Muv-Luv Last Divers Prequel Story – A World of Endless Stars Translation

Muv-Luv Last Divers Prequel Story - A World of Endless Stars Translation

This is the web premiere of “A World of Endless Stars”, the prequel to Muv-Luv Unlimited the Day After “Last Divers”, which was included in the August 2014 issue of “Alternative Stories 9: On the World of Broken Stars”, Written by Muv-Luv TDA author: Wei Luxin.

This is the story of the first time Ellen Aice and Josset Danbellecoux ascended into Earth orbit. The book version has been gone for a long time, so I opened it to the public on a trial basis.

The original story script can be found on the author’s pixiv account: here.

Muv-Luv Last Divers Prequel Story – A World of Endless Stars

There was no end to this starry sky.

A world of stars, separated only by a sheet of glass, filled my field of vision.

The world that I had longed for and sought was filled with countless stars as I had expected and a darkness that was deeper than I had imagined.

The stars did not twinkle, they were just there, and the darkness reflected no color at all.

(Oh… There’s no atmosphere.)

The light of an unobstructed star that you could almost touch if you reached out as you longed.

I reached out for it, but it never reached me. It was a faraway void with nothing to protect me.

Expectation and anxiety. This was the duality of the conflicting emotions I was feeling now that I have come to this place. Having realized the reason for this, I was able to accept both sides of this unknown starry sky as they were, with excitement and awe.

Like this view without the atmosphere, I could longer be interrupted by anyone, I could no longer be protected by anyone. I thought it seemed like a world worthy of Josset Danbellecoux, who had come here to see how far she could go on her own.

— Altitude: 140km, Earth’s geocentric orbit.

This glass-walled “Observatory” overhanging the perimeter of the United Nations Space Force (UNSF) International Orbital Spaceport (OSP) 1400, also known as the Blue Orbital Port (outside the Blue Port), was known as the place where the still-burning cowards (non-fried chickens) – or cadet divers – were baptized in space.

The entire wall of this small module was a real window with a gently curved surface, providing a view of space with the naked eye that extended 180 degrees in front of you, from overhead to your feet, and was not a video projection.

(Rather, there are no windows at all, except for this one: ……)

No wonder. Although Earth’s orbit was far from deep space, space was space. In a world where cosmic rays and space debris were flying around, and radiation and airtightness breakdowns were feared more than anything else, the basic rule was to be crammed in living spaces behind thick walls. It was best to eliminate the vulnerabilities such as visual windows as much as possible.

Even the glass of the observatory itself was shielded, but if there was a solar wind alert or debris alert, the shield would come down in a few seconds.

“I didn’t think it was possible to see so many stars in space. …..”

Taking advantage of the fact that I was alone, a voice spilled out of my mouth involuntarily.

Even though, only a few hours ago, I, who knew space only through the simulators on earth, should have honestly anticipated it more, this world of stars….


For the first time in my life, I went to space, and the beginning was a disappointment.

“All right, everybody on board! Get your blue asses in gear, you raw chickens!”

The HSST, an ordinary armored destroyer, was sitting in front of us diver candidates enshrined on the air runway of the space cruiser at the UN base in Mogadishu (Capital of Somalia).

“No …. I wasn’t expecting a spaceplane for VIPs or anything like that, though. ……”

Lieutenant Ellen Aice of the same cadet unit brushed back her golden hair and blurted out on behalf of the entire group.

Of course, we were used to riding in uncovered cargo bays with C-130s for aerial transport, but transporting troops in a destroyer without pressurizing the bay itself was even more of a challenge.

“I didn’t expect us to be loaded into a container. ……”

“I wonder if it’s a prep for the flying coffin. ……”

Yes, they didn’t bother to set up seats in the cargo bay and pressurize them, they just threw all of us into a single troop transport container and put it in the bay. It was like transporting a huge coffin. Of course, there were no windows.

According to the instructor, this would allow them to simply store the entire container in a large port for delivery at the orbital port, and save them the trouble of having to go through the cockpit of a small destroyer to get everyone through the airlock.

『──Airtight shutdown complete (Door Closed). Circulatory system clear.”

Nevertheless, aside from the faint smell of space in the outer shell structure and the radio broadcast, we were crammed into the cargo, which looked like a prefab hut with benches, and felt the vibration of the completion of loading into the destroyer. At that time, I finally felt that I was really going to space.

『──Cleared for takeoff. All crew, take anti-acceleration positions.』

『──Roger that. Go for takeoff. Start the count.』

『──Count Roger. Godspeed. Three, two, one.』

In the next instant, the electromagnetic catapult built into the runway accelerated the destroyer Lafayette beyond its takeoff speed. For a brief space of time, I felt a sensation of floating as if I were leaving the bed, and the main engines for atmospheric use began full-scale operation, maintaining a strong sense of acceleration. Far from being a fragile civilian, this ship, which had only lieutenants and descent candidates who have undergone re-entry anti-G training, mercilessly runs up to orbit altitude at the same acceleration as average cargo.

“Fufu ……, this is getting me pretty excited.”

Although I couldn’t help but chuckle at Ellen’s brave spirited profile, I, and every other candidate who aspired to space in any way, comfortably savored the ever-changing roar of the compound cycle engine and recreated the journey to orbit in my mind using only the senses of my ears and buttocks that I had cultivated as a first-class pilot.

“Any time now.” “Aaaah.” “It’s coming…!”

Following the murmurs of the buzzing candidates in the cargo, I could feel the one-step acceleration through the ship’s hull and the near-familiar roar of the jump unit — that is, the final phase of the combined cycle, the firing of the rocket engines for leaving the atmosphere.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven—”

Relying on the itinerary we had received at the briefing, we unthinkingly started the countdown. I, Ellen, and everyone else who was reaching space for the first time chanted in chorus with laughter and nervousness.

“Three, two, one… Cut off.”

As expected of an elite group. The sound of the jet disappeared without missing a beat. Everyone applauded and whistled, and sang their own praises for their own counting.

The moment the acceleration was complete — the first thing I felt in space was my stomach.

“Aahh, that’s pretty exciting! Moreover, unlike drop drills, this one lasts forever, right? Ellen…”

When I turned my head to the side, I saw that her purple amethyst eyes that were flaring up a while ago had disappeared and she was staring straight ahead with a pale face and her mouth tied in a straight line.

“Ellen, you can’t possibly ….”

“…… José, That, bag, quickly …… ugh.”

“Ahhh! Hold on! Bear with it! Now!

I hurriedly supported my friend who didn’t seem to have time to reach for the nice paper bag that was originally given to each of us. That was the beginning of my weightlessness experience.

After two orbit changes, the destroyer arrived at OSP 1400, an international orbital spaceport owned by the United Nations Command.

OSP 1400 (Orbital Space Port 1400) is a very UN-like prose name for an altitude of 140 km. In contrast to the extremely UN-like prosaic naming of the facility, this facility, which is generally referred to as the Blue Orbital Port (Lou Port) due to its association with the UN colors, was originally a commercial port that had been built by the private sector in anticipation of the era of orbital transportation, but was commandeered by the United Nations when civilian demand shrank and military needs increased with the outbreak of the BETA War. That’s why some civilian cargo is still handled there. 

Incidentally, there were two other orbital ports orbiting at the same altitude: the Red Port, a complete military port owned by the U.S. Space Command (USSC), and the White Port, a French orbital port that was effectively transferred to France when the European Space Agency (ESA) ceased to exist.

Compared to the Blue Port, which was a combination of commercial rationality and UN bureaucracy, and the Red Port, which incorporates various modules of the Soviet Union that can no longer maintain an orbital force (hence the red name), our white orbital port (Port Blanc) boasts the most beautiful of the three ports with its well-proportioned triple-ring structure, just like Europe. It was a shame that our orbital maneuvers didn’t take place there, but I chose the UN forces for a reason, so it couldn’t be helped.

The troop transport containers that had slipped out of the destroyer’s cargo bay were taken to a large port in the orbital port, and as soon as the pressurization was complete, they were unloaded en masse. On the first day, there is no training in order to accustom the body to the zero-gravity environment, and we are taken to the “dormitory” where sleeping boxes divided into hexagons like a honeycomb were lined up all over the wall. Basically, we could move freely, however, the pair (element) system was always adhered to, and there was one box for every two people. Those who are feverish from space sickness fell into the sleeping bags inside the boxes…

So far, no view of space at all.

(Go left before the control module, and when you get to the outer perimeter, go up between storage areas D and E…)

I walked alone through the narrow passageway of the orbital port, which for the sake of convenience was set to “night” in Greenwich Mean Time. Although the port itself is operated 24 hours a day, three shifts a day, most of the staff, except for the resident staff, followed this standard time, and it was quiet.

Perhaps this was a sufficient demonstration of the pilot’s aptitudes. They have become completely accustomed to flying in space. Incidentally, Ellen’s space sickness seems to have settled down after a good night’s sleep, and she has fallen asleep again in the box after enjoying the space food.

(It looks like she won’t be throwing up and drowning anymore. …… I hope she is okay)

I sneaked out of the dormitory and headed for the “observation deck” that I had heard about from my senior divers. The observatory itself was in the general area and did not require any special authority, but I felt guilty about preempting the place where I would be officially taken tomorrow.

More than anything, I’m embarrassed that I can’t wait for tomorrow because of my longing for space. That was the main reason why I was conducting a covert operation without telling Ellen, waiting for the “night”.

─ And I was just overwhelmed.


I didn’t even recall any guilt or embarrassment I had before I slipped into the observatory.

(Finally… I made it here.)

In the beginning, I just had a longing for the starry sky.

ِAs far as I can remember, the old continent (Metropolitaine, France) had already fallen to the BETA. However, under the patronage of my father, a politician, I grew up gazing at the stars without any difficulty in my evacuated home in Quebec, without being aware of the tragedy except as an adult. On nights when my parents were busy and often absent, I would endlessly go back and forth between the star charts and the sky.

Eventually, Quebec, which had been only a refugee area, had come to be a semi-permanent leased land called “France Nouvelle Continentale,” and ironically enough, when I was put on my father’s rostrum without knowing anything as the hope of a new generation, I learned for the first time that this whole small, peaceful world was a protectorate established under his patronage.

I knew that I, the French in Quebec, were redeemed by the billions of liters of blood shed in Eurasia for the lives of all people living on the North American continent.

(It really bothered me as a child. …… Looking back on it now, I can’t help but think of it as the adolescent disease of the big spenders.)

The things I could do now — I pursued them earnestly, always trying to excel. but no matter what I accomplished or how I behaved, my feet never left the palms of my father’s hands. After all, the land of Quebec itself, where I have lived, is a huge palm that protects the French people themselves, which my father established as one of the “founding fathers” of the new nation.

(That’s why I became a pilot…)

I wanted to be a pilot, to be in the army. When I learned that my father was also a member of the French army, I volunteered for the UN army. I participated in the UN military operations centered on the defense of Nigeria, another large leased land owned by France, and fought hard in the deserts of North Africa to accumulate achievements and qualify for a recommendation to become an orbital diver, the only way to reach the world of the stars I had looked up to as a child.

And now…

I gently touched the large window that separated me from space. …… It was not cold. Even though a literal frozen darkness spread wide in the beyond, this shielding glass is doing its job of insulating, of protecting the survival of mankind.

(Even though I’ve risen to this orbit, I’m still protected… but…)

First of all, I was not a real diver yet.

I am a mere cadet who is ridiculed as a raw baked (non-fried chicken).

And even after becoming an orbital diver, whether or not I could achieve any real results was another matter. It was more likely that a hive-entry dive mission with a survival rate of less than 20 percent — would end all my accumulated merits at once.

“Even so, I will seize something…”



The …… “observatory” was, of course, dimmed to provide a view of the stars, and the entrance was carefully double-structured to keep out the light. They didn’t even notice that Ellen had come in.

“What’s wrong, Ellen? Are you feeling okay?”

The embarrassment that I had completely forgotten suddenly came back to me, and I sluggishly faced Ellen.

“I’m used to it now, so I’m totally fine…”

Kicking the wall at the entrance lightly, Ellen also floated next to me and came to the side of the large window.

“How should I put it, isn’t it cruel that you’re enjoying yourself alone when you know such a wonderful place.”

“Well, that’s because Ellen was sound asleep …… and how did he know I was here ……?”

“No, I asked some random guy over there. I said that I’d like to be alone for a while, and I was wondering if he knew of a good place …….”

I can vividly imagine the mischievous glint in her eyes and the sexual allure she had on when she did that. It is a domain that I cannot imitate no matter how hard I try. 

“Jeez. That aside, are you alone?”

And then I realized.

“Yes. I thought maybe you wanted to be alone, José. I’ve been here for quite a while, you know?”

This old friend saw right through me — She was worried for me.

Then she too faced the darkness of space.

With just a little light from the room, Ellen and I were reflected in the far sky. The same golden hair, the same purple eyes. And yet, the two of us gave opposite impressions.

“Space… I think I understand why José wanted to see this.”

“I just couldn’t wait for tomorrow like a kid.”

“You wanted to feel it, didn’t you? Dreams do come true.”

“…… Yeah. You see through me.”

“Well, I’ve heard a lot from you.”

Little by little, we were in harmony. My conversation was my best friend was as if singing the same hymn in a ceremony. 

And, once Ellen was there, I let out a small sigh.

“── Actually, If you don’t get to gaze at something like this, you won’t really feel that you’ve come to space.”

“José, you are the first to suddenly spit out this realization ……”.

“Forget about that, please.”

“──But that’s right. It seems that candidates who come to the exercises will always be brought here once. Even the most seasoned of pilots can’t keep their feet on the ground. I’ve even heard of people getting vertigo.

A primordial fear created by an endless void.

“Humans …. Cannot keep on living without the support of others.”

Ellen muttered to no one in particular.

But there was no such thing as gentle support in this space.

This was something we all know firsthand from the BETA invasion, but there aren’t many places where you can truly feel it.

“For a person like me, who has yearned for space. A deadly world, behind a pane of glass…. Maybe I wanted to be shown this reality.”

We were the ones who have taken the trouble to volunteer to be orbital divers, when we could have been lieutenants, captains, and even squadron commanders if we just stayed in the military of our country. I think we must have had a longing for space somewhere in our core.

“I doubt that.”


Ellen’s hand was gently placed over mine.

“I know you want to give the non-fried cadet a taste of the void, but this window has been here for a long time, hasn’t it? I’m sure José can tell, why she wanted to see space that wasn’t reflected in images, even with all these expensive safety mechanisms built in.”


Still, people yearned for space.

By confronting this merciless space, one can…

“Besides, I had other thoughts.”

Ellen lightly pulled my hand, and our unsupported bodies spun softly in the air. When the rotation stopped by lightly bumping into each other head-on, Ellen and I were facing each other at close range. Against the backdrop of the frozen world of the stars, eyes of the same color were looking through each other to see the other’s form.

“With the space like this, we need someone to support us…”

Everyone is, seeing this in a new light.

I saw how tiny I was compared to the universe.

If you are a small person and you want to be a part of this vast universe, it was impossible to do it alone.

“True … I am sure you are right.”

For the most part, that’s what we pilots had been trained to do from the start. Two TSFs make one squadron element. Even orbital dives happen with two-TSF reentry shells.

And in the majority of this world — two people are, for mankind, the smallest unit that can seek support from each other.

“…… I came to this orbit looking for a place where I could walk alone without anyone to protect me… and I met Ellen on the way.”

I smiled into her eyes, and Ellen smiled back, shaking her hair of the same color.

“Don’t make it sound like it was an accident or something. It’s only because I met you José that I’ve been able to reach such heights in space.

“If you say that, then I have to say I wouldn’t have survived in North Africa if I was alone.”

“It’s mutual. See, I knew you would understand.”

People live by being protected by someone else and protecting someone else.

One day, I hope that I can say the same thing to my father.

And for that sake…

Once again, the two of us face the endless starry sky.

A world of stars separated only by a sheet of glass, spread out to fill my vision.

The world that I had longed for and sought for so long was filled with countless stars, just as I had expected, and a darkness deeper than I had imagined.

It was a sea of ​​stars that can never be rowed alone.

“We’ve got each other’s backs, me and José… let’s go together, the best of the pilots. Our ticket to row into space is almost here.”

“Yes. We will go together. Even further…”

Lt. Josset Danbellecoux and Lt. Ellen Aice’ starry path continues from here…

──to be continued in: “the Last Divers”

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