering if Chidori also will some time start to get along with this guy? and when does Sousuke show up? (he's the [tragic] hero after all ^_--)
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Variable Geometry: Part 6
Variable Geometry: Part 6
7:45 pm
Lotus Apartment Complex
Ota-ku, Tokyo-to
She had just finished talking to her family on the phone. Her father had announced that "they would be home for Christmas," and this news had lifted Kaname out of her melancholy; the last time she had seen her father and sister was two years ago. Perhaps she could return to school the next day in a better mood. Luckily for the honourable class representative, the class never made paid much attention to her irregular moods, so she would not have to explain herself too much to everyone. 'Kyouko definitely, and Mikihara...'
Kaname had to be honest, Ren Mikihara was not the most talkative girl in school, but she was not mute either, and she had shown her concern for Kaname before, so she was not aloof. 'She's just... a bit reserved I guess.' Then again, Kaname Chidori had never actually conversed with Ren at a length before. A wave of fatigue hit her while she was sitting on the sofa, eliciting a light yawn. Her mind drifted back to Sousuke again; it was happening more often now. Wondering if he was thinking about her, but more importantly, wondering if he was still alive.
As the sun began it's descent into the sea, the moon began its reign of the skies. The moonflow causing a myriad of wriggly images in the bay, refracting and reflecting reflected sunlight. Things were looking up for her.
1:50 pm (Baghdad Time)
Saudi Arabia/Iraq Border
They were all scattered and unprotected against he ultraviolet radiation assaulting them from above. They were an elite Special Response Team of Mithril. Members 1 through 12 trudged through the desert sea in relative silence. Their current job was to patrol a small perimeter and provide early warning to the United Nations troops stationed in Rafha, south of their current position. Occasionally an F/A-22z fighter or an AH-64D attack helicopter would hover overhead.
The burning sands diverted the ample sunlight everywhere, causing the soldiers to field light filtered eyewear. Overhead, 10 meters off of the ground, hovered one desert camouflaged Mi-35z Hind helicopter. Inside the passenger compartment, six geared soldiers enjoyed a meal of rations while preparing for their mission. "I wonder how the USSR would feel if they knew Mithril fields a lot of their equipment," commented Sergeant Kurz Weber of Urzu with a grin. He was strapped to his seat, taking a vicious bite out of what might as well have been a Mr. Big candy bar. Beside him, one of his comrades laced up his sandy yellow combat boots
"It's best not to think of such things when preparing for combat Sergeant Weber," came the gruff response from their commanding officer, Sergeant Major Melissa Mao, from her seat opposite to Weber.
"Urzu Team, this is Lieutenant Williams, we will commence flight in ten minutes. ETA to drop point afterwards will be thirty minutes. Make sure you're all ready," advised the pilot through the internal communication system.
"Hear that Sousuke? Forty minutes and Urzu be doing what Urzu does best!"
Sergeant Sousuke Sagara, age seventeen, grunted in response. He was preoccupied with maintaining his XM-29 OICW, an assault rifle/grenade launcher hybrid. This baby was his weapon of choice in combat situations such as these. His Glock always took a backseat in these operations. Finally, he turned to his happy-go-lucky comrade with a passionless stare. "Don't be overeager Weber, for I will not be the one presenting your eulogy."
The other Urzu members chuckled at this response, including Kurz. "But if you're gonna be so stiff about it, don't expect me to smother that grenade for you pal," he responded with a wicked grin.
"I would never expect a sniper to do something that noble." The tension was heating up, but Kurz couldn't keep a straight face.
"My my Sagara. I never thought I'd live to see the day you got a sense of humour," commented Sergeant Leigh Andrews, Urzu 3, who was in charge of communications for the team.
"As much as I love these personal conversations, let's cut the chatter and ready ourselves," Mao cut in tactfully. "We want to be our best. Hopefully this will be our last suppression mission."
"Another graveyard shift ma'am?" asked Sergeant Frederick Baker, Urzu 4 and the medical specialist of the team.
"Our mission ends at 0200 hours, we start immediately after hitting the ground," the sergeant major explain, raising her voice above the rotor noise to instruct every one of her subordinates. "You all know the scenario: the Liberi Iraqi movement is just a puppet being controlled by the Soviet Union, and they seek one thing right now, and that's more oil,"
"I can hardly see why they need more oil, Iraq already has a sizable percentage of it," stated veteran Sergeant Major Mei Xiang Urzu 5, the demolitions expert and second in command.
"Whatever the reason, we're here to suppress the members in Saudi Arabian territory," Melissa Mao stressed seriously. "Remember, this may be our last operation, we could be on a plane back to Merida or Aquila tomorrow evening. Don't take any unnecessary risks, because R&R is hopefully around the corner."
"Urzu Team, this is co-pilot 2nd Lieutenant Mira Ivonova, we are go. ETA is thirty minutes."
8:26 pm (Japan Standard Time)
Chrysanthemum Apartments
He was alone in his unlit apartment. He had been alone ever since Secretary Ren Mikihara had left him there at approximately 6:51 pm. Kazuya Nakajima had never foreseen anyone getting into his apartment during his stay here, and he was very fortunate none of his firearms were discovered. He'd make sure to keep all questionable material in the guest room, and lock it. He was on the couch in front of the television set, with a cold wet cloth on his forehead. It was the same white cloth Ren had placed there two hours earlier to relieve his head pains. The cloth was no longer cold anymore, but Kazuya didn't feel the need to remove himself from his comfortable position, sprawled on the satin white three-cushioned sofa. "Let's see what's on the news..." he murmured, fumbling for the Sony remote on the glass coffee table beside the couch.
"Isolated skirmishes near the border of Saudi Arabia and Iraq have been reported since yesterday. The United Nations' task force stationed there to prevent any real conflict from occurring is not commenting on the nature of these exchanges. There are other reports that an independent organization is working with the UN to suppress the Liberi Iraqi extremist movement. The credibility of this information is questionable, but that would be one explanation for the multitude of gunshots occurring nightly."
"Dammit... I should be at Aquila, testing out the damned variable fighter," Kazuya whispered harshly to himself. "If it wasn't for that engine failure..."
Aquila Airspace, Aquila Islands Chain
"Fox 2, Fox 2," she stated calmly, unloading one MAIM-9 Sidewinder into the digital airspace. Four squadrons were engaging in a simulated furball above the islands in the twilight. Hydra and Halo Squadron formed one team, while Sapphire and Sonic formed another. Fighters continued to engage and disengage each other, flying in sloppy figure eights and spirals, their dissipating condensation trails leaving temporary histories. One Mithril modified F/A-22 Raptor, redesignated the F/A-22z Velocity Raptor by Mithril, jinked continuously to prevent an enemy Su-47z from getting a firing solution.
The modified Raptor broke into a nearly vertical climb in a vain attempt to evade the enemy. The pilot in the Super Berkut grinned. "Sonic 3, Fox 2."
Sonic 3 glanced at his simulations screen, waiting for the target destruction confirmation. "Missile shot was trashed Sonic 3," announced the one of the simulation staff over the radio.
"Damn, countermeasures?" he cursed, breaking to his right to engage another fighter.
One ZF-01 Nebula looped to keep the lock on the target. Suddenly, the dreaded missile warning alerted her to an incoming warhead. The pilot, Hydra 8, swore to herself and snapped off several rounds of anti-aircraft ammunition before hitting the countermeasures switch and diving towards the frothy ocean. "C'mon, miss, miss!"
"Halo 11, Fox 1."
"Dammit Kent, squeeze off exhaust and evade!"
One MiG-35z Omnial fighter levelled out and rolled so it's belly faced the sky to confirm it had been "killed." "Sapphire 7 was shot down by Halo 11!" exclaimed one of the sim staff.
"Lorraine, this is Hydra 12, let's flank Sapphire 9, vector two-four-zero. We'll make Vapour 9 proud."
"Roger that, Hydra 8 engaging." Lorraine Alundres jerked her flight stick to the left and hit her left rudder, then engaged the afterburners. The ZF-01 under her control obeyed the commands and commenced the pursuit of one of Kayashi's friendly rivals within the Aquila Air Wing.
"Dammit, they're engaging me. Spray some pesticide Sonic 10!"
Sets of twin engines roared through the air. The afterburners illuminated the random waves below like fireflies above a pond. "I've got a present of DDT for them," replied one of Sapphire 9's wingmen maliciously.
Lieutenant Lorraine Alundres, Hydra 8, set her payload to the MAIM-1 Wesps in her store. The targetting display fitted inside her helmet visor started attempting a firing solution. Her free left hand yanked the throttle down and started braking. Her wings, previously in a delta configuration, swung back to a swept-forward position. "Hydra 8, he's two clicks ahead-"
"Lorraine, I'm taking some heat from my five, I'm in a break turn. Disengaging!" Hydra 12 interrupted, in a panicky voice.
'Dammit, fine, I'll go solo.' She waited of a neat, solid red triangle to superimpose onto the MiG in front, then punched the firing button and announced her attempt, "Hydra 8, Fox 2."
The opponent responded instantaneously "Atoll, atoll! I'm evading, someone punch that pilot's ticket will ya?"
The invisible missile rocketted towards the target which had banked sharply to the right and had increased its angle of descent to 50º. Lorraine couldn't tell if her prey had deployed some digital countermeasures to aid in avoidance, but she imitated Sapphire 9's aerial combat maneuvers to maintain the missile lock. "Sapphire 9 has sustained a missile hit."
"What? Dammit, it's time to clean his clock," seethed Alundres. She closed in, the target distance nearing 800 meters. As soon as the targetting reticule appeared she spewed bullets wildly.
"Don't let your accuracy get sloppy Hydrate," advised a wingman, obviously aware of her actions.
"Keep to yourself or you'll be in the drink too!" she bit back, ignoring the perspiration running down her face. 400 meters. She checked her stores on a computer panel to her right. 'Almost dry,' she realized, seeing the puny amount of ordnance she was carrying.
Sapphire 9 took a kamikaze dive, skimming over the blue sea a mere 20 meters above it. His velocity created a visible wake even with the sparse light available. "Alundres, I've got your six, don't worry about it," assured a fellow pilot kindly through the radio.
Several digital bullets were nailing the canopy of the MiG-35z Sapphire 9 was in. "Just a bit more..." She could feel it, the craft was near critical.
"Sapphire 9 here, experiencing difficulty with left engine, I can't maintain my course. Ejecting, repeat, ejecting!" cried Ian Ristoff, simulating the ejection.
9:12 pm
Lotus Apartment Complex
"What do I think of the new student? I don't know... I didn't really get much of a chance to talk to him Kyuo-chan." That was the irate response of Kaname Chidori, who's plan of an early bedtime had been foiled by her best friend. "I was just wasn't feeling too happy today Kyou-chan, you can't expect me to be happy all the time!--What do you mean I'm never in a good mood?"
She was sprawled on her bed, staring up at the nondescript ceiling with a cordless phone next to her left ear. "He is kinda kawaii... but, something's a bit off about him, I don't know." Kaname rolled her eyes at Kyouko's suggestion "Iie! Not like that.--What? I'm not dating Sousuke!" She wasn't being very convincing at all. She had to cut off this conversation nicely. "Wait, Kyouko, I need to go to bed--If you don't let me go, there's no guarantee that I'll be better tomorrow you know... Alright, hai. Sayonara Kyouko!"
Finally she could get a good night's sleep. Hopefully she wouldn't have any dreams of Sousuke... being gunned down in the deserts of the Middle East. Maybe he'd be back within a week.
9:59 pm
"This is--"
"You've been redesignated as Vesperz. Continue."
"Copy that, this is Vesperz. Day one was successful, no one suspects anything."
"Roger that Vesperz, proceed at your own discretion, eliminate the threat as you see fit, and as it appears."
"Acknowledged, Vesperz out."
"Alcyone out.
7:45 pm
Lotus Apartment Complex
Ota-ku, Tokyo-to
She had just finished talking to her family on the phone. Her father had announced that "they would be home for Christmas," and this news had lifted Kaname out of her melancholy; the last time she had seen her father and sister was two years ago. Perhaps she could return to school the next day in a better mood. Luckily for the honourable class representative, the class never made paid much attention to her irregular moods, so she would not have to explain herself too much to everyone. 'Kyouko definitely, and Mikihara...'
Kaname had to be honest, Ren Mikihara was not the most talkative girl in school, but she was not mute either, and she had shown her concern for Kaname before, so she was not aloof. 'She's just... a bit reserved I guess.' Then again, Kaname Chidori had never actually conversed with Ren at a length before. A wave of fatigue hit her while she was sitting on the sofa, eliciting a light yawn. Her mind drifted back to Sousuke again; it was happening more often now. Wondering if he was thinking about her, but more importantly, wondering if he was still alive.
As the sun began it's descent into the sea, the moon began its reign of the skies. The moonflow causing a myriad of wriggly images in the bay, refracting and reflecting reflected sunlight. Things were looking up for her.
1:50 pm (Baghdad Time)
Saudi Arabia/Iraq Border
They were all scattered and unprotected against he ultraviolet radiation assaulting them from above. They were an elite Special Response Team of Mithril. Members 1 through 12 trudged through the desert sea in relative silence. Their current job was to patrol a small perimeter and provide early warning to the United Nations troops stationed in Rafha, south of their current position. Occasionally an F/A-22z fighter or an AH-64D attack helicopter would hover overhead.
The burning sands diverted the ample sunlight everywhere, causing the soldiers to field light filtered eyewear. Overhead, 10 meters off of the ground, hovered one desert camouflaged Mi-35z Hind helicopter. Inside the passenger compartment, six geared soldiers enjoyed a meal of rations while preparing for their mission. "I wonder how the USSR would feel if they knew Mithril fields a lot of their equipment," commented Sergeant Kurz Weber of Urzu with a grin. He was strapped to his seat, taking a vicious bite out of what might as well have been a Mr. Big candy bar. Beside him, one of his comrades laced up his sandy yellow combat boots
"It's best not to think of such things when preparing for combat Sergeant Weber," came the gruff response from their commanding officer, Sergeant Major Melissa Mao, from her seat opposite to Weber.
"Urzu Team, this is Lieutenant Williams, we will commence flight in ten minutes. ETA to drop point afterwards will be thirty minutes. Make sure you're all ready," advised the pilot through the internal communication system.
"Hear that Sousuke? Forty minutes and Urzu be doing what Urzu does best!"
Sergeant Sousuke Sagara, age seventeen, grunted in response. He was preoccupied with maintaining his XM-29 OICW, an assault rifle/grenade launcher hybrid. This baby was his weapon of choice in combat situations such as these. His Glock always took a backseat in these operations. Finally, he turned to his happy-go-lucky comrade with a passionless stare. "Don't be overeager Weber, for I will not be the one presenting your eulogy."
The other Urzu members chuckled at this response, including Kurz. "But if you're gonna be so stiff about it, don't expect me to smother that grenade for you pal," he responded with a wicked grin.
"I would never expect a sniper to do something that noble." The tension was heating up, but Kurz couldn't keep a straight face.
"My my Sagara. I never thought I'd live to see the day you got a sense of humour," commented Sergeant Leigh Andrews, Urzu 3, who was in charge of communications for the team.
"As much as I love these personal conversations, let's cut the chatter and ready ourselves," Mao cut in tactfully. "We want to be our best. Hopefully this will be our last suppression mission."
"Another graveyard shift ma'am?" asked Sergeant Frederick Baker, Urzu 4 and the medical specialist of the team.
"Our mission ends at 0200 hours, we start immediately after hitting the ground," the sergeant major explain, raising her voice above the rotor noise to instruct every one of her subordinates. "You all know the scenario: the Liberi Iraqi movement is just a puppet being controlled by the Soviet Union, and they seek one thing right now, and that's more oil,"
"I can hardly see why they need more oil, Iraq already has a sizable percentage of it," stated veteran Sergeant Major Mei Xiang Urzu 5, the demolitions expert and second in command.
"Whatever the reason, we're here to suppress the members in Saudi Arabian territory," Melissa Mao stressed seriously. "Remember, this may be our last operation, we could be on a plane back to Merida or Aquila tomorrow evening. Don't take any unnecessary risks, because R&R is hopefully around the corner."
"Urzu Team, this is co-pilot 2nd Lieutenant Mira Ivonova, we are go. ETA is thirty minutes."
8:26 pm (Japan Standard Time)
Chrysanthemum Apartments
He was alone in his unlit apartment. He had been alone ever since Secretary Ren Mikihara had left him there at approximately 6:51 pm. Kazuya Nakajima had never foreseen anyone getting into his apartment during his stay here, and he was very fortunate none of his firearms were discovered. He'd make sure to keep all questionable material in the guest room, and lock it. He was on the couch in front of the television set, with a cold wet cloth on his forehead. It was the same white cloth Ren had placed there two hours earlier to relieve his head pains. The cloth was no longer cold anymore, but Kazuya didn't feel the need to remove himself from his comfortable position, sprawled on the satin white three-cushioned sofa. "Let's see what's on the news..." he murmured, fumbling for the Sony remote on the glass coffee table beside the couch.
"Isolated skirmishes near the border of Saudi Arabia and Iraq have been reported since yesterday. The United Nations' task force stationed there to prevent any real conflict from occurring is not commenting on the nature of these exchanges. There are other reports that an independent organization is working with the UN to suppress the Liberi Iraqi extremist movement. The credibility of this information is questionable, but that would be one explanation for the multitude of gunshots occurring nightly."
"Dammit... I should be at Aquila, testing out the damned variable fighter," Kazuya whispered harshly to himself. "If it wasn't for that engine failure..."
Aquila Airspace, Aquila Islands Chain
"Fox 2, Fox 2," she stated calmly, unloading one MAIM-9 Sidewinder into the digital airspace. Four squadrons were engaging in a simulated furball above the islands in the twilight. Hydra and Halo Squadron formed one team, while Sapphire and Sonic formed another. Fighters continued to engage and disengage each other, flying in sloppy figure eights and spirals, their dissipating condensation trails leaving temporary histories. One Mithril modified F/A-22 Raptor, redesignated the F/A-22z Velocity Raptor by Mithril, jinked continuously to prevent an enemy Su-47z from getting a firing solution.
The modified Raptor broke into a nearly vertical climb in a vain attempt to evade the enemy. The pilot in the Super Berkut grinned. "Sonic 3, Fox 2."
Sonic 3 glanced at his simulations screen, waiting for the target destruction confirmation. "Missile shot was trashed Sonic 3," announced the one of the simulation staff over the radio.
"Damn, countermeasures?" he cursed, breaking to his right to engage another fighter.
One ZF-01 Nebula looped to keep the lock on the target. Suddenly, the dreaded missile warning alerted her to an incoming warhead. The pilot, Hydra 8, swore to herself and snapped off several rounds of anti-aircraft ammunition before hitting the countermeasures switch and diving towards the frothy ocean. "C'mon, miss, miss!"
"Halo 11, Fox 1."
"Dammit Kent, squeeze off exhaust and evade!"
One MiG-35z Omnial fighter levelled out and rolled so it's belly faced the sky to confirm it had been "killed." "Sapphire 7 was shot down by Halo 11!" exclaimed one of the sim staff.
"Lorraine, this is Hydra 12, let's flank Sapphire 9, vector two-four-zero. We'll make Vapour 9 proud."
"Roger that, Hydra 8 engaging." Lorraine Alundres jerked her flight stick to the left and hit her left rudder, then engaged the afterburners. The ZF-01 under her control obeyed the commands and commenced the pursuit of one of Kayashi's friendly rivals within the Aquila Air Wing.
"Dammit, they're engaging me. Spray some pesticide Sonic 10!"
Sets of twin engines roared through the air. The afterburners illuminated the random waves below like fireflies above a pond. "I've got a present of DDT for them," replied one of Sapphire 9's wingmen maliciously.
Lieutenant Lorraine Alundres, Hydra 8, set her payload to the MAIM-1 Wesps in her store. The targetting display fitted inside her helmet visor started attempting a firing solution. Her free left hand yanked the throttle down and started braking. Her wings, previously in a delta configuration, swung back to a swept-forward position. "Hydra 8, he's two clicks ahead-"
"Lorraine, I'm taking some heat from my five, I'm in a break turn. Disengaging!" Hydra 12 interrupted, in a panicky voice.
'Dammit, fine, I'll go solo.' She waited of a neat, solid red triangle to superimpose onto the MiG in front, then punched the firing button and announced her attempt, "Hydra 8, Fox 2."
The opponent responded instantaneously "Atoll, atoll! I'm evading, someone punch that pilot's ticket will ya?"
The invisible missile rocketted towards the target which had banked sharply to the right and had increased its angle of descent to 50º. Lorraine couldn't tell if her prey had deployed some digital countermeasures to aid in avoidance, but she imitated Sapphire 9's aerial combat maneuvers to maintain the missile lock. "Sapphire 9 has sustained a missile hit."
"What? Dammit, it's time to clean his clock," seethed Alundres. She closed in, the target distance nearing 800 meters. As soon as the targetting reticule appeared she spewed bullets wildly.
"Don't let your accuracy get sloppy Hydrate," advised a wingman, obviously aware of her actions.
"Keep to yourself or you'll be in the drink too!" she bit back, ignoring the perspiration running down her face. 400 meters. She checked her stores on a computer panel to her right. 'Almost dry,' she realized, seeing the puny amount of ordnance she was carrying.
Sapphire 9 took a kamikaze dive, skimming over the blue sea a mere 20 meters above it. His velocity created a visible wake even with the sparse light available. "Alundres, I've got your six, don't worry about it," assured a fellow pilot kindly through the radio.
Several digital bullets were nailing the canopy of the MiG-35z Sapphire 9 was in. "Just a bit more..." She could feel it, the craft was near critical.
"Sapphire 9 here, experiencing difficulty with left engine, I can't maintain my course. Ejecting, repeat, ejecting!" cried Ian Ristoff, simulating the ejection.
9:12 pm
Lotus Apartment Complex
"What do I think of the new student? I don't know... I didn't really get much of a chance to talk to him Kyuo-chan." That was the irate response of Kaname Chidori, who's plan of an early bedtime had been foiled by her best friend. "I was just wasn't feeling too happy today Kyou-chan, you can't expect me to be happy all the time!--What do you mean I'm never in a good mood?"
She was sprawled on her bed, staring up at the nondescript ceiling with a cordless phone next to her left ear. "He is kinda kawaii... but, something's a bit off about him, I don't know." Kaname rolled her eyes at Kyouko's suggestion "Iie! Not like that.--What? I'm not dating Sousuke!" She wasn't being very convincing at all. She had to cut off this conversation nicely. "Wait, Kyouko, I need to go to bed--If you don't let me go, there's no guarantee that I'll be better tomorrow you know... Alright, hai. Sayonara Kyouko!"
Finally she could get a good night's sleep. Hopefully she wouldn't have any dreams of Sousuke... being gunned down in the deserts of the Middle East. Maybe he'd be back within a week.
9:59 pm
"This is--"
"You've been redesignated as Vesperz. Continue."
"Copy that, this is Vesperz. Day one was successful, no one suspects anything."
"Roger that Vesperz, proceed at your own discretion, eliminate the threat as you see fit, and as it appears."
"Acknowledged, Vesperz out."
"Alcyone out.
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Variable Geometry: Part 7
Variable Geometry: Part 7
Moonlight and Rain
I see nothing but pain
My future is almost down the drain
Everything I do is in vain
How do I end this refrain?
This might have been his view of himself. It must have been since the writing seemed to be his own. "Poetry as therapy, what do they know?" he growled viciously, crumpling up the paper and slamming it into the waste basket.
6:25 am
Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
Chrysanthemum Apartments
Ota-ku, Tokyo-to
Rain and Moonlight
They removed my ability of flight
Why did I end up with this plight?
Now I'm here to fight
An invisible enemy, that's easier right?
The routine was simple now as he jotted down those lines of quasi-poetry down on lined paper. Before anything else, he ingested his pills of Aspirin for his migraines, and somehow managed to put a smile onto his face. "I'll protect you, Chidori."
7:28 am
Area around Jindai Upper High School
Unlike the previous day, Tokyo was not basking and baking in the sun's glory, not today. Ren Mikihara did not mind the drizzle trickling down from the cloud cover at all. She relished the weather, but she had her ornate umbrella deployed overhead "just in case." Just in case the clouds decided to release their heavy payload of liquid ordnance. Ren never liked to think in military terms however, and instead thought of rain as a great experience. The liquid world where every step elicited a sploosh or when passing cars created a nice swish appealed to her, of course, not many knew this since she was not the most extroverted person. She wore just her school uniform; the temperature didn't require layers. As she approached the ID card turnstiles, she spotted Kazuya Nakajima acting very much like a lone wolf with his jammed into his pockets. His posture exuded extreme aloofness, and that feeling was what he was likely trying to display. Other early risers passed through the security checkpoint and into the schoolyard beyond. "Ohayou gozaimasu Ren-san," greeted a pink-haired classmate from behind.
Ren turned to see an old acquaintance, Arisa Kawaii, who happened to be very true to her family name. She had the beauty to rival the Vice President of the Student Council. "Ohayou Arisa-san," she reciprocated along with a genuine smile. Ren slid her ID card through the reader and replaced it in her bookbag.
"Found a boyfriend yet?" she prodded good-naturedly, following Ren through after flashing her ID card through the reader.
Ren Mikihara giggled briefly, waiting for Arisa to fall into step beside her. "I'm not really looking for one... besides, I think you'll find one before I do, Arisa-san."
"Nonsense Ren, I can guarantee you that there are several of boys with wobbly knees, building up the courage to talk to you," Arisa chided softly.
"Oh my, I hope I'm not that intimidating," Ren joked, but still unconvinced due of her modest nature.
Arisa's nickname was Aria; the girls used that name, the guys referred to her as Kawaii, likely intending both connotations. She wore her hair down past her knees, and still had an excess amount to tie into twin braids. Her eyes were a soft shade ocean blue, naturally complementing her sakura coloured hair. "Ren-san? I've heard that there's a new student in our school who just started yesterday." By now they were closing in on the student who had been mentioned.
"Oh, you mean Nakajima Kazuya-san?" Ren responded, immediately knowing who Arisa was speaking of.
"Is that his name? Sounds a bit bland," commented the pink-haired girl critically.
"That's not a nice thing to say Arisa-san--Oh, he's right there by that tree," she told her, gesturing towards Kazuya, who was leaning on the trunk of a transplanted cherry tree situated next to the fence. He was gazing through the fencing, as if searching for an invisible enemy across the street. As the two-some closed in, a certain blue bombshell entered into the schoolyard leaving a chirpy brunette in her wake. "Ohayou Nakajima-san," Ren greeted happily, getting the trained pilot's attention. His pupils closed in on the source of the voice and then he turned to face the pair. He noticed Ren's traditional Japanese umbrella which was hovering overhead to ward off the light rainfall.
"Ohayou gozaimasu Mikihara-san," came the automatic reply in a calm and smooth manner.
Arisa sized up the young man with her astute eyes. He was almost a head taller than Ren and herself. His features were not rugged like the troublemaker Sousuke Sagara, but more refined, yet far from aristocratic and pampered. While Sagara emitted an otherworldly aura, this boy looked to be only slightly detached, yet still down to earth. From Ren his eyes travelled to a girl who he was unfamiliar with. "Hajimemashite, I am Kaya--excuse me, Nakajima Kazuya," he greeted with a curt bow in Arisa's direction. He cursed at himself for nearly fumbling on his alias again.
"Hajimemashite," and she bowed in return. "Kawaii Arisa."
Nakajima paused, then repeated in her name in a whisper, "Kawaii."
Arisa let out a suppressed giggle, "Arigato," she responded using her trademarked misty tone.
Kazuya found it hard not to return in a smile. "Nakajima-san?" Kazuya turned his attention to Ren once more, she seemed concerned.
"Hai?"
"How is your head feeling? Did you take your medicine?" she inquired, sounding similar to a nagging mother.
"Oh, hai... I'm feeling fine Mikihara-san." Arisa raised her eyebrows quizzically. "I have a history of migraines, Kawaii-san," he informed her after recognizing the look she was giving.
"My, my, Kazuya-kun, no need to be so formal," the pink seraph admonished with a small laugh.
"Gomen... Arisa-chan?" he attempted again.
His confirmation came in a light and subtle smile, but then old events hit him with a wave of heart wrenching nostalgia, like the rain that would never stop pouring. Memories resurfaced, similar to the stealth submarine waiting for the worst possible time to appear. Recollections of his past life, Zen Kanamura, Hikari Aizawa... He'd like to forget those events, they weren't coming back, Zen Kanamura was not coming back. And for once in his life he could forget about being a soldier, and his bloody kill record. Sometimes it was hard to even engage a Sukhoi Super Flanker let alone lock onto the aircraft with the triangle of death, and then hit the "kill switch." So what if most of the pilots ejected? Or so statistics stated. What about when he was ordered to release a "bunker buster" bomb onto a pillbox? What about--
"Nakajima-san?" It was the lovely Ren Mikihara that interrupted his thought process.
"Hai?"
"You just seemed sad and helpless for so suddenly... Is everything alright?"
"Gomen nasai Mikihara-san... I'm just thinking too much," he assured her, putting to rest her mounting concerned. An almost inaudible click sounded off in the aural backdrop.
10:34 am
25º N, 138º E
Briefing Room, Aquila Mithril Air Force Headquarters
Aquileia, Aquila Islands Chain, Pacific Ocean
They would mobilize tomorrow. Where they would move to and when was being explained in the Briefing Room. Six of Mithril's proud Air Force Squadrons would embark on a ferry mission to one of the United States' military bases in the Philippines later in the day. The final target destination was to be Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia. "After the Philippines, your next touchdown will be in Chennai, India and will stay overnight. Afterwards all squadrons will land at Riyadh Air Force Base by Thursday, September 12th."
The purpose of the migration was for strategic reasons. Anyone who followed the news could tell the situation between Saudi Arabia and Iraq would deteriorate and lead to fighting, mass combat, not the isolated skirmishes currently occurring. Air power was going to be needed to support United Nations and Mithril ground troops in the days ahead. "The outbreak of war between the two nations is not 100% guaranteed, your presence will be needed 'just in case,'" is how Captain Henry Whittfield put it.
Squadron's AEF-01 to AEF-06 were the prime candidates for the mission. The vacancy for the ninth fighter in Vapour Squadron had been filled in with a seasoned spare, who had been the true Vapour 9 ever since Kenji Kayashi had been assigned to the task of testing the Xperimental Variable Fighter known as Phoenix. There had been some dispute about whether Kayashi was even a part of Vapour Squadron anymore. Most felt he would be promoted out of the squadron upon his return or when the Variable Fighters became mass produced. 'Would that really be the case?' This was Alundres' thought during the briefing. She didn't even know just what Kayashi was doing. Perhaps he was helping train Navy pilots, he had a deep background in naval operations after all.
The running gag among the Mithril Navy pilots was, "Vive le Tomcat, er... Lynx!" This was a reference to the fact that within a few years, the US Navy would replace the excellent F-14 Tomcat with the E and F versions of the F-18 Super Hornet. Mithril however had just inaugurated the F-14z Lynx into its array of combat fighters. The Lynx was a Mithril upgrade of the original F-14 interceptor. Many predicted that Mithril would be flooded with Tomcat personnel emigrating from the US Navy soon.
"I wish you all the best in your upcoming battles, should they occur," then Whittfield added with a smile, "I hope to see you home for Christmas, dismissed!"
6:15 am (Baghdad Time)
Saudi Arabia, 10 kilometers from Saudi Arabia/Iraq Border
Another suppression of a militant group. Urzu 5 had sustained light injuries from rifle fire at approximately 0200 hours. They were exhausted now, but they had to get to the helicopter landing zone before 0700 in order to make it back to base. They had been operating well over twelve hours, close to fifteen, and fatigue had taken its toll on Urzu. Urzu 7, Sergeant Sousuke Sagara was the most alert out of all of his comrades. They were nearing a sand dune when the attack commenced. A clipped whistle alerted Sagara of a threat. "Down! Sniper fire!" he growled, hitting the sand and then removing his XM-29 from its position on his back. A fresh clip of 20mm high-explosive ammunition was already in place, and Sagara intended to use it. Others scrambled sloppily to bear their arms towards the hidden enemy. "It was from behind us, that's the only place it could've come from!"
The large star known as the sun had already broken through the horizon, but the visibility was still poor. Leigh Andrews, the communications officer was looking at the tactical data being displayed on a small DSSU. "Mystral Outpost this is Urzu Team! We are under enemy fire and our supplies are almost exhausted, requesting aid!" Sergeant Andrews screamed into her radio. Other Urzu members tried to dig into the sand to deflect the bullets. It was no use. Sand would do nothing to help them. The gentle breeze had now picked up, threatening to create a sandstorm.
Kurz, who was lying prone on his stomach now, loaded a fresh magazine into the VSS Vintorez rifle. "What vector?" he shouted to anyone who could answer.
Luckily no one had been hit, yet. Mao estimated one of them would be injured before they would discover the enemy's position. "I'm guessing vector oh-four-five!" Sergeant Baker guesstimated hastily, just managing to remove his M8 light assault rifle from his shoulder.
Melissa needed an escape route, she needed a place where they could get some cover and organize. Her sharp eyes scanned the terrain. 'The dune!' Hopefully the dune Urzu had been approaching before the attack would suffice, it had to. "Let's fall back to that dune and regroup dammit!" Mao barked and got up on her knees, laying down some cover fire with her twin MP-5Ks. After everyone was clear, she fired some farewell shots and then dove over the dune, tumbling several vertical meters down to meet the rest of her troops. No one had taken damage yet, but help was far from near. It would take at least 40 minutes for a chopper to arrive, unless a patrol chopper close-by made it first.
"Sergeant Major, what action do we take?" demanded a tense Sergeant Sagara. His OICW was fully loaded, but ammo was going to become scarce if combat continued.
"Andrews, you have the DSSU, we have essentially a beacon that will give away our position to our possible reinforcements. We'll retreat, our objective is to make it as far back as possible. Mithril will not be sending any letters of condolence tomorrow," Mao said, emphasizing every single word. "Sagara and Baker will cover our backs. Now, retreat!"
The organized march in the sand began. With the amount of equipment on Urzu's backs, they were making good speed, but would the enemy follow? The short pep talk Mao had made was just to maintain the unit's morale; which family would receive notification tomorrow? Other bullets zipped past them. The accuracy could have been better on the enemy's part, but no one in Urzu was complaining. Sousuke, essentially jogging in reverse located one of them 200 meters away. He set his OICW to grenade launcher mode, then fired. A hit? A miss? He wasn't too concerned about that right now, visibility was too poor to grant any assurances. Hour sixteen for this assignment was coming upon them fast, normally Sagara was like a machine... maybe living in comfortable and peaceful Tokyo had softened him up? Never.
12:38 pm (Japan Standard Time)
Class 3-4, Jindai Upper High School
Ota-ku, Tokyo-to
Lunchtime had commenced, and word had gotten around. Supposedly Kazuya Nakajima was courting Arisa Kawaii. 'Bullshit.' He never spoke that aloud however. Kyouko had mentioned she "had the evidence." Nakajima could only guess that meant she had captured it on film, and perhaps it would be used as blackmail. He wasn't worried in the least, Ren was there too, she'd back him up... right? 'I hope so, I can't afford any obstacles, a life is at stake... Well... would it be so bad? This Arisa seems a bit of a flirt, but genuine at the same time...' His gaze wandered off to Kaname's position. She was speaking amiably with Kyouko, some other girls, and... Ren and Arisa? 'None of my business.'
For someone claiming that they were "always prepared," Nakajima had kindly neglected to pack a lunch, and to bring money as well. It truly was a great day at school. He slumped forward onto his desk, resting his head in his hands. He was not going to ask for food, it would look bad, especially for a new student. He tuned everything out and attempted to catch some sleep. In a noisy classroom where everyone was emitting at least 120 decibels? Rest was not likely. The blue-haired Mithril operative pushed back his brown wooden chair and headed for the door. Clean escape was not possible. "Nakajima-san?" came the hushed voice of Ren Mikihara from behind him.
A silent but exasperated sigh escaped through his lips, and he brushed aside some loose strands of hair before turning to acknowledge her. "Hai, Mikihara-san?" He had not counted on her to at such a close proximity, they were almost nose to nose, and he found it quite unnerving.
Ren presented a box wrapped in lavender cloth to him, "I made this for you, in case you didn't bring anything... your fridge looked bare..." she explained, perhaps a bit shyly. It was true, this morning he had eaten a "last meal" of sorts. He had managed to cram just about everything he had left in a very unappetizing omelette, Nakajima shuddered as he recalled the taste. He had assumed, rather stupidly, that the original food supplies in the apartment would last him at least a week. After school, he would definitely have to shop. Ren could tell he was thinking again. "Nakajima-san?"
"Ano... gomen Mikihara-san... arigato, demo... you really didn't have to go through all the trouble," he told her, feeling a tad uneasy.
"Kazuya-kun." Shinji Kazama was attempting to contact him from his seat. Kazuya turned to his direction. "Just accept it!" he pantomimed without Ren noticing.
"Arigato Mikihara-san. Demo... now I feel indebted to you," Nakajima capitulated, accepting the wrapped bento box from Ren.
"Don't worry about that Nakajima-san."
"Iie." Then he took the plunge, he clearly was not thinking at all. "Maybe... m-maybe I could take you.. t-to dinner?" he ended it with a squeak, and his teeth had started to chatter furiously.
Shinji Kazama who had witnessed this spectacle slumped in his chair. "Pathetic... even I wouldn't try that..." he moaned.
Ren smiled, then responded "That's very kind of you... arigato."
Kaname Chidori had been all ears. 'This guy's pretty bold...' She had figured it out however. He was the replacement. Kaname was sure Mithril would not simply pull Urzu off of this mission and not have anyone replace them. The timing had tipped her off, but a strange feeling had influenced her resolution. He seemed familiar somehow. 'But why? Why is he so familiar?' He did not resemble Sousuke in anyway. If he was armed, he was hiding his weapons perfectly. He had blended in very smoothly into the classroom, as if he was any guy. Kaname feared he was using Ren to deepen his cover, and when he was pulled off of the mission if, once Sousuke returned, he'd be forced to cut off all ties. 'Unless he's a permanent replacement.' Kaname seriously hoped not. Sousuke made her life hell, but she could handle that. 'Maybe Mithril can't afford to have such a great team to be tied down by me.' This view had credibility since Mithril had pulled Sousuke and the others off of their guard duty before. The reality was, however, that the Finance Division deemed Sousuke to be money draining. Kazuya was just filling in until they could bring someone more cost effective into action.
Decisions were always made with money being the driving factor, always.
Moonlight and Rain
I see nothing but pain
My future is almost down the drain
Everything I do is in vain
How do I end this refrain?
This might have been his view of himself. It must have been since the writing seemed to be his own. "Poetry as therapy, what do they know?" he growled viciously, crumpling up the paper and slamming it into the waste basket.
6:25 am
Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
Chrysanthemum Apartments
Ota-ku, Tokyo-to
Rain and Moonlight
They removed my ability of flight
Why did I end up with this plight?
Now I'm here to fight
An invisible enemy, that's easier right?
The routine was simple now as he jotted down those lines of quasi-poetry down on lined paper. Before anything else, he ingested his pills of Aspirin for his migraines, and somehow managed to put a smile onto his face. "I'll protect you, Chidori."
7:28 am
Area around Jindai Upper High School
Unlike the previous day, Tokyo was not basking and baking in the sun's glory, not today. Ren Mikihara did not mind the drizzle trickling down from the cloud cover at all. She relished the weather, but she had her ornate umbrella deployed overhead "just in case." Just in case the clouds decided to release their heavy payload of liquid ordnance. Ren never liked to think in military terms however, and instead thought of rain as a great experience. The liquid world where every step elicited a sploosh or when passing cars created a nice swish appealed to her, of course, not many knew this since she was not the most extroverted person. She wore just her school uniform; the temperature didn't require layers. As she approached the ID card turnstiles, she spotted Kazuya Nakajima acting very much like a lone wolf with his jammed into his pockets. His posture exuded extreme aloofness, and that feeling was what he was likely trying to display. Other early risers passed through the security checkpoint and into the schoolyard beyond. "Ohayou gozaimasu Ren-san," greeted a pink-haired classmate from behind.
Ren turned to see an old acquaintance, Arisa Kawaii, who happened to be very true to her family name. She had the beauty to rival the Vice President of the Student Council. "Ohayou Arisa-san," she reciprocated along with a genuine smile. Ren slid her ID card through the reader and replaced it in her bookbag.
"Found a boyfriend yet?" she prodded good-naturedly, following Ren through after flashing her ID card through the reader.
Ren Mikihara giggled briefly, waiting for Arisa to fall into step beside her. "I'm not really looking for one... besides, I think you'll find one before I do, Arisa-san."
"Nonsense Ren, I can guarantee you that there are several of boys with wobbly knees, building up the courage to talk to you," Arisa chided softly.
"Oh my, I hope I'm not that intimidating," Ren joked, but still unconvinced due of her modest nature.
Arisa's nickname was Aria; the girls used that name, the guys referred to her as Kawaii, likely intending both connotations. She wore her hair down past her knees, and still had an excess amount to tie into twin braids. Her eyes were a soft shade ocean blue, naturally complementing her sakura coloured hair. "Ren-san? I've heard that there's a new student in our school who just started yesterday." By now they were closing in on the student who had been mentioned.
"Oh, you mean Nakajima Kazuya-san?" Ren responded, immediately knowing who Arisa was speaking of.
"Is that his name? Sounds a bit bland," commented the pink-haired girl critically.
"That's not a nice thing to say Arisa-san--Oh, he's right there by that tree," she told her, gesturing towards Kazuya, who was leaning on the trunk of a transplanted cherry tree situated next to the fence. He was gazing through the fencing, as if searching for an invisible enemy across the street. As the two-some closed in, a certain blue bombshell entered into the schoolyard leaving a chirpy brunette in her wake. "Ohayou Nakajima-san," Ren greeted happily, getting the trained pilot's attention. His pupils closed in on the source of the voice and then he turned to face the pair. He noticed Ren's traditional Japanese umbrella which was hovering overhead to ward off the light rainfall.
"Ohayou gozaimasu Mikihara-san," came the automatic reply in a calm and smooth manner.
Arisa sized up the young man with her astute eyes. He was almost a head taller than Ren and herself. His features were not rugged like the troublemaker Sousuke Sagara, but more refined, yet far from aristocratic and pampered. While Sagara emitted an otherworldly aura, this boy looked to be only slightly detached, yet still down to earth. From Ren his eyes travelled to a girl who he was unfamiliar with. "Hajimemashite, I am Kaya--excuse me, Nakajima Kazuya," he greeted with a curt bow in Arisa's direction. He cursed at himself for nearly fumbling on his alias again.
"Hajimemashite," and she bowed in return. "Kawaii Arisa."
Nakajima paused, then repeated in her name in a whisper, "Kawaii."
Arisa let out a suppressed giggle, "Arigato," she responded using her trademarked misty tone.
Kazuya found it hard not to return in a smile. "Nakajima-san?" Kazuya turned his attention to Ren once more, she seemed concerned.
"Hai?"
"How is your head feeling? Did you take your medicine?" she inquired, sounding similar to a nagging mother.
"Oh, hai... I'm feeling fine Mikihara-san." Arisa raised her eyebrows quizzically. "I have a history of migraines, Kawaii-san," he informed her after recognizing the look she was giving.
"My, my, Kazuya-kun, no need to be so formal," the pink seraph admonished with a small laugh.
"Gomen... Arisa-chan?" he attempted again.
His confirmation came in a light and subtle smile, but then old events hit him with a wave of heart wrenching nostalgia, like the rain that would never stop pouring. Memories resurfaced, similar to the stealth submarine waiting for the worst possible time to appear. Recollections of his past life, Zen Kanamura, Hikari Aizawa... He'd like to forget those events, they weren't coming back, Zen Kanamura was not coming back. And for once in his life he could forget about being a soldier, and his bloody kill record. Sometimes it was hard to even engage a Sukhoi Super Flanker let alone lock onto the aircraft with the triangle of death, and then hit the "kill switch." So what if most of the pilots ejected? Or so statistics stated. What about when he was ordered to release a "bunker buster" bomb onto a pillbox? What about--
"Nakajima-san?" It was the lovely Ren Mikihara that interrupted his thought process.
"Hai?"
"You just seemed sad and helpless for so suddenly... Is everything alright?"
"Gomen nasai Mikihara-san... I'm just thinking too much," he assured her, putting to rest her mounting concerned. An almost inaudible click sounded off in the aural backdrop.
10:34 am
25º N, 138º E
Briefing Room, Aquila Mithril Air Force Headquarters
Aquileia, Aquila Islands Chain, Pacific Ocean
They would mobilize tomorrow. Where they would move to and when was being explained in the Briefing Room. Six of Mithril's proud Air Force Squadrons would embark on a ferry mission to one of the United States' military bases in the Philippines later in the day. The final target destination was to be Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia. "After the Philippines, your next touchdown will be in Chennai, India and will stay overnight. Afterwards all squadrons will land at Riyadh Air Force Base by Thursday, September 12th."
The purpose of the migration was for strategic reasons. Anyone who followed the news could tell the situation between Saudi Arabia and Iraq would deteriorate and lead to fighting, mass combat, not the isolated skirmishes currently occurring. Air power was going to be needed to support United Nations and Mithril ground troops in the days ahead. "The outbreak of war between the two nations is not 100% guaranteed, your presence will be needed 'just in case,'" is how Captain Henry Whittfield put it.
Squadron's AEF-01 to AEF-06 were the prime candidates for the mission. The vacancy for the ninth fighter in Vapour Squadron had been filled in with a seasoned spare, who had been the true Vapour 9 ever since Kenji Kayashi had been assigned to the task of testing the Xperimental Variable Fighter known as Phoenix. There had been some dispute about whether Kayashi was even a part of Vapour Squadron anymore. Most felt he would be promoted out of the squadron upon his return or when the Variable Fighters became mass produced. 'Would that really be the case?' This was Alundres' thought during the briefing. She didn't even know just what Kayashi was doing. Perhaps he was helping train Navy pilots, he had a deep background in naval operations after all.
The running gag among the Mithril Navy pilots was, "Vive le Tomcat, er... Lynx!" This was a reference to the fact that within a few years, the US Navy would replace the excellent F-14 Tomcat with the E and F versions of the F-18 Super Hornet. Mithril however had just inaugurated the F-14z Lynx into its array of combat fighters. The Lynx was a Mithril upgrade of the original F-14 interceptor. Many predicted that Mithril would be flooded with Tomcat personnel emigrating from the US Navy soon.
"I wish you all the best in your upcoming battles, should they occur," then Whittfield added with a smile, "I hope to see you home for Christmas, dismissed!"
6:15 am (Baghdad Time)
Saudi Arabia, 10 kilometers from Saudi Arabia/Iraq Border
Another suppression of a militant group. Urzu 5 had sustained light injuries from rifle fire at approximately 0200 hours. They were exhausted now, but they had to get to the helicopter landing zone before 0700 in order to make it back to base. They had been operating well over twelve hours, close to fifteen, and fatigue had taken its toll on Urzu. Urzu 7, Sergeant Sousuke Sagara was the most alert out of all of his comrades. They were nearing a sand dune when the attack commenced. A clipped whistle alerted Sagara of a threat. "Down! Sniper fire!" he growled, hitting the sand and then removing his XM-29 from its position on his back. A fresh clip of 20mm high-explosive ammunition was already in place, and Sagara intended to use it. Others scrambled sloppily to bear their arms towards the hidden enemy. "It was from behind us, that's the only place it could've come from!"
The large star known as the sun had already broken through the horizon, but the visibility was still poor. Leigh Andrews, the communications officer was looking at the tactical data being displayed on a small DSSU. "Mystral Outpost this is Urzu Team! We are under enemy fire and our supplies are almost exhausted, requesting aid!" Sergeant Andrews screamed into her radio. Other Urzu members tried to dig into the sand to deflect the bullets. It was no use. Sand would do nothing to help them. The gentle breeze had now picked up, threatening to create a sandstorm.
Kurz, who was lying prone on his stomach now, loaded a fresh magazine into the VSS Vintorez rifle. "What vector?" he shouted to anyone who could answer.
Luckily no one had been hit, yet. Mao estimated one of them would be injured before they would discover the enemy's position. "I'm guessing vector oh-four-five!" Sergeant Baker guesstimated hastily, just managing to remove his M8 light assault rifle from his shoulder.
Melissa needed an escape route, she needed a place where they could get some cover and organize. Her sharp eyes scanned the terrain. 'The dune!' Hopefully the dune Urzu had been approaching before the attack would suffice, it had to. "Let's fall back to that dune and regroup dammit!" Mao barked and got up on her knees, laying down some cover fire with her twin MP-5Ks. After everyone was clear, she fired some farewell shots and then dove over the dune, tumbling several vertical meters down to meet the rest of her troops. No one had taken damage yet, but help was far from near. It would take at least 40 minutes for a chopper to arrive, unless a patrol chopper close-by made it first.
"Sergeant Major, what action do we take?" demanded a tense Sergeant Sagara. His OICW was fully loaded, but ammo was going to become scarce if combat continued.
"Andrews, you have the DSSU, we have essentially a beacon that will give away our position to our possible reinforcements. We'll retreat, our objective is to make it as far back as possible. Mithril will not be sending any letters of condolence tomorrow," Mao said, emphasizing every single word. "Sagara and Baker will cover our backs. Now, retreat!"
The organized march in the sand began. With the amount of equipment on Urzu's backs, they were making good speed, but would the enemy follow? The short pep talk Mao had made was just to maintain the unit's morale; which family would receive notification tomorrow? Other bullets zipped past them. The accuracy could have been better on the enemy's part, but no one in Urzu was complaining. Sousuke, essentially jogging in reverse located one of them 200 meters away. He set his OICW to grenade launcher mode, then fired. A hit? A miss? He wasn't too concerned about that right now, visibility was too poor to grant any assurances. Hour sixteen for this assignment was coming upon them fast, normally Sagara was like a machine... maybe living in comfortable and peaceful Tokyo had softened him up? Never.
12:38 pm (Japan Standard Time)
Class 3-4, Jindai Upper High School
Ota-ku, Tokyo-to
Lunchtime had commenced, and word had gotten around. Supposedly Kazuya Nakajima was courting Arisa Kawaii. 'Bullshit.' He never spoke that aloud however. Kyouko had mentioned she "had the evidence." Nakajima could only guess that meant she had captured it on film, and perhaps it would be used as blackmail. He wasn't worried in the least, Ren was there too, she'd back him up... right? 'I hope so, I can't afford any obstacles, a life is at stake... Well... would it be so bad? This Arisa seems a bit of a flirt, but genuine at the same time...' His gaze wandered off to Kaname's position. She was speaking amiably with Kyouko, some other girls, and... Ren and Arisa? 'None of my business.'
For someone claiming that they were "always prepared," Nakajima had kindly neglected to pack a lunch, and to bring money as well. It truly was a great day at school. He slumped forward onto his desk, resting his head in his hands. He was not going to ask for food, it would look bad, especially for a new student. He tuned everything out and attempted to catch some sleep. In a noisy classroom where everyone was emitting at least 120 decibels? Rest was not likely. The blue-haired Mithril operative pushed back his brown wooden chair and headed for the door. Clean escape was not possible. "Nakajima-san?" came the hushed voice of Ren Mikihara from behind him.
A silent but exasperated sigh escaped through his lips, and he brushed aside some loose strands of hair before turning to acknowledge her. "Hai, Mikihara-san?" He had not counted on her to at such a close proximity, they were almost nose to nose, and he found it quite unnerving.
Ren presented a box wrapped in lavender cloth to him, "I made this for you, in case you didn't bring anything... your fridge looked bare..." she explained, perhaps a bit shyly. It was true, this morning he had eaten a "last meal" of sorts. He had managed to cram just about everything he had left in a very unappetizing omelette, Nakajima shuddered as he recalled the taste. He had assumed, rather stupidly, that the original food supplies in the apartment would last him at least a week. After school, he would definitely have to shop. Ren could tell he was thinking again. "Nakajima-san?"
"Ano... gomen Mikihara-san... arigato, demo... you really didn't have to go through all the trouble," he told her, feeling a tad uneasy.
"Kazuya-kun." Shinji Kazama was attempting to contact him from his seat. Kazuya turned to his direction. "Just accept it!" he pantomimed without Ren noticing.
"Arigato Mikihara-san. Demo... now I feel indebted to you," Nakajima capitulated, accepting the wrapped bento box from Ren.
"Don't worry about that Nakajima-san."
"Iie." Then he took the plunge, he clearly was not thinking at all. "Maybe... m-maybe I could take you.. t-to dinner?" he ended it with a squeak, and his teeth had started to chatter furiously.
Shinji Kazama who had witnessed this spectacle slumped in his chair. "Pathetic... even I wouldn't try that..." he moaned.
Ren smiled, then responded "That's very kind of you... arigato."
Kaname Chidori had been all ears. 'This guy's pretty bold...' She had figured it out however. He was the replacement. Kaname was sure Mithril would not simply pull Urzu off of this mission and not have anyone replace them. The timing had tipped her off, but a strange feeling had influenced her resolution. He seemed familiar somehow. 'But why? Why is he so familiar?' He did not resemble Sousuke in anyway. If he was armed, he was hiding his weapons perfectly. He had blended in very smoothly into the classroom, as if he was any guy. Kaname feared he was using Ren to deepen his cover, and when he was pulled off of the mission if, once Sousuke returned, he'd be forced to cut off all ties. 'Unless he's a permanent replacement.' Kaname seriously hoped not. Sousuke made her life hell, but she could handle that. 'Maybe Mithril can't afford to have such a great team to be tied down by me.' This view had credibility since Mithril had pulled Sousuke and the others off of their guard duty before. The reality was, however, that the Finance Division deemed Sousuke to be money draining. Kazuya was just filling in until they could bring someone more cost effective into action.
Decisions were always made with money being the driving factor, always.
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Okay, I admit it... I've been deliberately AVOIDING your fic, Tsushima
Sorry, my attention's been REALLY split the last few weeks between
Armory business, my OWN fic which is now a month behind, and my real
life business... screwed up that it is.
ANOTHER GunBUnny fic-writer!! Like I'm complaining? General
interest, or mostly in aviation? As for the S-37 stuff, I know the US
has experience via the X-29 program, I'm wondering if the S-37's their
first PRACTICAL application into it... if the X-29 and it's composite wing
headaches for the US is any indication...
F-14 into Mithril... now THAT has possibilities!
Jindai business has me wondering exactly what is going on, though, and
where you plan to take it. And I'm surprised darkbane's been so easy on
you mixing GunBunny business with Chidori, et al business so long!
Let's see how things go! Keep it up!
Regards
Sorry, my attention's been REALLY split the last few weeks between
Armory business, my OWN fic which is now a month behind, and my real
life business... screwed up that it is.
ANOTHER GunBUnny fic-writer!! Like I'm complaining?
Generalinterest, or mostly in aviation? As for the S-37 stuff, I know the US
has experience via the X-29 program, I'm wondering if the S-37's their
first PRACTICAL application into it... if the X-29 and it's composite wing
headaches for the US is any indication...
F-14 into Mithril... now THAT has possibilities!
Jindai business has me wondering exactly what is going on, though, and
where you plan to take it. And I'm surprised darkbane's been so easy on
you mixing GunBunny business with Chidori, et al business so long!
Let's see how things go! Keep it up!
Regards
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Just some background info and stuph
I'm mostly interested in aviation, but that I've had that interest for a long time, but it kinda died out until I started playing Ace Combat 04: Shattered Skies... then I just fell in love with it again. (I can't wait for Namco to get Ace Combat 05 out!!!)
Uhh... anyways, a lot of the info I get about the military and how it works is from a friend of mine. I guess you could call him a military otaku, like Shinji Kazama, except he's more low-key about that (he reads A LOT of Tom Clancy novels, plays a lot of war/strategy games, and has this thing for nuclear submarines...)
Yeah, so in English or Writing class when we're supposed to be working I'll be like "Yo Jon... (insert questions here)?" Hopefully his info is accurate...
But like I said, I've always liked flight and also birds as well... when I was young I was interested in so many things... *goes down memory lane* What happened? Well... anime, video games and electronica music got to me...
The Jindai business... hmm, I think I'm in a pickle... but I'll work it all out, hopefully to the readers' satisfaction.
I'll just explain/clarify some things (of course, these only adhere to my fic):
Mithril uses the metric system for everything
In Mithril, the official langauge is English.
When in Japan, when someone speaks English... I'll denote it somehow...
Mithril steals a lot of technology from both sides of the Cold War, Mithril manufactures very few of it's own aircraft.
The "z" suffix denotes a Mithril modified aircraft, the name of the craft is changed, usually reminiscent of the original
Eg:
F-14z Lynx <---> F-14 Tomcat
MiG-35z Omnial <---> MiG-35 MFI (Mulirole Front-Line Fighter/Miltifunctional Fighter)
Su-47z Super Berkut <---> S-37/Su-47 Berkut/Golden Eagle
Then there are aircraft that Mithril actually designs themselves, denoted by a "Z" in front of the designation
Eg:
ZF-01 Nebula (this is actually a variation of the Bird Of Prey/Switchblade, the XVF-03 Widow is modelled after this.)
ZF-02 Somnius (At low speeds/folded out wings, swept forward and At high speeds with wings folded inwards, swept back, those pics are from an unlockable, and fictional fighter from Ace Combat 04, called the X-02, and that's what the Somnius is based from. Also the XVF-05 Phoenix is modelled after the this aircraft as well)
What else?
The XVF Program's goal is to create "Variable Fighters," yes, like a Macross VF-1 or Mobile Suit Gundam's Mobile Suits that could transform into a type of aircraft.
XVF stands for Xperimental Variable Fighter, after mass production of these craft, if they ever work, it'll lose the X, and gain a Z, so ZVF.
There are 6 models...
XVF-00 Cygnus (Don't know yet) (Prototype of the prototypes)
XVF-01 Vireo (Don't know yet)
XVF-02 Nemesis (Don't know yet)
XVF-03 Widow (Bird Of Prey/Switchblade)
XVF-04 Essence (F-14 Tomcat, or any variable swept back craft)
XVF-05 Phoenix (Ace Combat 04's X-02)
And they more or less take an existing fighter's design and work wonders to create a VF.
Well, I hope what I've just posted doesn't spoil anything or if it's just screwed me over.
Oh... This fic is kinda on pause until I finish reading Catch 22 and The Collector... and then also get started on my English Term Paper...
HOWEVER, the ideas will keep flowing.
I can see Phase One ending nicely.
Anyways, I'm off to bed, ja ne.
Uhh... anyways, a lot of the info I get about the military and how it works is from a friend of mine. I guess you could call him a military otaku, like Shinji Kazama, except he's more low-key about that (he reads A LOT of Tom Clancy novels, plays a lot of war/strategy games, and has this thing for nuclear submarines...)
Yeah, so in English or Writing class when we're supposed to be working I'll be like "Yo Jon... (insert questions here)?" Hopefully his info is accurate...
But like I said, I've always liked flight and also birds as well... when I was young I was interested in so many things... *goes down memory lane* What happened? Well... anime, video games and electronica music got to me...
The Jindai business... hmm, I think I'm in a pickle... but I'll work it all out, hopefully to the readers' satisfaction.
I'll just explain/clarify some things (of course, these only adhere to my fic):
Mithril uses the metric system for everything
In Mithril, the official langauge is English.
When in Japan, when someone speaks English... I'll denote it somehow...
Mithril steals a lot of technology from both sides of the Cold War, Mithril manufactures very few of it's own aircraft.
The "z" suffix denotes a Mithril modified aircraft, the name of the craft is changed, usually reminiscent of the original
Eg:
F-14z Lynx <---> F-14 Tomcat
MiG-35z Omnial <---> MiG-35 MFI (Mulirole Front-Line Fighter/Miltifunctional Fighter)
Su-47z Super Berkut <---> S-37/Su-47 Berkut/Golden Eagle
Then there are aircraft that Mithril actually designs themselves, denoted by a "Z" in front of the designation
Eg:
ZF-01 Nebula (this is actually a variation of the Bird Of Prey/Switchblade, the XVF-03 Widow is modelled after this.)
ZF-02 Somnius (At low speeds/folded out wings, swept forward and At high speeds with wings folded inwards, swept back, those pics are from an unlockable, and fictional fighter from Ace Combat 04, called the X-02, and that's what the Somnius is based from. Also the XVF-05 Phoenix is modelled after the this aircraft as well)
What else?
The XVF Program's goal is to create "Variable Fighters," yes, like a Macross VF-1 or Mobile Suit Gundam's Mobile Suits that could transform into a type of aircraft.
XVF stands for Xperimental Variable Fighter, after mass production of these craft, if they ever work, it'll lose the X, and gain a Z, so ZVF.
There are 6 models...
XVF-00 Cygnus (Don't know yet) (Prototype of the prototypes)
XVF-01 Vireo (Don't know yet)
XVF-02 Nemesis (Don't know yet)
XVF-03 Widow (Bird Of Prey/Switchblade)
XVF-04 Essence (F-14 Tomcat, or any variable swept back craft)
XVF-05 Phoenix (Ace Combat 04's X-02)
And they more or less take an existing fighter's design and work wonders to create a VF.
Well, I hope what I've just posted doesn't spoil anything or if it's just screwed me over.
Oh... This fic is kinda on pause until I finish reading Catch 22 and The Collector... and then also get started on my English Term Paper...
HOWEVER, the ideas will keep flowing
.I can see Phase One ending nicely.
Anyways, I'm off to bed, ja ne.
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Keep him far, far away from me, unless you want to lock us both inTsushima Masaki wrote:Uhh... anyways, a lot of the info I get about the military and how it works is from a friend of mine. I guess you could call him a military otaku, like Shinji Kazama, except he's more low-key about that (he reads A LOT of Tom Clancy novels, plays a lot of war/strategy games, and has this thing for nuclear submarines...)
a room for the next 20 years while we endlessly discuss and debate
nothing but GunBunny / Clancy / military stuff
Nothing jumped out at me...Tsushima Masaki wrote:Hopefully his info is accurate...
I feel sorry for the Imperial System-types on the boardTsushima Masaki wrote:Mithril uses the metric system for everything
Metric forever!!Looking forward to more, Tsushima! Keep it up!
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