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Summary:

You are a doctor one of a few Sent to an island of devils.

And you are not expected to return.
If you do return Will anything wait for you?

Or

What if Marley took a different approach to invading paradise?

Notes:

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Chapter 1

Notes:

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Chapter Text

You were inside an old blip. The welds were practically held together with old glue and by no way, should that thing have been in the air. Engine smoked and steamed. It sounded like the fans were going to give up and you would crash somewhere in the sea.

For a mission, as dangerous as the one you were going on. You would think Marley would at least have the respect to send you in a vessel that was at least air worthy. You were hardly off the ground yet. The air already felt stale.

You took a breath. That was the respect you would get for being a dirt blood. You stared out the window for the last time. Seeing the port of Liberia just about passing by. You studied it. You didn't want to forget the only place you ever knew.
Outside of training missions You had never left. Now they were sending you off on the most dangerous mission. To the island of Devils.

In the blimp. When you finally returned to your seat. Having made your peace with leaving home for the last time. You returned to your seat. You sat down with a creek as mission reports path were passed around.

Before opening yours. Titled in a bright font. "Operation blue skies"
You look at the 2 people sitting next to you. You had known them ever since you were quite young.
The woman sitting to the left of you was named Jane. She was about 23, the same age as you. A bit shorter. With brownish Auburn hair. She was kind. You would miss her.
She was kind, even polite to the meanest of people However, she was strong and curious of the world and excited to be leaving home for the first time.
You were sure Jane would do amazing things for this mission.

Jane like you was also a medic. In fact, 3 you, including yourself, we're heading to Paradise on this mission.

The man to the right of you was named Jackson
He was stoic and quiet. You believed he was from some other country, one where they didn't treat eldies as well. He stayed quiet, kept his head down and was now on the suicide mission.

Jackson was heading to the military police.
Jane was headed to the to the Garrison.
Both were highly amazing candidates for where they were going. You had no doubt that they would complete their mission.

With your peeping, finished. You turned to your own Mission report. It was a plain Manila envelope. With the Operation name on it. "Operation blue skies"
You flipped open to the first page. And began to read. The Page read as thought followed.

"THIS IS HIGHLY CLASSIFIED INFORMATION NOT TO BE SHARED WITH THE GENERAL PUBLIC ANY INFORMATION MADE TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC WILL BE CHARGED WITH TREASON."

That's a Great start You thought to yourself. The rest of the document read in normal font. Something one of your commanders, most likely wrote unlike the all caps bolded front, most likely stamped on to the document.
The document continued to read as follow.

"Y/N L/N, You are Intrusted To join the survey corps as part of your mission. You are to pick up local customs. Use a local dialect. While people may know where you are from, you are not supposed to tell them. Keep your reputation high and follow the 3 parameters to the bitter end.
- you have to follow the survey corps main mission, At this time. That mission would be Kill all titans On the island of paradise.
Do not let them know That Marley sent the titans. This is the most important part if they find out. Extraction is not an option, and the mission goes to shit We all lose."

You pause the reading for a moment The thought of dying on that God forsaken island wade your stomach turn.
But the blimp was in the sky You had told any family you had left that this was okay. You made your peace, and if you returned. If Marley was successful, you would spend the rest of your years as an honorary Marleyen and that was all you needed.
The other parameters were far less dramatic. The second one read "Keep all classified information, private." The third, read. "If you learn any more information Then don't hide it from Marley." At this point, it was heading late in the night. The sun was starting to set and you were supposed to arrive by 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. It was better if you could at least get some shut eye.
God knows you would need it.

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It was about 5:00 ad despite it being early spring. The air was brisk and cold and stale. But what could you expect in a blimp that probably hadn't been washed since you were born.

You stood near the back of the blimp The door had been left open and air seeped in. You dangled your legs over the side. Crisp salty ocean air The island of devils was now below. Titan territory As you heard, it referred to by your superiors and the Mission report. Did not seem as terrifying as the mission report and your superiors claimed it to be. It seemed all but relatively deserted. Desolate of life and the old castle ruins from some civilization there now long gone Stood it in its place.

You thought of it that way for all but 5 minutes. Before a titan came into view It towered over the tree line. Blood smeared its mouth and what looked like A green cloak dangled in its right hand. With a closer look, you spotted a corpse in it's left hand. The sight of it made you want to vomit.

<3 minutes later you flew about a 100m from the ground. You could smell what you saw, and you saw a massacre. Corpses of both humans and horses laid in the grass, blood shrieked across the green blades.
Out of everything you saw in that field. You saw the decapitated head of a girl who didn't look over 15. The expression left on her face now, pale from lack of blood. Of course, it wasn't attached to a body, so what blood could be left in the head? Her expression, she looked so scared. She died seening the worst. She had red hair and you would never forget it. It was tied into 2 pigtails. With multicolored, hair ties. Despite being a dirt blood, an eildin You didn't think she deserved that. No one does.

At this point you had seen enough The other medics who would be joining you on this trip though, not stationed with you Jackson and Jane. A handful of other soldiers all heading to different places. We're Now Playing cards.
You had a 1/2 hour until you arrived and some time to kill. What's wrong with the game of cards?

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One game of cards later
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After a small screaming fit from some Soldier, that you didn't know the name of
(You should have tho. You've known him since you were 10)
You couldn't care very much. As you approached. Marley's Main outpost city
The most southern city.
There might have been an old name for it, but Marley called it "south city" I know creative name.

You stuck your head out of the door Same one where you saw that massacre earlier. On top of a smooth Stone wall that stretched about 60m in to the air and something That was much more obviously Marleyen engineering. It looked more like a towering outpost. I guess that's why they call it the outpost city. At least in Marley they do. You've heard it mentioned by your superiors a few times. It was steel and welded together. The architecture was far more solid than the blimp you are in There was clearly some accurate put into Design, as it stretched 40m Into the air. Matching the current altitude of your blimp.

The blimp slowly started to slow down as you encroached on the tower Very soon, you would admit the same people that would most likely be the cause, and reason for your demise.

Notes:

We're gonna Call it quits there. First, chapter Done, I'm rewriting this for the first time. I made Y/N Whiny, last time and I'm not repeating my mistakes. Cause, I know that you are most likely a girl boss And more badass Then anyone I know
And let's be fair, the trope of being a whiny Y/N makes me pull my hair out.