A/N: Because we love Yzak and Dearka.
Launching into Oblivion
"Yzak Joule, Duel, launching."
Nimble fingers danced over the keyboard and a quick and accurate hand thrust forward a gear that sent lights flashing over the surface of his pale face in the pit of his machine. The holding cable tightened until it was but a taunt line, and then loosened itself in and instant, catapulting him into space.
Next in line to depart, the tanned man watched regretfully from the cockpit of his own Gundam as the blue and white Duel soared through the dark atmosphere, illuminated only by the streaks of weapon fire, easily surpassing the Aegis that had launched just prior to him.
Dearka Elsman had never met such a stubborn man before in his entire life, but he supposed that that was why he was so attracted to the silver head in the first place. Along side many other mundane quirks, Yzak Joule knew what he was fighting for and would not let anyone get in the way of it.
That meant that Yzak would rather risk everything for just one last face-off with the Strike pilot than to play it safe and see Dearka again that night for dinner.
But that was just Yzak, and Yzak had a vengeance and a cause.
"Dearka Elsman, Buster, takin' off."
Owari
