A/N: This is my first fanfic for Sora no Otoshimono. I just finished downloading and watching all of the episodes of both seasons and the movie from gogoanime, and despite some of perviness that's simply unnecessary, and also the fact that I just wish I could beat Sakurai upside his head for being so dense, I love this ecchi anime. To warn you all, this fic will/may not be as funny as the show, namely because of my rough sense of humor. I've never been that funny, and if I was, it was usually unintentional and involved me getting hurt. (-.-)

I'm upset that there's only 21 stories for the anime, but I hope this one will outshine the rest and bring more attention to the series. It's OC related, and if you have any ideas for characters, please let me know through PM. However, this story will mostly follow canon, so don't you Canon Nazi's worry.

Note: I don't know what that male angel guy's name is, so I'm just going to refer to him as the High One. If anyone knows in wiki sights for this anime, GOOD ONES, let me know.

Sorry for the long note.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sora no Otoshimono, nor am I making money from this story...that you are aware of. XD

EDIT: 10/28/2018 Grammar fixed.

Synapse, the mysterious world that laid hidden in the atmosphere high above Sorami City. It is very rare to find reference towards its existence among the world of the Downers (i.e humans). It is here that a race of beings bearing an uncanny resemblance to mythological and biblical creatures known as angels live, free from any intrusion of the humans.

This angelic beings lived in a world called Synapse, which is similar to Earth, except for many of their institutions and homes reside on massive, floating islands, while many of the inhabitants still preferred to live on the ground.

While the homes on the ground seemed humble, and the ones in the sky more advanced, they all shared a similar characteristic of being maintained by angeloids.

Anyway, there is a certain breed of angeloids that have been puppets to be used by the 'High One' as living weapons against the Downers, both for amusement and to carry out acts of discipline. These weapon angeloids are categorized into different roles, such as Close-Quarter, Range, Electronic Warfare, etc.. These horrifying yet beautiful creatures of war have always done their assigned tasks accordingly.

The combat angeloid Ikaros, Type: Alpha, for example, was ordered to destroy the Tower of Babil, a massive construct built by the Downers hoping to reach Heaven. The mere idea that the humans thought themselves worthy and arrogant enough to try to reach such a place was so infuriating that Ikaros was sent to wipe them out, which she did in absurd efficiency.

However, now of all times, things in Synapse were becoming unsettling. The news that humans have been traveling freely into Synapse with the aid of traitorous Angeloids was very nerve-racking to many of the population. Never before in the history of their existence has this occurred. The High One had tried sending angeloids and Interceptor angeloids to dispose of them, but after each attempt, the interceptors were pushed back, or the angeloid revolted against their master.

Therefore, despite the cool and composed mask he wore, the High One was very frustrated and unnerved as he sat on his throne, looking over a live video feed of the second battle between Type Epsilon: Chaos, and the three rogue angeloids, Nympth, Astraea, and Ikaros. He silently fumed over her defeat when the human boy, Tomoki Sakurai, planted a device he was vaguely familiar with, one that would shut off all forms of communications and control between him and Chaos. Never before had such an enemy existed to them, a mere human middle-schooler no less!

(High One's POV)

Since I was alone, I allowed myself to grit my teeth in utter rage. Bringing my hand up, I slammed it back down onto my armrest, shattering the marble like it was glass.

"This lunacy has gone on for far too long. Two years...two years this brat has made a mockery of me! How does he keep doing it? How does a perverted, sixteen year old Downer turn some of the most powerful angeloids in existence against me?" I fumed.

"Perhaps, it's because you don't not think like him, High One," a smooth, silky voice called from the entrance. I knew who it was instantly. I looked over and saw a beautiful woman of tender age stalk towards my throne below me. Stopping at the foot of it, she glanced up at the video footage and let out a small laugh.

"Mind explaining yourself, Solara?" I asked, clearly not having any more patience for any smart talk she may give me. She was the only one I was willing to tolerate it from, since she had a brilliance that nearly rivaled the famed professor Daidalos.

"I'm merely saying that because you do not think like the humans, you can't foresee what moves they will make to oppose you. You have so much trouble understanding something like empathy. It is because of the pious attitude that you've lost two combat angeloids to an act as simple as kindness," she spoke.

"You've got quite the mouth on you, Solara! You're saying I can't outsmart a Downer?" My left hand was gripping the end of my throne's remaining armrest, cracks already spider-webbing its way over the surface. Much to my irritation, she simply said "Yes."

I hated it, because I realized she was right. Because I did not think like my enemy, I could not predict him. Swallowing that pill they call pride, I muttered, "So what did you have in mind? Knowing you, you've already been working on a plan to solve this."

She giggled and nodded. "You know me well. I've been working on the finishing touches of a pair of Second Generation Angeloids, and they should prove more than enough to eliminate this Tomoki."

I grumbled with little interest. "What makes you sure these won't turn on us as well? If they do, then we'll have an even bigger problem to worry about."

She activated a computer that was on her wrist and a screen popped up, all the while, she explained. "The missing link, is obviously the mind of a human, High One."

On it was an infinite amount of data being compiled and segregated into separate categories. What these categories were got my attention, causing me to lean forward and eyes slightly widening.

"Personality. Strength. Speed. Morals. Specialty in knowledge. Mentality. Aggression. What are these for? And who do all of these numbers belong too?" My eyes couldn't keep up with the constant stream of data input.

"I currently have dozens of my own personal Scout-Interceptor pairs scanning every human in the United States, since I've determined that it is in this country that we will find the most compatible subject for our experiment."

The computer beeped and the data stopped fluctuating, then one piece of data from each category was highlighted and enlarged. "Ooooh, it seems we have our subject."

The screen brought up a live feed of a pair of Interceptors personal camera footage that was mounted on their suits. It showed a Caucasian boy with very sort cut hair and a decent muscular build. His face was clean shaven and he had semi-high cheekbones. He looked to be about 24 or so. He was currently practicing his archery with a wooden longbow in a large backyard. He wore a simple pair of black swim-trunks and a white, crew-neck shirt that fit snugly on him, and he was barefooted.

"Name: Lucas, Age: 19, Height: 6'2, Weight: 201 lbs, Brown hair, blue-grey eyes, College student with average grades, a 2.9 GPA, youngest son, second youngest child of seven, generally secludes his personal thoughts and feelings, despite grades, he knows much more then most human about their own nature."

The scanners not only showed him, but his life through his own eyes as well, and key points were picked out. "Hmm, raised in a poor family with an alcoholic and very abusive mother, borderline inhumanely neglected with feelings of the whole world against him.

Yet, with this, he soon stopped acting helpless and became very ferocious when attacked or insulted, resulting in high aggression points. He idolized the Marines, the U.S.'s toughest branch of their military, and sought to gain a physical and mental 'balance'.

Reputation in high-school was one made of utter fear, apparently. No one dared to fight him because they feared his temper despite his impressive efforts in reining it in. He has notable fighting knowledge of different styles and techniques, and high tolerance to pain and the natural elements.

Even more so, he joined a military program in high-school and became the Commanding Officer his senior year, leading them to become the 17th best unit in the nation, out of several thousand. Strength, stamina, and speed well above most boys his age.

Personality wise, he has mixed feelings towards his own race, and attempts to make himself 'better than the man he was the day before'. He wishes more then anything to have a new life, one that is more different then anything anyone else has, one filled with adventure."

She smiled charmingly. "I believe we have our winner. Harpy Interceptor unit, Beta-Echo, please retrieve him for us." A pair of 'Yes, Master' responded through the computer.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. "What are you saying, Solara? Are you really planning on bringing a human here? I suppose you'll use his knowledge of human traits and mindset to download into the angeloids, right?" That was my hypothesis, but what did she need the rest of the data for?

Again, she chuckled. "No, but you are close. Simply inputting a human's view and knowledge of his own race will not be enough for these Second Generation angeloids. They have to be able to adapt at a moment's notice when something happens that they couldn't foresee. They can not do this with the input of one mind's thoughts. They will need to be led and taught by first hand experience."

I didn't like where she was going with this. Knowing Solara, one NEVER really knows her, and that's what worried me the most about her. She looked up at me with the most insane grin I've ever seen, and the next words she spoke caused me to question everything I've ever known about her sanity.

"You see, High One, I'm looking for the right human specimen to turn into an angeloid, who will command the two Second Gens like an extension of his own body. He will become the very first Seraph Angeloid."

My mouth dropped in shock at her audacity, yet she continued. "And we don't even have to reprogram his mind to obey us. His personality will clash with Tomoki's, and he will not even have to be forced to submit. He was picked out of a planet of over six billion humans. And considering his morals and personality, he will actually feel indebted to us for abducting him."

She began laughing like some Downer cartoon villain, and when I looked up at the screen showing his abduction, I was shocked that he was coming on his own free will, not even caring what was to be done with him. Admittedly, he probably thought this was all a crazy hallucination and was going 'YOLO'. He took the Interceptors' hands and they flew off towards Synapse, ETA five minutes.

If Solara was right so far, then perhaps she was right about the rest of it. However, I would with-hold my judgement for when he gets here and when the process is complete.

Synapse and Earth would not be the same after today.

Well, tell me what you think? You like it so far, and where this is heading?