Muv-Luv Franchise - FanFiction Discussion

[wavehawk]

Originally Posted by Mangathell

Wavehawk, where do you get your brand of crazy juice?

- ...you don't want to know.

[Mangathell]

Originally Posted by wavehawk

- ...you don't want to know.

Lemme guess, it's outta that "honey jar"
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Am I channelling Munakata well enough?

[wavehawk]

I tend to write screwballFiccia when I'm under homicidal levels of stress.

[Mangathell]

Originally Posted by wavehawk

I tend to write screwballFiccia when I'm under homicidal levels of stress.

Ah, that le sucks wavehawk but I guess screwball Fics are better than Jack the Ripper reenactments.

[wavehawk]

Well it's a little better than the Ace Combat-ish bit i was considering: (Because everyone has already thought of/done an Ace Combat Muv Luv crossover at some point. Really.)

Just another day in the farthest f---ing north air base in the US of A, Leon Kuze inwardly grumbled. You'd never tell from the deadpan chiselled expression on his face, japanese eyes hidden by dark ray-bans.

A breath turned cold, and Leon swore they turned to ice and fell right in front of him.

All the Infinities were waiting for were replacement supplies. Their F-22 Raptor wing couldn't fly until the necessary upgrades to the oxygen systems were updated. It was too risky, given the aircraft's capabilities for high speed and maneuverability. Didn't seem fair that a plane that ensured it's pilot would have every advantage in dogfight would end up killing said pilot through oxygen loss. Ah, Raptor. you're such a possessive b--ch.

A low drone could be heard, and Leon could see the aircraft on the horizon. "About time."

Then he stopped. The sound wasn't right, it was lower, more earthy than a Hercules. The outline looked different, too. Kuze lowered his glasses.

Wait, those aren't C-130--

Antonov An-12s. Dropping paratroops. With Frogfoots as escort.

Leon's sunglasses fell.

"---get in the air," Kuze gasped, spinning around and bolting for the hangars. Screaming at the pilots all the way. "GETINTHEAIRGETINTHEAIRGETINTHEAIRRR!!!"

...having read Stephen Coonts novels in high school, you tend to have this mental image of how air combat fiction should read like...

[John117xCortana]

Chapter 3 of Muv Luv DYRL Valkyries is up on ff.net in the usual place.

[MrTerrorist]

Originally Posted by John117xCortana

Chapter 3 of Muv Luv DYRL Valkyries is up on ff.net in the usual place.

Yes! Thanks. I'll put up a review after i read it again.

[Tempy]

Ehh. So, I wrote something. More Stray Dogs stuff.

Spoiler for We Repay Our Debts:

Yokohama Hive
April 6, 1999

Operation Lucifer - 0800 hours

In 1998, the BETA invaded the old lands of Kyoto and successfully pushed the Japanese out of their ancestral capital. By 1999, two BETA hives had been established in Japan: the Sadogashima hive and the Yokohama hive. One alone was dangerous enough and pushed the Japanese to their limits, but two threatened the very stability of the island nation. In a joint effort to reclaim the lands of Yokohama from the BETA, an allied force of United Nations military, Imperial Japanese soldiers, and several private military companies plotted and executed an attack on the Hive. The objective: elimination of BETA presence and subsequent takeover of the hive. The event was called Operation Lucifer.

Of course, Murphy’s Law was in full effect. Upon arrival, the humans were horrified to discover that the hive was not a smaller phase two level, but a much larger phase four. This meant far greater numbers and active presence of laser-class BETA. The allied force was undeterred and launched their offensive.

Three F-15C Eagle Tactical Surface Fighters, followed by two squads of Japanese Shiranui TSFs, soared over the ruined landscape of Yokohama. They were so low their machines’ feet threatened to scrape the earth. The three hundred meter tall hive loomed ahead.

“Low and fast, but watch your backs,” the lead pilot said, keeping a careful eye on his altimeter. Coach, of the Stray Dogs Squadron, and his squadmates were escorting a Japanese hive infiltration force to their objective. The start of aggressions began in the early hours, before the sun peaked over the horizon. Hours later, they were attempting to get infiltration teams into the hive.

“Looks like the brass did a botch job on hive intel. Lasers big and small are making a mess of things here. Remember, you’re in an Eagle, not a Warthog, D-Boy, so none of that hold the line rubbish.”

“I know, limey. But man, talk about target rich environment. Sure wish I had my baby here instead,” D-Boy, of the same squadron, couldn’t help but grouse. During the evacuation of Kyoto, he had piloted an venerable A-10 Thunderbolt II, giving vital fire support to beleaguered Imperial Japanese troops. However, Kyoto’s fall also came with the loss of his machine. Until a new one could be requisitioned, he had to use a teammate’s grey and teal F15C, while the original owner took to a command position.

Progress was quick at first, but it soon slowed to a crawl with the sheer numbers the Stray Dogs encountered. There seemed no end to the wall of flesh they encountered, made worse by the fact that they could not fly over it without getting shot down.

“I don’t like how tight it’s getting,” Coach said, watching as his ammunition drained away and do almost nothing. “D-Boy, how’s it looking back there?”

“I can’t even see our side anymore. It’s just BETA everywhere. I’m having a hell of a time keeping them all back.”

“This is getting pear-shaped real fast...”

Compared to the main attacking force, the infiltration unit was to hold back and use as little resources as possible, as they would need it for when they entered the hive. This conservative stance proved to be a problem, however, as more and more BETA took notice of their approach and moved in on them. The closer they got to the hive, the thicker the numbers became.

The third member of the Stray Dog task force, Pinocchio, came to a startling realization. “We are surrounded.”

If he could, Coach would have rolled his eyes. He couldn’t afford to do so, with so many alien monsters around him now. “You don’t say. Toryu squadron, Hayabusa squadron, tighten up! We’re going to try and break through these bastards.”

“Acknowledged. In formation.”

They had stopped moving, no longer able to push forward. Try as they might, however, the horde refused to budge. Their space was only getting more and more cramped.

“Getting a bit overwhelmed here…” D-Boy said. His rear position was quickly being flooded with blood and flesh. “You know what would be great right about now? My thirty-six mil gatlings. Ya know, part of my A-ten that’s not here right now.”

“Not helping! Bloody hell, what’s the main force doing?” Coach muttered. He switched his frequency to a command channel. “Oy, cherie, mind getting us some fire support? Target grid hotel-three two, kilo-twenty, danger close.”

“Requisitioning artillery fire, Stray Dog oh-one. Be advised, laser-class is making bombardment support very difficult, not to mention requests from all around. Things are getting crazy over here, too.” The cool voice of their support operator, a young woman the Stray Dogs called C4, replied. “Recommend you pull out and reattempt infiltration run.”

“Yeah, not that easy right now. We’re a bit surrounded at all sides. Besieged, even.”

“Hold up. The hell are those two doing? C-four, what’s going on?” D-Boy noticed something. Despite the heavy numbers against them, the BETA seemed to be slow at replenishing. In fact, he was pretty sure there was a shift in their formations, many of them moving away. He then saw two Shiranui TSFs beyond the horde, firing into the thickest groups.

There was a moment of silence before C4 responded. “Dellingr-eight and nine of Special Task Force A-oh-one, seventh squadron. I do not believe they were ordered to do that.”

Pinocchio’s machine paused to observe. “They are attracting BETA away. If they continue, we will be able to break free and retreat.”

“So I’ll buy them a few pints later. Right, let’s bug out and try that again.”

Before they could attempt that, a wide-range all-frequency broadcast came through.

-UN Space Control to all units deployed around Hive twenty two, evacuate immediately! I repeat, evacuate immediately! We have decided to use the new anti-hive weapon. Evacuate immediately beyond effective radius and range of expected fallout and debris…-

At the same time, a large warning popped up on their visual overlays.

[Code: 666]
[Immediate evacuation order]

“Code six-six-six?”

C4 answered for them all, “The new anti-hive weapon is a G-Bomb, an experimental weapon of mass destruction. Effects of weapon is unknown, but extremely powerful.”

“Wait what--what the fuck?! While we’re still in this? Are they trying to kill us all?!” D-Boy roared, his fist slamming the cockpit’s side. “We need to get the hell out of here, right the hell now!”

“Right, while we’re knee-deep in BETA and spitting distance from the hive. Wonderful timing.”

They could all see the weapons now, falling from the sky with contrails of smoke and shrapnel. Lasers from every direction sought to intercept it, only to be deflected by some unknown shield. And it was coming right for them.

“Calculating escape vectors,” C4 announced. Her voice had a faint tremble. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.”

Coach didn’t wait for another message. His dual assault cannons howled. “All of you, focus fire in my direction! Break through! We. Are. Leaving!”

The combined firepower of the Stray Dogs and two TSF squadrons was more than enough to punch through the remaining BETA numbers, the hole just large enough to allow them through before it was filled in again. There was no more holding back, now. With every bullet, they were fighting desperately to get away.

“C’mon! C’mon! Push through!”

A familiar pair of Shiranui flew past them, towards the BETA hive rather than away from it. D-Boy paused, staring bewildered. “What the hell are they doing?!”

“Oh crap, it’s those two from earlier!” Coach said, also stopping. “They think themselves heroes through sacrifice?”

“We just gonna leave ‘em behind?”

“Not bloody likely. We pay our debts. Pinocchio, make sure Toryu and Hayabusa get out in time. We’re going to pull two idiots out of the fire.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Right. Let’s do this.” Fresh magazines slid into place. “ All guns blazing.”

“Shoot to thrill!” With all four assault cannons deployed forward, one could swear D-Boy’s machine was grinning.

The two Eagles separated from the group, tearing by the hordes at terrifying speeds. The smallest mistake would send them tumbling to their dooms, even though they had to zip around incoming Destroyers and Grapplers. Every now and then, their cockpits shook as their TSF’s feet lost another layer of paint. By some miracle, they joined the Dellingr pair unscathed as they engaged a Fort-class BETA. The beast had just been put down, and before the Shiranui could jet off, the Stray Dogs landed in front of them.

“Dellingr-eight, Dellingr-nine, you’ve done your part. It’s time to leave,” Coach announced, his 120mm cannon putting down a far-too-close Grappler.

Dellinger-8, a young Japanese man, replied. “Who is this? Why aren’t you evacuating?!”

“Stray Dog oh-one. You saved our arses, now we’re saving yours. We don’t have much time until those bombs go off, and you need to get out of here.”

“Negative. So long as we can fight, we will make sure no one else will die in our homeland! Get out now, while you can!”

“And if you die now, and you won’t be able to save anyone! You won’t be anything more than a nameless martyr!” D-Boy bellowed as his cannons tore into a group of Tank-class. “Your death will be a waste, your sacrifice for nothing. That bomb will turn everything to dust, and your efforts with it.”

“How can we just stand here and watch all this happen?!”

“You can either watch and die, or survive and make sure this doesn’t happen again. We don’t have time to argue about this,” Coach hissed. “Either we all leave, or we all die! And I really don’t feel like becoming some memory of ash and foolishness.”

“But--”

“Move it, soldier! Don’t you have some pretty ipo to go back to?!” D-Boy was physically pulling on one of the Shiranui. “Don’t let this all go to waste!”

“Takayuki, he’s right. Let’s go! Haruka and Mitsuki are still waiting for you!” Dellingr-9 finally spoke. “There’s no point dying here!”

He hesitated for only a moment, before giving a grim nod. “Fine. Let’s go, then!”

“We’ll be right behind you. Follow this path out.” They shared C4’s flight path with two Japanese men. The time needed and the time remaining was agonizingly close.

The Shiranui blazed forward, quickly followed by the Eagles.

“Fifteen seconds to G-bomb initiation. Hurry up or you won’t make it!” C4 was nearly screaming, her voice pitching up with every word.

“God damn you all! I did not survive this long just to get blown up by friendly fire!” Coach felt his F-15C shudder and lurch, the Pratts-Witney engines groaning as they were pushed harder than ever before. Safety alarms blared as the jets burned past their limits.

There was just so much between them and the final safety line. Needing to fly around or knock them down with gunfire was slowing them down.

“All units, suppressive fire at grid sierra-seven delta-two-three. Break that line! Get them out of there!” Coach heard dimly, drowned out by the rush of blood and thunderous heartbeat. He could see the outer limit of the danger zone, just past a cluster of BETA. Gunfire came from his side and beyond, tearing away at the wall of flesh that stood between them and escape. For a fleeting moment, there was a gap. The two Eagles gunned for it, following the two Shiranui.

Just a bit more now. Just a bit more.

Something happened behind him. He didn’t know what, but it was terrible. First there was darkness. Then, indescribable light bloomed around the edge of his vision for moments before it enveloped him completely. Then the world itself exploded, sending him tumbling head over heels in a nauseating spin. Great jolts shook the entire cockpit, heavy slams that threatened to tear him out of the seat. The world was ending. Everything was falling apart.

He saw the darkness. Then he saw light.

His cockpit was cracked. A huge gash was torn in the chest plate, maybe by debris. He could see outside. The sky was tinted an odd color of pink. Or was it purple. Nevermind. It was the sky.

Ears ringing. The radio was fuzzy. Many voices. Yelling. Pleading. It was noisy. Changing frequencies. Private channel.

“D-Boy, you alive?” Coach groaned. His helmet was still in one piece, thankfully, though it lost connection with the Eagle’s cameras. The radio hissed for a moment before someone replied.

“Yeah. Not dead. I think.” D-Boy croaked back, sounding none the better. “Ugh. Think I cracked a rib. Or all of them.”

“What about…” Coach tried to move. Nope. Too much pain. He was still locked into the seat, as well. “What about those two idiots?”

“Think they got away. I dunno. The world ended. Am I upside down? Oh hell, I’m upside down, aren’t I?”

Coach chuckled. They were definitely not getting paid enough for this.

plz review etc.

[Fireminer]

Have been brainstorming about a Mig-28 (Extreme Refurbished Mig-27) for Theodore, whom now is a retired test-player during in my Extra fic. But because I suck at mecha creating, and only a few biography about this fictional aircraft, so all I could do is this:

- Upgraded Communication System, similar to Irisdine's Mig-21 and J-11's attena.

- Blade Vane on shoulders and legs, modeled after Mig-29.

- Bigger ammunition storage.

- Enlarged Jump Unit with a more powerful generator and reserved tank.

- Thicker, flat black armor (from Top Gun). Strengthen frame.

- Operation-by-Light.

Any suggestion? Especially the name.

[Fireminer]

Ok, Alastor, I need your input on this:

- 1930s: A mysterious figure, "Zero", organized the liberation of Korea from Japan. Using the help from the Soviet, America, Europe (notably Irish), he finally won it after 1947 years. The independent war off Korea inspired many similar rebellion of Asian countries.

- 1941: Emperor Hirohoto was assassinated. Using the situation, Makabe Rai - a democratic social leader organized a coalition with various leftist and communist and create a revolution which destroy Japanese Constitutional monarchy for a true Repuplic Democratic.

- China Civil War: Because Japan don't participate in WWII, the Civil War happen much earlier. With the aid of Japan, Chinese Communist and Nationlist Leftist won the war. The same thing happen with various Asia countries, which lead to the independent from Europe (which are in war) and a Repuplic government.

[MrTerrorist]

Originally Posted by Tempy

Ehh. So, I wrote something. More Stray Dogs stuff.

Nice. Do these mercs interact more with the A-01s?

[Tempy]

Originally Posted by MrTerrorist

Nice. Do these mercs interact more with the A-01s?

I've not decided on when this might happen, but it is likely they will become further involved with certain characters.

[wavehawk]

Toying with an idea. This won't happen until much later, but...

"You're declaring war on the world."

"Not just the BETA. And not just the world." Wilkes was drunk. Stone-cold drunk. But his words were weighted with the certainty of a sober man. "The entire universe. God. The Devil. I'm declaring war on everything. I'll design the means to do it. Take the fight to the BETA and their gods. You just watch."

Amusement seemed to cross Yuuko's face. "If you do, I would like to see how you do it."

I blame Hans Zimmer for making me write this.
http://youtu.be/vLqKSv1F42A

And dammit, why am I having scene writing ideas for every part of the fic EXCEPT the one I need to finish?!?

[Alastor Mobius Toth]

@wave

That reminds me...this is what happens when you stay locked up on intercontinental flight, watching J.J Abrams movies.


Yuuya:...Why is there a woman in that torpedo?

"Katarzyna Sandek": There are men and women in all those torpedoes; I put them there.

Yuuya: Who the hell are you?

Katarzyna: ...A remnant of the times long past. Genetically engineered to be superior, as to lead others to victory in times of war....But we were condemned. Exiled as criminals. For centuries we slept, hoping that when we awoke, things would be...different....But as a result of the destruction of Kyoto colony, your United Nations begun to aggressively scout distant corners of the Galaxy; my ship was found adrift, I alone revived.

Yuuya: I looked up Katarzyna Sandek, until a year ago she didn't exist, and Sandek was never married.

Katarzyna: "Katarzyna Sandek" was a smoke screen created the moment I was awoken by your Admiral Sandek, in order to advance his cause. My true name...is...Kriska.

Yuuya: Why a UN Admiral would need help from a 300 year-old frozen woman?

Kriska: Because I am better.

Yuuya: At what?

Kriska: Everything.

@Fire

Most European countries wouldn't help a rebellion in Asia at this point in time, since it could possibly backfire on their own colonies, and that's a big No-No at the time. Soviets and Americans? Pick one, because these two never trusted each other, and most likely wouldn't support a cause the other one did.

2.)Killing Emperor changes nothing, because he has relatives. There's a line of succession in Japan, they would get just a new Emperor.

Communists on the other hand, would be annihilated. Not just destroyed - they would all be killed, their families killed, their pets killed. You literally can't kill a figure that entire country worships and expect that you can rule the country afterwards. At the very best, this Makabe would have to eliminate the Communists himself. Otherwise, you'd have a military rebellion with full public backing.

This also ignores the fact that Japanese did not really trust democracy at this point, and democratic Japanese government would be either incredibly corrupt, or very weak. Either way, Japan would quickly fold into a camp of another state, like the U.S

3.) See 2. Plus, as history showed, a lot of the new states would fight each other as often as they did against Europeans (China and Vietnam versus Cambodia, Indonesia vs. Malaysia).

[Fireminer]

Originally Posted by Alastor Mobius Toth

@Fire: Most European countries wouldn't help a rebellion in Asia at this point in time, since it could possibly backfire on their own colonies, and that's a big No-No at the time. Soviets and Americans? Pick one, because these two never trusted each other, and most likely wouldn't support a cause the other one did.

2. Killing Emperor changes nothing, because he has relatives. There's a line of succession in Japan, they would get just a new Emperor.

Communists on the other hand, would be annihilated. Not just destroyed - they would all be killed, their families killed, their pets killed. You literally can't kill a figure that entire country worships and expect that you can rule the country afterwards. At the very best, this Makabe would have to eliminate the Communists himself. Otherwise, you'd have a military rebellion with full public backing.

This also ignores the fact that Japanese did not really trust democracy at this point, and democratic Japanese government would be either incredibly corrupt, or very weak. Either way, Japan would quickly fold into a camp of another state, like the U.S

3. See 2. Plus, as history showed, a lot of the new states would fight each other as often as they did against Europeans (China and Vietnam versus Cambodia, Indonesia vs. Malaysia).

Shh... So maybe I should make Makabe great grandfather kill the emperor for his throne - Senjirou's older brother is now the emperor who is influenced by Ikaruga.

Choose American since Hirohito is deemed "dangerous" to their interest, and I need somewway to make the F-2 Zero Viper got mass-produced.

How about Japanese finally won over China and the whole East Asia?

And I need someway to ease the tension between US and USSR.

[John117xCortana]

A little something I wrote with lots of help from some friends of mine over the spacebattles forum.

Yui sat alone in her office, leaning on her desk with her face buried in her hands. She'd just come out of an exhaustively long four-hour meeting discussing the future about the XFJ project.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come," Yui said, without lifting her face from her hands. She assumed that it was one of the base's ensigns delivering her new paperwork. There was always new paperwork.

"If this is a bad time, Lieutenant Takamura, I can come back."

Yui felt her heart skip a beat. She hadn't heard that voice since the end of the Red Shift incident.

"No, it can't be him. How did he get in!? We tightened our security!"

Yui slowly lifted her head to look at the individual standing across from her. He was wearing the uniform of a maintenance worker. The same type she had grown accustomed to seeing him in when he was working in Yukon Base. He eyes slowly made their way to his face. There was no mistake about it. The individual in front of her was in fact Kurogane Takeru!

Takeru took a moment to study the young woman staring at him from the other side of the desk. In memory, she was nearly always immaculate during the normal day-to-day operations of the base, every line of her uniform crisp as if freshly-pressed, her hair neatly arranged, and not a hint of fatigue in her features or bearing. Starfleet would doubtlessly have approved - former cadet-instructor Spock certainly had. It was only when things got very, very complicated - or when Yuuya was around - that the thoroughly-professional facade of Lieutenant Takamura started to slip and reveal the lovely, lively young woman who sheltered beneath it. Starfleet and Spock might not have entirely approved, but Kirk certainly had, after seeing some of the footage Takeru obtained during his months-long undercover stint.

Yui's mask hadn't fallen away completely, but at the moment, it was hanging by threads and prayers. And unless his nose deceived him, also coffee.

"Rough day?" Takeru asked.

Yui never took her eyes off of Takeru. Her caution was quite understandable. She saw what he was capable of when he easily neutralized the terrorists during the Red Shift incident. He didn't appear to have a weapon on him but Yui knew that he didn't need one, not when he could easily break bone with his bare hands.

"Lieutenant, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk."

Yui narrowed her eyes.

"Forgive me for doubting it. You didn't exactly leave on good terms."

Takeru winced a bit from that "Okay, I deserved that. But can you at least hear me out first before you point your sidearm at me or use your katana to try and cut my head off?"

Yui deliberately relaxed the hand that had, without her complete awareness, started to move towards her gun. That was foolish, she chided her over-trained reflexes. You've seen him move; at this range, you'd never hit him.

...and do you really want to shoot another friend, if you can avoid it?

It surprised her a bit that, in spite of everything, she still considered him a friend. Not a professional response to meeting someone who was officially wanted on charges of espionage, terrorism, and being absent without leave. Not professional at all.

Human, though.

Yui sighed and folded her hands to keep them out of mischief. "You have five minutes, or until someone else knocks. After that... no promises."

Takeru smiled "Thank you. May I sit down?"

"You may."

Takeru takes a seat. He pauses for a moment.

"I suppose you want an explanation to my actions a month ago?"

Yui scoffs at that "Thats an understatement! You assisted us in neutralizing the terrorists, freed the hostages, then you somehow stole the base's entire database, made us think you were trying to escape in a commandeered TSF when in reality you were somehow remote controlling it while making your escape through means we still do not know, left me and Argos flight a goodbye message that doesn't really explain your actions, you left the XFJ team schematics on how to improve the Shianui Second's performance to that of a YF-23 while not changing the current maintenance cost and to top it all off you left me a disk containing classified information that I wished I didn't know! Do you have any idea how much headaches you forced me to endure because of your actions!!?"

Takeru shakes his head while smiling, seemingly finding the whole thing amusing "Nope."

Yui's reaction to that answer was to slam her forehead down on the desk with a bang.

[Fireminer]

Hmm... Interesting! I presume that this is Unlimited Takeru?

[John117xCortana]

Nope. He's the Augment version of Shirogane Takeru. From Star Trek Into Darkness.

[ServantOfPriss]

Thanks for all the input, wave, Alastor, Fire, and everyone else.

The fic will be called "Muv-Luv: Ultimate". I'm sure many will understand the meaning behind "Ultimate". Anyway, here we go:

“Are you sure the findings are accurate?” the CIA interrogator, under the spook and plain name of ‘Jones’, asked the mission’s commander, who was sweating and and breathing heavily under the stress. Barely forty minutes after the discovery, the CIA, NSA and even the NRO were already all over the mission control’s installation, interviewing everyone, confiscating video and imagery, taking over the controls and computers, taking all data units, taking all notes and papers, and reviewing everything in the screens, notes, data units and computers.
“See them for yourself.” The commander said back, “The footage is accurate.”

Jones’ frown was constant, as he walked to the side, “Are you sure it wasn’t a malfunction? Perhaps a rock? A falling rock, or an atmospheric event?”
“Sir, the footage is accurate,” the commander insisted, “It was no rock at all. There’s no reason for that to happen in the place we were. Nor was it the atmosphere: our systems didn’t pick up anything out of the ordinary.”
“So…what you’re saying…is that there were…?”
The commander interrupted Jones, “I’m not saying anything. I’m just saying that everything in the footage, the photographs, and the sensor data, is accurate. We didn’t alter anything, it wasn’t the Russians, it wasn’t the Chinese. There is something, or someone, there.”
Jones put his hand on his chin, thinking, “Why didn’t…this thing, make some sort of contact then? Why did we lose contact with Viking 2 almost immediately after the sighting?”

The commander used his right hand to remove some sweat from his forehead, and shook his head a bit, under pressure, “We don’t know. It’s possible it tried, and Viking 2 reacted negatively towards it. It’s possible that it was clueless to our probe and caused it to malfunction. It’s possible it saw it as a threat and disabled it on purpose. There’s an infinity of possibilities regarding what could’ve happened. Perhaps if we sent another mission to Mars…”
The interview went on for two more hours, until the commander was released, under the condition to never divulge these findings ever again.
Similarly, everyone else’s lips were sealed; those who tried to go to the press with these findings after the official story was announced were never heard from again.

After the interview, Jones and his team went to Area 51, along with the other CIA, NSA and NRO teams that had taken all the data and evidence on the Mars findings.


Every single review on the evidence simply pointed to the obvious: there was something, that resembled a lifeform, in the surface of Mars.
If anyone knew this, especially, the Soviets, the situation would go completely out of control: religious fundamentalists would wreck havoc with their radical, apocalyptic beliefs; Americans, Soviets and Chinese alike, not to mention other factions, would try to effectively contact this (or these) beings to turn them to their favor; the infinity of situations would be too much to handle. But the most important issue was that the Soviets would send a mission to Mars just to make themselves look as the first humans that made contact with the aliens. If contact was successful, it would be a severe blow to America in the Cold War.
There was no other choice, and it was obvious: the very president himself ordered the intelligence community to seal all data, records, video and imagery relating to the Viking 2 Discovery, somewhere, in a dark, deep vault in Area 51, where the USAF and intelligence assets would keep it safe, until the time was right.


This would also be the first of two warnings for humanity of the incoming hell that it would suffer for five decades. A hell that could have been prevented.

Didn't like some of the wording in the last part where all the "Implications" regarding the exposure of the "discovery" takes place but, better than nothing.

Not to mention that this is just to get this all out of the way for 1994.

Already working with the first actual chapter.

[John117xCortana]

Spaces please.