A fan fiction by PillowsFan916
Episode One: Attack
The Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood. I’ve waited so long for something like this! Action, adventure, power. This is the most elite action force in the galaxy. I should be out fighting wars, executing missions, stuff like that. “So why aren’t I doing anything!?”
“Cadet Haruhara! Cadet, get over here! Now!”
“Oh, right… I’m only a cadet.”
Haruhara Haruko had been looking through the glass of one of the halls of the giant space station that is the academy of the Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood. She had joined about a week ago when recruiters from the Brotherhood had come to her town. Haruko had just turned sixteen, the legal age to be recruited, a month ago. She joined up immediately, thinking that she would be on the front lines right away. That had been far from true.
Haruko ran after the training master who had just yelled at her. She looked down at her wrist. Damn! She was late again. This time it was for some class on the dos and don’t dos of the Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood. She took the last seat at the back of the room.
“Ehhem, now that everyone’s here, let’s get started. The Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood has been a group of the highest…” Haruko was already hating this class. Not only was the subject matter dull, but the chairs and desks were hard and uncomfortable, and the teacher’s voice induced instant drowsiness the second anyone heard it. Not to mention that Haruko’s uniform was a size and a half too small and her messy pink hair was crammed down under the last cadet hat they had: a shocking three sizes small.
Screw this, thought Haruko, time for a little shut-eye. So Haruhara put her head on her desk and fell asleep.
She awoke in the District Commander’s office, with his flabby, roughly-shaved face right in front of her quite-a-bit-smaller one. “Well now, good morning, princess!” That pissed Haruko off right away. Princess, yeah, you wish, commander! “What? No witty retort? Nothing to say?” And Haruko said nothing. “Oh so we’re gonna play that game, now, huh? Well, don’t think I haven’t seen your type a million times! Disrespect for authority!”
“Sir!” said the training master who had yelled at Haruko earlier, who was sitting in a metal chair to the right of the Commander’s desk, “Cadet Haruhara is constantly late to, and inattentive in, every class that she takes!”
“Hmm… it seems to me that Cadet Haruhara is craving some harder work, eh?” This sparked Haruko’s interest, but she still said nothing. She doubted she would like the Commander’s definition of “harder work.” “I know just where to assign you…”
I should’ve known, damn it! Haruko thought bitterly as she pushed that stupid mop over the floor of the GSPB’s academy space station. Janitor duty! As she cleaned the hall her mind flew back to when Commander Sawao handed her her bucket and mop.
“Here ya go, princess, a little more work ‘otta do you some good.” Haruko looked at the bucket and mop and recoiled.
“Hey, what are you trying to pull?”
“Cadet Haruhara, I don’t think you understand your position. You have been an insolent, ungrateful little girl. To continue to train at the Galaxy Space Police Brotherhood’s academy you’ll have to be taught a lesson. You’re taking over janitorial duty for sector H8 until you can show us that you’ve changed, understand?” Haruko allowed herself one loathing glare before grabbing the bucket and mop and dashing away. “Cadet!” Commander Sawao yelled after her. She stopped. “What do you say to me?”
Go to hell! is what she thought, but what she said was: “Yes, sir.”
And now, here she was, Haruhara Haruko, mopping up a dirty floor. No action, no adventure. She wanted to shoot something. She reached back and grabbed hold of the tiny blaster pistol she had been given for self defense. She twirled it around. Useless piece of crap, wouldn’t cause anything more than a minor burn. She really wished that they hadn’t taken away her blaster rifle. It wasn’t fair!
After finishing this section of floorspace, Haruko headed off to the bathroom. Oh boy, here comes the good part. Haruko took out a scrubber, looked at the toilets, threw down her cleaning supplies and went to lean against the wall. She started to think about the day she was recruited. The dark sky, the ruined city… what did it all mean?
A minute later a loud alarm awoke her from her daydream. “This is a level nine alert! This is a level nine alert! We are under attack! Arm all escape ships now! Make your way to the nearest escape bay! This is not a drill!”
“Holy hell!” Haruko gasped, and she ran out of the bathroom and towards the escape bay. She could hear the fighting behind her as the academy guards tried to fend off their attackers. They must be well armed, thought Haruko, it sounds like quite a fight. Haruko stopped in her tracks. “Why am I running? Isn’t this what I wanted? Action? Yeah!” And with that she turned around and ran back, towards the fighting.
“Commander!”
“What?” Sawao snapped at the man rushing into his office.
“You’re not going to believe this! We’ve identified the attackers! Sir… it’s Desecration!”
“Damn… how far have they gotten?”
“Sir they’ve infiltrated almost all of H wing and are headed towards wings G and F.”
“OK, close off H wing!”
“But, sir, the cadets-”
“They never stood a chance…”
“Err…” grunted Haruhara Haruko, “This is gonna be tough” Haruko sat against a wall, shielding herself from the oncoming attacks. She was holding her right shoulder, which had sustained a burn from a blast not long before. Good thing she was left-handed. Haruko grasped the tiny pistol at her side a little harder. She suddenly stood up, spun around and started firing. She managed to hit three people in the chest before ducking down again behind her temporary blockade. “They’ll be back, though” sighed Haruko, thinking of the crappy pistol that was currently her only defense. She needed something better.
And now she heard their footsteps. “Hmm… they’re coming closer,” Haruko said, realizing that she was fighting a losing battle. Unless she could get a better weapon. Haruko ran out from behind her shelter and dashed at the nearest attacker. She kicked him in the shin, then punched him in the face as he fell to one knee. But just as she was extracting the weapon from the attacker’s grip a hand grabbed her forearm. Soon someone was pulling her back, and he was joined by another enemy. They wrestled her away from their fellow, grabbed her shoulders and started pulling her back. Haruko tried to kick up at them, but it was no use. They could now take her wherever they wanted.
After a couple of minutes of struggling, Haruko felt that they had finally reached their destination. She tilted her head back and saw the enemy commander. “Mr. Ohshika,” the man next to him was saying, “they have locked us off. We can no longer access the F wing.”
“Ahh…” said the commander, and, catching a glimpse of Haruko, he seemed to make up his mind. “Pull out.” he said, then he turned to the men holding Haruko. “Take her to the command ship. She may be of some use to us.” And so the dragging and struggling began again, as Haruko was taken to the enemy command ship and flown to the enemy base.
End
