Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Kuramochi Youichi Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: Space Opera AU Word Count: 1629 Remix Permission: Yes!
Somehow this went from a heist story to something else entirely. Fun prompt!
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The alarms were going off, red lights flashing, echoing through the massive hanger full of the Realm’s newest space bombers. They all had twin singularity drives which made them the fastest ships in the galaxy. Miyuki adjusted his glasses for automatic zoom and switched the aperture controls in his eyes to blink mode.
“You ready?” whispered Kuramochi.
“Yeah. How much time do we have?”
“Less than five minutes after the alarms turn off.”
“Anything you can guarantee?”
Kuramochi consulted his antique chronometer, frowning. “I can guarantee 4 minutes, 18 seconds.”
They were on a double-bind mission to get intel on the bombers and take down the cruiser which housed them but Miyuki hadn’t expected the bombers to be built already. Kuramochi wondered how many Modifieds they’d used to work on them. Even by Realm standards the cost must have been exorbitant.
Kuramochi had worked out that it would take Miyuki about three minutes to reach the rendezvous point once he was done getting the data on the bombers while dealing with at least two hundred Modified soldiers. The Realm’s advances into outfitting humans with military grade quanta implants in both their brains AND their bodies meant that they were far more advanced than any other weaponized government in the galaxy.
“I’m thinking this job was a bad idea,” said Kuramochi.
“You’re telling me this now?” said Miyuki turning to look at him. Miyuki’s pupils dilated as they adjusted for his close proximity, something Kuramochi always found unnerving.
“I didn’t want to dissuade you since you were so fired up about it. And I will admit that it’s been a few months since we’ve had a job this complex. And fun.”
Miyuki glanced around them but the hanger was still quiet except the alarm. “You mean a job that pays this well?”
“Hey, I know you get tired of staying on our world and testing security systems. There’s nothing interesting about that.”
Their client had come to them as a last resort having tried all the conventional ways such as sending in their operatives, bribery, ambassador visits, and summit talks but nothing worked. The Realm would not give up its secrets. The client had requested a 100% success rate and had wanted to send their own men with them but Miyuki and Kuramochi always worked alone.
The yellow alarm lights started flashing.
“Get ready,” said Kuramochi, consulting his chronometer. Miyuki was going through his last minute equipment check, touching his blaster and laser knife.
“Don’t forget to switch on your thought messaging app. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous point in a few.”
Kuramochi nodded, glancing up from his chronometer. “Remember to jump the Bright Line.”
Miyuki grinned. Kuramochi would feel his partner’s heart rate speeding up on their shared vital signs comm, making him catch his breath. Damn adrenaline junkie lived for this kind of thing.
Kuramochi slipped on his specially modified space goggles making sure they locked into place behind his ears and turned on the messaging app. At that moment the lights in the hanger went out. It was so dark that the only thing you could see were the stars and the empty vacuum of space through the huge windows but Miyuki had modified his glasses and Kuramochi’s goggles so they could see in the darkest of situations. “Even into the abyss,” Miyuki had joked.
Miyuki slipped past him, moving towards the first bomber. They only had two bombers to collect data from though Miyuki had enough resources to accommodate up to five different types of ships.
Kuramochi went in the opposite direction towards the huge hanger door. He’d managed to override most of the ship’s fail safe systems, such as emergency lighting, infrared and motion detectors, and even the doors leading in and out of the hanger. Sure, there were only a handful of people in the galaxy that had those kind of skills but he was one of them. “That’s why they pay us the big bucks,” he muttered.
Kuramochi switched his visuals to systems mode to make sure everything was in place and working properly. He glanced at his chronometer. Two minutes had passed. Miyuki’s breathing was steady, a good sign. He could hear pounding at the doors on the other side of the hanger then the edges to one of them started glowing red. The Modifieds were trying to break through with heat lasers.
“Miyuki, don’t look, but the doors.” Kuramochi sent the thought message through their secure line.
“We still on schedule?”
“Yup.”
Thought message technology was brand new but Miyuki had gotten them outfitted with it even though it was hugely expensive. He had to admit being able to send his partner messages just by thinking them had big advantages.
He saw another door at the far end of the hanger glowing red. They were trying to get through two of the doors now but still hadn’t broken through.
“Almost done, ‘Mochi.”
Kuramochi blushed and tried to force down a smile. He loved it when Miyuki called him that.
“I felt that,” Miyuki teased.
“Shut up and get your ass down here, pretty boy.” Kuramochi sent the thought and then felt a deep tickling in his chest. Miyuki was laughing, lighting up the vital signs comm in his goggles.
A crash. And a bright light at the far end of the hanger. Modifieds were streaming into the hanger.
“Your timing calculations are right on schedule, like always,” said Miyuki. This time he actually spoke the compliment. Kuramochi planted his feet and switched to combat mode on his goggles.
The power came on and Kuramochi looked up to see, and feel, his partner running towards him. He glanced down at the Bright Line in front of him and backed away, pulling out his blaster and firing at every Modified trying to kill his partner. There was a huge service container behind them. They were going to use it for cover.
Miyuki came charging at him full speed, his eyes focused and narrowed. In the last possible second, he jumped the Bright Line and two men grabbed each other, sliding behind the container.
The sound of the blasters stopped and a single set of footsteps approached. “There’s nowhere for you to go,” yelled the commander. “You’re never going to make it! If you come out now, we promised to let one of you live.”
“Live in slavery,” muttered Miyuki. He looked at Kuramochi. “Time for a retreat?”
“Yeah, I would say so.” His partner was still pressed up against him. Kuramochi would never admit it but he did like it on the occasions where this kind of close proximity was necessary.
“On my count, then, three, two, one.”
Kuramochi pressed the detonator and the Bright Line exploded sending a wall of blinding light up to the ceiling of the hanger, effectively locking out the Modifieds. Kuramochi’s goggles had switched to flight mode as Miyuki uncloaked their stealth monoship near the huge hanger doors.
Miyuki was running up the ramp. “‘Mochi, come ON!” he yelled out loud.
“Checking one last thing, just fire up the engines.” He send the thought out and didn’t wait for a response. Miyuki’s heart was hammering but the engines turned on.
Kuramochi approached the wall of light after adjusting the glare on his goggles. The Modifieds were yelling and firing at the wall but having no luck with getting through. He readjusted the structural integrity of the wall and then backed up a few steps before turning to run up the ramp.
“What were you doing?” said Miyuki from the cockpit. He was so agitated that he wasn’t sitting down yet.
“Making some modifications,” he said sliding into the seat. “We have to destroy the ship, Kazuya. 100% success rate, remember? Now sit your gorgeous ass down.”
Miyuki dropped into the seat and Kuramochi swiped the main navigation screen a couple of times. “Ready?”
“Sure am,” said Miyuki, his smile was enough to light up several planets. Kuramochi refused to be distracted.
“They should be almost through. As soon as they puncture through the wall, we’ll blow the hanger doors. After that, we have less than 10 seconds to fly out of here.”
“Sure they won’t use a tractor beam?” said Miyuki.
“I’ve already disabled it,” said Kuramochi with a huge grin.
“God, you’re amazing,” said Miyuki. “I think I’m falling in love with you, ‘Mochi. Have told you that before?”
“Yeah, every week since we won our first war game in high school,” Kuramochi grumbled.
There was a distinctive screech, like glass being stretched under cold temperatures. The Modifieds had managed to puncture through the wall of light. Kuramochi pressed the button on the screen, blowing the hanger doors. At the same time, Miyuki hit the accelerator. The stealth ship slammed Kuramochi back in his seat, stretching the skin on his face, then threw him forward as Miyuki reversed the ship suddenly so they could get into position behind the blast breaker zone.
The cruiser exploded behind them, allowing Miyuki to surf the wave blast out of there. It was a tricky maneuver but nothing was more thrilling.
Kuramochi sat back in his co-pilot’s chair. “That was pretty cool.”
“What, the wave?”
“No, you. You had the idea of setting up the explosion by retreating.”
“Yeah, but it would have never worked if you hadn’t thought of using the Bright Line and counting on the Mods to try to break through it.”
Kuramochi waved his hand. “It goes without saying, we’re awesome.”
Miyuki laughed, a sound Kuramochi would live and die for. He relaxed for the ride home.
FILL: Team Daiya, T
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Space Opera AU
Word Count: 1629
Remix Permission: Yes!
Somehow this went from a heist story to something else entirely. Fun prompt!
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The alarms were going off, red lights flashing, echoing through the massive hanger full of the Realm’s newest space bombers. They all had twin singularity drives which made them the fastest ships in the galaxy. Miyuki adjusted his glasses for automatic zoom and switched the aperture controls in his eyes to blink mode.
“You ready?” whispered Kuramochi.
“Yeah. How much time do we have?”
“Less than five minutes after the alarms turn off.”
“Anything you can guarantee?”
Kuramochi consulted his antique chronometer, frowning. “I can guarantee 4 minutes, 18 seconds.”
They were on a double-bind mission to get intel on the bombers and take down the cruiser which housed them but Miyuki hadn’t expected the bombers to be built already. Kuramochi wondered how many Modifieds they’d used to work on them. Even by Realm standards the cost must have been exorbitant.
Kuramochi had worked out that it would take Miyuki about three minutes to reach the rendezvous point once he was done getting the data on the bombers while dealing with at least two hundred Modified soldiers. The Realm’s advances into outfitting humans with military grade quanta implants in both their brains AND their bodies meant that they were far more advanced than any other weaponized government in the galaxy.
“I’m thinking this job was a bad idea,” said Kuramochi.
“You’re telling me this now?” said Miyuki turning to look at him. Miyuki’s pupils dilated as they adjusted for his close proximity, something Kuramochi always found unnerving.
“I didn’t want to dissuade you since you were so fired up about it. And I will admit that it’s been a few months since we’ve had a job this complex. And fun.”
Miyuki glanced around them but the hanger was still quiet except the alarm. “You mean a job that pays this well?”
“Hey, I know you get tired of staying on our world and testing security systems. There’s nothing interesting about that.”
Their client had come to them as a last resort having tried all the conventional ways such as sending in their operatives, bribery, ambassador visits, and summit talks but nothing worked. The Realm would not give up its secrets. The client had requested a 100% success rate and had wanted to send their own men with them but Miyuki and Kuramochi always worked alone.
The yellow alarm lights started flashing.
“Get ready,” said Kuramochi, consulting his chronometer. Miyuki was going through his last minute equipment check, touching his blaster and laser knife.
“Don’t forget to switch on your thought messaging app. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous point in a few.”
Kuramochi nodded, glancing up from his chronometer. “Remember to jump the Bright Line.”
Miyuki grinned. Kuramochi would feel his partner’s heart rate speeding up on their shared vital signs comm, making him catch his breath. Damn adrenaline junkie lived for this kind of thing.
Kuramochi slipped on his specially modified space goggles making sure they locked into place behind his ears and turned on the messaging app. At that moment the lights in the hanger went out. It was so dark that the only thing you could see were the stars and the empty vacuum of space through the huge windows but Miyuki had modified his glasses and Kuramochi’s goggles so they could see in the darkest of situations. “Even into the abyss,” Miyuki had joked.
Miyuki slipped past him, moving towards the first bomber. They only had two bombers to collect data from though Miyuki had enough resources to accommodate up to five different types of ships.
Kuramochi went in the opposite direction towards the huge hanger door. He’d managed to override most of the ship’s fail safe systems, such as emergency lighting, infrared and motion detectors, and even the doors leading in and out of the hanger. Sure, there were only a handful of people in the galaxy that had those kind of skills but he was one of them. “That’s why they pay us the big bucks,” he muttered.
Kuramochi switched his visuals to systems mode to make sure everything was in place and working properly. He glanced at his chronometer. Two minutes had passed. Miyuki’s breathing was steady, a good sign. He could hear pounding at the doors on the other side of the hanger then the edges to one of them started glowing red. The Modifieds were trying to break through with heat lasers.
“Miyuki, don’t look, but the doors.” Kuramochi sent the thought message through their secure line.
“We still on schedule?”
“Yup.”
Thought message technology was brand new but Miyuki had gotten them outfitted with it even though it was hugely expensive. He had to admit being able to send his partner messages just by thinking them had big advantages.
He saw another door at the far end of the hanger glowing red. They were trying to get through two of the doors now but still hadn’t broken through.
“Almost done, ‘Mochi.”
Kuramochi blushed and tried to force down a smile. He loved it when Miyuki called him that.
“I felt that,” Miyuki teased.
“Shut up and get your ass down here, pretty boy.” Kuramochi sent the thought and then felt a deep tickling in his chest. Miyuki was laughing, lighting up the vital signs comm in his goggles.
A crash. And a bright light at the far end of the hanger. Modifieds were streaming into the hanger.
“Your timing calculations are right on schedule, like always,” said Miyuki. This time he actually spoke the compliment. Kuramochi planted his feet and switched to combat mode on his goggles.
The power came on and Kuramochi looked up to see, and feel, his partner running towards him. He glanced down at the Bright Line in front of him and backed away, pulling out his blaster and firing at every Modified trying to kill his partner. There was a huge service container behind them. They were going to use it for cover.
Miyuki came charging at him full speed, his eyes focused and narrowed. In the last possible second, he jumped the Bright Line and two men grabbed each other, sliding behind the container.
The sound of the blasters stopped and a single set of footsteps approached. “There’s nowhere for you to go,” yelled the commander. “You’re never going to make it! If you come out now, we promised to let one of you live.”
“Live in slavery,” muttered Miyuki. He looked at Kuramochi. “Time for a retreat?”
“Yeah, I would say so.” His partner was still pressed up against him. Kuramochi would never admit it but he did like it on the occasions where this kind of close proximity was necessary.
“On my count, then, three, two, one.”
Kuramochi pressed the detonator and the Bright Line exploded sending a wall of blinding light up to the ceiling of the hanger, effectively locking out the Modifieds. Kuramochi’s goggles had switched to flight mode as Miyuki uncloaked their stealth monoship near the huge hanger doors.
Miyuki was running up the ramp. “‘Mochi, come ON!” he yelled out loud.
“Checking one last thing, just fire up the engines.” He send the thought out and didn’t wait for a response. Miyuki’s heart was hammering but the engines turned on.
Kuramochi approached the wall of light after adjusting the glare on his goggles. The Modifieds were yelling and firing at the wall but having no luck with getting through. He readjusted the structural integrity of the wall and then backed up a few steps before turning to run up the ramp.
“What were you doing?” said Miyuki from the cockpit. He was so agitated that he wasn’t sitting down yet.
“Making some modifications,” he said sliding into the seat. “We have to destroy the ship, Kazuya. 100% success rate, remember? Now sit your gorgeous ass down.”
Miyuki dropped into the seat and Kuramochi swiped the main navigation screen a couple of times. “Ready?”
“Sure am,” said Miyuki, his smile was enough to light up several planets. Kuramochi refused to be distracted.
“They should be almost through. As soon as they puncture through the wall, we’ll blow the hanger doors. After that, we have less than 10 seconds to fly out of here.”
“Sure they won’t use a tractor beam?” said Miyuki.
“I’ve already disabled it,” said Kuramochi with a huge grin.
“God, you’re amazing,” said Miyuki. “I think I’m falling in love with you, ‘Mochi. Have told you that before?”
“Yeah, every week since we won our first war game in high school,” Kuramochi grumbled.
There was a distinctive screech, like glass being stretched under cold temperatures. The Modifieds had managed to puncture through the wall of light. Kuramochi pressed the button on the screen, blowing the hanger doors. At the same time, Miyuki hit the accelerator. The stealth ship slammed Kuramochi back in his seat, stretching the skin on his face, then threw him forward as Miyuki reversed the ship suddenly so they could get into position behind the blast breaker zone.
The cruiser exploded behind them, allowing Miyuki to surf the wave blast out of there. It was a tricky maneuver but nothing was more thrilling.
Kuramochi sat back in his co-pilot’s chair. “That was pretty cool.”
“What, the wave?”
“No, you. You had the idea of setting up the explosion by retreating.”
“Yeah, but it would have never worked if you hadn’t thought of using the Bright Line and counting on the Mods to try to break through it.”
Kuramochi waved his hand. “It goes without saying, we’re awesome.”
Miyuki laughed, a sound Kuramochi would live and die for. He relaxed for the ride home.