Beep, beep.
The infirmary of this place was plain, a sterilized white with several beds with machines next to them that would take care of their patients. As it so happens, only one bed was occupied.
Beep, beep.
Who was now waking up. "5 more minutes…" groaned the figure lying in the bed. He attempted to roll over, but it was obvious that he couldn't. Shifting a little in the bed, he then tries to tug the blanked up and over his head to drown out the constant beeping that was coming nearby and that was a failure too since his limbs just wouldn't work. He mutters something about stupid alarms as he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, before his sleep addled mind associated the distinct lack of eye rubbing with his hand with the arm that was refusing to move from his side.
Beep, beep… Now that he was a little more aware of himself, he opens his eyes briefly, albeit a little too quickly. He shut his eyes again quickly when the blinding light threatened a headache, before counting to 10 and then slowly opened his eyes. Squinting at the light to let his eyes adjust, he attempts to move his arms again. Again, his limbs weren't responding but he could now feel something around his wrists that was making movement very troublesome. Now that he was awake, he began scanning the room. It was bright, white and sterile, all the markings of an infirmary, joy.
He glanced to his side and identified a machine making the annoying beeping noise, some kind of heart monitor or the likes since the annoying beeping was in tune with his own heartbeat. Giving a glare at the device that disrupted his sleep, he attempts to get up, before his eyes widen as he feels restraints on his ankles and wrists. Now that he was aware, he could feel them and their restricted range of movement, giving a curious jiggle with his limbs to try and test their stress limits.
He glanced around one more time, looking for anything that told him where he was exactly. With visibility limited laying down, he shifts his weight a bit, trying to heave himself upright to take stock of the room and see what was around. After a few moments of struggling and grunting, he heaves himself upright slightly and spots a certain helmet with a green, folded up material on a table at the foot of his bed. He slumped down after that exertion, panting a bit, before looking down at his chest. Yup, still in his brown bird-style, so that meant he was still transmuted. Well, that did limit who currently was holding him. Galactor knew about the bracelets and would have taken his off to examine if they did indeed capture him. The ISO wouldn't have restrained a member of the Science Ninja team, so that left a third party group or a foreign military.
What was the last thing he remembered? He remembered a mecha, but couldn't place exactly what it looked like. The other members of the Science Ninja team decided to infiltrate it and plant the explosives. As usual, he was told to stay behind on the God Phoenix and he remembered settling himself in for a quick nap since it was a big thing and it was still on the ground. Bits and pieces of his memory were coming back but in fragments. He remembered panicking, heading towards a mountain for some reason… A fire? Maybe? No, something was following him. A Missile! That was it! Ken called him through his communicator in a panic, Galactor knew where he was and a Missile was following him. He distinctly remembered doing an emergency take-off since it wasn't often he did those types of movements. Why did he think heading towards a mountain was a smart idea he didn't know. Wait, yes he did. He was in a desert so there was no water around. Something bad still happened though. What was it? He remembered an explosion, engines failing, then falling to their doom and then fire. Then the ground turned into water? somehow?
He jumped slightly when the door to the room suddenly slid open with a loud beep, then hiss, disturbing his reminiscence in favour of quickly looking at the new arrival. The man had the coat on that doctors usually wore but wore a uniform underneath, a navy blue one if he was seeing right. Well, it wasn't green, so that was good. He got to work on undoing a restraint, minimising the movements in order to keep suspicion away form that arm. The doctor seemed to smile reassuringly as he approached him, getting ready to talk. Well, best to distract him from asking anything just yet by asking his own questions and he tried to do so, only to cough a bit from how dry his throat was a surprise, he didn't think he was that parched but now that he knew that he could feel how dry his throat was. He eventually got some words out. "Where am I? Who are you?"
The machine made another pair of beeps that was starting to get a little annoying, but the doctor didn't seem to mind. In fact, the man actually brightened up at his response, muttering about speaking Japanese, before fishing a penlight from his front pocket and shining it into his eyes, carefully placing one hand on his temple to keep him still. At least he was a professional, there was no way a soldier be that careful with a potential enemy. He replies as he examines him, speaking clearly and calmly like many doctors do but with a hint of a strange accent. "You're in the medical wing right now. Your ship crashed into the river and we managed to pull you out from the wreckage before you died. You had a slight concussion, some minor burns and a pretty bad case of hypothermia developing by the time you were rescued. You're lucky that suit seems to have some manner of protection against the cold so we kept it on you, but we've had to remove your helmet and belt in order to examine you properly. I'm Doctor Matthews by the way. Do you and your species have a name?" He turns the light off and puts it back on his pocket as he reaches for the glass of water nearby and a straw.
Ryu mind was a little addled from all that information, but the main thing he was trying to understand what he meant by his species. "My, species?"
The water was offered to him. He was parched, but even he had paid some attention to his ninja lessons, and sometimes water was poisoned or laced with something, most likely a truth serum or the like. The water did appear to be clear, but he still eyed it warily and the doctor must have realised what his train of thought was because he suddenly started chuckling. "It's not drugged, we're not sure what your immune system would accept or refuse and you weren't exactly that injured to require anything other than some bandages." He takes a sip of water himself and makes a show of swallowing it, before tilting the straw for easier access.
"But to answer your question, we are not entirely sure you're human. You may have the same xenomorphic shape as us but your ships sudden appearance in the atmosphere hints to advanced technology that hasn't yet been developed yet does hint to a non-human background."
He kept his expression mostly blank as he nodded his head, eyebrow twitching when the machine made another pair of annoying beeps that sounded louder than usual, taking another sip of water to keep a little busy. In his head, he made a mental note to pat himself on the back for his acting skills because he heard 'xeno' in that sentence and he knew that was a word for alien. He was remembering all sorts of alien based films that he's seen and one thing that was consistent with all of them was human kind's desire to dissect them and examine the remains. His imagination was already coming to the conclusion that they wanted to interrogate him before dissecting him.
A final twist of his wrist and he manages to free his right hand from his restraint. Managing to hold back a cheer, he sips the water again, glad that it was rather refreshing. He ran his hand over the restraint, feeling it out from under his glove, noting that it felt like a simple buckle rather than a cuff, which would make getting out that much easier. So apparently these guys didn't know who he was, since they sorely underestimated him so much already.
His mind was suddenly distracted by another beep to his side although this one was a lot louder than the pair's it kept doing, causing both of them to jump at its sudden intrusion and glance at the machine in confusion. The beep came from group of four lights, all bunched together with a single one lit. At the same time as spotting that, he felt a wire connected to the buckle of the restraint. He suspected what it was and it took a quick glance at the doctor to confirm his suspicion. It was confirmed as the doctor's expression changed from confusion to alarm before snapping his head to look at him. He could feel him adjusting his weight on the bed to push away with his hand to jump away as his jaw was beginning to move to yell out for a guard. He reacted as best as he could, despite the sheet slowing him down a bit, he still managed to grab the front of his shirt, before hauling him forwards towards him while ramming his forehead against his in a simple head-butt. Not too fancy but efficient and it kept him close for further pummelling if that didn't knock him out.
The doctor crumpled on top of him and a quick shove had him fall onto the floor as he reached over to unbuckle the other arm restraint. The next led lit up which confirmed his suspicion that the buckles were connected somehow. He had no idea if they alerted anyone or if someone else was coming in, so he rushed to unbuckle his ankles and get off the bed.
Once he's out of the restraints, he hops off the bed and looks at the table that was at the foot of his bed. Picking up his boots and gloves, glad that the protective material was back on. He picks up his belt and straps it back around his waist, briefly checking the compartments to ensure the contents was all safe and there. As he picks up his wing-cloak, he hears someone knock on the door and ask if everything was ok. Well this wasn't good.
Beep, beep.
Sounds like the machine agreed with him.
Story Notes:
This is the second episode to my AU series. The events during this fic occurs during the first episode, 'This is Our Story', so feel free to read that to catch up. These chapters are all fairly short, but they help build the setting for the main event :p
Author's Chapter Notes:
Disclaimer: I don't own Gatchaman. If I did, I would change nothing.
Previously...
The spirit of the God Phoenix has told us her story. Of the time of her creation, to the discovery of Sosai X and then her hand in the formation of the Science Ninja Team, The God Phoenix has explained her side of the story. The final part of her story occurs during the events of this part of the story and we now get to see what has happened to Ryu after being fished out from the river. As well as finding out exactly where they are, because they aren't in their world any more…
Previously...
The spirit of the God Phoenix has told us her story. Of the time of her creation, to the discovery of Sosai X and then her hand in the formation of the Science Ninja Team, The God Phoenix has explained her side of the story. The final part of her story occurs during the events of this part of the story and we now get to see what has happened to Ryu after being fished out from the river. As well as finding out exactly where they are, because they aren't in their world any more…
Chapter End Notes:
A/N: And the second fic begins. The events that occur during this is kind of at the same time as "This is our Story" fic. The point of view has shifted from the God Phoenix to Ryu Nakinishi now, who is the protaginist in this fic.