When a ruthless alien conqueror masquerading as a peaceful emissary collides with a hidden race of supreme genetic weapons, the fate of Earth is rewritten in blood and starlight.
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Chapter 1: First Contact
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Your first time is always over so quickly, isn't it?
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So...I noticed that no one has gone about trying to connect these two universe's together. I thought I might give it a shot. Posting here for discussion, and to make available for adoption if anyone wants to pick it up in case I don't continue:
Chapter 1: First contact
The discovery of the Iwafune—the massive, biological alien spacecraft hidden beneath the Pacific—was supposed to be a secret. But secrets of that magnitude have a way of bleeding into the global intelligence network.
Almost a year after Hiroto Minaka and Takami Sahashi claimed the wreck, the island facility was turned into a warzone. Various world governments, desperate to acquire the paradigm-shifting technology for themselves, launched covert, high-grade military assaults.
But MBI wasn't defenseless. They had the Disciplinary Squad.
On the ridge overlooking the burning remnants of an invading black-ops unit, Miya stood watch. She wore her squad uniform—a sleek, form-fitting black mini dress with a long, grey open coat that snapped sharply in the wind. Her nodachi rested on her shoulder, completely unstained by blood, despite the devastation around her.
Below her, the rest of the squad was finishing off the remnants of the invasion. Kazehana moved like a lethal gale, her wind blades slicing through heavy armored vehicles with terrifying ease. Mutsu's massive, earth-shattering strikes leveled the advancing infantry lines, while Matsu coordinated the entire battlefield from a secure overlook, her advanced hacking and tracking capabilities completely blinding the enemy's radar. Nearby, Karasuba was laughing, wiping her silver blade clean as tactical alarms continued to blare across the facility.
The View from Above
Hours before his boots ever touched the scorched dirt, Nolan floated in the absolute, freezing silence of low Earth orbit.
His arms were crossed over his chest, his cape drifting lazily in the vacuum of space as he looked down at the blue-and-green marble spinning beneath him. To any human observer, he would have been a speck of dust against the stars. To Nolan, the planet was merely a ledger waiting to be filled.
He was conducting a standard Viltrumite reconnaissance protocol. For days, he had intercepted terrestrial radio waves, mapped out population densities, and cataloged the planet's primitive infrastructure.
Atmosphere: breathable. Dominant sentients: physically negligible, he had initially noted in his mental log.
From everything he had gathered, humanity was a fragile, fractured species. They died from simple falls; they were entirely dependent on fossil fuels and clumsy, projectile-based weaponry. There were no planetary defense grids, no planetary conquerors, and certainly no biological anomalies capable of posing even a fraction of a threat to the Viltrum Empire. Infiltration would be simple. A few decades of integration, a carefully constructed alias, and he could hand the planet over on a silver platter.
But as he prepared to choose his point of entry, his super-vision caught a violent distortion near a secluded island chain in the Pacific. Nolan narrowed his gaze, his pupils adjusting instantly, zooming through layers of atmosphere until the clouds parted.
"What is this...?" he murmured to himself.
He had expected a routine, tribal conflict—human nations bickering over borders with their loud, inefficient artillery. Instead, his eyes locked onto a massive military clash surrounding a heavily fortified island facility. Various world governments had converged on the location, throwing thousands of elite black-ops soldiers, stealth jets, and heavily armored tanks into a desperate, coordinated assault.
But it wasn't the human military that made Nolan's posture go rigid. It was the defense.
On the ridges and beaches of the island, a handful of individuals were moving at speeds that defied the physical limitations of the human frame. Nolan watched in fascination as a woman in a sleek black dress and a long grey coat carved through armored division lines with a single blade, the sheer kinetic shockwaves of her movements flipping tanks like tin toys. Nearby, others manipulated wind, wielded devastating physical strength, and shattered tech networks with unnatural ease. A fifth woman moved in a psychotic, laughing blur of silver and blood, dispatching elite forces with effortless lethality.
Nolan's clinical boredom vanished, replaced by a sharp, calculating intensity.
He didn't know what these women were. From his orbit, they appeared human, yet they possessed abilities completely anomalous to the rest of the species he had analyzed. They were entirely different from the rest of mankind—a localized cluster of raw, exceptional power acting as a private vanguard. His imperial instincts, honed by centuries of conquest, flared to life. If he was going to evaluate this planet for the empire, he needed to investigate these specific specimens up close.
He didn't just want to observe them anymore. He wanted to know why they were different.
Nolan uncrossed his arms and angled his body downward. He waited, watching through the smoke as the last of the fractured international military forces broke formation and began a frantic, chaotic retreat from the island. The battle was over. The field was clear.
With a single, powerful thrust, Nolan broke orbit, turning himself into a kinetic spear as he plummeted straight toward the conflict zone.
MBI Base - Kamikure Island
Down in the primary command bunker, the telemetry screens suddenly went haywire. A massive, localized energy spike was tearing through the upper atmosphere, completely unrelated to the military jets they had been tracking.
Takami Sahashi stared at the vertical deceleration curve on her monitor, her jaw dropping. "Minaka... look at this. It's a completely different trajectory. It's coming from deep space, aiming right for the sector adjacent to the first crash site."
Minaka stared at the screen, his usual eccentric smirk freezing for a fraction of a second before twisting into a look of absolute, manic wonder. He threw his arms wide, laughing hysterically.
"Ha! Marvelous! Tell me, Takami—what are the chances of us having two alien crafts in one lifetime? The universe is throwing a festival, and MBI is the host!"
"We don't know what it is," Takami warned, her voice tight with stress. "The international forces are still retreating. We can't handle another unknown variable."
Minaka adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming. He tapped his comms link, patching directly through to the ridge. "Miya, my lethal black bird! A new guest has just crashed in Sector 4. Go investigate. Do not engage in a fight initially. Let us see what kind of traveler has knocked on our door."
Miya didn't reply over the radio. She simply closed her eyes, felt the heavy, vibrating thrum of the new impact, and vanished into a blur of kinetic speed.
The crater in Sector 4 was choked with ionized dust and the smell of burning ozone.
Nolan stood in the center of the wreckage, floating exactly three inches above the scorched earth. He brushed a speck of terrestrial ash off his white-and-red chest emblem, his cape billowing gently in the heat. His expression was one of mild, clinical boredom.
A presence was approaching. It wasn't the clumsy, lumbering speed of the human military forces he had observed from orbit, but a precise, lethal velocity.
A silhouette broke through the curtain of dust. It was Miya. Her grey open coat whipped around her black dress as she landed without making a sound, her boots resting on the jagged edge of the crater.
Following Minaka's orders, she didn't draw her sword. She simply watched him. But inside her chest, something was violently tearing itself open. For her entire existence, Miya had been the untouchable leader of her squad. Her genetic code was a lock that no human could ever hope to fit.
But looking at this man floating in the crater, her Sekirei crest burned like liquid fire. A powerful, terrifying warmth flooded her veins, commanding every cell in her body to bow, to serve, to belong. It wasn't a gentle, romantic pull. It was a brutal, overwhelming biological imperative.
It felt like a predator recognizing its mate.
"What... are you?" Miya whispered, her voice trembling for the first time in her life.
Nolan's bored expression vanished. He dropped those three inches to the ground, his boots thudding against the dirt. Deep within his own Viltrumite physiology, a foreign chemical reaction had just triggered. Viltrumites were genetically hardwired to seek out premium, compatible life forms to propagate their empire's bloodline, and the moment this woman looked at him, his synapses fired with a fierce, intoxicating clarity.
He didn't know her biology, but he recognized her as the woman he had been watching from space.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Nolan said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register. He took a step forward, his eyes locking onto hers. "What did you just do to my mind? Some kind of localized telepathic frequency?"
"I did nothing," Miya said, forcing her stance to remain rigid as she tried to master the sudden chaos in her veins. "My body... it reacts to you. I am Miya. My kind calls someone who triggers this reaction an Ashikabi."
Before the conversation could go further, a manic laugh echoed from the dust. Karasuba had ignored the orders to stay back, trailing Miya to the crash site. Her eyes gleamed with psychotic anticipation as she drew her blade.
"Oh, look at that! #01 found a new toy!" Karasuba laughed, pointing her sword at Nolan. "Hey, space-boy! Try to resist, okay? I want to see what color your blood is!"
"Karasuba, step down," Miya commanded, her voice dropping into a dangerous, low warning. "Minaka's orders were clear. Do not engage."
But the Black Sekirei didn't care. With a wild grin, Karasuba vanished in a blur of speed, her blade whistling through the air as she lunged directly past Miya, aiming straight for Nolan's throat.
Nolan didn't blink.
CLANG.
The sound was like a church bell striking an anvil. Karasuba's reinforced steel blade shattered into a hundred glittering fragments against Nolan's bare neck. Before she could even register the shock, Nolan's hand shot out, catching her by the throat and lifting her off the ground with casual ease.
"Insects," Nolan muttered, his fingers tightening.
"Stop!" Miya roared.
A massive, localized shockwave of pure energy erupted from Miya's body, shattering the nearby rocks and forcing Nolan to take a half-step back to maintain his footing. He looked at Miya, his eyebrows raising in genuine appreciation. She didn't just move air, he realized. She warped the kinetic field. She's incredibly strong.
"I told you, do not engage," Miya breathed, her eyes glowing with an eerie light as she stepped between them. To he man she said "Drop her. If you kill her, Ashikabi or not, I will destroy you."
Nolan looked at the choking Karasuba, then back to Miya. He let go, letting the Black Sekirei collapse into the dirt. He stepped over her, approaching Miya until he was standing just inches away.
Karasuba hit the ground hard, coughing violently as her hands flew to her bruised throat. But as she drew in a ragged breath, the spite and fury in her eyes suddenly fractured.
A violent, localized tremor rippled across her back. Beneath the fabric of her uniform, her Sekirei crest began to thrum, throwing off an intense, burning heat that made her gasp. It wasn't the pain of her injury—it was a sudden, intoxicating chemical flood rushing straight to her nervous system. Her pupils dilated instantly, her vision swimming as the biological imperative of the Ashikabi bond finally locked onto Nolan's proximity.
For Karasuba, the reaction didn't bring a sense of peace; it brought a euphoric, terrifying rush of adrenaline. She trembled, her fingers clawing into the dirt as she stared up at Nolan, a breathless, entirely involuntary laugh escaping her lips. He was the first thing in existence she couldn't cut—the ultimate, unbreakable wall—and her body was screaming at her to either destroy him or be utterly consumed by him.
Nolan stepped over her, dismissing her trembling form for a moment as he approached Miya until he was standing just inches away.
"I was monitoring this planet from orbit before I landed," Nolan said smoothly, adopting a calm, diplomatic tone to ease her hostility. "I observed your battle against those military forces. Frankly, I thought mankind was entirely fragile and unexceptional—until I saw you and your squad. Your abilities are far beyond anything else on this world. I chose to land here because I wanted to know more about you."
He offered a reassuring, tailored smile. "My name is Nolan. I am an emissary from a world far beyond this one, sent to learn about Earth and see what it has to offer."
Miya's eyes widened slightly, her defensive posture softening just a fraction in surprise. "An emissary... from another world? Then you truly are like us."
Nolan tilted his head, his interest sharpening. "Like you?"
"I am not from this planet either," Miya explained, looking toward the horizon where the main MBI facility lay. "My kind arrived here long ago, resting in slumber until we were recently awakened. We are entirely different from humans."
Nolan's mind raced, processing this massive revelation. A hidden species of extraordinary, non-human entities living right under the radar. The potential was staggering. He reached out, his large, calloused hand gently cupping her chin. The touch sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lightning through both of them, cementing the biological pull into their very DNA.
"Then it seems we both have much to discuss, Miya," Nolan said softly, his silver tongue adapting perfectly to the prize before him. "Let us learn about each other's worlds. Together."
Miya stared at him, the biological imperative thrumming fiercely through her core. As the smoke of the battlefield cleared around them, the leader of the Disciplinary Squad knew her destiny was now irrevocably bound to the traveler from the stars.
Chapter 1: First contact
The discovery of the Iwafune—the massive, biological alien spacecraft hidden beneath the Pacific—was supposed to be a secret. But secrets of that magnitude have a way of bleeding into the global intelligence network.
Almost a year after Hiroto Minaka and Takami Sahashi claimed the wreck, the island facility was turned into a warzone. Various world governments, desperate to acquire the paradigm-shifting technology for themselves, launched covert, high-grade military assaults.
But MBI wasn't defenseless. They had the Disciplinary Squad.
On the ridge overlooking the burning remnants of an invading black-ops unit, Miya stood watch. She wore her squad uniform—a sleek, form-fitting black mini dress with a long, grey open coat that snapped sharply in the wind. Her nodachi rested on her shoulder, completely unstained by blood, despite the devastation around her.
Below her, the rest of the squad was finishing off the remnants of the invasion. Kazehana moved like a lethal gale, her wind blades slicing through heavy armored vehicles with terrifying ease. Mutsu's massive, earth-shattering strikes leveled the advancing infantry lines, while Matsu coordinated the entire battlefield from a secure overlook, her advanced hacking and tracking capabilities completely blinding the enemy's radar. Nearby, Karasuba was laughing, wiping her silver blade clean as tactical alarms continued to blare across the facility.
The View from Above
Hours before his boots ever touched the scorched dirt, Nolan floated in the absolute, freezing silence of low Earth orbit.
His arms were crossed over his chest, his cape drifting lazily in the vacuum of space as he looked down at the blue-and-green marble spinning beneath him. To any human observer, he would have been a speck of dust against the stars. To Nolan, the planet was merely a ledger waiting to be filled.
He was conducting a standard Viltrumite reconnaissance protocol. For days, he had intercepted terrestrial radio waves, mapped out population densities, and cataloged the planet's primitive infrastructure.
Atmosphere: breathable. Dominant sentients: physically negligible, he had initially noted in his mental log.
From everything he had gathered, humanity was a fragile, fractured species. They died from simple falls; they were entirely dependent on fossil fuels and clumsy, projectile-based weaponry. There were no planetary defense grids, no planetary conquerors, and certainly no biological anomalies capable of posing even a fraction of a threat to the Viltrum Empire. Infiltration would be simple. A few decades of integration, a carefully constructed alias, and he could hand the planet over on a silver platter.
But as he prepared to choose his point of entry, his super-vision caught a violent distortion near a secluded island chain in the Pacific. Nolan narrowed his gaze, his pupils adjusting instantly, zooming through layers of atmosphere until the clouds parted.
"What is this...?" he murmured to himself.
He had expected a routine, tribal conflict—human nations bickering over borders with their loud, inefficient artillery. Instead, his eyes locked onto a massive military clash surrounding a heavily fortified island facility. Various world governments had converged on the location, throwing thousands of elite black-ops soldiers, stealth jets, and heavily armored tanks into a desperate, coordinated assault.
But it wasn't the human military that made Nolan's posture go rigid. It was the defense.
On the ridges and beaches of the island, a handful of individuals were moving at speeds that defied the physical limitations of the human frame. Nolan watched in fascination as a woman in a sleek black dress and a long grey coat carved through armored division lines with a single blade, the sheer kinetic shockwaves of her movements flipping tanks like tin toys. Nearby, others manipulated wind, wielded devastating physical strength, and shattered tech networks with unnatural ease. A fifth woman moved in a psychotic, laughing blur of silver and blood, dispatching elite forces with effortless lethality.
Nolan's clinical boredom vanished, replaced by a sharp, calculating intensity.
He didn't know what these women were. From his orbit, they appeared human, yet they possessed abilities completely anomalous to the rest of the species he had analyzed. They were entirely different from the rest of mankind—a localized cluster of raw, exceptional power acting as a private vanguard. His imperial instincts, honed by centuries of conquest, flared to life. If he was going to evaluate this planet for the empire, he needed to investigate these specific specimens up close.
He didn't just want to observe them anymore. He wanted to know why they were different.
Nolan uncrossed his arms and angled his body downward. He waited, watching through the smoke as the last of the fractured international military forces broke formation and began a frantic, chaotic retreat from the island. The battle was over. The field was clear.
With a single, powerful thrust, Nolan broke orbit, turning himself into a kinetic spear as he plummeted straight toward the conflict zone.
MBI Base - Kamikure Island
Down in the primary command bunker, the telemetry screens suddenly went haywire. A massive, localized energy spike was tearing through the upper atmosphere, completely unrelated to the military jets they had been tracking.
Takami Sahashi stared at the vertical deceleration curve on her monitor, her jaw dropping. "Minaka... look at this. It's a completely different trajectory. It's coming from deep space, aiming right for the sector adjacent to the first crash site."
Minaka stared at the screen, his usual eccentric smirk freezing for a fraction of a second before twisting into a look of absolute, manic wonder. He threw his arms wide, laughing hysterically.
"Ha! Marvelous! Tell me, Takami—what are the chances of us having two alien crafts in one lifetime? The universe is throwing a festival, and MBI is the host!"
"We don't know what it is," Takami warned, her voice tight with stress. "The international forces are still retreating. We can't handle another unknown variable."
Minaka adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming. He tapped his comms link, patching directly through to the ridge. "Miya, my lethal black bird! A new guest has just crashed in Sector 4. Go investigate. Do not engage in a fight initially. Let us see what kind of traveler has knocked on our door."
Miya didn't reply over the radio. She simply closed her eyes, felt the heavy, vibrating thrum of the new impact, and vanished into a blur of kinetic speed.
The crater in Sector 4 was choked with ionized dust and the smell of burning ozone.
Nolan stood in the center of the wreckage, floating exactly three inches above the scorched earth. He brushed a speck of terrestrial ash off his white-and-red chest emblem, his cape billowing gently in the heat. His expression was one of mild, clinical boredom.
A presence was approaching. It wasn't the clumsy, lumbering speed of the human military forces he had observed from orbit, but a precise, lethal velocity.
A silhouette broke through the curtain of dust. It was Miya. Her grey open coat whipped around her black dress as she landed without making a sound, her boots resting on the jagged edge of the crater.
Following Minaka's orders, she didn't draw her sword. She simply watched him. But inside her chest, something was violently tearing itself open. For her entire existence, Miya had been the untouchable leader of her squad. Her genetic code was a lock that no human could ever hope to fit.
But looking at this man floating in the crater, her Sekirei crest burned like liquid fire. A powerful, terrifying warmth flooded her veins, commanding every cell in her body to bow, to serve, to belong. It wasn't a gentle, romantic pull. It was a brutal, overwhelming biological imperative.
It felt like a predator recognizing its mate.
"What... are you?" Miya whispered, her voice trembling for the first time in her life.
Nolan's bored expression vanished. He dropped those three inches to the ground, his boots thudding against the dirt. Deep within his own Viltrumite physiology, a foreign chemical reaction had just triggered. Viltrumites were genetically hardwired to seek out premium, compatible life forms to propagate their empire's bloodline, and the moment this woman looked at him, his synapses fired with a fierce, intoxicating clarity.
He didn't know her biology, but he recognized her as the woman he had been watching from space.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Nolan said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register. He took a step forward, his eyes locking onto hers. "What did you just do to my mind? Some kind of localized telepathic frequency?"
"I did nothing," Miya said, forcing her stance to remain rigid as she tried to master the sudden chaos in her veins. "My body... it reacts to you. I am Miya. My kind calls someone who triggers this reaction an Ashikabi."
Before the conversation could go further, a manic laugh echoed from the dust. Karasuba had ignored the orders to stay back, trailing Miya to the crash site. Her eyes gleamed with psychotic anticipation as she drew her blade.
"Oh, look at that! #01 found a new toy!" Karasuba laughed, pointing her sword at Nolan. "Hey, space-boy! Try to resist, okay? I want to see what color your blood is!"
"Karasuba, step down," Miya commanded, her voice dropping into a dangerous, low warning. "Minaka's orders were clear. Do not engage."
But the Black Sekirei didn't care. With a wild grin, Karasuba vanished in a blur of speed, her blade whistling through the air as she lunged directly past Miya, aiming straight for Nolan's throat.
Nolan didn't blink.
CLANG.
The sound was like a church bell striking an anvil. Karasuba's reinforced steel blade shattered into a hundred glittering fragments against Nolan's bare neck. Before she could even register the shock, Nolan's hand shot out, catching her by the throat and lifting her off the ground with casual ease.
"Insects," Nolan muttered, his fingers tightening.
"Stop!" Miya roared.
A massive, localized shockwave of pure energy erupted from Miya's body, shattering the nearby rocks and forcing Nolan to take a half-step back to maintain his footing. He looked at Miya, his eyebrows raising in genuine appreciation. She didn't just move air, he realized. She warped the kinetic field. She's incredibly strong.
"I told you, do not engage," Miya breathed, her eyes glowing with an eerie light as she stepped between them. To he man she said "Drop her. If you kill her, Ashikabi or not, I will destroy you."
Nolan looked at the choking Karasuba, then back to Miya. He let go, letting the Black Sekirei collapse into the dirt. He stepped over her, approaching Miya until he was standing just inches away.
Karasuba hit the ground hard, coughing violently as her hands flew to her bruised throat. But as she drew in a ragged breath, the spite and fury in her eyes suddenly fractured.
A violent, localized tremor rippled across her back. Beneath the fabric of her uniform, her Sekirei crest began to thrum, throwing off an intense, burning heat that made her gasp. It wasn't the pain of her injury—it was a sudden, intoxicating chemical flood rushing straight to her nervous system. Her pupils dilated instantly, her vision swimming as the biological imperative of the Ashikabi bond finally locked onto Nolan's proximity.
For Karasuba, the reaction didn't bring a sense of peace; it brought a euphoric, terrifying rush of adrenaline. She trembled, her fingers clawing into the dirt as she stared up at Nolan, a breathless, entirely involuntary laugh escaping her lips. He was the first thing in existence she couldn't cut—the ultimate, unbreakable wall—and her body was screaming at her to either destroy him or be utterly consumed by him.
Nolan stepped over her, dismissing her trembling form for a moment as he approached Miya until he was standing just inches away.
"I was monitoring this planet from orbit before I landed," Nolan said smoothly, adopting a calm, diplomatic tone to ease her hostility. "I observed your battle against those military forces. Frankly, I thought mankind was entirely fragile and unexceptional—until I saw you and your squad. Your abilities are far beyond anything else on this world. I chose to land here because I wanted to know more about you."
He offered a reassuring, tailored smile. "My name is Nolan. I am an emissary from a world far beyond this one, sent to learn about Earth and see what it has to offer."
Miya's eyes widened slightly, her defensive posture softening just a fraction in surprise. "An emissary... from another world? Then you truly are like us."
Nolan tilted his head, his interest sharpening. "Like you?"
"I am not from this planet either," Miya explained, looking toward the horizon where the main MBI facility lay. "My kind arrived here long ago, resting in slumber until we were recently awakened. We are entirely different from humans."
Nolan's mind raced, processing this massive revelation. A hidden species of extraordinary, non-human entities living right under the radar. The potential was staggering. He reached out, his large, calloused hand gently cupping her chin. The touch sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lightning through both of them, cementing the biological pull into their very DNA.
"Then it seems we both have much to discuss, Miya," Nolan said softly, his silver tongue adapting perfectly to the prize before him. "Let us learn about each other's worlds. Together."
Miya stared at him, the biological imperative thrumming fiercely through her core. As the smoke of the battlefield cleared around them, the leader of the Disciplinary Squad knew her destiny was now irrevocably bound to the traveler from the stars.
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