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RATED: R (for language, violence, and sexual innuendo)
When the war against the Dark Gundam was underway, Neo-America released its New York detachment in order to strike with its country's most powerful weapon, the Statue of Liberty Cannon. In result, it failed and the Dark Gundam retaliated with a single beam, destroying Neo-New York, which is also the capitol city of Neo-America.
After the Dark Gundam was defeated, Neo-America was immediately underway of rebuilding what was lost. The people, the leaders, and the integrity of space colony. One year later, Neo-New York was rebuilt and reopened.
Before the reopening Neo-New York to its people, the American government decided that in commemoration of the reopening ceremony, America will hold a tournament that will decide who will go up against Chibodee Crockett, the previous winner of the Neo-America Decision, and have a chance to represent Neo-America in the next Gundam Fight.
In response, the fifty states of America will each have a Gundam representing their state and compete in a Gundam Fight. America's own Gundam Fight.
This is Gundam AMERICA
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GUNDAM AMERICA
EPISODE 1: Neo-New Jersey strikes! Strike Gundam takes off!
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TIME: 7:57pm
LOCATION: Columbia, South Carolina
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The local watering hole for the downtrodden was halfway packed with local drunkies and relaxing blue collars downing whatever was on tap. It was your normal bar, well lit, a few beer stains on the cushions on the barstools here and there, but it was still home to some of its regulars, a second home to its boozehounds. Everything was normal in here.
"Except for him," a local drunk said to his drinking buddies pointing out towards the corner. The corner being occupied by a man in black Italian clothing and sporting Versace sunglasses.
"Some say he's from out of town," another drunk said before downing the rest of his beer. "They say he's from the colonies."
"You don't think he's the guy who's going up against Reggie, is he?"
"What is it with you and out of towners?" the other one argued. "You keep on saying that every new person in this bar is the one who is going to fight Reggie, the Rebel? The Rebel Gundam's pilot?"
"And what if I am?" the man in the black said in his semi-Jersey Accent as he approached the two's table. "I'm the pilot of the Strike Gundam, Neo-New Jersey's representative Gundam."
"You boy?" replied the second drunk. "You think, you, with your nice Jersey shoes and your nice Jersey glasses think you can beat a Southerner? You gotta be kiddin!"
"Yeah, city-sissies like you can't hold a finger towards Reggie the Rebel. He's already eliminated Neo-Vermont's Chain Gundam. And within one minute, I reckon!"
"Reggie's the first one in the tournament to eliminate another Gundam. Those colonists up there in space say that he's got potential to win the first American Gundam Fight. So you best hear ma words, Jersey-boy, take your Strike Gundam and leave. This is no place for some foolish northern going around with his plaything..."
The pilot of Neo-New Jersey's Gundam wasn't going to take right in his own face. Instead of walking away, he picked up both drunks and slammed them together, facing his face.
"PLAYTIME'S OVER!" the pilot screamed as he head butted the two drunks at the same time with his own head. He then threw the two unconscious drunks onto the ground and began to head out.
"Bill the damages to the Neo-New Jersey state government," the pilot said to the bartender as he left. "And when those drunks wake up, make sure you tell them that it was Rob Latoni who head butted them."
TIME: 8:35pm
LOCATION: A thirty minute drive out of Columbia towards the Blue Ridge Mountains
A white BMW pulled up to an abandoned airplane hanger outside of town. As the driver turned off the lights and the engine of his car, Rob Latoni stepped out from the back of the car, only to be looking at a light fading through a few of the windows of the abandoned hanger.
"Is she still going at it?" Rob said.
"Yeah, your girlfriend has been repairing the Strike Gundam ever since this afternoon."
"I told you, Carmen's not my girlfriend....anymore. I only invited her to be as one of my crew cause she was one of the best in analyzing mobile fighters. Now why don't you, Joseph, go and park the car?"
"Geez, alright," the driver said as he rolled his eyes. "At least you can treat your other crewmate with respect." The driver, Joseph then went back into the car and drove around the hanger into a safe spot. In the meantime, Rob opened a door into a hanger to check on his crewmate. Before him inside the hanger stood the pride of new Jersey. A Gundam in shades of black and gray, with a blue snake pointed on its chest laid down on the ground. The smell of oil and grease filled the hanger. Rob knew what was going on. He then yelled out...
"Hey Carmen! Still working are ya?"
"Why don't you bite me?!" yelled a woman in a grease monkey's outfit. Carmen was not your typical girl, well not all typical girls work on gigantic mobile fighters and get covered in grease from repairing them. Still under that hard exterior was a girl that Rob dated since he met her when he was welcomed in Leone family Mafia back in Atlantic City. But those days are past, the two were broken up, and for Rob, Carmen was just a girl who has superior knowledge of mobile suits.
"You still got it, huh Carmen?" Rob said as he walked up the scaffolding leading the left arm of the Strike Gundam. "How's Strike Gundam doing?"
"The analysis says that his left arm circuits causes his fingers to jam on occasion. I'm trying to figure out what's causing it. You in the mean time can butt out of here and head to your quarters. I managed to get some information on Rebel Gundam and his pilot. And for a specialty, I managed to get the tape of the Rebel Gundam's first fight and elimination.
"Thanks, Carmen, if you want I bought you a burger and a diet coke. No onions, right?"
"Right."
"Take care, and try to get some rest later, alright?" Rob said as he placed the Burger King bag on the scaffolding. "We might need you when I challenge Rebel Gundam tomorrow."
"Whatever."
Temporarily serving as the sleeping quarters of Rob Latoni, the engineer's resting quarters of the abandoned hanger served just fine after a few things were added. A TV and a VCR to serve Rob's need of studying his first opponent, the Rebel Gundam and its pilot, Reggie
McAllister. Strewn about the floor were a few files of information about Reggie and his Rebel Gundam. Rob read threw them over and over since he landed in Neo-South Carolina
From reading them, Rob learned a few things about Reggie and the Rebel Gundam. First off, Reginald D. McAllister, 37, is the long time descendant of the General Gerald Q. McAllister, one of the most anti-Northern general in the Confederate Army back during the Civil War. His grandfather, in addition to being anti-northern, was also a racist and owned one of the largest slave plantations in South Carolina back then. His descendent, Reginald, or "Reggie" as locals call him, is a splitting image of his ancestor, so splitting, that he hated what he call "Yankees" and in addition hated "the lesser kind", which in normal words was minorities.
"Oh yeah, he's a prize for the girls," Rob said sarcastically while looking over Reggie's file again. "Nearly decades and decades and decades of American progression, yet there is always a sign of idiocy going around."
Rob reread on again. More background of Reggie. One known fact is that Reggie collects anything related to the South's part of the Civil War, thus giving him the name Reggie the Rebel. Reggie filled most of his time collection Civil War memorabilia after his discharge from the Neo-American mobile suit army after being court martialed for the charges against him. Those charges were striking a superior officer, and also assaulting a fellow unit member on racial grounds. In addition to his antique collection, Reggie registered as a candidate to represent Neo-South Carolina in the first American Gundam Fight. After proving his success and winning the title of representation, Reggie chose and modified a Gundam for his choosing, the Rebel Gundam.
REBEL GUNDAM
Weaponry:
1 x Grandale Co. Long barrel sniper laser rifle
2 x Regulatory Vulcan Cannon (attached to head)
1 x Grandale Co. short range plasma knife, attach to laser rifle for bayonet
ARMOR:
Full suit - Gundamium Alloy
Technical readouts of height and weight came after that but that bored Rob like a Sunday Church sermon back home in the colonies. After skipping part after part, Rob then retook a look at the picture of the Rebel Gundam. Modeled after a Confederate Soldier from the Civil War, the Rebel Gundam was down to detail as previously stated.
"This guy is going to be a piece of cake," Rob said as he closed the file. He then got up and put a tape marked as "REBEL GUNDAM FIGHT" into the VCR and started playing it. After a few seconds of static, Rob flopped down on a old coach that sat direct across from the TV screen. There was a camera view of the entire fight. After hearing the start message of the two pilots saying "GUNDAM FIGHT ALL SET, READY, GO!" Vermont's Chain Gundam fired out chain after chain of metal at the Rebel Gundam, missing him at every second. The Rebel Gundam then fired a shot at the Chain Gundam's shoulders, incapacitating the shoulders of his victim. It was then the Rebel Gundam placed the bayonet on its rifle and stabbed the Chain Gundam in the mech's abdomen. Then pulling the blade out and retreating
With it having no use of its arms, and its abdomen's electric contents exposed, the Chain Gundam still fought on, but to only notice that the Rebel Gundam was out of site. Until then out of nowhere, a laser bullet fired straight through the Chain Gundam's head, exploding and eliminating Neo-Vermont's Chain Gundam from the Gundam Fight.
Rob looked at the display of his VCR, the entire battle took only one minute. One minute?!? Rob thought. This guy is tough! I thought those idiots at the bar were kiddin, but they were actually telling the truth.
"Wow, that must have hurt, huh?" said Joseph's voice behind Rob's back. Rob turned around and saw Joseph walking in with a six pack of beer in his hand. "I mean look at the video, within one minute and also with his opponent in complete disability and confusion. This guy knows how to read people from what I see. Beer?"
"Nah Joey, I don't want to over do my drinking tonight, I did all my drinking at the bar anyway. Don't want to show up with a hangover tomorrow," Rob replied as he rewound the tape. "How's Carmen doing outside,?"
"I might want to return this to her," Joey said as he showed a wrench and a bump on his temple. "That girl needs to simmer down at times."
"She is a hothead."
"That's why you stopped dating her, huh?" Joey laughed.
Rob laughed, "Yeah."
TIME: 11:53pm
LOCATION: "The Red Rose" in Columbia, South Carolina
The Red Rose in Columbia was a new establishment for the high price crowd to relax and drink, in other words a high class bar. But even as the cheer and enjoyment of the elite filled the air the bar, in a private room in the back, something else was going on other than liquored joy.
Ten men shrouded in the shadows sat around a round table in a dark room, that was only to be lit by a single hanging lamp. In the middle of the table was a piece of paper. On it was a shield that was divided into ten pieces.
Then, a door opened and in walked a butler holding a silver tray. On the tray sat a wireless speaker. The butler then turned it on, bowed, and then left. The ten then took their attention to the speaker which began to give out sounds of a man sitting down and coughing. Then the man talking from the speaker began to talk.
"Gentlemen, before we begin, the vow, please."
All at one, the ten men pulled out of their pockets a piece of white painted hard clay. And one by one, they placed their pieces on the paper until it was done, and onto of the paper now formed a completed puzzle of a white shield.
"The White Shield vow has been complete," said one man in a pure southern gentleman's voice. "You may begin, Douglas."
"Thank you. As I have heard, we have a few new members amongst us, since we had to dispose of Ines and Renfield for their crimes of interacting with inferiors, so I welcome you two members to our organization."
"Thank you, sir."
"Thank you, sir. It'll be an honor working for you."
"No time for compliments gentlemen, lets get down to business. White Shield has eight fighters that have won their right to represent their state in the first Gundam Fight. Despite the protests of what their Gundam looks and represents, the ignorant masses shall see the light and join our cause of white supremacy. After our eight Gundams survive to the elite thirty-two, they shall crush each competitor and then one will be victorious. And then in a swift blow, Chibodee Crockett, a piece of trash Catholic, shall be dethroned and White Shield will be the Neo-America's shining beckon of salvation!"
"Hail, hail to White Shield," the ten said in unison.
"According to my butler Harris, four of you are of the eight gundam fighters, am I right?"
"Yes sir."
"And one of you has heard that a Gundam pilot has come to challenge one of you tomorrow....Reginald, right?"
"That is true," said the man with the pure southern gentleman's voice. "I heard the rumors of a Jersey boy is coming to challenge me tomorrow near the Blue Ridge mountains."
"Then good luck tomorrow, the rest of us and I will be watching you."
"Yes sir."
TIME: Next day, 9:46 AM
LOCATION: "The Glutch", by the hilly base of South Carolina's Blue Ridge Mountains.
"The Glutch" was Reggie the Rebel's choice of a gundam fight battlefield. A hilly battleground, perfect for Reggie's sniper attacks and for easy hiding. On this site laid parts of the Chain Gundam's broken head. Looks like they didn't manage to clean the place up, Rob thought as he looked down upon the pieces from his Gundam's cockpit.
"Greetings," said the voice of Reggie on Rob's Trance System's communications. "I expect you are Rob Latoni, or some say Rob "the Snake Slasher". I heard many thing about you."
"Oh, really? I'm flattered."
"Yes, you were given the name "the Snake Slasher" because of the way you attack. It helped you win the qualifications for the representation of New Jersey. Course, it's no Rebel, but a nice name anyway."
"Thanks. But I didn't come here to chat. I'm here to fight! SHOW YOURSELF!"
"Oh why sure," Reginald replied then signed off. And as he did, Carmen linked herself in with Rob's communication.
"Rob, quickly, there's a presence of a Gundam, fifteen clicks behind you. And moving at a average speed of..."
"Speak English!"
"Dude, it's right behind you!" Joey tuned in.
With that the Strike Gundam turned around. Nothing. Until then the air suddenly got squiggly, like a presence of heat and gas was being used. And then before the Strike Gundam it appeared.
"Rebel Gundam."
A gundam dressed to be a Confederate Soldier from the Civil War stood before the Strike Gundam. It was detailed to a Confederate Soldier, from the Confederate hat to the point of the sniper rifle's bayonet.
"Boy, I took out one you northerners, what's stopping me from taking out another."
"So that's how you were successful in defeating Chain Gundam. Stealth Camouflage, am I right?"
"I defeated the Chain Gundam easily because the pilot was incompetent, and a northerner. Now with the Rebel Gundam I'll prove once again that the South shall rise again! LET'S GET THIS THING ON!"
"You got it! GUNDAM FIGHT ALL SET!!!!"
"READY...."
"GO!!!!"
And with that both Gundams rushed each other and grasped their hands in a battle of strength, as one tried to overpower one another, until then the Rebel Gundam activated its head's Vulcan cannons and fired at the Strike Gundam. In reaction, Strike Gundam backed off.
"Come on, Snake Slasher, I want to see if you can stand up against the Rebel!"
With that the Rebel Gundam faded and left the Strike Gundam and its pilot in confusion.
"Where did he go?!?" Rob said, before he was struck down by what felt like the butt of a rifle. And then again and again. As his Gundam was struck down again and again by the force of what is clearly the Rebel in camouflage, Rob screamed in pain.
"Damn you!" Rob said in retaliation as he pulled a gun from his Gundam's shoulder holster and fired three shots behind him. Only to hit a small bit of the shoulder of the rebel Gundam. But as the only on-target laser fire made contact, and passed through the left shoulder of the Rebel Gundam a small amount of oil began to let out.
"Shit!" cried Reggie from inside his gundam, taking notice of his opposition's only hit. "I'm in no way letting a northern boy taking me out of the Gundam Fight!!! YOU HEAR THAT!?!"
"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!"
As then, with using logic of where the Rebel Gundam was, via the oil leak, the Strike Gundam struck back with a right hook to the head of Neo-South Carolina's gundam. Thus, with full contact, disabling the camouflage of the Rebel Gundam entirely.
"Fuck you, Yankee," Rebel Gundam's pilot said over the communications. "You don't know who you are messing with, boy!"
"Don't call me 'boy'."
Reggie didn't reply in words but in action, for just after Rob verbally retaliated, Reggie fired a shot directly at the Strike Gundam's head. The Strike Gundam then lifted its right arm and took shot in the wrist. Rob inside screamed as he felt the pain in right wrist. He then looked to where the Rebel Gundam was at, only to find an empty space of tree stumps.
"Where the hell is he?" Rob cussed until he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, only nearly blowing his chances of winning the Gundam Fight with the laser rifle's bullet.
"Damn Yankee boys like you piss me off," said the pilot of the Rebel Gundam through a no visual burst transmission into Rob's cockpit. "Why can't you know that the south will rise again."
"The south had its chances of rising again for centuries, why don't they just GIVE IT UP!?!?" Rob transmitted back to Reggie. But as Reggie closed the transmission in his cockpit, he then saw the Strike Gundam jetting towards him. He wildly fired his rifle only to singe the Strike Gundam's gundamium alloy leg protection plates with his bullets.
"THIS MATCH IS ALREADY OVER!!!"
And with that a pair of blades appeared over the hands of the moving Strike Gundam. And with a single violent slash, the gundam from Neo-New Jersey sliced through the Rebel Gundam. Half of the rifle barrel fell off, then the right arm of the Rebel Gundam, and then head of the Rebel Gundam blasted off its body.
The head flew in the air, then parted into two diagonally cut pieces, and then finally it exploded as it fell to the ground. The Strike Gundam stood still as it then sheathed its primary weapons, while the body of the Rebel Gundam fell to its knees and dropped onto the cleared woodland.
Two hour later...
"Well that's great sportsmanship," Joseph said as he drove the rented BMW with Rob and Carmen. "Reggie didn't show up to congratulate you. What an asshole he is!"
"Oh come on," Carmen said as she sat beside Joseph. "You think a north-hating confederate freak like him would actually go up and say 'hey good match' to someone from New Jersey? I think not, Joey-boy."
"Still, he's an ass," Joey replied. "What do you think, Rob?"
As Joseph stopped to a stoplight in the road, he turned back to see only Rob snoring against the window.
"Geez its about noon and he's already asleep that's a new low for him."
"Not really, when we were dating, after sex, he wouldn't wake up till 3 o'clock in the afternoon.," Carmen laughed. "I mean does him sleeping for half a day really worth the ten minutes of sex?"
"Not really a good guy in bed, I'm also detecting?"
"Yep."
"Well, you could always try Joseph's Technicolor dream---"
"Just drive you horny freak."
Meanwhile, in a hallowed out cave in the Blue Ridge Mountains...
"You failed, Reggie," said the man whose voice was the one from the wireless speaker. As he was hidden into the shadows to hide his face, he looked upon a failed Gundam pilot, crying out in tears. "What do you have to say before you are punished, Reginald? SPEAK NOW!!!"
"Sir, I tried my best! I did! I really did! Give me another chance! Let me pilot another Gundam under another alias! Give me the Whip Gundam! Or the White Gundam! SIR! SIR!!!!"
"Make him a sacrifice to the Cell Gundam."
"Yes sir," said two soldiers dressed a white military uniform, who then grabbed Reggie by the shoulders and dragged him off, kicking and screaming for his life.
"Let's just hope my other followers do better than he does."
NEXT EPISODE:
Ladies and gentlemen its the fight you have all been waiting for, as we jump from the Blue Ridge mountains of South Carolina all the way to Los Angeles, California! As the gundam for Neo-California, the Compton's Gundam, is challenged by the gundam of Neo-Arkansas, the Red Gundam! But there is more on the line other than competition, as the pilot of the Compton Gundam, Leroy Deeds, is stuck in a bind! Stay tuned for the next Gundam America episode:
"STRAIGHT OUT OF COMPTON! A GUNDAM WITH ATTITUDE!"
READY!!!! GO!!!!
