You guys remember my Kamen Rider/Nanoha cross over? Well an author by the name of Katsugi approached me awhile ago, asking if he could write a sequel. I agreed and he's finally put up chapter 1.
If anyone else ever wants to write a continuation or something based off one of my stories, please feel free to do so. I would be extremely flattered.
You guys remember my Kamen Rider/Nanoha cross over? Well an author by the name of Katsugi approached me awhile ago, asking if he could write a sequel. I agreed and he's finally put up chapter 1.
If anyone else ever wants to write a continuation or something based off one of my stories, please feel free to do so. I would be extremely flattered.
Yeah I remember that one.
I found it to be pretty good.
As I was watching KR W, I thought back to your crossover and it sort of served as a catalyst of inspiration.
As a matter of fact, I sort of planned on writing a sequel to my fanfic, but I might make it either a crossover or have hints of it in there.
There's just one part that I added from W in my latest chapter, it has to do with looking up information.
Spoiler for Recollections of a Lost Age, Chapter 5: Nothing They Can't Destroy:
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If you're more interested in my other stuff, I should have a new chapter of Unexpected Expectations in a day or two, hopefully. Then I'm gonna get Chapter 6 of Recollections out to finish it, before resuming work on Red Jewel Diaries (and thus cut my series work down from 3 to 2).
! I nearly forgot about this but this is fantastic, I should re-read this from the beginning I do like exploring more about the Wolkenritter dynamic.
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Originally Posted by sniperk
Cards And Devices
Spoiler for Author Notes:
Big thanks for RadiantBeam for allowing me to use the ViCia's Shadows setting in this fic. I'll try my best not to mess with the timeline. Not that I could anyway, she's the Beta for this. ^^
This was inspired heavily in another fic, Shard Card, by Knight of L-Sama, but the approach will be a little different. I really recommend Shard Card for any TomoSaku or NanoFate fan.
Another thing to make note is that, at some points I tend to ignore and/or twist facts that are canon for a better flow in the fic. If this bothers you, then either don't read it or take it as an AU.
Spoiler for Chapter 1 - Card:
--snip--.
It's amazing I've only encountered one CCS/Nanoha crossover but this seems like a good start.
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Originally Posted by deathcurse
And the plot thickens! Another Jewel Seed appears, and yay, Precia appears again! Whoops, I think that's just me who enjoys that...
I very much agree with RB, finally someone acknowledges Fate's hard work. I know they're grieving for Alicia but the way they act sometimes you'd think it was Fate who killed Alicia. I love those guys but Alicia was Fate's sister too!
I have a very bad feeling about this... Hayate, please be alright!
I keep thinking life is going to slow down, and it just keeps moving faster. With that said, I am really going to try to wrap of this story by the end of the weekend. TRY!
Was waiting for more of this. Want to see the ending, thanks for the update.
To say that Nanoha Takamachi was pissed-off is a major understatement. Her first magical friend, the current Head Librarian Yuuno Scrya, had just barely escaped from a terrorist plot that was designed to kill him for the sole purpose of eliminating, in the eyes of the perpetrators, any obstacles between the Aerial Combat Mage and one particular Agent Fate Testarossa Harlaown. The following investigations had traced the attacks to a separatist region that was simply known as Marukia, which was formed and named after a rabid self-proclaimed "NanoFate" fan-boy who felt betrayed when both Nanoha and Fate proclaimed that they were simply not looking for a romantic relationship with each other in the foreseeable future despite having gone beyond from being best friends to being ‘friends with benefits’.
As such, a thoroughly pissed-off Nanoha was currently flying at full speed towards a suspected Marukian terrorist training camp with the intention of reducing the place into mere atoms.
“This is Captain Nanoha Takamachi, requesting permission to use Raising Heart to bomb the stuffing out of the Marukian terrorist hideout twenty kilometers south of the main Marukian administration capital.”
“Captain, you have full permission to unleash your Excellion Blaster Three’s full payload,” Hayate replied over the communications screen. “While the destruction of a group of people is morally and legally wrong, these separatists lost the right to being treated as humans the very minute they nearly killed thousands of people just to get rid of the one person who introduced you to magic.”
“Don’t remind me,” Nanoha shot back, “I am approaching the target in Blaster Two mode with Blaster Three completely prepared for immediate activation. The Wolkenritter are currently standing by with the option to step in for added effect.”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Nanoha could only blink. “I’m sorry, I don’t copy.”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
“What the…?” Confused as to where the voice was coming from, the Ace started scanning the immediate air space around her, her eyes landing on a futuristic jet fighter that was being piloted by what appeared to be a human-sized anthropomorphic rabbit. “This is Aerial Combat Mage Captain Nanoha Takamachi of the Time-Space Administration Bureau. Please identify yourself!”
“This is Peppy. All systems go.”
Nanoha shook her head as she looked back at her communications screen.“ Long Arch? This is Captain Nanoha Takamachi. Do you have a visual on a ‘Peppy’? If so, I would to like to request for permission to fire.”
“What’s the big idea, Fox?” There was a sense of outrage in the rabbit’s voice.
The Ace groaned. “Wait a minute, that’s not my name at all!”
Before Nanoha could continue her rant towards Peppy, another communications screen flashed into existence, revealing an anthropomorphic hound dog dressed in a military outfit. “It’s about time you showed up, Fox! You’re the only hope for our world!”
“Okay, I think there has been a misunderstanding.” The Ace could already feel a huge headache onset upon her. “First of all, my name is NOT Fox. Secondly, I’m on an Air Force directive to destroy a group of terrorists that would do just about anything to force me and my best friend into a romantic relationship…”
“Take care of the guy behind me, Fox!”
“Jeez! Didn’t you hear me a few seconds ago?” Nanoha looked behind and saw that the rabbit’s jet was being chased by a group of alien-looking jets. “Pffft… Alright, hold on.” A small orb of magical energy materialized. “DIVINE SHOOTER!”
“Hey Einstein, I’m on your side!”
Once again, Nanoha found herself blinking in confusion as yet another jet, one of a similar design to Peppy’s flew out from the debris of the destroyed pursuers, only that this time around, the jet was piloted by an anthropomorphic falcon. “You are?!? Who are you?”
“Don’t worry, Slippy’s here!” A third jet, piloted by a frog, suddenly zipped past.
The Ace breathed a sigh of relief. “Good! You can lead your squad mates out of this air space immediately.”
“Whoah! Help me!”
Said sigh of relief immediately turned into one of exasperation. “Now you’re in trouble?”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrgh! I’m hit!”
“Quit slipping around, Slippy!” Peppy’s jet zipped forward to support the floundering frog.
As this was happening, Nanoha could only shake her head, which was the only thing she found herself capable of doing during the past few minutes. “How are you all such terrible pilots?”
“Something’s wrong with the G-Diffuser!” Sure enough, the falcon’s jet was flying somewhat erratically.
The Ace rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not that because it doesn’t exist.”
“Gee! I’ve been saved by Fox… How swell.” There was no mistaking the sarcasm in the falcon’s voice.
“Hey! Two things to tell you buddy!” Nanoha found herself even more pissed-off than she was prior to Peppy’s sudden appearance. “First of all, I’m not Fox, and second of all, f*ck you!”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Silence reigned in the air for ten seconds before Nanoha looked back at the main communications screen that was connected to a bemused Hayate over at Long Arch. “Long Arch, I’m approaching the target. I will be switching over to Blaster Three in less than a minute. To anyone who happens to be flying in military aircraft, please avoid interference.”
“Aim for the open spot,” Peppy suddenly shouted out.
“Okay, it’s not that easy. I need to concentrate.”
“Destroy the exhaust pipes!”
Damnit, why won’t this rabbit shut up? “You don’t even know what you’re saying!”
“Shoot the tentacles to open the core!”
The Ace was mere moments away from showing why she was known as The White Devil. “THAT’S NOT A THING! THAT’S NOT EVEN A THING!!!”
“Try a somersault!”
Nanoha was caressing the handle of Raising Heart’s staff mode like how a trigger-happy person would caress a gun. “WHY?!? FOR WHAT POSSIBLE REASON?”
A fourth jet, one that was piloted by a grey dog, suddenly flew up alongside the Ace. “The hatches are open!”
“There. Are. No. HATCHES! I need quiet!”
“Hey,” the dog retorted, “see if I help YOU again!”
“Are you some sort of geek dog or…”
“Whoah! Help me!” The frog’s jet had apparently caught fire as a result of being hit by hidden enemy fighters.
“JESUS!” Nanoha was reaching her boiling point. “DIVINE SHOOTER!”
“Thanks, Fox! I thought they had me!”
Nanoha’s hands were gripping Raising Heart really tightly, eliciting a protest from the sentient device. “I thought I said my name is not and will never be…”
“Whoah! Help me!”
The Ace groaned. “I’m shutting down communications.”
“I can’t let you do that, Star Fox.” A trio of enemy jets appeared in formation in front of The White Devil, the leading jet being piloted by an eyepatch-wearing wolf.
“ARGH! I AM NOT STAR BLOODY FOX! AND WHO ARE YOU?!?” Nanoha was contemplating going on an anti-animal rampage that would have PETA screaming for her blood.
“Daddy screamed reeeeeaaaaaaal good before he died!”
Is that a pig? It definitely squealed like one. “My father? He was critically injured when I was a little kid, but he’s now running a successful café in my home town on Earth!”
“COCKY LITTLE FREAKS!” An ape-like creature could not help but join in.
That was the proverbial straw that broke The White Devil’s back as she held out Raising Heart, preparing to fire off a Divine Buster. “You know what? F*ck all of you! I’m gonna bomb me the sh*t out of some Marukians.”
“Use bombs wisely!”
The last comment from Peppy caught Nanoha completely off-guard. “I’m sorry?”
“Use bombs wisely!”
“My God,” the Ace muttered as she finally calmed down from the verbal nonsense she had just put up with. “You’re right. I’m just perpetuating the cycle of violence towards a politically- and ideologically-volatile region. We need to focus more on diplomatic efforts and education, rather than relying on brute force for short-term results. Peppy, you’ve shown me how blind I’ve been. Is there anything I can do to thank you?”
The ensuing silence lasted a good ten seconds.
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Spoiler for Omake 1 (takes place immediately at the end):
Nanoha saluted at once. "Yes, Sir!"
Hayate could only watch with disbelief in her eyes as her friend did a barrel roll and exploded.
Spoiler for Omake 2 (takes place towards the end of Nanoha's epiphany):
"...rather than relying on brute force for short-term results." The speech had left everyone in tears, including the Star Wolf team.
"On the other hand, though..."
The Marukians never saw it coming.
Spoiler for A/N::
Despite not having been around for quite a while, I have been lurking, and I can safely say that I haven't seen anything similar to this.
Ahem... The Marukians are a not-so-subtle dig towards Maruko, the one who hijacked RadiantBeam's ViCia story to attack Raiser/F91.
This ficlet is inspired by the following College Humor video: Star Fox In Iraq
To say that Nanoha Takamachi was pissed-off is a major understatement. Her first magical friend, the current Head Librarian Yuuno Scrya, had just barely escaped from a terrorist plot that was designed to kill him for the sole purpose of eliminating, in the eyes of the perpetrators, any obstacles between the Aerial Combat Mage and one particular Agent Fate Testarossa Harlaown. The following investigations had traced the attacks to a separatist region that was simply known as Marukia, which was formed and named after a rabid self-proclaimed "NanoFate" fan-boy who felt betrayed when both Nanoha and Fate proclaimed that they were simply not looking for a romantic relationship with each other in the foreseeable future despite having gone beyond from being best friends to being ‘friends with benefits’.
As such, a thoroughly pissed-off Nanoha was currently flying at full speed towards a suspected Marukian terrorist training camp with the intention of reducing the place into mere atoms.
“This is Captain Nanoha Takamachi, requesting permission to use Raising Heart to bomb the stuffing out of the Marukian terrorist hideout twenty kilometers south of the main Marukian administration capital.”
“Captain, you have full permission to unleash your Excellion Blaster Three’s full payload,” Hayate replied over the communications screen. “While the destruction of a group of people is morally and legally wrong, these separatists lost the right to being treated as humans the very minute they nearly killed thousands of people just to get rid of the one person who introduced you to magic.”
“Don’t remind me,” Nanoha shot back, “I am approaching the target in Blaster Two mode with Blaster Three completely prepared for immediate activation. The Wolkenritter are currently standing by with the option to step in for added effect.”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Nanoha could only blink. “I’m sorry, I don’t copy.”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
“What the…?” Confused as to where the voice was coming from, the Ace started scanning the immediate air space around her, her eyes landing on a futuristic jet fighter that was being piloted by what appeared to be a human-sized anthropomorphic rabbit. “This is Aerial Combat Mage Captain Nanoha Takamachi of the Time-Space Administration Bureau. Please identify yourself!”
“This is Peppy. All systems go.”
Nanoha shook her head as she looked back at her communications screen.“ Long Arch? This is Captain Nanoha Takamachi. Do you have a visual on a ‘Peppy’? If so, I would to like to request for permission to fire.”
“What’s the big idea, Fox?” There was a sense of outrage in the rabbit’s voice.
The Ace groaned. “Wait a minute, that’s not my name at all!”
Before Nanoha could continue her rant towards Peppy, another communications screen flashed into existence, revealing an anthropomorphic hound dog dressed in a military outfit. “It’s about time you showed up, Fox! You’re the only hope for our world!”
“Okay, I think there has been a misunderstanding.” The Ace could already feel a huge headache onset upon her. “First of all, my name is NOT Fox. Secondly, I’m on an Air Force directive to destroy a group of terrorists that would do just about anything to force me and my best friend into a romantic relationship…”
“Take care of the guy behind me, Fox!”
“Jeez! Didn’t you hear me a few seconds ago?” Nanoha looked behind and saw that the rabbit’s jet was being chased by a group of alien-looking jets. “Pffft… Alright, hold on.” A small orb of magical energy materialized. “DIVINE SHOOTER!”
“Hey Einstein, I’m on your side!”
Once again, Nanoha found herself blinking in confusion as yet another jet, one of a similar design to Peppy’s flew out from the debris of the destroyed pursuers, only that this time around, the jet was piloted by an anthropomorphic falcon. “You are?!? Who are you?”
“Don’t worry, Slippy’s here!” A third jet, piloted by a frog, suddenly zipped past.
The Ace breathed a sigh of relief. “Good! You can lead your squad mates out of this air space immediately.”
“Whoah! Help me!”
Said sigh of relief immediately turned into one of exasperation. “Now you’re in trouble?”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrgh! I’m hit!”
“Quit slipping around, Slippy!” Peppy’s jet zipped forward to support the floundering frog.
As this was happening, Nanoha could only shake her head, which was the only thing she found herself capable of doing during the past few minutes. “How are you all such terrible pilots?”
“Something’s wrong with the G-Diffuser!” Sure enough, the falcon’s jet was flying somewhat erratically.
The Ace rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not that because it doesn’t exist.”
“Gee! I’ve been saved by Fox… How swell.” There was no mistaking the sarcasm in the falcon’s voice.
“Hey! Two things to tell you buddy!” Nanoha found herself even more pissed-off than she was prior to Peppy’s sudden appearance. “First of all, I’m not Fox, and second of all, f*ck you!”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Silence reigned in the air for ten seconds before Nanoha looked back at the main communications screen that was connected to a bemused Hayate over at Long Arch. “Long Arch, I’m approaching the target. I will be switching over to Blaster Three in less than a minute. To anyone who happens to be flying in military aircraft, please avoid interference.”
“Aim for the open spot,” Peppy suddenly shouted out.
“Okay, it’s not that easy. I need to concentrate.”
“Destroy the exhaust pipes!”
Damnit, why won’t this rabbit shut up? “You don’t even know what you’re saying!”
“Shoot the tentacles to open the core!”
The Ace was mere moments away from showing why she was known as The White Devil. “THAT’S NOT A THING! THAT’S NOT EVEN A THING!!!”
“Try a somersault!”
Nanoha was caressing the handle of Raising Heart’s staff mode like how a trigger-happy person would caress a gun. “WHY?!? FOR WHAT POSSIBLE REASON?”
A fourth jet, one that was piloted by a grey dog, suddenly flew up alongside the Ace. “The hatches are open!”
“There. Are. No. HATCHES! I need quiet!”
“Hey,” the dog retorted, “see if I help YOU again!”
“Are you some sort of geek dog or…”
“Whoah! Help me!” The frog’s jet had apparently caught fire as a result of being hit by hidden enemy fighters.
“JESUS!” Nanoha was reaching her boiling point. “DIVINE SHOOTER!”
“Thanks, Fox! I thought they had me!”
Nanoha’s hands were gripping Raising Heart really tightly, eliciting a protest from the sentient device. “I thought I said my name is not and will never be…”
“Whoah! Help me!”
The Ace groaned. “I’m shutting down communications.”
“I can’t let you do that, Star Fox.” A trio of enemy jets appeared in formation in front of The White Devil, the leading jet being piloted by an eyepatch-wearing wolf.
“ARGH! I AM NOT STAR BLOODY FOX! AND WHO ARE YOU?!?” Nanoha was contemplating going on an anti-animal rampage that would have PETA screaming for her blood.
“Daddy screamed reeeeeaaaaaaal good before he died!”
Is that a pig? It definitely squealed like one. “My father? He was critically injured when I was a little kid, but he’s now running a successful café in my home town on Earth!”
“COCKY LITTLE FREAKS!” An ape-like creature could not help but join in.
That was the proverbial straw that broke The White Devil’s back as she held out Raising Heart, preparing to fire off a Divine Buster. “You know what? F*ck all of you! I’m gonna bomb me the sh*t out of some Marukians.”
“Use bombs wisely!”
The last comment from Peppy caught Nanoha completely off-guard. “I’m sorry?”
“Use bombs wisely!”
“My God,” the Ace muttered as she finally calmed down from the verbal nonsense she had just put up with. “You’re right. I’m just perpetuating the cycle of violence towards a politically- and ideologically-volatile region. We need to focus more on diplomatic efforts and education, rather than relying on brute force for short-term results. Peppy, you’ve shown me how blind I’ve been. Is there anything I can do to thank you?”
The ensuing silence lasted a good ten seconds.
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Spoiler for Omake 1 (takes place immediately at the end):
Nanoha saluted at once. "Yes, Sir!"
Hayate could only watch with disbelief in her eyes as her friend did a barrel roll and exploded.
Spoiler for Omake 2 (takes place towards the end of Nanoha's epiphany):
"...rather than relying on brute force for short-term results." The speech had left everyone in tears, including the Star Wolf team.
"On the other hand, though..."
The Marukians never saw it coming.
Spoiler for A/N::
Despite not having been around for quite a while, I have been lurking, and I can safely say that I haven't seen anything similar to this.
Ahem... The Marukians are a not-so-subtle dig towards Maruko, the one who hijacked RadiantBeam's ViCia story to attack Raiser/F91.
This ficlet is inspired by the following College Humor video: Star Fox In Iraq
Wondered where you got off to. I never played Starfox, but I enjoyed this one anyway. If this goes up on FFN, I have a request. Use the Omake 2 ending on it, the targets have it coming.
Spoiler for Unexpected Expectations, Chapter 7: Bargaining:
Unexpected Expectations
Chapter 7: Bargaining
Fate wasn't exactly the best tracker when it came to pure wilderness, but she had picked up a few skills here and there. Still, she hoped she was following them right, although she felt confident she was at least heading in the general correct direction. Her map of the area, taken from an old assay done many years ago by a Bureau survey ship, had revealed a number of small villages and she had found people in some of them that recognized Yuuno from a picture.
Which meant she was on the right track, although she felt the sudden attack she came under, to somehow be a bit more of a confirmation.
Fate leapt out of the way as a masked female warrior descended, swinging at her with a wooden spear. Fate instantly brought out Bardiche and activated her Barrier Jacket, using Haken form to slice the wooden spear in half.
"Now, do you want to tell me why you suddenly-" Fate started to say to the girl who looked to be no older than 16 or 17.
She was was cut off as the warrior threw the broken spear down and formed a magical, flaming sword in her hands, leaping at the Bureau agent again. Fate blocked the first strike, then leapt out of the way of the second. The weapon her opponent was now using was fairly solid and strong, judging by how it slashed against Bardiche, but the wielder wasn't too strong of a mage as it only felt mildly warm. Fate guessed no more than B rank in power, as the woman didn't fly, but she was quite nimble at leaping around and jumping up into tree branches to follow Fate's flight.
Fate turned and attacked, decided to test just how strong that sword was, popping a couple of cartridges and switching Bardiche to Zanber form. A giant yellow blade met it's smaller red cousin, but Fate increased her magic output and the magical flaming sword shattered, the woman falling off the branch to land on the forest floor. Fate dropped low, pointing the point of her sword at the woman's throat, noting how the mask had fallen off.
"What are you waiting for?" the fallen warrior demanded to know after several tense moments. "You are the victor, take my life!"
"I'm more curious as to why you attacked me," Fate told her. "Care to explain?"
"You are trespassing on Quessna sacred lands," the warrior woman replied. "Although I am but a warrior apprentice, it is the duty of all our tribe to deal with outsiders."
Fate had seen the type before, in several of her cases, so realized a slightly different tact was needed. "Very well, I defeated you, and thus your life is mine. You now serve me."
The defeated mage blinked as Fate returned her weapon to the back of her hand. "But, I am the weaker warrior! I must die for my failure!"
"You will die when I say you can," Fate tacitly informed her, holding out her hand.
The warrior woman looked at, then took and and was hauled to her feet. "I am Frey. You are a powerful warrior, and would be a great asset to our tribe. If you wish, I can take you there and you can meet our sisters."
Fate raised an eyebrow, then smiled slightly. "That sounds rather interesting..."
Yuuno was returned to his cage, and as it ascended toward the top of the cavern, he tried to get over the disgust he was feeling; while a portion of it was directed at his captors, he reserved most for himself, because it was his choices that led to this, and he wouldn't blame anyone else. He'd take anything upon himself to avoid hurting anyone else again, especially if it meant he could fulfill his goal.
[Just let me find some way to help Nanoha, and nothing else will matter,] he vowed. [But will it? What about me? Even if I fix things somehow, can I go back to a normal life? I just want all these feelings out of my head, so I can think and act normally again. I just wish there was something, anything, that could allow me to go back in time to prevent all this from happening in the first place!]
The brooding male rubbed his temples, wondering what it would take so he and Nanoha could return to some semblance of a normal life, and to forget all these painful memories, including what had just happened. Seeing the women regard him as a mere... thing...
He now realized what Mallory had said about being in Hell. His groin was a bit sore as despite the talk he had with Leethe, and later Arla, they had still extracted seed from him. He had to give them credit, as it was effective, but they only gave him two minutes rest between sessions while they changed storage vials. However, it was a price that needed to be paid.
"Welcome back," his cellmate greeted him as the hanging cage locked into position. "How are you doing? Do do you still have an escape plan?"
Yuuno thought back to his conversation with the two women, in order to try and get his mind off his darker thoughts. "Maybe..."
"So this is the one who claims to be able to get our Procreat back?" the woman Leethe had identified as Arla questioned. The way she barely glanced at him told him volumes about how the women here felt about men; it was if he was cattle.
"So he tells us, but I am unsure," Leethe replied, crossing her arms over her small chest. "I don't entirely trust him."
The Arla woman, who was supposed to be the leader of this tribe, looked him up and down, taking note of the way he was still strapped to a vertical table with his pants down. "Nor should you. But he has heard of the Procreat; there is no mistaking the description. Tell me, male, why do you tell us this?"
"I only came seeking information about it, because it hurt a... friend of mine," he answered honestly, figuring he had nothing to lose. "My name is Yuuno Scrya, and I'm an archeologist, as well as the librarian at the Bureau's Infinity Library. Lately they had me cataloging the lost logia, ancient magical devices, in their vault, and it was here that I came across your Procreat. I would have no problems returning it to you, since it originally belonged to you."
"I assume in exchange for us letting you go?" Arla questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Not just that, but Mallory, too," Yuuno declared. "And I'd like to have more information about the object as well as your history with it. As I said, I'm an archeologist, so I like getting information about ancient objects."
"Interesting, but you don't exactly have the strongest bargaining position," she told him bluntly. "And we have no reason to trust you. If we let you go, might never come back. And worse, you could let others know about us. It's a risk I don't believe we can take." She turned and headed towards the day. "But we will won't extract from you for now, while I think about it. Leethe, bring in the other male instead."
"No," Yuuno stated evenly. "Leave him be. You can... extract from me if you leave him alone."
She turned back to study him, obviously intrigued. "Very well, male, we can agree to that much, for now."
She left, and Leethe approached him. “At the very least, we can do several direct matings if you wish; I am not so cruel as some of my sisters, and I know it's a bit more pleasurable for males.”
Yuuno eyed her muscular body and small chest through her loose tunic and pants, and the part of him that was pure male jumped at the chance. But there was a deeper concern within him now.
[I don't want to betray Nanoha,] he realized. Even despite the fact that she's probably never forgive him, and there would be nothing between them, she was his first and he'd remain loyal to that. And a deeper realization that he could barely face right now, was that a part of him wanted to be punished as a way to assuage his guilt.
“No, I can't,” he said at last, meeting her gaze evenly. “You may not understand, but that's not acceptable to me. You'll have to take it via other methods if you intend to do this.”
Leethe obviously looked surprised. “The only other method is the machine. If we had the Procreat, I could force you to, and then use the sister device to erase your memories.” She shrugged. “You are strange for a male, but it's your choice.”
Yuuno's ears perked up at that. “Erase memories?”
Her eyes narrowed and she waved it off. “I've said too much as it is. Sisters!”
More women entered to assist with the machine as Yuuno went quiet, realizing he wouldn't get more information out of her, but she had provided an interesting tidbit; a way to erase memories would come in quite handy...
Yuuno tried to still his disgust at being manhandled, used, hooked up like a cow to be milked, while he continued ruminating on what Leethe had said; if they had such a device, that might explain why those that escaped or were released, had messed up memories. It would be a great way to make sure their village stayed hidden. But why didn't they simply kill the men?
The answer came almost immediately; a rash of deaths would raise more of a ruckus and perhaps bring in a force to discover who was killing them. By leaving them alive and messed up, it created more fear as to what was going on, and some of the men could eventually resume a normal life, thus not as much impetus to create an army to deal with the problem. It would also seem like some sort of a disease or infection, and thus not as strongly implicate that someone was behind it; he had been told that most of the returnees did seem rather feverish. A threat of a virus would keep a group of people away, because you couldn't fight that.
Yuuno absently wondered how long this village had survived like this, hidden, but right now he was suddenly feeling very tired; he allowed his eyes to close and blessed, dreamless sleep to claim him.
“So how close are we to your village?” Fate asked, rolling up her sleeping mat and returning it to her storage device where she carried a number of items for use on long assignments.
She had to give some credit, as this Frey seemed to be good on her word; she hadn't attempted to kill her during the night. Of course, Bardiche was on watch and would have woken her or threw up a barrier had Frey attempted something, but the warrior woman wouldn't have known that.
“We are close, we should arrive this afternoon if we travel all day,” Frey replied.
Fate wondered just how far away they were. They weren't exactly traveling slowly on foot the whole time yesterday, as the woman made her way effortlessly through the jungle on branches and vines, leaping vast distances while moving at a good clip. Fate just stuck with flight, and although she could move much faster than Frey, she admitted she could be a bit hard-pressed at times to follow her.
But as she had said, they arrived later that day, or at least Frey told her they had. Fate saw nothing but more trees and jungle, however Frey took her hand and walked ahead, disappearing through some kind of barrier.
[A cloaking field!] Fate realized as she passed through as well, suddenly seeing a walled village ahead, filled with many other women. [Could this be what Yuuno was aiming for? Why? Well, I'll have a look around, and if I don't find him, I can continue looking elsewhere.]
“Frey, who is she?” another woman challenged them after they walked through the open gates. “You know we don't allow outsiders here.”
She defeated me in battle, Leethe,” Frey replied in deference to the other warrior. “She is a powerful mage, and would make a great addition to our village.”
Leethe looked her over, and Fate returned the gaze evenly. “So you are taking her to Arla for judgment, then?”
Frey nodded, and Fate wondered what this judgment was supposed to be, but she also got a good look at the people of the village, and wondered exactly how many of these were actually women and how many were men. Nose rings, earrings, other piercing, short to non-existent hair, muscle, small chests, and various other features made them almost look like male brutes, rather than women. Only their walk and mode of dress seemed to indicate them as females. Fate wondered exactly what kind of village this was, as Frey herself was still rather feminine; would she age and disfigure like the rest of the older women around?
Curious, she communicated mentally with Bardiche to begin running some scans.
Leethe finally sighed after a few moments. “Very well, for your sake, I hope she is worth it. I shall take you to her.”
Frey fell into step behind the older woman, but turned to talk in a hushed voice to Fate. “I am still a novice in the tribe, so I need the backing of an established warrior to petition Arla. I was actually out on my training hunt when I encountered you. It's tribal law to deal with outsiders, and I failed in this, so I expect to be punished. I had wished for you to take my life to spare me this, but I have no choice, as my life is yours.”
“Just for failing to win against someone?” Fate asked, nearly aghast. “That hardly seems fair.”
“It's not about fair, but about survival,” Frey replied sadly. “Our village has survived for nearly 300 years because we deal permanently with every outsider. They either join us or are killed.”
Fate didn't know how to reply to that, so just kept silent, but inwardly wondering if this was such a good idea. [I probably have to pass some test to join, then. They probably have other mage warriors around here, so there's no telling what I'd be up against if I tried to fight my way out. I'll just have to play it by ear.]
“She defeated me, and thus my life was hers to take, but she spared it,” Frey summed up, kneeling before the leader of the village, a woman named Arla.
Once more, Fate found herself under scrutiny, but gave back as good as she got. Arla followed the general trend of looks like the rest, except she had a more full head of black hair.
“Your training has been slack, Frey,” Arla noted. “I shall have Gikan step it up as punishment. But since you have brought this woman here, we shall see if she survives the initiation trial. If she as good as you say she is, then it should be no problem.”
Fate allowed her teeth to show in a confident grin. “I can handle anything you throw at me.”
Arla broke into a grin as well, then laughed. “Well said. I look forward to calling you 'Sister.' Frey, show her around the village; since you owe her a life-debt, you will pay it off by being her guide, to prep her for what is to come. The trials shall start tomorrow morning. They shall reveal your strengths and your heart, to see if you are truly worthy to join us. If not, only death awaits you.”
Frey stood and bowed, then took Fate's hand, as they were obviously dismissed, but Fate wondered just what kind of trials she was looking forward; and how could they know her heart? She wasn't really deceiving them, but what if they could tell what he true motives were? However, one last line before she slipped out the door, shifted her thoughts.
Arla turned towards Leethe. “Now, gather the other blooded warriors, it is time we talk about the archeologist's offer...”
[Yuuno?] Fate wondering, her eyes narrowing once she was outside, Frey still pulling her along. [What could he be up to here?]
She kept her eyes open as Frey showed her around, barely paying attention to the girl's explanations, but she couldn't see any sign of Yuuno. Her curiosity was peaked when they passed by a rock cliff, and a cave entrance guarded by two warriors, as Frey explained that their prisoners were kept inside, as well as the males used for breeding.
“Breeding?” Fate inquired, her eyebrow raising.
“Long ago, our savior, the Holy Saint Olive, saved a large group of women from male domination and established this colony here for us,” Frey explained as the pair continued walking. “She declared we were to be a free group of women, and thus following the holy words of our Saint, we became a group of women only. To increase our numbers, we occasionally take males to add fresh new blood and children, but it's been difficult lately.”
“How so?” Fate asked, as Frey showed her into a small tent, that was one among a dozen.
Frey sat down on one side, while working the fire pit in the middle. “Our birth rate has declined dramatically. They try to keep it secret, but I hear the older women speak of it when they don't think I am listening. No one knows why, although I gather an artifact was taken awhile ago that was the main cause, so it's exciting that you've come! It's rare that we get an outside addition to the tribe.”
Fate paused, getting a signal from Bardiche, and opened up a holographic screen for her to study.
“What's that?” Frey asked curiously, moving beside Fate to take a better look at it.
Fate's eyes narrowed. “I think I may have found your problem. There's a very slight radiation emission, almost undetectable. It's nothing too dangerous, but long-term exposure can cause damage, such as the ability to have children.”
“Radiation?” Frey wondered aloud, curiously. “What does that mean? Can you stop it?”
“Maybe, if I can track it to the source,” she replied, moving her hand around for Bardiche to get different readings, then stood up. “I think I've got a lead on it.”
Excited, the younger girl followed her as Fate left the tent, working her way through the village, but eventually Frey suddenly grabbed her, preventing her from going any further.
“What is it?” Fate asked, then turned forward, indicating a stone temple building ahead. “We're almost there; I'm getting slightly stronger readings.”
“We can't go in there!” Frey told her, and Fate was struck by the deathly serious tone in the girl's voice. “That's the holy temple of our Saint; the Paling artifact is also kept there. It's what keeps the village hidden from outsiders. No one is allowed in without strict authorization from Arla!”
Fate looked back at the girl, thinking, then turned forward again, noting the half a dozen guards standing outside. “If so, it might be this paling device that's emitting the radiation. It might be damaged, or not working properly. If you've been running it for almost 300 years, any number of things could have happened. Perhaps it wasn't even supposed to be run this long.”
Frey bit her lip. “If you become a tribe member, perhaps you can explain this to Arla, and be allowed to examine it or fix it. Please just wait until after the trials tomorrow, okay?”
It wasn't technically her business here anyway, Fate concluded, although she did want to help. She reminded herself that her objective was to find Yuuno and bring him back to Nanoha, who was suffering because of what happened. That was the goal she had to remain focused on.
Reluctantly, she allowed Frey to take her back to the tent where they ate dinner, then turned in on minimal blankets. Fate waited until Frey was asleep, then slipped out into the darkness. She had no idea what kind of trials would take place tomorrow, so she needed to determine if Yuuno was here tonight, and if so, grab him and slip out. She could always come back later with additional help to fix the village's problem, but Nanoha and Yuuno came first.
She worked her way between buildings, heading in the general direction of the prison cave. She wasn't quite sure how she would get past the guards to check, but she'd figure something out. Although, as it turned out, she didn't need to.
At the end of a row of houses, she just barely made out Yuuno being escorted by several guards. Fate closed the distance as subtly as possible, getting almost into attack range when the group paused in front of one of the larger houses and escorted Yuuno in. Fate recognized it as Arla's, wondering what was going on. She worked her way to the side, and then behind the house, positioning herself below a window.
"Bardiche," she whispered, holding her hand up a bit.
While she worked up a particular spell on her own, her device translated the vibrations on the glass, transmitting the conversation within to a telepathic message inside her mind...
"Greetings, male, we've been discussing your offer," Arla told him from her wicker chair at the head of the low table.
Yuuno's eyes shifted around the room a bit, at the women standing around, before coming back to rest on her. "And?"
"We feel there is a decent chance of regaining an important artifact to us," she explained, standing up and strolling around the table, regarding him with just a little amusement. "When we began our simple male-less life here, our Holy Saint, Olive, furnished us with a number of devices, one of them being the Procreat. It was one of two devices the Belkan royalty used it to increase their power. They could force unwilling subjects to provide them with heirs, mixing mage bloodlines from rival nations."
Yuuno realized she was fulfilling a part of their bargain. "One of two devices?"
She didn't respond right away, but brought out a small black rectangle and waved it in front of him, smiling as it began to glow dark blue. "You've been in the Procreat after all. So were you forced? Or did you force someone else?"
"It was... an accident," he admitted. "Neither one of us knew what was going on."
"I see," she replied simply, turning back around and slipping the rectangle into a pocket. "This is the Procreat's sister device. With it, we can erase memories, so that any outsider we bring in and then release, won't remember our village or us. We will release you with a couple of our warriors, and a few precautions, the first of which will be your collar. Only I have the key to remove it, so when you return with it, we will unlock the collar and release you and Mallory."
She brought out a small golden key from inside her shirt, that dangled on a small rope around her neck, but Yuuno was more interested in the first one she had pocketed. Still, the key did get his attention, now that he know how the collar could be removed; but could he somehow get that key from her? If he did, he was confident his magic could get him out of this.
Arla gave him a smile smile. "Thinking about how you could get this from me? Don't bother trying; better men than you have attempted and failed."
Yuuno's own lips tugged upwards slightly. "So you feel two warriors and the collar will be enough insurance?"
Arla's smile widened more, as she replaced the key into her shirt and leaned down to pick another object off the table "We shall be attaching this to you. It ensures the loyalty of the few males we allow to stay as slaves."
Yuuno's eyes narrowed as he studied the new object, which looked like three rings bound together, with one of them a bit larger than the other two. Given the nature of the village, it's inhabitants, and what he had learned of their attitudes and behaviors thus far, his brain closed in the horrific implications.
Arla grinned. "You see it. Your two escorts will be with you at all times, and will have control over this; they can increase the pressure or shrink it down with just a thought. Should you try anything, or say anything to anyone, they will act without hesitation."
Lightning flashed outside and thunder rumbled shortly afterward to accentuate her point, as Yuuno began to berate himself for the situation he was in; but like everything else, he knew it was his own stupid fault.
Author's notes:
So, yeah, talk about really having someone by the balls.... Fate's confrontation with Yuuno will happen next chapter, so look for sparks to fly!
To say that Nanoha Takamachi was pissed-off is a major understatement. Her first magical friend, the current Head Librarian Yuuno Scrya, had just barely escaped from a terrorist plot that was designed to kill him for the sole purpose of eliminating, in the eyes of the perpetrators, any obstacles between the Aerial Combat Mage and one particular Agent Fate Testarossa Harlaown. The following investigations had traced the attacks to a separatist region that was simply known as Marukia, which was formed and named after a rabid self-proclaimed "NanoFate" fan-boy who felt betrayed when both Nanoha and Fate proclaimed that they were simply not looking for a romantic relationship with each other in the foreseeable future despite having gone beyond from being best friends to being ‘friends with benefits’.
As such, a thoroughly pissed-off Nanoha was currently flying at full speed towards a suspected Marukian terrorist training camp with the intention of reducing the place into mere atoms.
“This is Captain Nanoha Takamachi, requesting permission to use Raising Heart to bomb the stuffing out of the Marukian terrorist hideout twenty kilometers south of the main Marukian administration capital.”
“Captain, you have full permission to unleash your Excellion Blaster Three’s full payload,” Hayate replied over the communications screen. “While the destruction of a group of people is morally and legally wrong, these separatists lost the right to being treated as humans the very minute they nearly killed thousands of people just to get rid of the one person who introduced you to magic.”
“Don’t remind me,” Nanoha shot back, “I am approaching the target in Blaster Two mode with Blaster Three completely prepared for immediate activation. The Wolkenritter are currently standing by with the option to step in for added effect.”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Nanoha could only blink. “I’m sorry, I don’t copy.”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
“What the…?” Confused as to where the voice was coming from, the Ace started scanning the immediate air space around her, her eyes landing on a futuristic jet fighter that was being piloted by what appeared to be a human-sized anthropomorphic rabbit. “This is Aerial Combat Mage Captain Nanoha Takamachi of the Time-Space Administration Bureau. Please identify yourself!”
“This is Peppy. All systems go.”
Nanoha shook her head as she looked back at her communications screen.“ Long Arch? This is Captain Nanoha Takamachi. Do you have a visual on a ‘Peppy’? If so, I would to like to request for permission to fire.”
“What’s the big idea, Fox?” There was a sense of outrage in the rabbit’s voice.
The Ace groaned. “Wait a minute, that’s not my name at all!”
Before Nanoha could continue her rant towards Peppy, another communications screen flashed into existence, revealing an anthropomorphic hound dog dressed in a military outfit. “It’s about time you showed up, Fox! You’re the only hope for our world!”
“Okay, I think there has been a misunderstanding.” The Ace could already feel a huge headache onset upon her. “First of all, my name is NOT Fox. Secondly, I’m on an Air Force directive to destroy a group of terrorists that would do just about anything to force me and my best friend into a romantic relationship…”
“Take care of the guy behind me, Fox!”
“Jeez! Didn’t you hear me a few seconds ago?” Nanoha looked behind and saw that the rabbit’s jet was being chased by a group of alien-looking jets. “Pffft… Alright, hold on.” A small orb of magical energy materialized. “DIVINE SHOOTER!”
“Hey Einstein, I’m on your side!”
Once again, Nanoha found herself blinking in confusion as yet another jet, one of a similar design to Peppy’s flew out from the debris of the destroyed pursuers, only that this time around, the jet was piloted by an anthropomorphic falcon. “You are?!? Who are you?”
“Don’t worry, Slippy’s here!” A third jet, piloted by a frog, suddenly zipped past.
The Ace breathed a sigh of relief. “Good! You can lead your squad mates out of this air space immediately.”
“Whoah! Help me!”
Said sigh of relief immediately turned into one of exasperation. “Now you’re in trouble?”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrgh! I’m hit!”
“Quit slipping around, Slippy!” Peppy’s jet zipped forward to support the floundering frog.
As this was happening, Nanoha could only shake her head, which was the only thing she found herself capable of doing during the past few minutes. “How are you all such terrible pilots?”
“Something’s wrong with the G-Diffuser!” Sure enough, the falcon’s jet was flying somewhat erratically.
The Ace rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not that because it doesn’t exist.”
“Gee! I’ve been saved by Fox… How swell.” There was no mistaking the sarcasm in the falcon’s voice.
“Hey! Two things to tell you buddy!” Nanoha found herself even more pissed-off than she was prior to Peppy’s sudden appearance. “First of all, I’m not Fox, and second of all, f*ck you!”
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Silence reigned in the air for ten seconds before Nanoha looked back at the main communications screen that was connected to a bemused Hayate over at Long Arch. “Long Arch, I’m approaching the target. I will be switching over to Blaster Three in less than a minute. To anyone who happens to be flying in military aircraft, please avoid interference.”
“Aim for the open spot,” Peppy suddenly shouted out.
“Okay, it’s not that easy. I need to concentrate.”
“Destroy the exhaust pipes!”
Damnit, why won’t this rabbit shut up? “You don’t even know what you’re saying!”
“Shoot the tentacles to open the core!”
The Ace was mere moments away from showing why she was known as The White Devil. “THAT’S NOT A THING! THAT’S NOT EVEN A THING!!!”
“Try a somersault!”
Nanoha was caressing the handle of Raising Heart’s staff mode like how a trigger-happy person would caress a gun. “WHY?!? FOR WHAT POSSIBLE REASON?”
A fourth jet, one that was piloted by a grey dog, suddenly flew up alongside the Ace. “The hatches are open!”
“There. Are. No. HATCHES! I need quiet!”
“Hey,” the dog retorted, “see if I help YOU again!”
“Are you some sort of geek dog or…”
“Whoah! Help me!” The frog’s jet had apparently caught fire as a result of being hit by hidden enemy fighters.
“JESUS!” Nanoha was reaching her boiling point. “DIVINE SHOOTER!”
“Thanks, Fox! I thought they had me!”
Nanoha’s hands were gripping Raising Heart really tightly, eliciting a protest from the sentient device. “I thought I said my name is not and will never be…”
“Whoah! Help me!”
The Ace groaned. “I’m shutting down communications.”
“I can’t let you do that, Star Fox.” A trio of enemy jets appeared in formation in front of The White Devil, the leading jet being piloted by an eyepatch-wearing wolf.
“ARGH! I AM NOT STAR BLOODY FOX! AND WHO ARE YOU?!?” Nanoha was contemplating going on an anti-animal rampage that would have PETA screaming for her blood.
“Daddy screamed reeeeeaaaaaaal good before he died!”
Is that a pig? It definitely squealed like one. “My father? He was critically injured when I was a little kid, but he’s now running a successful café in my home town on Earth!”
“COCKY LITTLE FREAKS!” An ape-like creature could not help but join in.
That was the proverbial straw that broke The White Devil’s back as she held out Raising Heart, preparing to fire off a Divine Buster. “You know what? F*ck all of you! I’m gonna bomb me the sh*t out of some Marukians.”
“Use bombs wisely!”
The last comment from Peppy caught Nanoha completely off-guard. “I’m sorry?”
“Use bombs wisely!”
“My God,” the Ace muttered as she finally calmed down from the verbal nonsense she had just put up with. “You’re right. I’m just perpetuating the cycle of violence towards a politically- and ideologically-volatile region. We need to focus more on diplomatic efforts and education, rather than relying on brute force for short-term results. Peppy, you’ve shown me how blind I’ve been. Is there anything I can do to thank you?”
The ensuing silence lasted a good ten seconds.
“DO A BARREL ROLL!”
Spoiler for Omake 1 (takes place immediately at the end):
Nanoha saluted at once. "Yes, Sir!"
Hayate could only watch with disbelief in her eyes as her friend did a barrel roll and exploded.
Spoiler for Omake 2 (takes place towards the end of Nanoha's epiphany):
"...rather than relying on brute force for short-term results." The speech had left everyone in tears, including the Star Wolf team.
"On the other hand, though..."
The Marukians never saw it coming.
Spoiler for A/N::
Despite not having been around for quite a while, I have been lurking, and I can safely say that I haven't seen anything similar to this.
Ahem... The Marukians are a not-so-subtle dig towards Maruko, the one who hijacked RadiantBeam's ViCia story to attack Raiser/F91.
This ficlet is inspired by the following College Humor video: Star Fox In Iraq
Whoohoooo... Do a barrel roll. God, how many times this line gave me the urge to change sides in that game and start blowing him up because of this...
I think anyone who has ever played Star Fox will be able to relate to how Nanoha was feeling there. Brought back some old memories.
Good job.
Cheers! Yeah, definitely brought back plenty of memories of whenever I used to visit my cousins in California when I was young - would play StarFox 64 without fail.
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Wow...talk about memories there. Some good, some bad, lots of annoying memories nontheless XD Very very nice
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Originally Posted by Mae
Ahahaha, I love this game. I usually ignored my bloody wingmen. Good job
Like I said, nothing like good old memories.
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Whoohoooo... Do a barrel roll. God, how many times this line gave me the urge to change sides in that game and start blowing him up because of this...
The thought never occurred to me.
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Agreed. A little awkward but...funny as heck.
Given that the source material for the footage is mostly dialogue-driven... But I'm glad that I was able to make you laugh.
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Wondered where you got off to. I never played Starfox, but I enjoyed this one anyway. If this goes up on FFN, I have a request. Use the Omake 2 ending on it, the targets have it coming.
Well, given that I'm not a true-blue anime fan at all, I felt a bit left-out in pretty much almost everything, so I just simply took a break. In fact, the only two anime/manga franchises that I'm into happen to be MGLN and Excel Saga, and I'm probably best described as a very casual fan of both. Of course, this does mean that I'm in a better position to be neutral in several arguments, and to point out the more obvious questions.
Glad to know that you enjoyed it, and it's already been posted (with the second omake as the 'true ending') on FF.Net.
2010-02-20, 00:36
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Want to see the ending, thanks for the update.
Another Jewel Seed appears, and yay, Precia appears again! 
