Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Love Hina: Aliens ❯ History and Beginings ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Havoc80 
The Begining.
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.10.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 376 | Status: Work In Progress
The Begining.
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.10.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 376 | Status: Work In Progress
Aliens.
A/N I do not own Love Hina or Aliens in any way shape or form. only Ken Akamatsu owns Love Hina, 20th century Fox own Aliens.
*side note* on a whim I decided to write this new story because I wanted to bring to you the Love Hina fans out there a whole different type of story one that crosses over Love Hina with the world of Aliens and yes I am talking about the scifi movie, now this will take place in the Aliens universe, but it will not have anything to do with the movie except for mentions of it and its characters because I want to make this my own story, I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter-1 History Lessons and War.
Nearly a century has passed by since humans discovered and developed inter-stellar travel.
First, we started off with traveling to our closest neighboring solar system, known as Alpha Centauri, which took nearly 10 years of travel. Some time after that, we developed much more powerful and effective ways to travel through space, and we were able to have within our reach whatever place discovered, or to yet to be…With the invention of hyper-drive and hyper-sleep, possibilities became endless.
Forty years later, space travel became part of everyday life.
Colonies were established on planets even in the far ends of known space. Mining also became a very profitable business; one of the largest, and more vastly known companies, Weyland-Yutani; their slogan being “Building Better Worlds”. They not only had interests in mining, but they also had their sights on contracts with the military, private security and robotics; androids, to be exact.
This is where history of Mankind takes a sharp, dramatic turn for the worse.
A civilian-transport ship called The Nostromo was en-route back to earth, carrying a crew of 7 members and weighing about 63.000 metric tons of cargo. Upon the ship’s return to Earth, the Ships’ Computer System known only as “MOTHER” intercepted a transmission of unknown origin, and as per guidelines of the Company’s manual, MOTHER promptly adjusted The Nostromo’ course and subsequently awoke the ship’s crew from hyper-sleep.
Soon, Captain Dallas, the man in charge of the ship and crew, conferred with MOTHER as to why had they been woken earlier than scheduled. After that, Capt. Dallas explained the situation to his crew: in the event of receiving an unknown transmission, they would be set up to investigate.
After a hard landing on the surface of planet designated LV-426, The Nostromo crew, minus Chief Warrant officer Ellen Ripley and Chief Science Officer Ash, set off to find the source of the transmission.
What they came upon was, quite literally, NOT of this world: a ship unlike any other registered in the Company’s manuals was stationed between a line of mountains. What lay waiting inside the ship however, couldn’t even begin to compare: the crew found what would be called “The Space Jockey”, in the near future.
On the command bridge of the ship was a huge alien, humaniod-type creature, seemingly growing out of the command chair. It looked to have been dead for many decades, and when the crew got closer, they saw a hole directly in the creature’s thoracic cavity. However, the crew cataloged it as “if it had blown up from the inside, with the bones pushed outwards”.
Another hole was found on the lower levels of the ship, and crewman Kane descended through it. What he found were oval-like, slimey looking eggs, according to Kane’s report. He leaned in closer to inspect one of the eggs, when it suddenly hatched and an spider-like creature latched onto the crewman’s face plate.
According to the records, Kane was brought back to the ship as a casualty. Sometime after he was brought in, the spider-like alien detached itself from Kane’s face and it was reported dead, leaving a stunned crew in its wake. Kane seemed fine until dinner time in the ship, when he suddenly went into what was reported as an convulsive attack, when some moments later, another snake-like Alien burst from Kane’s thorax, killing him instantly. The Alien creature managed to escape into the inner systems of The Nostromo.
Soon, more crew members were reported missing. First were the engineers, then the medical staff, and even Capt. Dallas himself. It was later reported that Science officer Ash was in fact an android, which suddenly turned against the remaining crewmembers,while attempting to slaughter them It was Lt. Ripley and Parker who finally put a stop to the Android's rampage. but in the end it was Lt. Ripley who remained the only survivor onboard the ship, having set the auto self-destruct and made her way to the escape shuttle as she heard over the open inter-ship comm system her friends Parker and Lambert being horribly slaughtered. the grown Alien creature itself that was thought to have ben killed in the resulting Nostromo's destruction had indeed survived by putting itselt onboard the same escape shuttle as Ripley herself. Once Ripley was suited up in a Space suit, she lured it out of it's resting place so that she could kill it by blowing it out of an airlock. Ripley suceeded in doing so, thus making a recording of all that had transpired on the ship and what happend to her friends and crew mates. Shortly after she made the recording, Lt. Ripley put herself in hyper-sleep thinking that she would only be there for no more than 6 weeks, Unfortunately she would find that she was terribly wrong.
Fast forward 57 years.
Lt. Ripley had been found and rescued by a deep salvage team. She was brought back, hospitalized, and eventually brought before an inquiry.
It was believed, despite the reports she herself delivered from the incident, that she had caused the destruction of the expensive mining vessel; Lieutenant Ripley argued that the last resort to exterminate the Alien creature in the ship, was to activate the self-destruct mechanism.
The Company officers didn’t listen to her and subsequently stripped her of her command AND flight status.
Several months later, the Company received reports from LV-426, which had been colonized more than 21 years earlier, that all contact with the colony had been lost. The Company sent it’s representative along with a Lt. Colonel to persuade Ripley to go back to the planet and find out what was going on. She refused at first…but after years of nightmares related to the ordeal, she decided to go.
It was all in vain. The entire platoon of Marines, which had been sent in with state-of-the-art weaponry, was wiped out by the xenomorphic Alien creatures, save one. Corporal Hicks, who managed to escape the slaughter along with Lt. Ripley. On the way through the facilities, they found a little girl named Newt, who had been later kidnapped to serve as host for more Aliens.
Ripley, however, decided to return to the facility and rescue Newt, and after doing so, they ran into what they believed to be the Alien Queen. On their escape, they were nearly killed by the Alien Queen AND crushed by the facility itself, which was falling apart around their ears. Fortunately, they were both rescued by the Scientific Research expert and android Bishop, who flew in with a drop ship to pick up the stranded pair.
However, they picked up and unwanted passenger without knowing. On the way back to Earth aboard the ship Sulaco, another battle raged between Ripley, piloting a Power Loader and the Alien Queen. Eventually, Lieutenant Ripley won the fight, and sent the Queen spiraling into the depths of space.
200 years have passed.
War has been brewing away from Earth.
USMC (United Systems Marine Corps) are fighting a harsh battle against the very same Aliens that Lt. Ripley had fought in her lifetime. She was finally killed in combat, slain by the very same creatures that plagued her nightmares.
What most people didn’t know, however was that she had been cloned by Weyland-Yutani, otherwise known only as The Company, in order to use her as host for genetically-altered Alien specimens, which would serve as weapons of war against their own kind. (A/N yes I know if you have seen “Alien Resurrection” then you know Weyland-Yutani was no more, but I thought they are a great sub enemy to put into this story.)
Needless to say, this experiment failed, and former Lt. Ripley’s clone escaped. It hasn’t been heard from or seen in a decade now.
This brings us to this point in history.
The war has been raging now for nearly 10 years.
And a new breed of disciplined, specially trained Marines are about to have a new taste of combat, to decide which one is the dominant species.
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The Species’ War – Year 10
Planet designated LV-466
0545 hrs – Earth’s Time
“Alright, ladies and not-so-gentlemen! We’ve got a job to do, so I suggest we get it done quick and get back to base. There’s this 1-day-only new menu in the cafeteria, and I’m hungry! You hear me, Marines?!” barked a tall, muscular with a wide scar going from his forehead, across his right eye and down to his chin, shouldering his M-65 standard-issue assault rifle, a variation from the old M41A rifle, which carries a 100-round drum magazine with armor-piercing 9x5mm ammunition and a laser sight. Attached beneath the gun barrel is a modified .14 gauge shotgun.
“Sir, yes sir!” the fresh-out-of-training soldiers chorused.
They were standing on the landing platform of a drop ship, sent in to the planet from the Heavy Cruiser ship The USS Rotunda. The squad then walked off the ship and stood with their weapons at the ready.
“Awright, squad! Keep tight! Offensive formation. Safety’s off. Urashima!” the scarred man barked at a young, scared-looking Marine. He immediately froze and raised his weapon in a rather undignified salute.
“Y-Y-Yes, sir!” he squeaked. The squad leader just shook his head and spat on the floor.
“Kid, you take the point! Let’s move!” he commanded. Private Urashima, Keitaro let out a strangled cry of “M-M-Me, sir!?” he gulped as the squad leader glared at him.
“Yeah. You! Whadda want? An invitation!? Now, get out there!” he barked. Keitaro knew better than to get on Sergeant Reigns’ nerves. He heard “Sarge” had actually shot one of his own men for disobedience.
A Marine fresh out of boot camp, he and some of his fellow teammates: Mitsune “Kitsune” Konno, Narusegawa Naru, Aoyama Motoko and Keitaro’s aunt, Urashima Haruka were affectionately known as the “Hinata Crew”, since they had all come from Hinata District, Kanagawa Prefecture of Tokyo. The 5 of them had been trained and put in the same team together.
And as a part of Sgt. Reigns’ squad, they were able to work as a good oiled machine, in perfect cooperation, even more so than the other Marines in the team. (A/N now you noticed I only put a few of them in here because I felt that the rest woldn't have worked so well..well maybe Su but I will have to see on that one)
“Y-Yes sir, Sgt. Reigns!” Keitaro saluted, activated the night-vision mode of his HUD and took point. He had been in combat simulations before,but to him everytime he went out, it always seemed surreal.
He was scared shitless, alright. Reigns could almost “smell” the boy’s fear. He shook his head and waved at another Marine.
“Ok…Konno! I want YOU out there, flanking Urashima. Go!” he motioned with a wave of his hand to indicate where he wanted her to go.
““Ya got, Sarge!” she said slyly, confidently using Reigns’ nickname. She moved forward through the formation and walked up next to him. She then spoke to him in a low whisper as the squad moved further into the thick, dark canopy of the planet’s surface. Just then the radio picked up and the drop ship’s pilot spoke to Sarge.
“Ok, Bravo 2-5. Hammerhead 6-2 will remain over the area in case you boys need air support. When your Primary Objective’s complete, or if you get into trouble, radio in and we’ll come pick you up.” Reigns and the others kept moving as they heard the roaring engines of the ship in the background.
“Copy that, Hammerhead. We’re going in. Bravo 2-1 out” he then turned off his radio. Kitsune kept talking to Keitaro.
“Hey suga’. Howya holdin’ up?” her partner rolled his eyes.
“Ha, very funny. How do YOU think I’m holding up! I’m scared to death…” he muttered. “WHY did the sergeant pick ME for the point…?” he asked no-one. His eyes darted everywhere, trusting his HUD to catch any suspicious movement. Mitsune let out a chuckle.
“Well, that’s ‘cuz he knows yer the best man for the job! After all, if ya took all those beatings back home…and well, back at base…” Keitaro sweat dropped. “And of course, if yer invincibility doesn’t work here, well…” she shrugged. “Y’know. While the bad guys are busy eating you, we get the change to get away!” she snorted a little at her own joke, giving him a warm smile and a wink.
“Ha ha, Kitsune. Really funny” Keitaro rolled his eyes, “maybe, before they get to ME, I’ll move out of the way, so they can eat YOU, instead” he shot back with a snort of his own, which was a little louder than he wanted.
“Quit it with the chit-chattin’, Marines! Stay frosty!” Sarge ordered. The squad kept moving through the thick jungle for a couple of minutes in silence, when a rifleman, Corporal Vasquez spoke aloud.
“Ah, Sarge…hey I think the ground’s a bit more slimy than before, sir!” he spoke in his Latin accent. The squad then realized that the ground had indeed become more slippery than before, as well as taken a darker color, easily recognizable with night vision. Sgt. Reigns ordered everyone to halt.
Intelligence reported there was a nest hidden underground, given the humidity and temperature conditions beneath the planet surface. The team maintained their positions, aiming their weapons at all sides. Kitsune’s head whipped down to her motion tracker when she suddenly heard a slight buzz.
“Ah, Sarge…I think we’re kinda getting some interference or somethin’” she reported. Reigns looked at her with a frown.
“And why’s that?” he asked. Kitsune started to sweat a bit.
“Well…this thing ain’t showin’ ANY sign of movement. No nothing.” she said a little dumbstruck.
“Sergeant!” came Haruka’s voice. She was the squad’s comm. officer. “I think she may be right, sir. Comms. are down, too. I can’t contact Hammerhead.” She reported with narrowed eyes. Reigns shook his head in exasperation.
“Shit…Damn it all to Hell! We’d be better using tin cans and string!” Sarge didn’t like bad news when they came one after another. “Alright! Listen up, people. We are to continue with this mission, equipment or not! We had good intel. There IS a nest somewhere beneath our feet. It should be this hard to-shit! Heads-up!” Reigns stopped and the whole team raised their weapons at the sudden, multiple signals they received in their HUD’s.
Dark, skinny and reptilian figures where slowly coming out holes and bushes in the ground, which then started to move around in an unorganized manner. Keitaro gulped and felt droplets of sweat going down his face.
“S-Sergeant? W-What are your orders?” was his nervous question as he unsteadily kept his custom Reflex sight set on one of the potential hostiles.
“Hold your fire!” Sarge hissed. “Nobody move a muscle. Looks like they ain’t seen us yet. Those bastards are just scouts” he explained. “Let’s see what they’re up to. Everybody take cover. I want a scout. Now!” he motioned for the squad’s sniper/scout to move while the other Marines took cover behind some rocks and fallen tree trunks. Narusegawa crouched and hurried over to Sarge; a pair of multi-vision binoculars in her hands and a modified, .50 cal. M88 sniper rifle with armor-piercing ammunitions within a 20-rounds bullpop magazine
“Yes sir?” she asked. Sarge spoke.
“I want you ahead. Get on one of those trees. Give me a scan of the area. I wanna know what these skinny bastards are doing. Go” Naru nodded and belly-crawled towards a suitable tree to climb. A few moments of heavy stillness later, they heard her over the short-range radio.
“Ok,sir. I’m in position. Beginning scan now…” she reported. Reigns nodded and turned to Haruka.
“Comm. Talk to me.” He ordered. Haruka shook her head as she kept fumbling around with her field radio.
“Not a damn thing, Sarge. It’s like…there was a blackout or something. I’m trying to call in 6-2, but it’s no use. I can’t get this damn thing to work.” she reported in a hushed huff. ‘God, I could use a cigarette about now’ she thought. She hadn’t had a smoke in ages…
“Damn it…Ok. Scout, you better give me somethin’.” He ordered. Narusegawa began her report.
“There’s definitely something under our feet, sir. I can’t get anything with the thermal scan, but there IS a lot of movement down there. There are some sentinels moving around. They’re guarding something, sir. Over”
“Copy that. Get a bead on one of those bastards. When-“
“What the fuck?” came Kitsune's sudden hiss. The entire squad turned to her.
“What now?” Sarge demanded. Keitaro, amongst the other Marines, was getting a very bad feeling about this whole thing. The hairs on his neck stood on end.
“This…this can't be right! Sarge, I’m reading lots, and LOTS of signals heading this way about fifteen meters due west” Her face was beginning to get pale. Sarge ordered Narusegawa to pull back to their position and moved over to Mitsune.
“Wait a minute here! I thought ya said this thing wasn't working just a minute ago” he hissed. He was a proud, battle-hardened Marine. But he wasn’t stupid. He knew the situation was fast going from bad to worst.
“I-It wasn’t, Sarge! I-I…It’s weird. I don’t know what to make of it” she explained with a scared look; her eyes half-opened. She gulped and pulled herself together again. “Sir, that’s not all…this signal is not normal! It’s big, yes but I’ve never seen one like this before.” Kitsune was started to feel the sweat make its way down her brow. Reigns sighed, grabbed her armor-plated shoulder and shook her hard.
“Make sense, soldier!” he ordered firmly. Kitsune closed her eyes and spoke quickly.
“Sarge, the tracker IS online again! B-But I’m reading a big, BIG signal Only…” she looked down at the device again. “Ten meters away now.” she was starting to shake. Keitaro saw how the hand holding the motion tracker was twitching involuntarily.
Suddenly, a heavy silence fell over the entire area for a few moments, before Sarge’s ears caught a familiar hissing and crawling sound.
“Oh shit” he cursed in a low voice. “Fall back! Fall back! Double time!” he ordered, just before a cry of agony came from Corporal Vasquez. The entire team turned to him and witnessed the gruesome sight of an Alien using its razor sharp-ended tail to sever the former Marine in half. Once done, it turned towards the other soldiers and let out a long, sharp hiss before the Alien’s head was blown apart by Sarge’s M65 underbarrel-shotgun.
“C’mon, Marines! Fall back! Go, go, GO!” immediately after that, the ground started to shake and soon, an actual swarm of Drone Aliens were crawling towards the squad, who were running at full speed to the Landing Zone.
While part of the squad ran, every now and then a pair of Marines would halt, turn around and unleash a barrage of armor-piercing fire and timed grenades. However, Private Higgs, a rifleman stood still for too long and the rest of the squad could only run as they heard the poor bastard’s cries of pain as the Aliens came over him and ripped him to pieces.
“Hammerhead 6-2! Do you copy!? This is Bravo 2-1! Where the FUCK are you guys!?” Sarge spoke through his head-set radio as he ran. The signal, thank to God, picked up.
“We read you, 2-1. We thought we lost you back there. What’s your status, over?” the drop ship’s pilot reported.
“We’re being overrun! We’re requesting immediate extract! We need air support! Repeat: We NEED air support! There’s a fuckin’ swarm of these bastards on our asses!” he shouted before an Alien Drone jumped on his back, clawing at his shoulders and legs. Sarge let out a war cry and with a quick jab, hit the Alien’s head with the butt of his M65, before pumping 3 .14 gauge shells in the creature’s head.
When the squad came within 50 or so feet away from the LZ, they gratefully watched as Hammerhead 6-2 and a second drop ship flew over their heads and unleashed a continuous burst of 30mm modified Gatling gun fire and rapid-fire rockets on the approaching swarm. Keitaro, however, was too amazed by the display of firepower to notice a lucky Drone which jumped with its jaws open, ready to rip his head-off.
Keitaro was then snapped out of his trance when droplets of green, acid blood fell on his shoulder plate. He quickly squirmed and detached the plate from his armor. It then fell to the floor and continued to disintegrate.
“I think ya owe me a ‘thank you’, sugah” Kitsune spoke and pointed her M65 at the dead Alien on the floor mere inches from Keitaro, with a burst of lead across it’s head and thorax. He gulped and turned to his fellow teammate.
“Y-Yeah, sorry. I-I mean, thanks!” he said.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Big Whitey 0-7, we’re cover you boys while 6-2 picks you up” the second drop ship’s pilot reported as a new swarm of Aliens made it’s way to the LZ. Hammerhead 6-2 quickly touched down a few feet from the squad.
“C’mon! C’mon! Get in, Marines!” Sgt. Reigns barked as he jumped in first and waved at the other soldiers to get in. As Big Whitey 0-7 made another pass and blew the Alien swarm into charred, dismembered corpses, Hammerhead took the time to take off and speed away back to the USS Rotunda.
“Ok. Sergeant. You and your people strap yourselves in. ‘Glad you made it” the pilot spoke as the Marines settled into their seats. Sarge sat down and put his M65 on his lap. He took a look around at his squad. Privates Jenkins, Kelly, Bloomfield and Smith were a bit shaken, but they’d be alright. Corporal Hawkins taking his helmet off and taking a deep breath, before slapping his own cheeks a few times. He and Cpl. Vasquez were friends since college. Sarge nodded and made a mental not to talk to Hawkins later.
Urashima was still a bit rattled by all the action. Kitsune was sitting next to him, with a hand placed on his shoulder. The kid’s aunt, Haruka was lighting a standard issue cigarette. That Narusegawa girl was sitting on the other side of Keitaro, with her head resting on her fellow Marine and best Stealth Ops, Aoyama’s shoulder who was sitting next to her.
Reigns noticed the look the kid was giving the strawberry blondie. Sarge knew that face. The boy was hurting a bit, but Konno’s hand on his shoulder appeared to put him at ease. The scarred man raised an eyebrow at this. Now, back to the important matter…
“Shit…why the Hell no-one told us that nest was THAT fucking big?” he thought aloud, rubbing his chin with his armored hand. Motoko heard this and spoke up.
“Sgt. Reigns, sir. I think the most likely possibility would be that we were given wrong information” the modern ninja suggested. She had been trained to infiltrate enemy strongholds and gain valuable information, or sabotage infrastructures. She was good, for she had already been trained in martial arts, and she particularly mastered the ancient art of Ninjitsu, the Ninja fighting style. “Perhaps we received data that was out of date, or perhaps the scans of the area were mistaken”
Naru raised her head from the younger Aoyama’s shoulder and brushed some hair behind her ear, since she had taken off her helmet. And she, as well as Motoko kept their hair long. (The USMC’s barber was quite reluctant to cut their hair by the girls threatening to punch him into next week by Naru, or getting his head chopped-off by Motoko’s sword, which she had stopped the military from confiscating)
“What? Bad intelligence? Motoko-chan, seriously! You can’t be really suggesting the Company gave us false information now, do you?” she asked, believing her fellow female Marine to be wrong, despite Aoyama’s own skills in handling information. The ninja gave her a suspicious look.
“That’s exactly what I AM saying” she replied coolly. Haruka’s voice picked everyone’s attention, though Naru leaned her head back on Motoko’s armored shoulder.
“Sarge, we’ve got comms. back online. It’s for you” she informed and handed the mic. over to Reigns.
“Yeah! This is Reigns! Who am I speaking with!?” he shouted over the engine noise around the compartment.
“This is General Arland Powers, Sergeant” came the static reply. Sarge immediately straightened his back on his seat. The General was angry. And the man wasn’t somebody to be screwed with.
“Yes, General, sir!” Reigns saluted.
“I want you and your squad along for a debrief. I want to know what the Hell happened down there, Sergeant” Reigns gulped. The General continued. “Oh, and 1 more thing: I want to have a word with you and other 5 men of your personal choosing in my office once debriefing is over. That’s all for now, Sergeant”
“Yes sir. Understood, sir.” Sarge nodded and gave the mic. back to the Urashima woman. After about five or so minutes of traveling, Hammerhead 6-2 arrived at the Heavy Cruiser. Once docked, Reigns ushered his team out and off to the lockers, to change out of their battle outfits and into standard Marine uniforms.
Some 30 or so minutes later, the debriefing was over and a very pissed-off Sarge came out along with his men, rubbing his shaven head in exasperation. They had been reprimanded for the mission’s failure. According to Kitsune, as they walked out the room…
“C’mon! It’s like they think we messed up on purpose or somethin’!” she complained. “Tell me about it…” Sarge muttered. He then ordered the squad to go and get some rest.
Naru followed Motoko into the younger girl’s quarters to have some meditation, since the strawberry blonde had asked the ninja to teach her how to meditate. Keitaro watched in a mix of confusion and mild depression as the girls walked off. Bloomfield tapped him on the shoulder with a smug grin as he walked by.
“Oh, K-man! She dumped ya, dude! Man, I didn’t know she was into THAT!” he chuckled. Private Kelly scowled at him and fixed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
“Come on, Brooklyn. That isn’t funny. Hey, Kei” the Marine addressed him as “Brooklyn” walked off. Bloomfield had long ago given up on telling the other guys that he was from the Bronx, NY. “Look, man. Don’t worry. If Brooklyn said it, it ain’t true.” He smiled and gave Keitaro a thumbs up. He nodded and returned the gesture. Private Kelly was a good friend of his.
“Oh boy, I need another cigarette…” Haruka muttered as she made her way to the cafeteria along with Mitsune. Keitaro frowned at his aunt.
“Haruka-san, don’t you know those things will eventually do you more bad than good?” he asked tiredly. The older woman just glanced at him and shrugged.
“Well, it’s better if they kill me rather than those Alien bastards” she countered. Keitaro sighed and shook his head. Kitsune waved at him.
“Hey kid, seeya at the cafeteria. ‘Kay?” she asked with a grin. Keitaro nodded with his own.
“Ok. Just let me go to the bathroom…” he then walked off. Meanwhile, Sarge had chosen his 5 Marines and used his Team Radio to call one of them.
“Urashima!” he waited for a moment, but got no response. He then hit the button to speak non-to-gently again. “Kid! Answer me, damn it!” he barked. In the Men’s Restroom, Keitaro barely got the zipper of his pants closed as he rushed to answer his own radio.
“Y-Yes, sir! I-I’m sorry! I was just in the bathroom!” he hurried over the radio. He heard Sarge chuckle.
“Ok, son. Stop jacking-off and get yourself, Konno, Aoyama, that Nari, err…Nar-somethin’-Gawa girl and your aunt, down at the General’s Quarters. On the double, Marine!” he ordered. Keitaro quickly nodded.
“Y-Yes, sir!” he then looked down and started washing his hands. “I wasn’t ‘jacking-off’…” he muttered and looked at the mirror over the sink. “And her name’s Narusegawa, Naru…” he whispered. He then walked off to gather the others.
He collected Mitsune and Haruka in the cafeteria, before heading off to Motoko’s room. Once there, Keitaro was about to press the OPEN button, when he saw the LOCK sign. He sweat-dropped and halted his hand.
“Hey, what’cha think they’re doin’ in there?” Mitsune purred in his ear, making him shiver. Haruka rolled her eyes and knocked on the steel door.
“Alright, you two! Stop 69’ing and come out! Sarge wants to meet up with him at the General’s Quarters!” she said, making a progressive stream of blood leak out of Keitaro’s nose, and Kitsune let out a bark of laughter as she heard the squirming and thrashing sounds coming from inside the room.
“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!” both Naru and Motoko yelled as they rushed out the door, still dressed in their military uniforms, and looking fairly flustered. Haruka just raised an eyebrow and ushered them to follow.
“Aha. Well, you had the door locked…” she commented as they walked through the corridors, passing crewmen and fellow Marines on the way. Naru put her hand over her flushed face, while Motoko merely kept her stoic face.
“It’s nothing like that, Haruka-san. I was teaching Naru-sempai how to properly meditate. No distractions were allowed.” She replied. Both her AND Naru’s eyebrows twitched when Kitsune let out one of her trademark jokes concerning Keitaro.
“Oh! But I could just SWEAR there were some mooching sounds and clothes rustling! Ya sure you weren’t going down dirty? Kei-boy here almost died of blood-loss!” she laughed as Naru then grabbed Keitaro by the collar of his shirt and clobbered him against the wall.
“About time. And what the Hell happened to the kid?” Sarge asked as the 5 of them met up with him before the General’s door. Naru just let out a “pervert” and dropped Keitaro on the floor. He heard his apologies for taking so long and gave a rather loud rap on the General’s steel door. His reply came from the other side as the door slid open.
“Ahhhh…Sgt. Reings. Thank you for coming here so quickly. I assume this are the Marines you chose by the finger, then?” the General spoke as he walked around his desk and leaned against it. Reigns gave a nod in reply and Powers continued.
”Very well, Sergeant… I believe we have a lot to discuss, so I suggest you make yourselves comfortable. I think this might take a while.” The door to his quarters then slid closed…
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A/N well this is my first attempt at a Xover so I hoped you all enjoyed it and please if you find anything that you think should be done to improve this story please feel free to let me know becuase I am always open to suggestions, I know this first chapter didn't have alot in the action departement but I promise I will in future chapters plus a bit of angst, romance, drama and whatever else I can think of at the time, dont forget to R and R. of course give props to my bet-reader Major Mike Powell III.
A/N I do not own Love Hina or Aliens in any way shape or form. only Ken Akamatsu owns Love Hina, 20th century Fox own Aliens.
*side note* on a whim I decided to write this new story because I wanted to bring to you the Love Hina fans out there a whole different type of story one that crosses over Love Hina with the world of Aliens and yes I am talking about the scifi movie, now this will take place in the Aliens universe, but it will not have anything to do with the movie except for mentions of it and its characters because I want to make this my own story, I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter-1 History Lessons and War.
Nearly a century has passed by since humans discovered and developed inter-stellar travel.
First, we started off with traveling to our closest neighboring solar system, known as Alpha Centauri, which took nearly 10 years of travel. Some time after that, we developed much more powerful and effective ways to travel through space, and we were able to have within our reach whatever place discovered, or to yet to be…With the invention of hyper-drive and hyper-sleep, possibilities became endless.
Forty years later, space travel became part of everyday life.
Colonies were established on planets even in the far ends of known space. Mining also became a very profitable business; one of the largest, and more vastly known companies, Weyland-Yutani; their slogan being “Building Better Worlds”. They not only had interests in mining, but they also had their sights on contracts with the military, private security and robotics; androids, to be exact.
This is where history of Mankind takes a sharp, dramatic turn for the worse.
A civilian-transport ship called The Nostromo was en-route back to earth, carrying a crew of 7 members and weighing about 63.000 metric tons of cargo. Upon the ship’s return to Earth, the Ships’ Computer System known only as “MOTHER” intercepted a transmission of unknown origin, and as per guidelines of the Company’s manual, MOTHER promptly adjusted The Nostromo’ course and subsequently awoke the ship’s crew from hyper-sleep.
Soon, Captain Dallas, the man in charge of the ship and crew, conferred with MOTHER as to why had they been woken earlier than scheduled. After that, Capt. Dallas explained the situation to his crew: in the event of receiving an unknown transmission, they would be set up to investigate.
After a hard landing on the surface of planet designated LV-426, The Nostromo crew, minus Chief Warrant officer Ellen Ripley and Chief Science Officer Ash, set off to find the source of the transmission.
What they came upon was, quite literally, NOT of this world: a ship unlike any other registered in the Company’s manuals was stationed between a line of mountains. What lay waiting inside the ship however, couldn’t even begin to compare: the crew found what would be called “The Space Jockey”, in the near future.
On the command bridge of the ship was a huge alien, humaniod-type creature, seemingly growing out of the command chair. It looked to have been dead for many decades, and when the crew got closer, they saw a hole directly in the creature’s thoracic cavity. However, the crew cataloged it as “if it had blown up from the inside, with the bones pushed outwards”.
Another hole was found on the lower levels of the ship, and crewman Kane descended through it. What he found were oval-like, slimey looking eggs, according to Kane’s report. He leaned in closer to inspect one of the eggs, when it suddenly hatched and an spider-like creature latched onto the crewman’s face plate.
According to the records, Kane was brought back to the ship as a casualty. Sometime after he was brought in, the spider-like alien detached itself from Kane’s face and it was reported dead, leaving a stunned crew in its wake. Kane seemed fine until dinner time in the ship, when he suddenly went into what was reported as an convulsive attack, when some moments later, another snake-like Alien burst from Kane’s thorax, killing him instantly. The Alien creature managed to escape into the inner systems of The Nostromo.
Soon, more crew members were reported missing. First were the engineers, then the medical staff, and even Capt. Dallas himself. It was later reported that Science officer Ash was in fact an android, which suddenly turned against the remaining crewmembers,while attempting to slaughter them It was Lt. Ripley and Parker who finally put a stop to the Android's rampage. but in the end it was Lt. Ripley who remained the only survivor onboard the ship, having set the auto self-destruct and made her way to the escape shuttle as she heard over the open inter-ship comm system her friends Parker and Lambert being horribly slaughtered. the grown Alien creature itself that was thought to have ben killed in the resulting Nostromo's destruction had indeed survived by putting itselt onboard the same escape shuttle as Ripley herself. Once Ripley was suited up in a Space suit, she lured it out of it's resting place so that she could kill it by blowing it out of an airlock. Ripley suceeded in doing so, thus making a recording of all that had transpired on the ship and what happend to her friends and crew mates. Shortly after she made the recording, Lt. Ripley put herself in hyper-sleep thinking that she would only be there for no more than 6 weeks, Unfortunately she would find that she was terribly wrong.
Fast forward 57 years.
Lt. Ripley had been found and rescued by a deep salvage team. She was brought back, hospitalized, and eventually brought before an inquiry.
It was believed, despite the reports she herself delivered from the incident, that she had caused the destruction of the expensive mining vessel; Lieutenant Ripley argued that the last resort to exterminate the Alien creature in the ship, was to activate the self-destruct mechanism.
The Company officers didn’t listen to her and subsequently stripped her of her command AND flight status.
Several months later, the Company received reports from LV-426, which had been colonized more than 21 years earlier, that all contact with the colony had been lost. The Company sent it’s representative along with a Lt. Colonel to persuade Ripley to go back to the planet and find out what was going on. She refused at first…but after years of nightmares related to the ordeal, she decided to go.
It was all in vain. The entire platoon of Marines, which had been sent in with state-of-the-art weaponry, was wiped out by the xenomorphic Alien creatures, save one. Corporal Hicks, who managed to escape the slaughter along with Lt. Ripley. On the way through the facilities, they found a little girl named Newt, who had been later kidnapped to serve as host for more Aliens.
Ripley, however, decided to return to the facility and rescue Newt, and after doing so, they ran into what they believed to be the Alien Queen. On their escape, they were nearly killed by the Alien Queen AND crushed by the facility itself, which was falling apart around their ears. Fortunately, they were both rescued by the Scientific Research expert and android Bishop, who flew in with a drop ship to pick up the stranded pair.
However, they picked up and unwanted passenger without knowing. On the way back to Earth aboard the ship Sulaco, another battle raged between Ripley, piloting a Power Loader and the Alien Queen. Eventually, Lieutenant Ripley won the fight, and sent the Queen spiraling into the depths of space.
200 years have passed.
War has been brewing away from Earth.
USMC (United Systems Marine Corps) are fighting a harsh battle against the very same Aliens that Lt. Ripley had fought in her lifetime. She was finally killed in combat, slain by the very same creatures that plagued her nightmares.
What most people didn’t know, however was that she had been cloned by Weyland-Yutani, otherwise known only as The Company, in order to use her as host for genetically-altered Alien specimens, which would serve as weapons of war against their own kind. (A/N yes I know if you have seen “Alien Resurrection” then you know Weyland-Yutani was no more, but I thought they are a great sub enemy to put into this story.)
Needless to say, this experiment failed, and former Lt. Ripley’s clone escaped. It hasn’t been heard from or seen in a decade now.
This brings us to this point in history.
The war has been raging now for nearly 10 years.
And a new breed of disciplined, specially trained Marines are about to have a new taste of combat, to decide which one is the dominant species.
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The Species’ War – Year 10
Planet designated LV-466
0545 hrs – Earth’s Time
“Alright, ladies and not-so-gentlemen! We’ve got a job to do, so I suggest we get it done quick and get back to base. There’s this 1-day-only new menu in the cafeteria, and I’m hungry! You hear me, Marines?!” barked a tall, muscular with a wide scar going from his forehead, across his right eye and down to his chin, shouldering his M-65 standard-issue assault rifle, a variation from the old M41A rifle, which carries a 100-round drum magazine with armor-piercing 9x5mm ammunition and a laser sight. Attached beneath the gun barrel is a modified .14 gauge shotgun.
“Sir, yes sir!” the fresh-out-of-training soldiers chorused.
They were standing on the landing platform of a drop ship, sent in to the planet from the Heavy Cruiser ship The USS Rotunda. The squad then walked off the ship and stood with their weapons at the ready.
“Awright, squad! Keep tight! Offensive formation. Safety’s off. Urashima!” the scarred man barked at a young, scared-looking Marine. He immediately froze and raised his weapon in a rather undignified salute.
“Y-Y-Yes, sir!” he squeaked. The squad leader just shook his head and spat on the floor.
“Kid, you take the point! Let’s move!” he commanded. Private Urashima, Keitaro let out a strangled cry of “M-M-Me, sir!?” he gulped as the squad leader glared at him.
“Yeah. You! Whadda want? An invitation!? Now, get out there!” he barked. Keitaro knew better than to get on Sergeant Reigns’ nerves. He heard “Sarge” had actually shot one of his own men for disobedience.
A Marine fresh out of boot camp, he and some of his fellow teammates: Mitsune “Kitsune” Konno, Narusegawa Naru, Aoyama Motoko and Keitaro’s aunt, Urashima Haruka were affectionately known as the “Hinata Crew”, since they had all come from Hinata District, Kanagawa Prefecture of Tokyo. The 5 of them had been trained and put in the same team together.
And as a part of Sgt. Reigns’ squad, they were able to work as a good oiled machine, in perfect cooperation, even more so than the other Marines in the team. (A/N now you noticed I only put a few of them in here because I felt that the rest woldn't have worked so well..well maybe Su but I will have to see on that one)
“Y-Yes sir, Sgt. Reigns!” Keitaro saluted, activated the night-vision mode of his HUD and took point. He had been in combat simulations before,but to him everytime he went out, it always seemed surreal.
He was scared shitless, alright. Reigns could almost “smell” the boy’s fear. He shook his head and waved at another Marine.
“Ok…Konno! I want YOU out there, flanking Urashima. Go!” he motioned with a wave of his hand to indicate where he wanted her to go.
““Ya got, Sarge!” she said slyly, confidently using Reigns’ nickname. She moved forward through the formation and walked up next to him. She then spoke to him in a low whisper as the squad moved further into the thick, dark canopy of the planet’s surface. Just then the radio picked up and the drop ship’s pilot spoke to Sarge.
“Ok, Bravo 2-5. Hammerhead 6-2 will remain over the area in case you boys need air support. When your Primary Objective’s complete, or if you get into trouble, radio in and we’ll come pick you up.” Reigns and the others kept moving as they heard the roaring engines of the ship in the background.
“Copy that, Hammerhead. We’re going in. Bravo 2-1 out” he then turned off his radio. Kitsune kept talking to Keitaro.
“Hey suga’. Howya holdin’ up?” her partner rolled his eyes.
“Ha, very funny. How do YOU think I’m holding up! I’m scared to death…” he muttered. “WHY did the sergeant pick ME for the point…?” he asked no-one. His eyes darted everywhere, trusting his HUD to catch any suspicious movement. Mitsune let out a chuckle.
“Well, that’s ‘cuz he knows yer the best man for the job! After all, if ya took all those beatings back home…and well, back at base…” Keitaro sweat dropped. “And of course, if yer invincibility doesn’t work here, well…” she shrugged. “Y’know. While the bad guys are busy eating you, we get the change to get away!” she snorted a little at her own joke, giving him a warm smile and a wink.
“Ha ha, Kitsune. Really funny” Keitaro rolled his eyes, “maybe, before they get to ME, I’ll move out of the way, so they can eat YOU, instead” he shot back with a snort of his own, which was a little louder than he wanted.
“Quit it with the chit-chattin’, Marines! Stay frosty!” Sarge ordered. The squad kept moving through the thick jungle for a couple of minutes in silence, when a rifleman, Corporal Vasquez spoke aloud.
“Ah, Sarge…hey I think the ground’s a bit more slimy than before, sir!” he spoke in his Latin accent. The squad then realized that the ground had indeed become more slippery than before, as well as taken a darker color, easily recognizable with night vision. Sgt. Reigns ordered everyone to halt.
Intelligence reported there was a nest hidden underground, given the humidity and temperature conditions beneath the planet surface. The team maintained their positions, aiming their weapons at all sides. Kitsune’s head whipped down to her motion tracker when she suddenly heard a slight buzz.
“Ah, Sarge…I think we’re kinda getting some interference or somethin’” she reported. Reigns looked at her with a frown.
“And why’s that?” he asked. Kitsune started to sweat a bit.
“Well…this thing ain’t showin’ ANY sign of movement. No nothing.” she said a little dumbstruck.
“Sergeant!” came Haruka’s voice. She was the squad’s comm. officer. “I think she may be right, sir. Comms. are down, too. I can’t contact Hammerhead.” She reported with narrowed eyes. Reigns shook his head in exasperation.
“Shit…Damn it all to Hell! We’d be better using tin cans and string!” Sarge didn’t like bad news when they came one after another. “Alright! Listen up, people. We are to continue with this mission, equipment or not! We had good intel. There IS a nest somewhere beneath our feet. It should be this hard to-shit! Heads-up!” Reigns stopped and the whole team raised their weapons at the sudden, multiple signals they received in their HUD’s.
Dark, skinny and reptilian figures where slowly coming out holes and bushes in the ground, which then started to move around in an unorganized manner. Keitaro gulped and felt droplets of sweat going down his face.
“S-Sergeant? W-What are your orders?” was his nervous question as he unsteadily kept his custom Reflex sight set on one of the potential hostiles.
“Hold your fire!” Sarge hissed. “Nobody move a muscle. Looks like they ain’t seen us yet. Those bastards are just scouts” he explained. “Let’s see what they’re up to. Everybody take cover. I want a scout. Now!” he motioned for the squad’s sniper/scout to move while the other Marines took cover behind some rocks and fallen tree trunks. Narusegawa crouched and hurried over to Sarge; a pair of multi-vision binoculars in her hands and a modified, .50 cal. M88 sniper rifle with armor-piercing ammunitions within a 20-rounds bullpop magazine
“Yes sir?” she asked. Sarge spoke.
“I want you ahead. Get on one of those trees. Give me a scan of the area. I wanna know what these skinny bastards are doing. Go” Naru nodded and belly-crawled towards a suitable tree to climb. A few moments of heavy stillness later, they heard her over the short-range radio.
“Ok,sir. I’m in position. Beginning scan now…” she reported. Reigns nodded and turned to Haruka.
“Comm. Talk to me.” He ordered. Haruka shook her head as she kept fumbling around with her field radio.
“Not a damn thing, Sarge. It’s like…there was a blackout or something. I’m trying to call in 6-2, but it’s no use. I can’t get this damn thing to work.” she reported in a hushed huff. ‘God, I could use a cigarette about now’ she thought. She hadn’t had a smoke in ages…
“Damn it…Ok. Scout, you better give me somethin’.” He ordered. Narusegawa began her report.
“There’s definitely something under our feet, sir. I can’t get anything with the thermal scan, but there IS a lot of movement down there. There are some sentinels moving around. They’re guarding something, sir. Over”
“Copy that. Get a bead on one of those bastards. When-“
“What the fuck?” came Kitsune's sudden hiss. The entire squad turned to her.
“What now?” Sarge demanded. Keitaro, amongst the other Marines, was getting a very bad feeling about this whole thing. The hairs on his neck stood on end.
“This…this can't be right! Sarge, I’m reading lots, and LOTS of signals heading this way about fifteen meters due west” Her face was beginning to get pale. Sarge ordered Narusegawa to pull back to their position and moved over to Mitsune.
“Wait a minute here! I thought ya said this thing wasn't working just a minute ago” he hissed. He was a proud, battle-hardened Marine. But he wasn’t stupid. He knew the situation was fast going from bad to worst.
“I-It wasn’t, Sarge! I-I…It’s weird. I don’t know what to make of it” she explained with a scared look; her eyes half-opened. She gulped and pulled herself together again. “Sir, that’s not all…this signal is not normal! It’s big, yes but I’ve never seen one like this before.” Kitsune was started to feel the sweat make its way down her brow. Reigns sighed, grabbed her armor-plated shoulder and shook her hard.
“Make sense, soldier!” he ordered firmly. Kitsune closed her eyes and spoke quickly.
“Sarge, the tracker IS online again! B-But I’m reading a big, BIG signal Only…” she looked down at the device again. “Ten meters away now.” she was starting to shake. Keitaro saw how the hand holding the motion tracker was twitching involuntarily.
Suddenly, a heavy silence fell over the entire area for a few moments, before Sarge’s ears caught a familiar hissing and crawling sound.
“Oh shit” he cursed in a low voice. “Fall back! Fall back! Double time!” he ordered, just before a cry of agony came from Corporal Vasquez. The entire team turned to him and witnessed the gruesome sight of an Alien using its razor sharp-ended tail to sever the former Marine in half. Once done, it turned towards the other soldiers and let out a long, sharp hiss before the Alien’s head was blown apart by Sarge’s M65 underbarrel-shotgun.
“C’mon, Marines! Fall back! Go, go, GO!” immediately after that, the ground started to shake and soon, an actual swarm of Drone Aliens were crawling towards the squad, who were running at full speed to the Landing Zone.
While part of the squad ran, every now and then a pair of Marines would halt, turn around and unleash a barrage of armor-piercing fire and timed grenades. However, Private Higgs, a rifleman stood still for too long and the rest of the squad could only run as they heard the poor bastard’s cries of pain as the Aliens came over him and ripped him to pieces.
“Hammerhead 6-2! Do you copy!? This is Bravo 2-1! Where the FUCK are you guys!?” Sarge spoke through his head-set radio as he ran. The signal, thank to God, picked up.
“We read you, 2-1. We thought we lost you back there. What’s your status, over?” the drop ship’s pilot reported.
“We’re being overrun! We’re requesting immediate extract! We need air support! Repeat: We NEED air support! There’s a fuckin’ swarm of these bastards on our asses!” he shouted before an Alien Drone jumped on his back, clawing at his shoulders and legs. Sarge let out a war cry and with a quick jab, hit the Alien’s head with the butt of his M65, before pumping 3 .14 gauge shells in the creature’s head.
When the squad came within 50 or so feet away from the LZ, they gratefully watched as Hammerhead 6-2 and a second drop ship flew over their heads and unleashed a continuous burst of 30mm modified Gatling gun fire and rapid-fire rockets on the approaching swarm. Keitaro, however, was too amazed by the display of firepower to notice a lucky Drone which jumped with its jaws open, ready to rip his head-off.
Keitaro was then snapped out of his trance when droplets of green, acid blood fell on his shoulder plate. He quickly squirmed and detached the plate from his armor. It then fell to the floor and continued to disintegrate.
“I think ya owe me a ‘thank you’, sugah” Kitsune spoke and pointed her M65 at the dead Alien on the floor mere inches from Keitaro, with a burst of lead across it’s head and thorax. He gulped and turned to his fellow teammate.
“Y-Yeah, sorry. I-I mean, thanks!” he said.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Big Whitey 0-7, we’re cover you boys while 6-2 picks you up” the second drop ship’s pilot reported as a new swarm of Aliens made it’s way to the LZ. Hammerhead 6-2 quickly touched down a few feet from the squad.
“C’mon! C’mon! Get in, Marines!” Sgt. Reigns barked as he jumped in first and waved at the other soldiers to get in. As Big Whitey 0-7 made another pass and blew the Alien swarm into charred, dismembered corpses, Hammerhead took the time to take off and speed away back to the USS Rotunda.
“Ok. Sergeant. You and your people strap yourselves in. ‘Glad you made it” the pilot spoke as the Marines settled into their seats. Sarge sat down and put his M65 on his lap. He took a look around at his squad. Privates Jenkins, Kelly, Bloomfield and Smith were a bit shaken, but they’d be alright. Corporal Hawkins taking his helmet off and taking a deep breath, before slapping his own cheeks a few times. He and Cpl. Vasquez were friends since college. Sarge nodded and made a mental not to talk to Hawkins later.
Urashima was still a bit rattled by all the action. Kitsune was sitting next to him, with a hand placed on his shoulder. The kid’s aunt, Haruka was lighting a standard issue cigarette. That Narusegawa girl was sitting on the other side of Keitaro, with her head resting on her fellow Marine and best Stealth Ops, Aoyama’s shoulder who was sitting next to her.
Reigns noticed the look the kid was giving the strawberry blondie. Sarge knew that face. The boy was hurting a bit, but Konno’s hand on his shoulder appeared to put him at ease. The scarred man raised an eyebrow at this. Now, back to the important matter…
“Shit…why the Hell no-one told us that nest was THAT fucking big?” he thought aloud, rubbing his chin with his armored hand. Motoko heard this and spoke up.
“Sgt. Reigns, sir. I think the most likely possibility would be that we were given wrong information” the modern ninja suggested. She had been trained to infiltrate enemy strongholds and gain valuable information, or sabotage infrastructures. She was good, for she had already been trained in martial arts, and she particularly mastered the ancient art of Ninjitsu, the Ninja fighting style. “Perhaps we received data that was out of date, or perhaps the scans of the area were mistaken”
Naru raised her head from the younger Aoyama’s shoulder and brushed some hair behind her ear, since she had taken off her helmet. And she, as well as Motoko kept their hair long. (The USMC’s barber was quite reluctant to cut their hair by the girls threatening to punch him into next week by Naru, or getting his head chopped-off by Motoko’s sword, which she had stopped the military from confiscating)
“What? Bad intelligence? Motoko-chan, seriously! You can’t be really suggesting the Company gave us false information now, do you?” she asked, believing her fellow female Marine to be wrong, despite Aoyama’s own skills in handling information. The ninja gave her a suspicious look.
“That’s exactly what I AM saying” she replied coolly. Haruka’s voice picked everyone’s attention, though Naru leaned her head back on Motoko’s armored shoulder.
“Sarge, we’ve got comms. back online. It’s for you” she informed and handed the mic. over to Reigns.
“Yeah! This is Reigns! Who am I speaking with!?” he shouted over the engine noise around the compartment.
“This is General Arland Powers, Sergeant” came the static reply. Sarge immediately straightened his back on his seat. The General was angry. And the man wasn’t somebody to be screwed with.
“Yes, General, sir!” Reigns saluted.
“I want you and your squad along for a debrief. I want to know what the Hell happened down there, Sergeant” Reigns gulped. The General continued. “Oh, and 1 more thing: I want to have a word with you and other 5 men of your personal choosing in my office once debriefing is over. That’s all for now, Sergeant”
“Yes sir. Understood, sir.” Sarge nodded and gave the mic. back to the Urashima woman. After about five or so minutes of traveling, Hammerhead 6-2 arrived at the Heavy Cruiser. Once docked, Reigns ushered his team out and off to the lockers, to change out of their battle outfits and into standard Marine uniforms.
Some 30 or so minutes later, the debriefing was over and a very pissed-off Sarge came out along with his men, rubbing his shaven head in exasperation. They had been reprimanded for the mission’s failure. According to Kitsune, as they walked out the room…
“C’mon! It’s like they think we messed up on purpose or somethin’!” she complained. “Tell me about it…” Sarge muttered. He then ordered the squad to go and get some rest.
Naru followed Motoko into the younger girl’s quarters to have some meditation, since the strawberry blonde had asked the ninja to teach her how to meditate. Keitaro watched in a mix of confusion and mild depression as the girls walked off. Bloomfield tapped him on the shoulder with a smug grin as he walked by.
“Oh, K-man! She dumped ya, dude! Man, I didn’t know she was into THAT!” he chuckled. Private Kelly scowled at him and fixed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
“Come on, Brooklyn. That isn’t funny. Hey, Kei” the Marine addressed him as “Brooklyn” walked off. Bloomfield had long ago given up on telling the other guys that he was from the Bronx, NY. “Look, man. Don’t worry. If Brooklyn said it, it ain’t true.” He smiled and gave Keitaro a thumbs up. He nodded and returned the gesture. Private Kelly was a good friend of his.
“Oh boy, I need another cigarette…” Haruka muttered as she made her way to the cafeteria along with Mitsune. Keitaro frowned at his aunt.
“Haruka-san, don’t you know those things will eventually do you more bad than good?” he asked tiredly. The older woman just glanced at him and shrugged.
“Well, it’s better if they kill me rather than those Alien bastards” she countered. Keitaro sighed and shook his head. Kitsune waved at him.
“Hey kid, seeya at the cafeteria. ‘Kay?” she asked with a grin. Keitaro nodded with his own.
“Ok. Just let me go to the bathroom…” he then walked off. Meanwhile, Sarge had chosen his 5 Marines and used his Team Radio to call one of them.
“Urashima!” he waited for a moment, but got no response. He then hit the button to speak non-to-gently again. “Kid! Answer me, damn it!” he barked. In the Men’s Restroom, Keitaro barely got the zipper of his pants closed as he rushed to answer his own radio.
“Y-Yes, sir! I-I’m sorry! I was just in the bathroom!” he hurried over the radio. He heard Sarge chuckle.
“Ok, son. Stop jacking-off and get yourself, Konno, Aoyama, that Nari, err…Nar-somethin’-Gawa girl and your aunt, down at the General’s Quarters. On the double, Marine!” he ordered. Keitaro quickly nodded.
“Y-Yes, sir!” he then looked down and started washing his hands. “I wasn’t ‘jacking-off’…” he muttered and looked at the mirror over the sink. “And her name’s Narusegawa, Naru…” he whispered. He then walked off to gather the others.
He collected Mitsune and Haruka in the cafeteria, before heading off to Motoko’s room. Once there, Keitaro was about to press the OPEN button, when he saw the LOCK sign. He sweat-dropped and halted his hand.
“Hey, what’cha think they’re doin’ in there?” Mitsune purred in his ear, making him shiver. Haruka rolled her eyes and knocked on the steel door.
“Alright, you two! Stop 69’ing and come out! Sarge wants to meet up with him at the General’s Quarters!” she said, making a progressive stream of blood leak out of Keitaro’s nose, and Kitsune let out a bark of laughter as she heard the squirming and thrashing sounds coming from inside the room.
“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!” both Naru and Motoko yelled as they rushed out the door, still dressed in their military uniforms, and looking fairly flustered. Haruka just raised an eyebrow and ushered them to follow.
“Aha. Well, you had the door locked…” she commented as they walked through the corridors, passing crewmen and fellow Marines on the way. Naru put her hand over her flushed face, while Motoko merely kept her stoic face.
“It’s nothing like that, Haruka-san. I was teaching Naru-sempai how to properly meditate. No distractions were allowed.” She replied. Both her AND Naru’s eyebrows twitched when Kitsune let out one of her trademark jokes concerning Keitaro.
“Oh! But I could just SWEAR there were some mooching sounds and clothes rustling! Ya sure you weren’t going down dirty? Kei-boy here almost died of blood-loss!” she laughed as Naru then grabbed Keitaro by the collar of his shirt and clobbered him against the wall.
“About time. And what the Hell happened to the kid?” Sarge asked as the 5 of them met up with him before the General’s door. Naru just let out a “pervert” and dropped Keitaro on the floor. He heard his apologies for taking so long and gave a rather loud rap on the General’s steel door. His reply came from the other side as the door slid open.
“Ahhhh…Sgt. Reings. Thank you for coming here so quickly. I assume this are the Marines you chose by the finger, then?” the General spoke as he walked around his desk and leaned against it. Reigns gave a nod in reply and Powers continued.
”Very well, Sergeant… I believe we have a lot to discuss, so I suggest you make yourselves comfortable. I think this might take a while.” The door to his quarters then slid closed…
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A/N well this is my first attempt at a Xover so I hoped you all enjoyed it and please if you find anything that you think should be done to improve this story please feel free to let me know becuase I am always open to suggestions, I know this first chapter didn't have alot in the action departement but I promise I will in future chapters plus a bit of angst, romance, drama and whatever else I can think of at the time, dont forget to R and R. of course give props to my bet-reader Major Mike Powell III.