Site-31

0000 hours, 7 weeks post Incident 8929-01

Earth 0330

Current Conditions: Super Typhoon

In the choppy seas and heavy rain and thunder of SCP-8929-5, a completely black Alaska Class Battlecruiser slowly made its way in it had been stripped of its 12 inch main guns, its secondaries, and its various Anti-Air guns and was fitted with rail guns and turrets that could fire anomalous shells with the third turret being replaced by some kind of disk connected to a haphazardly placed lightning tower. It was named SCPS-Discovery, it was sent in to test out what the scientists in the Foundation called the Spore Drive. It was meant to provide a safe passage in and out of whatever dimension Striders 5 and 6 ended up in. Behind it was SCPS Shield, the former USS Yorktown (CG-48) which had been bought by the SCP Foundation from the US Navy, it had been called away from its hunt for SCP-4217 to help with the 8929 experiments.

The Battlecruiser entered the storm crashing against the brutally tall waves and charging through the strong winds, it disappeared from the Shield's field of view, burst of red and yellow lightning suddenly connect, highlighting at least 5 instances of 8929, making the cameraman on SCPS Shield take a picture as the Yorktown charged in to help the Discovery the scene freezing on the black and white picture highlighting numerous SCP's as a doctor comes up as a background voice.

Doctor Aoste: "Incident 8929-02. While attempting an experiment, the SCPS Discovery and SCPS Shield ran into multiple instances of SCP-8929 hiding in the storm, the instances were hostile and attacked both the Discovery and the Shield." he reported, "Both Discovery and Shield survived alongside the Spore Drive...no relation to Star Trek, but both suffered heavy damage and are laid up in port for the time being."

Another photo of the incident showed pictures of the battle from the Discovery's bridge as it fired its railguns.

Doctor Aoste: "Furthermore, the Spore Drive's components were heavily damaged during the skirmish....it will take nearly half a year to fix." he continued, "Captain Esdeath of the USS Enterprise and the other members of Strider Squadron will...not be pleased at the delay. The instances encountered shall be numbered SCP-8929-6 through SCP-8929-10....we do not know as of this moment how many more there are and we are beginning to doubt Strider 5 and Strider 6 are even alive."

As he says this, another photo comes into frame, that of one of the unknown girls attacking the Discovery, it looked to be a young, purple haired girl wearing a slightly oversized white dress and holding a plush Unicorn with British Carrier Flight Decks on her back, the picture was labeled SCP-8929-7, and she appeared to have a glitching chip.

Doctor Aoste: "But, there was some good news in all of this, while most of the hostile instances escaped, SCP-8929-7 was captured, the Captain of the Discovery suspects something went wrong and she was abandoned." he reported, "Instance seems more approachable upon reawakening at Site 31, suspect mind-controlling chip on neck due to burn mark and fresh skin in the area, subject seems to have befriended SCP-999, SCP-682, and somehow SCP-173 after being dumped into the containment cell of the latter pair during an experiment between 682 and 173, Soldiers who did this have been reprimanded and demoted to D-Class."

A picture of the young girl cuddling with a massive zombie-like lizard and a statue was then shown, the girl seemed to be happy in her spot and the pair of entities around her seemed to be protecting her.

Doctor Aoste: "Should be time to begin interrogation of SCP-8929-7, will update logs once finished." he said, clicking a button and turning the recorder off.

A few minutes past midnight, Dr Aoste, plate of cookies in hand and escorted by a pair of Foundation Guards, walked through the Keter Class hallway containing some of the most dangerous Anomalous Beings in the Foundation, some were moved in from other sites whilst said sites were refurbished. Finally, the Doctor came up to SCP-8929-7's containment cell and the guards open the door. Inside, the girl was cuddling her plushie unicorn, trying to calm herself down and when the door suddenly opened she started backing away, scared.

Doctor Aoste: "It's ok little one, I am not here to hurt you." he said, setting down the plate of cookies and leaving the guards outside, "If you answer my questions and don't try to kill me, the Foundation may mark you as Safe and let you help the Foundation."

SCP-8929-7: "O-ok..." she whimpered, getting up and taking a seat opposite, "Wh-what do you want from me mister....?"

Doctor Aoste: "Just your name, where you're from, and who you were sailing with a few moments ago." he replied.

SCP-8929-7: "Ok....I-I'm HMS Unicorn, a Support Aircraft Carrier of Royal Navy....me, Javelin, Laffey, Atlanta, and Belfast were sent through the storm to...see what was on the other side...." she trailed off.

Doctor Aoste: "I'm...sorry?" he questioned, "How are you as Naval Vessel?"

Unicorn: "I-...I am a Kansen...the manifestation of the soul of a ship." she replied, hugging her Unicorn Plushie even tighter, "Me and....everyone I fight with on the other side of the storm are the same in that..."

Doctor Aoste: "Interesting....tell me, have their been any rumors of a pair of Fighter Pilots on the other side amongst you....Kansen?" he asked.

Unicorn: "No....thanks to the Neural Link..." she whimpered, tearing up, "I couldn't feel....anything with that chip on my neck.....a-and it felt so lonely....s-s-so....trapped......th-then....while I was fighting you...something happened and....I was...free."

Doctor Aoste: "Concerning...." he trailed off, jotting down some notes, "have there been rumors amongst....aviators? Leaders? Those people?"

Unicorn: "Mhm....a-apparently near the Sakura Empire a...fighter jet, much better than the Mirage 2000's and F-4 Phantoms we use has appeared....piloted by an Ace and his heckling...w-...w-.....wizzo...?" she replied, unsure of her words, "My leader...kept calling them the...Solo-Tail Super...Hornet...or....something whenever he came out of the hangars...."

Doctor Aoste immediately brighten up at this, knowing he just got confirmation of Strider 5 surviving.

Doctor Aoste: "Ok, any idea where they are now?" he asked, excitedly.

Unicorn: "N-....no..." she whimpered.

Immediately Aoste's mood dropped and his head made contact with the table.

Ramstein-Miesenbach, Southern Ironblood

2300 hours

Earth 8447

Current Conditions: Clear

It was a quiet night in the town of Ramstein-Miesenbach...well, as quiet as it can be, some bars were still open and drunken parties were raging as the night was still relatively young. In one of said bars, Andy was completely sober, drinking some Iced Tea while keeping a leash on Prez, making sure that none of the drunks tried to make any moves on his WSO.

Andy: "Why did I expect this to be the outcome of the night?" he questioned, holding Prez by the scruff of her shirt.

Drunk Aviator: "Hey Cutie.~ You come round here often?~" he asked, hiccupping and giggling as he did.

Andy: "Piss off." he growled, kicking the guy in the nuts.

Drunk Aviator: "Ow! Ok...noted...." he whimpered, limping away with his tail in between his legs.

As he limped off Prez turned to him, cheeks very very red indicating that she was rather drunk.

Prez: "Oh come on Bullet..." she slurred, "Le's live a lil..."

Andy: "If it were amongst people we knew then I would've allowed you more leeway but alas we aren't among people we know so I am keeping you on a much tighter leash than normal." he deadpanned, possessively hugging Prez closer.

Prez: "Hmph...you're like my dad..." she pouted.

Andy: "I may as well be your dad, seeing as he isn't here." he retorted.

Prez pouted even more at this, crossing her arms and grabbing another drink, downing it with ease....before proceeding to fall unconscious.

Andy: "Can I get a check please?" he asked, raising his hand.

Bartender: "Alright, you sure you wanna pay for it though?" he asked, handing him the bill.

Andy looked it over, sighed and pulled out a bunch of Gold Coins with Navy Crosses on them.

Andy: "Will these work?" he asked.

The Bartender got them, inspected them, and nodded.

Bartender: "Yeah, these'll work, your free to go." he said.

Andy nodded in thanks before grabbing Prez and carrying her away and towards the dorms, in said dorms, he found that there were 2 beds in a rather large room with quite a bit of space.

Andy: "Definitely gonna abuse that later." he muttered.

As Andy let go of Prez to let her sprawl out on her own bed and sleep off her drunken state...she didn't fall, instead she kept a firm grip on her pilot's shoulders and was not letting go anytime soon. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Andy decided to just roll with it, lying down and cuddling with Prez and falling asleep. As he did a content smile creeped onto Prez's face as she fully lost consciousness and went to sleep. 

Ironblood Dorms

0600 hours

Current Conditions: Clear

That morning, Prez woke up, groaning in pain as a hangover roared in her head, nearby was Andy with a glass of warm water and some cup noodles in the microwave.

Andy: "Morning Sleeping Beauty, you sleep well?" he asked, offering her the glass.

Prez: "I slept pretty well, thanks Bullet." she smiled, taking the glass and drinking before taking a whiff of the air, "Hey, what's that smell?"

Andy: "I've got some comfort foods cooking, the Cup Noodles are for me." he explained, walking back to the kitchen.

Prez: "Oh? When'd you learn to cook Bullet?" she asked.

Andy: "I took some lessons from Count, made some omelets, I think they turned out pretty great." he replied.

Prez: "I can smell that." she giggled, getting up and following the smell, "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

Andy: "Bit of maintenance, bit of upgrading, few meals, bit of exploring, and a lot of exploring." he replied.

Prez made it into the kitchen finding an omelet on a plate, dressed and ready for her to eat as Andy grabbed the cup noodles out of the microwave.

Prez: "Damn, all this for lil ol me?" she asked, teasingly.

Andy: "Yup, anything to help my WSO get over her hangover." he replied, taking a seat, "Let's finish this all up and get a move on with our day."

Prez: "Right." she nodded.

The pair dug into their food eagerly, savoring every bite whilst making some idle conversation about this and that. Once their food was finished they made their way to the hangars where they found their Super Hornet, sitting happy under its hangar's roof as they approached, ready to upgrade and give it a tune up.

Andy: "Ok, what do you wanna upgrade first Prez?" he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Prez: "Well, I wanna strengthen some of the Hard Points just to make sure that whatever weapons the Siren cook up for us can be carried." she replied, unzipping the top of her flight suit and freeing her tank top, "We should also be able to give the engines a bit of extra umph, maybe even strengthen those hydraulic lines a little more so what tracer makes it through the armor doesn't pose too much if a threat."

Andy: "Alright then, you take the lead, I'll ride your coattails." he said, getting the toolbox and some parts from a corner of the hangar.

Prez: "Alright then, let's get to work." she grinned, grabbing some tools and beginning to take apart the engine cowling.

Andy nodded and joined Prez in the job of taking their mighty machine apart to work on the engine. A few hours in and the plane was in pieces, its parts scattered about as its pilot and WSO worked on every possible part, trying to make sure absolutely everything was performing well beyond any expectation for an F/A-18, Prez was taking a drink and drying her sweat just outside of the hangar when a familiar face teleported over. 

Purifier: "I see that the pair of you are busy." she noted. 

Prez: "Yup, just making sure that we can face Project: Wingman on our own." she said, taking another drink, "So, what's up?" 

Purifier: "Bismarck is calling the both of ya and not telling any of us shit." she replied, "I think I pissed her off so I think you should hurry on over." 

Prez: "Of course..." she sighed, turning back towards the inside of the hangar, "Hey Bullet! You hear?" 

Andy: "Yup! I heard!" he yelled, "Let's just lock up the hangar and head over to the locker, make ourselves presentable!" 

Prez: "Good idea!" she called. 

After a bit of fiddling with the padlock and a bit of chatting with Purifier, the pair were guided away as Alex arrived on the airfield heading towards his hangar to grab his Corsair. 

Command Building, Ironblood

0745 hours

Current Conditions: Mostly Clear

Bismarck was in her office, drowning in paperwork. The Admiral before Andy, Alex, and Prez arrived had died honorably fighting the Eagle Union and Royal Navy blockade of Ironblood ports at the helm of his flagship.....her, thus she was acting Admiral while another one could be sourced...somehow, that alone would be easier said than done the Naval Officers School had no more officers to churn out because most in the population were against war at this point and were considering surrendering thus they weren't allowed into the school to begin with since the shipgirls weren't too keen on this path. The very thought that the citizens she helped protect would throw her and her fleetmates under the war machine of the Allies like that just made Bismarck growl. 

A knock to the old wooden door however broke her out of her angered stupor, quickly regaining her early composure, straightening up, clearing her throat, and putting her pen down. 

Bismarck: "Come in." she said. 

The door opened to allow Andy and Prez in, they both walked a short distance to the front of her deck before saluting. 

Andy: "You asked for us ma'am?" he asked, 

Bismarck: "Yes, I asked for both of you." she replied, getting up, "As you know, the Admiral who commanded us against our foes died at my helm during an attempt to break the blockade currently starving us of much needed supplies. So, as acting Admiral, I need my best men and women to guide my fleets into battle, as of right now I have a fleet of Eagle Union Heavy Hitters and some Sakura Empire Heavy Hitters with no one to guide them, thus as I did with Alex earlier today, I shall put you 2 in charge of this fleet." 

Andy: "Wait wait wait, slow down ma'am." he said, suddenly, "You wanna put us in charge of a fleet?!" 

Prez: "Yeah! I barely took charge of 3 idiots!" she yelled. 

Andy: "Hey!" he yelled. 

Prez: "Wasn't talking about you Bullet." she deadpanned. 

Andy: "Then who the hell else were you talking about?" he demanded. 

Prez: "I......don't...know...?" she replied, trying to search her memory for what the hell she was referring to. 

Andy: ".....What?!" he yelled, confused. 

Bismarck: "Ahem! Anyway, why are you so against this Andy?" she asked. 

Andy: "Well...last time I led anything was in Senior High School and....it...didn't exactly go too well." he replied, slightly embarrassed at his memory. 

Bismarck: "Well, frankly, I can't care less, you are both my best pilots and I have seen how you both can fight, I need you on the frontlines and while you are capable against both Kansen and Pilots, you are better utilized against the latter thus you need something to occupy the former during a battle." she explained, "The most efficient way to do this is to have you command this fleet, so when you solely are needed you can have them as your retreat point, a buffer zone if things get too hairy and your wingman isn't close by and when they solely are necessary you can provide close air support to make sure that they will be successful and bring back a few more Kansen who have turned." 

Prez: "Well....I guess we can't argue with sound logic." she groaned. 

Andy: "We'll do it." he sighed. 

Bismarck: "Excellent." she said, "Your fleet is in the harbor, that is all." 

The pair of pilots salute before walking off towards the docks to meet their fleet. 

Prez: "So, how did you get that leader role in Senior High?" she asked.

Andy: "Well..." he trailed off.

San Beda College Alabang

Wednesday, 1000 hours

Current Conditions: Clear

A much younger Andy and one of his classmates just arrived back to class from a routine guidance interview and called someone else to go for the interview. While they were gone, their class had gone over the perspectives of Disaster Analysis and were doing a group project to prove they had learned....and the pair that just arrived had no idea what the fuck was happening. 

Science Teacher: "Alright class, who will be our leaders?" he asked. 

Rest of Class: "Mandy!/Sky!/Emman!" they all yelled. 

Friend 1: "Andy!" he suddenly yelled. 

Andy: "Wha-!? No! Hey!" he shouted. 

Science Teacher: "Alright then." he said. 

Andy: "Keith you fu-!" he yelled. 

Ironblood Docks

0800 hours

Current Conditions: Mostly Clear

At the docks, the pair arrive to see many familiar and unfamiliar ships sizzling happily. The kansen of these vessels were idly chatting away with each other until they heard Prez laughing at an indignant Andy. 

Prez: "So you just had to go with it?" she laughed. 

Andy: "There was no arguing." he retorted, "I was chosen already and there were no other candidates so I just had to go with it..." 

Prez just laughed harder at this. When they finally reached the docks, New Jersey greets them with caution, still not quite her bubbly self just yet.

New Jersey: "Um....are you our new Commanders?" she asked, nervously. 

Prez: "Yup, just got told by Bismarck a few minutes ago." she replied, "You are?" 

New Jersey: "B-B-....I-I mean...USS New Jersey, Iowa Class Battleship....sorry, still getting used to having my name back." she stuttered. 

Andy: "All cool NJ." he said, patting her shoulder, "Can you lead us to your fleet mates?" 

New Jersey: "Yes sir." she nodded, "The others should be just this way." 

Andy nodded and followed NJ with Prez swift on Andy's heels. A short walk later, the pair of pilots were in front of a group of chatting kansen, minding their own business but when they noticed their new Commanders they all stiffened up and saluted...albeit Shinano doing so drowsily. 

Andy: "At ease, all of ya." he said, "Sound off, names and classes, we'll sound off once all of you are done." 

Prez: "You can start any order, but I prefer if you guys go Destroyer to Carrier." she added. 

Z23: "Well, if you wish, it shall be so Commander." she said, sharply saluting, "I am KMS Z23, a Type 1936A Destroyer of Ironblood." 

Ayanami: "I am IJN Ayanami, Improved Fubuki Class Destroyer of the Sakura Empire." she said, saluting sharply as well. 

Fubuki: "Heya!~ I'm IJN Fubuki, lead ship of the Fubuki Class Destroyers, also from Sakura Empire." she said, saluting much more casually. 

Cleveland: "Hey there Commander, USS Cleveland of the Cleveland Class Light Cruisers." she said, happily saluting. 

Helena: "U-um, hello Commander, I am USS Helena of the Brooklyn Class Light Cruisers." she said, hugging close to Cleveland. 

Atago: "Good morning Shikikans.~" she sang, "I am IJN Atago of the Takao Class Heavy Cruisers ready to take care of you!~" 

Takao: "Best not ignore her Shikikans, I am IJN Takao, lead ship of the Takao Class Heavy Cruisers." she said, holding her technically younger sister back, "Just...try not to fall into her hugs, unless you want a rib or 2 ending up broken." 

Prez: "Uh....noted..." she trailed off, slightly concerned. 

Guam: "Hello there Commanders, name's USS Guam, second of the Alaska Class Large Cruisers!~" she sang, saluting playfully, "Though if ya wanna call me a Battlecruiser or a Super Cruiser, that's fine too!~" 

Graf Spee: "KMS Admiral Graf Spee, second of the Deutschland Class Battlecruiser." she said, saluting crisply.

New Jersey: "You know me already sir and ma'am." she said, humbly. 

Musashi: "I am IJN Musashi," she said in a motherly tone whilst hugging New Jersey, "second ship of the Yamato Class Battleships, I do hope we get along well Commanders." 

Andy: "Knowing your class's reputation and armament, I hope the same, I would not wanna be on the other end of those 18.1 inch rifles." he chuckled. 

Musashi giggled in amusement at this before the pair of pilots turned to the last Kansen in the line up....who was asleep. 

Musashi: "Ahem, Shinano-Chan." she said, clearing her throat and nudging her younger sister. 

Shinano: "Hm....?" she hummed, waking up, "I am IJN Shinano Shikikans.....third of the Yamato Class.......take care of me...." 

Prez: "Sleepy type?" she asked. 

Musashi: "Yes, but when she sleeps she has the tendency of being able to read the future." she replied, "So, letting her sleep is often a wise move." 

Andy: "I see, I pray that doesn't include during battle." he said. 

Musashi: "Heavens no." she assured, "Whenever there is a sortie or a battle she will always be awake and active, helping the fleet succeed." 

Andy: "Good to hear." he nodded, "Now, as for us, I am Lieutenant Francis Yan, I prefer going as Andy but in the air I am referred to as Bullet." 

Cleveland: "Why's that sir?" she asked. 

Andy: "Um....." he trailed off, "I was dared to fly an F-86 Sabre as fast as I could in a nose dive, I managed to hit Mach 1.8 before it began disintegrating, when I finally decided to eject it was going Mach 2.98 and continued disintegrating before pancaking into the ground....it was not my proudest moment....got me a sick nickname though." 

Helena: "I see." she giggled. 

Prez: "As for me, I'm Robin Kuo, this guy's Weapon Systems Officer. in the air and on the ground I like to be called Prez." she said, leaning against Andy. 

Z23: "It is nice to meet you Kommandants." she nodded, "Now, what are your first orders?" 

Andy: "Well...seeing as we are not needed for combat at the moment, I think we can spend a day breaking the ice, me and Prez need to work on our plane, bring it out for a test fly to make sure we've installed all the systems properly, and then we'll head into town for a bit of messing around." he replied, "You girls are more than welcome to join in on both activities and then if possible, we can run a few training exercises." 

Guam: "Sounds like a plan Commander!~" she sang. 

Prez: "Well, that'll be all ladies, if you have any mechanical skills, follow me and Andy over to the hangars, we can use the help." she instructed. 

With a nod of acknowledgement the pair were followed by Cleveland heading towards the hangars while the others walked into the town to explore a little. 

Heaven

???? Hours

Current Conditions: Absolutely Fucking Perfect!~

In a realm above the transdimensional stage which was in a constant state of clear, bright perfection sat on top of an island of clouds lay the Kingdom of Heaven, it was connected to all universes very loosely, allowing blessings to be given and the dead that pass Heaven's requirements to enter via the Pearly Gates. But, while the Angels, Seraphim, Cherubs, Exorcists, Virtuous Souls, Saints, and Archangels were living their lives as normal, one of the Seraphim wasn't too pleased by what she had very recently learned about the Yearly trip down to the Neighboring Kingdom of Hell. 

Sera: "Emily, please, you must understand..." she tried reasoning. 

Emily: "No! Sera, the people of Hell have already been damned to eternity down there! Why must we go down and kill them again and not suffer the consequences?!" she protested. 

Adam: "Because it's fucking amazing!" he yelled. 

Lute: "It's glorious!" she piped up, grinning. 

Emily: "It's wrong!" she yelled, "Peter! Back me up on this!" 

St Peter: "I-I'm sorry Emily, but I have no say in what happens in this case, I don't outrank him!" he said, trying to find a place to hide. 

Emily groaned, annoyed at this before flying off, sharing one last hateful glance with Adam. As she flew off, Adam scoffed and turned to the much older Sera. 

Adam: "That one needs to be put on some kind of fucking leash." he said, pointing squarely at Emily, "I mean seriously, who the fuck is she to challenge me?" 

Sera: "We outrank you Adam." she growled, "She is well in her rights to challenge you. That being said, she needs to learn that not all sinners are redeemable....thus, I shall make a few arrangements to send her down to one of the Earths." 

St. Peter: "You're gonna pop her innocence bubble?" he asked, peeking out from behind a door, "But....she'll never be the same with it burst." 

Sera: "I know, but we must not have any form of in fighting within our ranks, especially if your recent reports are correct." she said, turning to Adam. 

Adam: "Uh-huh, one of the sinful bastards down there killed one of my exterminators." he said, nodding, "Can't have an angel stopping us now that they know how to kill angels." 

Sera sighed at this, dismissing the Exterminators and St. Peter with a simple wave before flying off to begin making the necessary arrangements to send Emily down to the mortal realm. 

A/N: Aaaand, DONE! Thank you so much for reading this chapter, if you're wondering, the angels at the end of the chapter appear in Hazbin Hotel's 6th Episode, in supporting roles, they will help the main cast and make the term 'Dance With the Angels' from one of the Ace Combat games a very literal one. I'll properly introduce them into the story next time, hopefully before the Month is up. The SCP storyline is also getting slightly expanded with the introduction of SCPS Discovery(who is a direct parallel to USS Discovery NCC-1031 and will have a similar relationship as NCC-1031 and USS Enterprise NCC-1701), SCPS Shield, the containment of HMS Unicorn, etc. dieHero, you're up, what're your thoughts? It took some searching but I think it goes together nicely. See you all next time.

Bonus:

https://youtu.be/a9s6FRLNJAo

https://youtu.be/X0zgRIhkADQ

Songs featuring Sera, Emily, Adam, Lute, and St. Peter