Yukikaze City

Aisa followed Hadriel through customs, continuing the conversation even as they exited the star port. "If ensuring the man is brought to justice is your primary objective, informing authorities of his crimes would be a better course of action, no?"

Aisa looked forward to where Russian was, an outline indicating him in her vision. her processor automatically began calculating likely paths.

"If the police could capture that man them I would not be trying to bring him to justice myself. He has many connections, and can just as easily escape prison if he is not keen in staying inside one. Like I said, he will kill them." Hadriel spoke as she left the star port and located Russian through the crowd, a man wearing a very obvious red uniform was simple to spot and with that she made her was through the crowd trying to reach him, being careful to not push her way through the crowd.

Russian on the other hand located a bar and breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally a bar! Time to get a drink." With that said he entered the bar and took a seat and ordered a drink.

As the pair of Androids moved through the customs line, the Officers checked their belongings but didn't bother to check for identity documents, as Androids and AIs weren't considered persons in the Taiyou Empire, the Officers simply figured they belonged to someone in the line.

And so they were waved through.

"I still do not believe that Our involvement would have a significant impact. I am only a medical assistance unit, and even with the military capacities that you have, involving yourself into a fight with a human in a forign civlization is only going to cause unnecessary chaos and bloodshed."

Walking alongside Haladriel, Aisa continued to scan nearby individuals for medical issues and data, though if none stood out with conditions more serious than Haladriels current psychological distress, she would ignore them as by her Triage Programming.

Hadriel stopped in her tracks when Aisa mentioned that a fight with him may lead to innocent people getting caught in harms way. She thought for a moment, she could not just let him go or else he will just go on and kill more people. She can't attack him in public or else people may get hurt. "Then what do we do? I am not gonna let him go and trying to get him may result in someone innocent getting hurt. But you are right, I have to think more clearly." She spoke.

Russian sat down at the bar drinking from his first cup of regular beer. He was going to get a stronger drink but this drink was so he could think. "Lets see here...If I am going to get more contracts I have to get the word out. Of course I can resort to stealing from people but I am not going to stoop that low for some money. Maybe I can get hired by some army type figures, they pay big bucks for jobs." He thought to himself.

A bright flash lights up the night sky above Yukikaze City for a split second. Any observant passerby that happened to be looking up and wasn't temporarily blinded would notice stars being blackened out, in a directly straight line coming from the origination of the flash. It seemed there was a single, small aircraft, flying across the night sky.

Aboard the aircraft.

"-procedures for that?" Taylor says, looking down at his control panel, then back up as he notices a lack of light. "What the frakkin hell is this?" He says to himself, utterly confused. "Base? You there? What the hell just happened?" He tries to comm his aircraft carrier, unknowingly in vain. He tries over and over to reach AC-226, his fighter flying almost silently under the night sky.

Charles Taylor decides to send out a radio signal on all frequencies. Any Taiyou citizen or soldier would find only a few words identifiable, if they picked up the signals at all. The language resembled Terran, but was very differant in many ways.
This is the broadcasted signal.
"This is Charles Taylor, pilot and member of Aircraft Carrier 2-2-6. I am in need of assistance. My fuel is running low and my Positioning System is not able to tell me where I am. My compass has switched directions from what it was 52 seconds ago, and I have not made any deviations from a straight line. I do not know where I am. I am in need of assistance."

Alongside Charles Taylor's unidentified aircraft, moved two radar signatures that seemed to move faster than any known aircraft, once alongside his plane, they wouldn't resemble any known aircraft design, or have any known markings.

There was one on each side, on the left, and the right side, their identification lights flickering as one of the aircraft began transmitting a simple binary message that could be translated by even the simplest of computers to text.

"Identification, and point of origin."

Each Type 99 Cosmo Falcon was armed with two 7.62mm machineguns, six 30mm autocannons that were capable of linked, and alternate fire, as well as missile hardpoints, and sophisticated avionics. However what set these particular aircraft apart from Taylors, was that they were capable of going into space.

Every three seconds, the binary transmission repeated.

Below, the cloud cover gave way, and blackness slowly began to turn into a dazzling cityscape below, with massive neon billboards, and flickering holographic advertisements.

The cityscape stretched for as far as the eye could see.

Taylor decides to respond using the same interface the mysterious aircraft did, through a binary transmission. This is the message he broadcasts in response:
"Identification, Lt. Charles Taylor, Aircraft FT-28, United States Naval Air Force. Origin, US Aircraft Carrier 2-2-6, Southern Atlantic Ocean. I mean no harm. I am lost.

And then he breaks the clouds, seeing not a reflection of the moonlight on the ocean far below, but many lights, the lights of a city, where there used to be just water, as far as the eye could see.

And in that moment, he recalls a story from his childhood, one of a person being taken away from all they found familiar. He remembers just one phrase.


"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." he whispers.