2015 Sufficiently Summer winner: User's Choice. Original Post.
Avalanche
Atypical Netizen
- Location
- Australia
So, after seeing too many harem series, I made a quest.
A lot of IS and it's innumerable derivatives, a lot of Muv-Luv (very Ironic I know), a lot of Knight Run, some Sentou Yousei Yukikaze, mixed together with my personal antipathy for harem series, we get this.
Battle-Action-Harem-Highschool... Side Character Quest.
No SV. You are the waifu.
XxXxXxXxXx
The year is 2070 Common Era.
Or 58 years Past Impact if you prefer.
It has been 58 years since the old world ended.
XxXxXxXxXx
The touchdown of the jet on tarmac was soft, computer guided control surfaces and thrusters ensuring the landing was barely noticeable. The magnetic clamps locking down on the body of the plane was not, the flight control computer apparently deciding better sure than sorry.
Military transport jets had few comforts and comfortable seats happened to not be one of them. Absently rubbing at the back of your head, you take a look outside as the jet is guided into the underground hanger, the weak sunlight and dusty Earth replaced by harsh white illumination strips and ceramic tiles.
The safety lights flashes green and you unclasp the safety harness, slam down the armrest to collapse the seat and collect your duffel bag alongside the three dozen odd other passengers. All through the flight, you had been the subject of discreet stares and hushed conversation, a trend that did not change now. As someone sitting in the back of the plane, you had the honour of disembarking first, meaning you could feel the stares boring into your back. You patiently endured it despite the raised hairs on the back of your neck, waiting until the ramp was fully depressed to step off.
It was not because of your looks, you thought you looked rather average. It was not your clothing, you wore the same tracksuit, naval blue with gold trim as everyone else did. It was your gender.
Rather, it was because you were a guy. The other thirty or so passengers were all girls.
Ignoring the stares still drilling into your back, you glance down at your datapad, which was tracing a path towards your room, and make your way through the halls. On the way, you received more stares from the women whom seemed to make up the entire staff of the base, mostly silent and assessing, though a couple burst into giggles as you walked by.
Entering your room, you dump down your bag and take it in. Walls painted a neutral off-white, a single glow strip in the ceiling, a holoscreen currently depicting the outside world and two single beds set on opposite sides of the room, each with a small cupboard set against the head, and an attached bathroom. Your room mate had already arrived, a dress uniform neatly arranged on the bed and a few personal effects on top of their cupboard. For a moment you felt like walking over to peruse the few photos there, but you restrain yourself.
Checking the time, it was another two hours till orientation assembly and with nothing else to do, you flick the holoscreen to news with your datapad and sit down on your bed.
"-the latest report suggest the clean-up operations following the recent Alaskan offensive is proceeding well ahead of schedule. With the destruction of three minor Breaches in a record breaking, lightning fast two week campaign and the elimination of two Type Zero AGs on top of that, our analyst suggest that the Western Seaboard of the North American continent will be completely cleared of hostiles within months."
Footage rolls across the screen in tandem with the voiceover, showing the hulk of an AG battleship, charred and deformed to be barely recognisable after falling out of orbit. Reserve armour units idling under the midday sun next to their air carriers, the small dots of pilots and drivers waiting under the shade cast by their machines. Flashes in the sky lighting up the night sky in tandem with a red glow along the horizon. A shot from out at sea of enormous swaths of smoke rising from the distant shore where hydrocarbon deposits must have been ignited. An ominous spherical shadow, most of the dome hidden by the horizon and distance, of a destroyed Hive, the remaining funnel clouds of an active breach dissipating in the time accelerated footage.
"Marshal of the Armed Forces Arrakesh released a statement earlier today supporting our projections."
A spokesman walks up to a podium, tapping the mike twice to begin a presentation on the screen behind him. You watch on, absently absorbing the news as you wait.
"As always, we begin with the Valkyries units whom made our offensive possible," shots of many faces appeared on screen, all female, "without their remarkable courage in breaking through the frontlines of the Antagonists and destroying the hardened enemy defensive redoubts, as well as their suppression of the Type Zeros Aeon and Sekhmet, our victory, had it come at all, would have been again bloody and eked out over many months."
A brief medal award ceremony was next. The Valkyries, not physically present but projected into the air via holographic technologies, appeared in a row, some stoic, some smiling and waving. Without their weapon systems extended from the interdimensional storage space of the Valkyrie core, they looked like standard light infantry troops in semi powered armour, though the plates were somewhat thinner than even that, giving the illusion of frailty to strongest armour system humanity had.
The medals were awarded and the holograms faded out, leaving the Valkyrie symbol floating in air for a few moment before fading. You absently rub at the patch on your shoulder where the very same symbol was stiched. The texture of the words "UNAF" "AAG1" "VALKS" cradled by the laurel wreath felt strange under your fingers.
You are a members of the United Nations Air Force. As someone compatible with the Valkyrie Cores, you make up a part of humanity's most powerful weapon. The Valkyrie Core integrates and improves upon any technology it is exposed to, from simple wrist watches to nuclear reactors. Initially used for utilities and reconstruction in the wake of Impact, the emergence of the Antagonists rapidly changed the role of Valkyries from civil to military, from wanted to needed.
The only drawback in the Valkyrie cores was that the ratio of compatibility was skewered towards women. Heavily.
Amongst the twenty thousand or Valkyries in service currently, there were less than one hundred men.
That made you part of the 0.5% of the entire force whom was male.
You suppose some of those other guys might have felt proud. You?
The door opens. You glance over, your roommate was staring at you, eyes wide, before they slam the door back shut.
You just felt awkward.
XxXxXxXxXx
If you have read this far, then you have gotten your first look at the main character of this story.
You will not be playing as him.
Rather, you are playing as one of the side characters.
Your goal is to become a main character and star in your own series.
How you do this is up to you, win the main characters affections, get popular enough to be labelled 'best girl' or save the world, anything goes.
XxXxXxXxXx
Pick acliche character:
Pick ONE character to play as.
Then pick ONE subtype for EACH of the other characters: (You can abstain, if no votes are given here, I will pick the subtype.)
[N/A]Main Character (Main character)(NPC)
[]Clueless moron: Neophyte to the whole combat business. Extra moron included.
[]Already retired badass: Had previously had combat experience. Still a moron.
[N/A]The Estranged Childhood Friend (NPC)
[N/A]The annoyed rival: Exasperated that he would come to the front as he is and sees him as a casualty waiting to happen.
[N/A] The other Childhood friend (NPC)
[N/A] Superhuman:
[]The Sibling:
[]Loudly Possessive Tsundere Younger Sister: "I can't believe the idiot is heading off to the front. Without me there, he'll get hurt again."
[]Quietly Protective Older Sister: "I walked into hell to fight demons, but I only paved the way for the one I wish to protect most to follow."
[]The Ojou:
[]Noblesse oblige: One who is in power has a responsibility to those whom are not.
[]Nouveau riche design child: I was made to collect power and save the human race, so I shall, even if I have to drag them kicking and screaming.
[]The Ace:
[]Golden Ace: She has it all, famous pedigree, looks, skills and a caring heart.
[]Broken Ace: She had it all, some would say she still does, but four-score men and half a dozen more, could not ever remake what she was before.
[]The Warrior:
[]The awkward shy girl: B-By the end of the week, I'll have made ten friends!:
[]The monster: Man gives innumerable prayers to Heaven for salvation. Heaven replies with nothing but death to recompense Man. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
XxXxXxXxXx
A lot of IS and it's innumerable derivatives, a lot of Muv-Luv (very Ironic I know), a lot of Knight Run, some Sentou Yousei Yukikaze, mixed together with my personal antipathy for harem series, we get this.
Battle-Action-Harem-Highschool... Side Character Quest.
No SV. You are the waifu.
XxXxXxXxXx
The year is 2070 Common Era.
Or 58 years Past Impact if you prefer.
It has been 58 years since the old world ended.
XxXxXxXxXx
The touchdown of the jet on tarmac was soft, computer guided control surfaces and thrusters ensuring the landing was barely noticeable. The magnetic clamps locking down on the body of the plane was not, the flight control computer apparently deciding better sure than sorry.
Military transport jets had few comforts and comfortable seats happened to not be one of them. Absently rubbing at the back of your head, you take a look outside as the jet is guided into the underground hanger, the weak sunlight and dusty Earth replaced by harsh white illumination strips and ceramic tiles.
The safety lights flashes green and you unclasp the safety harness, slam down the armrest to collapse the seat and collect your duffel bag alongside the three dozen odd other passengers. All through the flight, you had been the subject of discreet stares and hushed conversation, a trend that did not change now. As someone sitting in the back of the plane, you had the honour of disembarking first, meaning you could feel the stares boring into your back. You patiently endured it despite the raised hairs on the back of your neck, waiting until the ramp was fully depressed to step off.
It was not because of your looks, you thought you looked rather average. It was not your clothing, you wore the same tracksuit, naval blue with gold trim as everyone else did. It was your gender.
Rather, it was because you were a guy. The other thirty or so passengers were all girls.
Ignoring the stares still drilling into your back, you glance down at your datapad, which was tracing a path towards your room, and make your way through the halls. On the way, you received more stares from the women whom seemed to make up the entire staff of the base, mostly silent and assessing, though a couple burst into giggles as you walked by.
Entering your room, you dump down your bag and take it in. Walls painted a neutral off-white, a single glow strip in the ceiling, a holoscreen currently depicting the outside world and two single beds set on opposite sides of the room, each with a small cupboard set against the head, and an attached bathroom. Your room mate had already arrived, a dress uniform neatly arranged on the bed and a few personal effects on top of their cupboard. For a moment you felt like walking over to peruse the few photos there, but you restrain yourself.
Checking the time, it was another two hours till orientation assembly and with nothing else to do, you flick the holoscreen to news with your datapad and sit down on your bed.
"-the latest report suggest the clean-up operations following the recent Alaskan offensive is proceeding well ahead of schedule. With the destruction of three minor Breaches in a record breaking, lightning fast two week campaign and the elimination of two Type Zero AGs on top of that, our analyst suggest that the Western Seaboard of the North American continent will be completely cleared of hostiles within months."
Footage rolls across the screen in tandem with the voiceover, showing the hulk of an AG battleship, charred and deformed to be barely recognisable after falling out of orbit. Reserve armour units idling under the midday sun next to their air carriers, the small dots of pilots and drivers waiting under the shade cast by their machines. Flashes in the sky lighting up the night sky in tandem with a red glow along the horizon. A shot from out at sea of enormous swaths of smoke rising from the distant shore where hydrocarbon deposits must have been ignited. An ominous spherical shadow, most of the dome hidden by the horizon and distance, of a destroyed Hive, the remaining funnel clouds of an active breach dissipating in the time accelerated footage.
"Marshal of the Armed Forces Arrakesh released a statement earlier today supporting our projections."
A spokesman walks up to a podium, tapping the mike twice to begin a presentation on the screen behind him. You watch on, absently absorbing the news as you wait.
"As always, we begin with the Valkyries units whom made our offensive possible," shots of many faces appeared on screen, all female, "without their remarkable courage in breaking through the frontlines of the Antagonists and destroying the hardened enemy defensive redoubts, as well as their suppression of the Type Zeros Aeon and Sekhmet, our victory, had it come at all, would have been again bloody and eked out over many months."
A brief medal award ceremony was next. The Valkyries, not physically present but projected into the air via holographic technologies, appeared in a row, some stoic, some smiling and waving. Without their weapon systems extended from the interdimensional storage space of the Valkyrie core, they looked like standard light infantry troops in semi powered armour, though the plates were somewhat thinner than even that, giving the illusion of frailty to strongest armour system humanity had.
The medals were awarded and the holograms faded out, leaving the Valkyrie symbol floating in air for a few moment before fading. You absently rub at the patch on your shoulder where the very same symbol was stiched. The texture of the words "UNAF" "AAG1" "VALKS" cradled by the laurel wreath felt strange under your fingers.
You are a members of the United Nations Air Force. As someone compatible with the Valkyrie Cores, you make up a part of humanity's most powerful weapon. The Valkyrie Core integrates and improves upon any technology it is exposed to, from simple wrist watches to nuclear reactors. Initially used for utilities and reconstruction in the wake of Impact, the emergence of the Antagonists rapidly changed the role of Valkyries from civil to military, from wanted to needed.
The only drawback in the Valkyrie cores was that the ratio of compatibility was skewered towards women. Heavily.
Amongst the twenty thousand or Valkyries in service currently, there were less than one hundred men.
That made you part of the 0.5% of the entire force whom was male.
You suppose some of those other guys might have felt proud. You?
The door opens. You glance over, your roommate was staring at you, eyes wide, before they slam the door back shut.
You just felt awkward.
XxXxXxXxXx
If you have read this far, then you have gotten your first look at the main character of this story.
You will not be playing as him.
Rather, you are playing as one of the side characters.
Your goal is to become a main character and star in your own series.
How you do this is up to you, win the main characters affections, get popular enough to be labelled 'best girl' or save the world, anything goes.
XxXxXxXxXx
Pick a
Pick ONE character to play as.
Then pick ONE subtype for EACH of the other characters: (You can abstain, if no votes are given here, I will pick the subtype.)
[N/A]Main Character (Main character)(NPC)
[]Clueless moron: Neophyte to the whole combat business. Extra moron included.
[]Already retired badass: Had previously had combat experience. Still a moron.
[N/A]The Estranged Childhood Friend (NPC)
[N/A]The annoyed rival: Exasperated that he would come to the front as he is and sees him as a casualty waiting to happen.
[N/A] The other Childhood friend (NPC)
[N/A] Superhuman:
[]The Sibling:
[]Loudly Possessive Tsundere Younger Sister: "I can't believe the idiot is heading off to the front. Without me there, he'll get hurt again."
[]Quietly Protective Older Sister: "I walked into hell to fight demons, but I only paved the way for the one I wish to protect most to follow."
[]The Ojou:
[]Noblesse oblige: One who is in power has a responsibility to those whom are not.
[]Nouveau riche design child: I was made to collect power and save the human race, so I shall, even if I have to drag them kicking and screaming.
[]The Ace:
[]Golden Ace: She has it all, famous pedigree, looks, skills and a caring heart.
[]Broken Ace: She had it all, some would say she still does, but four-score men and half a dozen more, could not ever remake what she was before.
[]The Warrior:
[]The awkward shy girl: B-By the end of the week, I'll have made ten friends!:
[]The monster: Man gives innumerable prayers to Heaven for salvation. Heaven replies with nothing but death to recompense Man. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
XxXxXxXxXx
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