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The Ark
By : Dunkelgelb
Category: InuYasha > General
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More of my silly OCs, here. I don't remember what I was trying to accomplish with it, but I had to start somewhere, didn't I?
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Battlefield 1542
Chapter III: Investigation

It was night time over central Russia. A thousand feet up in the cold night air, General Ivan made his way west toward his base in Zastava. At absolute full power, he could easily fly at well over Mach 3, but his heat-sinking ushanka kept his power from overwhelming his skin, therefore limiting his speed to around Mach 1.5. This was faster than many fighter jets, but with 13,000 miles between West City and home, the trip would still take eleven hours. By late morning, the grassy highlands of Yugoslavia finally came into view. Dropping down close to the ground, Ivan passed over huge patches of farmland, and could see the occasional farmer wave at him. Waving back, he powered on. The hills receded and formed into a large valley, at the center of which sat a modestly expansive, plainly-built city.

There it was: Zastava, Yugoslavia.

A crackled, intermittent voice rose from the soldier's shoulder radio.

"This is Two, One! Welcome home!" the voice said, sounding eerily similar to Ivan.

"Ah. Two, is the long-range flux detector online?"

"No, One. I've taken the mainframe down for maintenance. We had an energy capacitor blow out."

"Damn. Reboot it as soon as possible, please, we have a possible target."

"Right away!"

General Ivan floated over the last of the Zastavan rooftops and entered a section of the city that had seen infinitely better times. It was the industrial section. Shut-down factories and abandoned warehouses dotted it, many of them twisted heaps of metal girder, remnants of ancient NATO bombings. The wastes of those structures gently faded away into bare dirt, then again faded to healthy green grass, which rose sharply upward to form a flat-faced cliff. On top of this cliff sat four, giant radio dishes, each pointing outward and away from a brush-camoflauged, moss-covered cement mound. Ivan touched down in front of this cement elevation and ducked underneath the camo netting to get at a steel door bolted into the concrete. He gave its circular handle a hearty turn, and numerous gears whirred and chattered to open the hatch, revealing a ladder that shot down into darkness.

The android climbed down a few rungs, slammed the hatch above him shut, pressed the insides of his boots against the outer piping of the ladder, and slid down into the abyss. He fell almost freely at high speed, yet made no sounds of terror or even surprise, for he had performed this task numerous times. The darkness grew lighter and lighter as small, caged lightbulbs streaked past, the evidence of a military installation compounding. Suddenly, the lightbulbs were joined by signs that read: "STOP!". Ivan gritted his boots and hands against the rails, coming to a halt ten feet above a grey, metal-plated floor. Hopping down with a loud clang and turning away from the ladder, he faced a simple, knobless metal door with the symbol of Ivan painted on it: the waved and tilted "I". The android walked up to it, pressed a button to the side, and the door slid upwards to reveal a small, closet-sized chamber lined with rubber insulation.

Ivan stepped onto a red, plastic plate in the center, and the door behind him slid shut, locking itself in the process. A metal ring descended from the ceiling and surrounded the room's occupant, sending a instantaneous, painless burst of energy through him. A robotic voice echoed through a small speaker in the ceiling.

"ENERGY FREQUENCY IS 4.45 MEGAHERTZ. WELCOME TO ZASTAVA, EITO."

"Damn, I've got to fix that thing" Ivan thought.

A second door slid open and Ivan stepped out, entering a grey, dimly-lit room lined with various firearms, with a set of double-doors on the opposite side. The co-leader of the Japanese Self-Defense Force pushed through them and strode into a room filled with computers, video screens, and two of his duplicates, who were hunched over a computer case, one of them furiously fiddling with it.

"Idiot, we fixed the capacitor already, we don't need to screwing with the frickin' computer!" one said.

"Hey, I'm just checking things!" the other replied, equally annoyed.

Ivan put them both in their place.

"Two and Three, I'd venture to say that you're both idiots!"

The two Ivan incarnations jumped a bit.

"One! You scared us!"

"Fear happens to be an emotion best displayed by idiots. Is the detector up?"

The Ivan known as Three locked a metal side panel in place on the side of the computer and reconnected various straps and wires.

"It is now!"

The general pulled up a wheeled chair and sat before the main computer monitor. After booting up the system, he punched in a few keystrokes and started a command prompt. From there, he launched a program that read data from the radio dishes high above the bunker he sat in. Ivan selected a graphical data log from the past day and displayed it on the screen. It was the exact same setup as the little digital readout he carried under his left sleeve. The little green line remained mostly straight, though little hiccups appeared throughout. Finally, after three minutes of watching a motionless graph, the line jerked upward at the time of 16:28, which was exactly when Ivan attended the funeral in West City.

It wasn't a terribly large spike, resting at a mere 100 gigawatts, but the acceleration was insane. The graph spike and everything preceding it were nearly perpendicular with each other. Whatever caused it could be dangerous.

Two and Three leaned over Ivan's shoulder.

"What is it, One?" Two asked.

"Something was at the funeral in West City. It generated a powerful enough burst of EM to reach all the way over here, and with little signal loss. I got nearly the same readings on my field detector, but I want to try to match this to a known energy signature" Ivan explained.

The prime Ivan navigated the contents of his computer to another program, this one containing a table of the various wavelengths and amplitudes of different, known energy "prints". He copied the data he got from the reader and pasted it into the table, trying to find a match. It wasn't Eito's power, Goku Jr.'s, Vegeta Jr.'s, and it wasn't that of Ivans Two or Three. It wasn't a nuclear test, a solar flare, Aurora Borealis, or a rampant Tesla Coil. The process took quite a while to exhaust the various electromagnetic values stored in the numerous volumes of Ivan's hard drive. It took so long, in fact, that Ivan's Two and Three got bored and merged with Ivan One, which they did when they were not needed.

The search bore on and on, and eventually, there was no more data to compare. Ivan looked down the his computer's clock. It was 6:37 PM. He had been at his task for eight solid hours, with no appreciable result. Disgusted yet determined, Ivan One pushed himself away from the computer and stood up, stretching his arms out. He walked into an office next to the mainframe computer, whose open door let one see a cluttered desk surrounded by dozens of cardboard boxes, each filled with rolled up blueprints and plainly-labeled CDs.

The general sifted through the pile to find a certain box labeled: "Gero". Hefting it onto a nearby desk, he began rifling through it. Inside were some dusty lab books, experimental data from age-old tests, plans for a gas-powered toaster, and a single, plastic-cased CD. Ivan held the little plastic plate in one hand and contemplated it. It was ancient Dr. Gero, like Hakari Briefs, determined that the power of the Z Fighters stemmed from the EM theory, and even measured it in the same way: with seconds and gigawatts. This CD contained every single energy analysis Gero had ever performed; if the identity of the World Tournament phantom was ever recorded at all, it would be on this disc.

Loading the disc into the drive of his computer, Ivan resumed his quest. Even though Gero's data was more than a century old, the energy output patterns he gathered would never change. Opening up the files within the CD, Ivan groaned when he discovered that the wavelengths he needed were organized into a massive and ugly table. Switching to the energy reader, he calculated his quarry's output frequency to be exactly 4 megahertz, and its wavelength to be 54 centimeters which frightened him somewhat, because his own frequency was 4.45 megahertz, making him significantly slower. If he and this unknown force were to lock horns in all-out combat, the android general would be at a distinct disadvantage, both in a hand-to-hand or beam-to-beam power struggle. Even Eito might have trouble.

Scanning around the number table, Ivan found the number "4.45" in one of the horizontal rows and "54" in a vertical column, which intersected at "1". There was no explanation of that number to be found anywhere on the table, so Ivan got up and went back into his office. He pulled out Gero's lab book and searched each page for anything useful. He found another data table, one that was much easier to read. The number "1" stood for a man known as Goku. Several paragraphs of Goku's background information followed. He was married to a woman name Chi-Chi and had a six-year-old son named Gohan.
"Gohan, that name sounds familiar.....Gohan....Gohan....Gohan....oh, no......"

Ivan connected the dots rather quickly. Gohan was the father of Pan, and Goku was the father of Gohan. All of the history books indicated that Mr. Satan killed Cell, Majin Buu, and even Super Android 17, but that account, in Ivan's mind, was now irrevocably disproven. Goku had to be the one that killed those monsters, not Satan, and he was back from wherever he had been for the last century. The only trouble was the fact that dead men don't come back without a damned good reason, and Goku's reason was likely the desire to fight.

Ivan was slightly worried. If, for whatever reason, things came down to an open brawl with Goku, the odds of winning would not be encouraging, even with Eito to help out. Disconcerted, he dumped the lab book back into its crate and reached for his shoulder radio. Fiddling with a few knobs for a second, he found Eito's communication frequency.

"Eito, this is Ivan. Are you there?"

"Yes. Go ahead." Seventeen replied, his electronic voice slightly crackled.

"Do you know a guy named Goku?"
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