Summoned so the Soviet Conquers! (GATE Fanfics)

Chapter VI - Contact

"Their final thoughts were of home and the people they had loved."

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"I'm telling you Itami, Wing was the Best of the Gundam series. After that it was all girls in short skirts and pilots who got really whiny," said Kurato, the young otaku with a catgirl fetish talking about something other than that for once and actually serious for once.

"I don't know about that. I mean I enjoyed a lot of the different reboots and I don't think Wing was the be all end all of Gundam. I mean it only touched on some of the cooler technology that the ones after it did."

"Yeah, but that's just technology. That's not actual good story and dialogue," countered Kurato.

"Hey, let's not start slinging mud. Gundam series other than wing had good dialogue."

"That's true to an extent, but they never got as good as Wing did in story. I like the new anime, but in this case the classic stands tall."

"Or you two could stop talking about TV shows meant for kids on an open frequency like they're actual literature. Baka's," came the disdainful reply from Shino over the radio.

"I really gotta quit doing that," said Kurato with a nervous laugh.

"Wouldn't matter if you did, Shino would still be grumpy," said Itami.

"The mike is still keyed baka!" came the sharp retort, causing both men to jump and quickly make the mike stop transmitting.

They were part of the 3rd recon unit and ironically enough had three vehicles to their patrol group. Or more accurately saying, they were the third recon unit out of twelve such units, but they seemed to have a lot more fun than the other units. If you could count fighting dragons, being accosted by a demi goddess, and having to deal with many strange and utterly bizarre situations. One of the situations that they had not been expecting, despite all of the magic, elves, demi gods, and dragons that they had been exposed to, was this.

The third recon unit came to a halt after taking a particularly sharp turn in the road, hemmed in on either side by trees, because the road was blocked. By two Soviet era jeeps, four Soviet looking soldiers and a Soviet flag stuck into the ground by the jeeps. A man stood between the two jeeps, looking almost like he had been waiting for them. He gave a friendly wave.

"Um, sir. Did we take a wrong turn somewhere?" asked Kurato.

"No, we're exploring. Can't take a wrong turn when you're exploring," responded Itami glibly.

"What should we do?"

"Say hello I guess," said Itami getting out of the Toyota high mobility vehicle.

"What are you doing Itami?" sputtered Kurato.

"Talking. If they kill me make sure to avenge me," said Itami with an apathetic wave of his hand.

The man facing him was dressed in outdated Soviet military fatigues and armed with a Kalashnikov rifle currently slung over his shoulder, much the way that Itami had his Type 64 slung over his.

"Hi, how are you?" asked Itami, not really expecting much of an answer.

"I am well, thank you for asking."

Itami's jaw nearly hit the floor. The young officer in front of him had just answered him in fluent Japanese, though very proper Japanese. If things could get any weirder it would be hard to imagine it.

"So, uh, what are you guys doing out here?" asked Itami rather lamely.

"Same as you I assume. Acting as a reconnaissance force for our respective military's. You are of the Japan Ground Self Defense Forces are you not?"