Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Macross universe. Sure wished I
had a Valkyrie though. (
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Alpha One
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Chapter I: Lightning
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The Year is 2063. Although Earth was in peace, the various Macross Colonies were halfway around the galaxy seeking for new worlds to populate Earth's growing population.
And Macross 20 was no different.
*
Colony 152
Colony 152 was one of the farthest colonies from Earth. The farthest that man had gone so far. Macross 20 had landed on the planet's surface for some needed r&r.
Colony 152 was a forested planet. Although half of it was covered in water, the lush green vegetation made it a perfect place to set up a colony.
Pure water, fresh air, rich vegetation... what more could one person ask?
But to Nathaniel Anghelz, it was a little boring.
"Boring?" Chris looked at his friend as they walked through the streets of Janus, the planet's capital. Nat looked at Chris with a bemused look as he smirked. "Nat, there's nothing to be bored about." Nat was a fifteen-year- old dreamer. He had unruly brown hair and violet eyes. Chris was his classmate in high school and they almost did everything together.
"There's always something to be bored about," he said.
"But we can go see the colony ship that landed on the lake," Chris said enthusiastically.
"No thanks," Nat smiled as he looked at his friend. They both stopped suddenly when a poster caught their attention. Chris's eyes widen in mirth but Nat only smirked and walked away. Chris saw his leave and caught up with him.
"Didn't you see that?" he asked with the same enthusiasm.
"I saw it," Nat said, lacking his friend's enthusiasm.
"A Valkyrie air show! Nat! Come on. Don't tell me you're not a wee bit interested?"
"I've seen one before," he sighed. He did see one, when he was a child. He hid the fact that he loved it. Those Valkyries were the ones that made him dream. Dreaming to be a pilot.
But those were only dreams.
"I'm sure they'll show off the new VF-25's," Chris said. "Macross 20 has about nine of them."
"They should," Nat said. "It was only five years since the roll out. Materials of it are costly so they were piloted by the elite. Only colony ships have them. I doubt there would be one on this planet for at least five more years." Chris noticed that Nat's tone was not disappointed to that fact.
"They'll replace the aging Vf-22's one day," Chris sighed. "Man, I wish I could fly one of those."
"Join the Force," Nat said. Chris frowned at looked at his friend oddly.
"I'm not sure that military life suits me," Chris said. Nat laughed at this. He could only imagine. His friend, wearing a UN Spacy uniform. Chris had just enough discipline for him to avoid detention.
"One day, Chris," Nat smiled at his friend. "We'll soar." Chris smiled at his friend's attempt to lighten his mood. He always said that to brighten his day.
"So? Can we?" Chris said. Nat looked at him before entering the Specialty Model shop.
"We'll see," he said. The door chimed as they entered. A man in his late thirties looked up from behind the counter and smiled at them. He adjusted his glasses and looked at them joyfully.
"Good morning boys," the shopkeeper smiled.
"Good morning, Mr. Newmann," Nat said as his gaze lingered throughout the shop.
"Hi Mr. Newmann!" Chris said as he smiled at the shopkeeper. "Heard about the air show?"
"That?" Mr. Newmann laughed. "There's nothing about Valkyries that doesn't peek my attention."
"Nat doesn't seemed interested," Chrise smirked. Nat was going through different model kits from different types of tanks, jets, Valkyries and sometimes, cars.
"He will," Mr. Newmann promised. "If I tell him the news."
"News?" Nat raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Every school will be entering their own Valkyries," Mr. Newmann smiled proudly. "Care of their sponsors."
"Are we going to join?" Chris asked excitedly.
"You bet!" he said. Nat smiled at the two. They were like children when it comes to Valkyries.
"Do you have a scoop?" Chris was eager to know more.
"Well..." Mr. Newmann hesitated.
"Pleeeeaaaassseeee," Chris begged.
"Alright," Mr. Newmann laughed. "The greatest contender is Northwest high. They have a VF-17 nightmare." Chris gasped at the news but Nat snorted.
"Wouldn't do them any good," Nat smirked. "Unless it's in space."
"Why?" Chris asked. Mr. Newmann smiled, knowing that Nat would react this way.
"The VF-17 has a problem with its aerodynamics. It causes a lot of drag at high speeds. The Vf-1x is faster than it by mach .28," Nat said as he looked behind the counter's displays.
"He's right," Mr. Newmann said. "Then the problem is with Valhalla high."
"Why?" Chris asked.
"They have a VF-11 thunderbolt," Mr. Newman smiled.
"Great," Nat sighed in despair. "If they're going to plan a race, the VF-11 will win. That is, if there is no one else that has a superior Valkyrie?"
"Civilians still can't have VF-19's and 22's," Mr. Newmann said. "It would take at least five years till they allow them to be sold to Civilians."
"Really?" Chris asked.
"Vf-19's and 22's are awarded to military men who has contributed great service to the Defense Force," Nat said as a model kit caught his attention. "So far only Vf-22's are awarded."
"Breaks my heart that the VF-19's were decommissioned," Mr. Newmann sighed.
"Why?" Chris frowned. "I thought it was one of the best."
"Budget concerns," Nat said. "The General Galaxies gave the UN Spacy a good price. Over the years the Vf-22 became easier to maintain as cheaper to build."
"And the fact that it could still function without any limbs made it more appealing to the UN Spacy," Mr. Newmann smirked in disgust.
"So?" Chris smiled, trying to change the subject. "What's OUR entry?" he asked Nat. Nat shrugged and sighed.
"I do not think we have a sponsor," Nat said.
"They have one," Mr. Newmann looked smug.
"Who?" the boys asked. Mr. Newmann beamed.
"You're kidding," Chris gasped.
"Nope," Mr. Newmann smiled.
"What's our entry?" Nat asked.
"I'll show you tomorrow," he smiled. "It's a surprise."
"Can it beat the Thunderbolt?" Chris asked. Strangely, Mr. Newmann looked at Nat with a grin.
"It depends on the pilot."
"Why?" Chris asked.
"Only a good pilot could make use of the full potential of the Valkyrie," Nat sighed. "Even if the Valkyrie he's piloting was a VF-1."
"Really?"
"It's true," Mr. Newmann said.
"Then who's going to pilot it?" Chris asked. Mr. Newmann looked at Nat, his eyes were almost twinkling.
"Me?" Nat said in confusion. "I don't think so."
"It's been already approved," Mr. Newmann said.
"But I'm an amateur," Nat said. "I barely passed my flying lessons."
"That's because you gave the instructor a fright with that stunt you pulled," Mr. Newmann said.
"Pulled?" Chris was confused. "What happened?"
"I only pulled a few loops," Nat said in embarrassment. "Let's not talk about it."
"I don't know the exact reason but," Mr. Newmann smiled. "From what your instructor told me I thought that it reminded me of a hotshot pilot I once knew."
"Anyway," Nat cleared his throat. "Let's discuss this later."
"Tonight, my place," Mr. Newmann smiled. Thanking the shopkeeper, the boys exited the shop.
"I can't believe it," Chris said jovially. "My friend, the pilot."
"Not a word," Nat warned.
"Why?" Chris was obviously puzzled.
"I don't want to make a fuss about it."
"But..."
"Not yet anyway," Nat smiled. "I don't want any pressure, okay?" Chris nodded and smiled.
"I wonder what type of Valkyrie Mr. Newmann had?" he asked.
"An older model than the thunderbolt," Nat said. Chris looked at his friend in bewilderment.
"How did..."
"He had this look of mischief in his face," Nat explained. "It was like he wanted it to do better than the Thunderbolt. So I assumed it was an older model."
"Let's just see tonight," Chris laughed and then stilled. "Nat, three o' clock." Nat grumbled. There was one other thing that took Chris's interests. Women.
Turning his head to his right, he was right. To the café, there were three teenage girls chatting while sipping their drinks. All were beautiful and seemed friendly.
"Okay," Chris smiled as he walked towards the girls. Nat suddenly clamped his hand on his shoulder to stop him. "What?"
"Hold on cowboy," Nat smirked. "They're out of our league."
"Why?" he asked.
"They're pilots," Nat said softly.
"So are you," Chris said in confusion.
"Chris," Nat tried to be calm. "I'm a school brat who knows how to fly. They are trained professionals."
"How did... ah... a 'pilot' thing," Chris smiled. Nat sighed.
"Will you stop it with the whole pilot thing," Nat hissed. "I'm a novice."
"Sure you are," Chris laughed.
"Let's go," Nat prodded. "We'll be late."
"Okay, okay," Chris smiled as he laughed. Nat took one more look at the girl pilots and to his surprise, one of them looked back. Bowing respectfully at her, he then followed his friend, who was grinning like a fool.
*** *
"Aimee?" Clarissa looked at her friend as she gazed onto the street. Aimee looked back at her friend, her auburn hair flowed as she did, her green eyes looked at her friend questioningly.
"What?" she asked.
"Who are you looking at?" Patty asked as she looked at the street. "Oh my."
"What?" Clarissa asked as she followed her gaze. "Him?" she asked and Patty nodded. Aimee blushed as she sipped her drink. "Well... she's kinda cute but didn't you promise yourself that you'd only date someone who's better than you in flying?" Aimee nodded.
"She's going to be an old maid," Patty sighed. "You and that stupid rule of yours." Aimee glared at her two friends and picked up her bag.
"We're going to be late for practice," Aimee said as she smirked.
"Yeah, yeah," Clarissa lazily said. "You ARE the squadron leader. Honestly, you think we're going to battle with that attitude of yours."
"In a sense it is a battle," Patty said. "The aerobatic competition is just around the corner. We need to get out act together."
"The thunderbolts are already primed and ready to go," Aimee said with a smile.
"Okay, okay. We get it," Clarissa sighed. "But did you know that there would be a school competition?"
"Huh?" Aimee frowned as she heard this.
"Each school will send one Valkyrie to the competition to see who's the best," Clarissa said. "I wish I were representing my school."
"That would give you an unfair advantage," Aimee smirked as she looked at her friends.
"It didn't say that you can't be a professional pilot just as long you're studying in that school," Patty had mischief in her smile. "Come on, I know YOU were going to pilot your school's VF-11."
"I only pilot MY VF-11," Aimee said in a huff. "I don't trust anything other than that."
"Okay, fine," Patty sighed. "The competitors must have only VF-1's anyway. It wouldn't be much of a challenge."
"That's another reason why I don't want to do it," Aimee smiled and looked at the sky.
*** ***
"I'm excited," Chris said as they came up to Mr. Newmann's house later that night. "To finally see a Valkyrie up close. Aren't you excited?" he asked Nat.
Nat was excited but he didn't want to say it in front of his friend. He didn't want him to be teased about it. True, he did have flying lessons but it was with a Flight trainer. Not a genuine Valkyrie.
Chris rang the doorbell and the door quickly opened. Mr. Newmann had a smiling face when he peered out of his doorway.
"You're early," he said with a smile.
"He's excited," Nat jerked a thumb at Chis.
"And I believe you will too," Mr. Newmann promised. He motioned them to enter. "I have made a few modifications to it. It might give us the edge."
"Edge?" Chris asked.
"I have replaced the engines. The FF-2011 thermonuclear turbines were a little... rusty. I have replace them with FF-2099A's making it more maneuverable than it was before," Mr. Newmann smiled.
"FF-2011?" Nat frowned. Then his face brightened in realization. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Chris said confusingly.
"I also exchanged the HMM-1A high maneuverability vernier thrusters with HMM-7Y. It could give you the edge you need," Mr. Newmann smiled. They reached his garage but it more looked like a small hangar.
"Is it possible?" Nat asked the shopkeeper. "I mean with those modifications it would match the Thunderbolt easily."
"And with a good pilot it will surpass it," Mr. Newmann said. "After all, light is faster than sound."
"What are you two talking about?" Chris asked.
"I was going to place the FF-2100X but I found that it was not compatible," Mr. Newmann sighed.
"Why?" Nat asked. "It would give us more maneuverability in space but I think that the engines you placed were ideal for atmospheric flight."
"True," Mr. Newmann said. "The other reason was that the engines got fried. I saved a few parts I had hoped to use someday. It's good that you have a salvage yard." He smiled.
"How's you get your hands on the FF-2099A's?" Nat asked. "They were only used in the VF-16's."
"I'm confused," Chris said. Nat smiled and looked at his friend.
"The VF-16 is a rare Valkyrie," Nat explained. "They were never made in large quantities due to budgetary concerns. The FF-2100X belongs to the VF- 17 Nightmare."
"And the FF-2011?" Chris asked. Nat smiled at his friend. He may not know all the specs but he was a quick learner.
"Let me just show you," Mr. Newmann said as he opened the hangar doors. "Chris? If you see a storm, which comes first, the thunder or the lightning?"
"Both," Chris frowned in confusion. "We only see lightning first because light travels faster than sound. But what does that..." he lost his ability to speak when he saw it.
"Lightning," Nat sighed. "Is faster than Thunder."
"With the modifications I did," Mr. Newmann said proudly.
"Oh man," Chris said excitedly. "You're going to kick their butt."
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End of 1
A/n: Thanks to Dave Deitrich for his hard work on his research about VF's, Please r&r. I need to know what you think.
And if you know what kind of Valkyrie Nat's going to pilot... I'm not saying. Wait for the next chapter.
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Alpha One
.
Chapter I: Lightning
.
The Year is 2063. Although Earth was in peace, the various Macross Colonies were halfway around the galaxy seeking for new worlds to populate Earth's growing population.
And Macross 20 was no different.
*
Colony 152
Colony 152 was one of the farthest colonies from Earth. The farthest that man had gone so far. Macross 20 had landed on the planet's surface for some needed r&r.
Colony 152 was a forested planet. Although half of it was covered in water, the lush green vegetation made it a perfect place to set up a colony.
Pure water, fresh air, rich vegetation... what more could one person ask?
But to Nathaniel Anghelz, it was a little boring.
"Boring?" Chris looked at his friend as they walked through the streets of Janus, the planet's capital. Nat looked at Chris with a bemused look as he smirked. "Nat, there's nothing to be bored about." Nat was a fifteen-year- old dreamer. He had unruly brown hair and violet eyes. Chris was his classmate in high school and they almost did everything together.
"There's always something to be bored about," he said.
"But we can go see the colony ship that landed on the lake," Chris said enthusiastically.
"No thanks," Nat smiled as he looked at his friend. They both stopped suddenly when a poster caught their attention. Chris's eyes widen in mirth but Nat only smirked and walked away. Chris saw his leave and caught up with him.
"Didn't you see that?" he asked with the same enthusiasm.
"I saw it," Nat said, lacking his friend's enthusiasm.
"A Valkyrie air show! Nat! Come on. Don't tell me you're not a wee bit interested?"
"I've seen one before," he sighed. He did see one, when he was a child. He hid the fact that he loved it. Those Valkyries were the ones that made him dream. Dreaming to be a pilot.
But those were only dreams.
"I'm sure they'll show off the new VF-25's," Chris said. "Macross 20 has about nine of them."
"They should," Nat said. "It was only five years since the roll out. Materials of it are costly so they were piloted by the elite. Only colony ships have them. I doubt there would be one on this planet for at least five more years." Chris noticed that Nat's tone was not disappointed to that fact.
"They'll replace the aging Vf-22's one day," Chris sighed. "Man, I wish I could fly one of those."
"Join the Force," Nat said. Chris frowned at looked at his friend oddly.
"I'm not sure that military life suits me," Chris said. Nat laughed at this. He could only imagine. His friend, wearing a UN Spacy uniform. Chris had just enough discipline for him to avoid detention.
"One day, Chris," Nat smiled at his friend. "We'll soar." Chris smiled at his friend's attempt to lighten his mood. He always said that to brighten his day.
"So? Can we?" Chris said. Nat looked at him before entering the Specialty Model shop.
"We'll see," he said. The door chimed as they entered. A man in his late thirties looked up from behind the counter and smiled at them. He adjusted his glasses and looked at them joyfully.
"Good morning boys," the shopkeeper smiled.
"Good morning, Mr. Newmann," Nat said as his gaze lingered throughout the shop.
"Hi Mr. Newmann!" Chris said as he smiled at the shopkeeper. "Heard about the air show?"
"That?" Mr. Newmann laughed. "There's nothing about Valkyries that doesn't peek my attention."
"Nat doesn't seemed interested," Chrise smirked. Nat was going through different model kits from different types of tanks, jets, Valkyries and sometimes, cars.
"He will," Mr. Newmann promised. "If I tell him the news."
"News?" Nat raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Every school will be entering their own Valkyries," Mr. Newmann smiled proudly. "Care of their sponsors."
"Are we going to join?" Chris asked excitedly.
"You bet!" he said. Nat smiled at the two. They were like children when it comes to Valkyries.
"Do you have a scoop?" Chris was eager to know more.
"Well..." Mr. Newmann hesitated.
"Pleeeeaaaassseeee," Chris begged.
"Alright," Mr. Newmann laughed. "The greatest contender is Northwest high. They have a VF-17 nightmare." Chris gasped at the news but Nat snorted.
"Wouldn't do them any good," Nat smirked. "Unless it's in space."
"Why?" Chris asked. Mr. Newmann smiled, knowing that Nat would react this way.
"The VF-17 has a problem with its aerodynamics. It causes a lot of drag at high speeds. The Vf-1x is faster than it by mach .28," Nat said as he looked behind the counter's displays.
"He's right," Mr. Newmann said. "Then the problem is with Valhalla high."
"Why?" Chris asked.
"They have a VF-11 thunderbolt," Mr. Newman smiled.
"Great," Nat sighed in despair. "If they're going to plan a race, the VF-11 will win. That is, if there is no one else that has a superior Valkyrie?"
"Civilians still can't have VF-19's and 22's," Mr. Newmann said. "It would take at least five years till they allow them to be sold to Civilians."
"Really?" Chris asked.
"Vf-19's and 22's are awarded to military men who has contributed great service to the Defense Force," Nat said as a model kit caught his attention. "So far only Vf-22's are awarded."
"Breaks my heart that the VF-19's were decommissioned," Mr. Newmann sighed.
"Why?" Chris frowned. "I thought it was one of the best."
"Budget concerns," Nat said. "The General Galaxies gave the UN Spacy a good price. Over the years the Vf-22 became easier to maintain as cheaper to build."
"And the fact that it could still function without any limbs made it more appealing to the UN Spacy," Mr. Newmann smirked in disgust.
"So?" Chris smiled, trying to change the subject. "What's OUR entry?" he asked Nat. Nat shrugged and sighed.
"I do not think we have a sponsor," Nat said.
"They have one," Mr. Newmann looked smug.
"Who?" the boys asked. Mr. Newmann beamed.
"You're kidding," Chris gasped.
"Nope," Mr. Newmann smiled.
"What's our entry?" Nat asked.
"I'll show you tomorrow," he smiled. "It's a surprise."
"Can it beat the Thunderbolt?" Chris asked. Strangely, Mr. Newmann looked at Nat with a grin.
"It depends on the pilot."
"Why?" Chris asked.
"Only a good pilot could make use of the full potential of the Valkyrie," Nat sighed. "Even if the Valkyrie he's piloting was a VF-1."
"Really?"
"It's true," Mr. Newmann said.
"Then who's going to pilot it?" Chris asked. Mr. Newmann looked at Nat, his eyes were almost twinkling.
"Me?" Nat said in confusion. "I don't think so."
"It's been already approved," Mr. Newmann said.
"But I'm an amateur," Nat said. "I barely passed my flying lessons."
"That's because you gave the instructor a fright with that stunt you pulled," Mr. Newmann said.
"Pulled?" Chris was confused. "What happened?"
"I only pulled a few loops," Nat said in embarrassment. "Let's not talk about it."
"I don't know the exact reason but," Mr. Newmann smiled. "From what your instructor told me I thought that it reminded me of a hotshot pilot I once knew."
"Anyway," Nat cleared his throat. "Let's discuss this later."
"Tonight, my place," Mr. Newmann smiled. Thanking the shopkeeper, the boys exited the shop.
"I can't believe it," Chris said jovially. "My friend, the pilot."
"Not a word," Nat warned.
"Why?" Chris was obviously puzzled.
"I don't want to make a fuss about it."
"But..."
"Not yet anyway," Nat smiled. "I don't want any pressure, okay?" Chris nodded and smiled.
"I wonder what type of Valkyrie Mr. Newmann had?" he asked.
"An older model than the thunderbolt," Nat said. Chris looked at his friend in bewilderment.
"How did..."
"He had this look of mischief in his face," Nat explained. "It was like he wanted it to do better than the Thunderbolt. So I assumed it was an older model."
"Let's just see tonight," Chris laughed and then stilled. "Nat, three o' clock." Nat grumbled. There was one other thing that took Chris's interests. Women.
Turning his head to his right, he was right. To the café, there were three teenage girls chatting while sipping their drinks. All were beautiful and seemed friendly.
"Okay," Chris smiled as he walked towards the girls. Nat suddenly clamped his hand on his shoulder to stop him. "What?"
"Hold on cowboy," Nat smirked. "They're out of our league."
"Why?" he asked.
"They're pilots," Nat said softly.
"So are you," Chris said in confusion.
"Chris," Nat tried to be calm. "I'm a school brat who knows how to fly. They are trained professionals."
"How did... ah... a 'pilot' thing," Chris smiled. Nat sighed.
"Will you stop it with the whole pilot thing," Nat hissed. "I'm a novice."
"Sure you are," Chris laughed.
"Let's go," Nat prodded. "We'll be late."
"Okay, okay," Chris smiled as he laughed. Nat took one more look at the girl pilots and to his surprise, one of them looked back. Bowing respectfully at her, he then followed his friend, who was grinning like a fool.
*** *
"Aimee?" Clarissa looked at her friend as she gazed onto the street. Aimee looked back at her friend, her auburn hair flowed as she did, her green eyes looked at her friend questioningly.
"What?" she asked.
"Who are you looking at?" Patty asked as she looked at the street. "Oh my."
"What?" Clarissa asked as she followed her gaze. "Him?" she asked and Patty nodded. Aimee blushed as she sipped her drink. "Well... she's kinda cute but didn't you promise yourself that you'd only date someone who's better than you in flying?" Aimee nodded.
"She's going to be an old maid," Patty sighed. "You and that stupid rule of yours." Aimee glared at her two friends and picked up her bag.
"We're going to be late for practice," Aimee said as she smirked.
"Yeah, yeah," Clarissa lazily said. "You ARE the squadron leader. Honestly, you think we're going to battle with that attitude of yours."
"In a sense it is a battle," Patty said. "The aerobatic competition is just around the corner. We need to get out act together."
"The thunderbolts are already primed and ready to go," Aimee said with a smile.
"Okay, okay. We get it," Clarissa sighed. "But did you know that there would be a school competition?"
"Huh?" Aimee frowned as she heard this.
"Each school will send one Valkyrie to the competition to see who's the best," Clarissa said. "I wish I were representing my school."
"That would give you an unfair advantage," Aimee smirked as she looked at her friends.
"It didn't say that you can't be a professional pilot just as long you're studying in that school," Patty had mischief in her smile. "Come on, I know YOU were going to pilot your school's VF-11."
"I only pilot MY VF-11," Aimee said in a huff. "I don't trust anything other than that."
"Okay, fine," Patty sighed. "The competitors must have only VF-1's anyway. It wouldn't be much of a challenge."
"That's another reason why I don't want to do it," Aimee smiled and looked at the sky.
*** ***
"I'm excited," Chris said as they came up to Mr. Newmann's house later that night. "To finally see a Valkyrie up close. Aren't you excited?" he asked Nat.
Nat was excited but he didn't want to say it in front of his friend. He didn't want him to be teased about it. True, he did have flying lessons but it was with a Flight trainer. Not a genuine Valkyrie.
Chris rang the doorbell and the door quickly opened. Mr. Newmann had a smiling face when he peered out of his doorway.
"You're early," he said with a smile.
"He's excited," Nat jerked a thumb at Chis.
"And I believe you will too," Mr. Newmann promised. He motioned them to enter. "I have made a few modifications to it. It might give us the edge."
"Edge?" Chris asked.
"I have replaced the engines. The FF-2011 thermonuclear turbines were a little... rusty. I have replace them with FF-2099A's making it more maneuverable than it was before," Mr. Newmann smiled.
"FF-2011?" Nat frowned. Then his face brightened in realization. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Chris said confusingly.
"I also exchanged the HMM-1A high maneuverability vernier thrusters with HMM-7Y. It could give you the edge you need," Mr. Newmann smiled. They reached his garage but it more looked like a small hangar.
"Is it possible?" Nat asked the shopkeeper. "I mean with those modifications it would match the Thunderbolt easily."
"And with a good pilot it will surpass it," Mr. Newmann said. "After all, light is faster than sound."
"What are you two talking about?" Chris asked.
"I was going to place the FF-2100X but I found that it was not compatible," Mr. Newmann sighed.
"Why?" Nat asked. "It would give us more maneuverability in space but I think that the engines you placed were ideal for atmospheric flight."
"True," Mr. Newmann said. "The other reason was that the engines got fried. I saved a few parts I had hoped to use someday. It's good that you have a salvage yard." He smiled.
"How's you get your hands on the FF-2099A's?" Nat asked. "They were only used in the VF-16's."
"I'm confused," Chris said. Nat smiled and looked at his friend.
"The VF-16 is a rare Valkyrie," Nat explained. "They were never made in large quantities due to budgetary concerns. The FF-2100X belongs to the VF- 17 Nightmare."
"And the FF-2011?" Chris asked. Nat smiled at his friend. He may not know all the specs but he was a quick learner.
"Let me just show you," Mr. Newmann said as he opened the hangar doors. "Chris? If you see a storm, which comes first, the thunder or the lightning?"
"Both," Chris frowned in confusion. "We only see lightning first because light travels faster than sound. But what does that..." he lost his ability to speak when he saw it.
"Lightning," Nat sighed. "Is faster than Thunder."
"With the modifications I did," Mr. Newmann said proudly.
"Oh man," Chris said excitedly. "You're going to kick their butt."
. .
End of 1
A/n: Thanks to Dave Deitrich for his hard work on his research about VF's, Please r&r. I need to know what you think.
And if you know what kind of Valkyrie Nat's going to pilot... I'm not saying. Wait for the next chapter.