Dark Side of the Moon

A MS Gundam fanfic by Zakuboy

Chapter 1: The End and the Beginning

December, 31, 0079

Abu A Que

The mega-particle beam narrowly missed the starboard side of the Gwazine class battleship Kiel.

"Hard to port and pull up" commanded Major Brandon Stilwell "and shoot that mother funkin' feddie"

The ships structure groaned under the force of the sudden change in direction and the of all of it's main guns at a now doomed Magellan class battleship.

Three of them struck home and destroyed the forward part of the ship and the bridge.

A Gelgoog Marine Commander Type painted white with black tiger stripes, flew past the crippled ship, releasing a barrage of energy into the reactor compartment destroying the Magellan.

"This is Commander Michel Stilwell calling," the pilots voice crackled in through the Minovsky particle jamming "my suit is low on fuel, and I will be returning shortly".

"Roger that sir" Stilwell acknowledged "MS bay crew, will be standing by to tend to your Gelgoog. How goes the fighting brother"?

"We are holding them" his brother answered as he guided his suit into the massive empty hanger in the Kiel.

"But we won't for long" he said which made Brandon's heart fall.

Sensing his little brother's despair Michal quickly changed the subject to the routine check-up on his battle group.

"Sir our force is down to the Kiel, the Musai's, Postgrad, Raven, Vienna, and Georing. The Prince Eugine was destroyed by GM's, and the Roma is limping back to base after major, but non-fatal damage."

"What of our mobile suits"? His brother asked.

"There we seem to be more fortunate. We have only lost three Zaku II Fz's and a Rick Dom II, this may be due to the fact that we are on the edge of the fighting and our MS are mostly staying on CSP around their ships."

"Excellent little brother, then my I barrow two of the Rick Dom II's to head for the center of the fighting?" Michel asked as if speaking to a superior officer.

"Granted" Brandon answered in the tone he used to talk to subordinates.

"Thanks brother, I owe you one" Michal said as his Gelgoog headed back towards the mass of explosions that was the main battle.

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After hour's of fighting the battle begins to wind down with the Federation the winner by shear weight of numbers.

"All MS units return to your respective ships or where there is space" Major Stillwell called out as the Federation began to come after the few concentrations of Zeonic ships left of which his was one.

"We are retreating to Dark Side base" he paused "we will never cease our war for the independence of the colonies"

A broken voice came in over the radio "broth... surrounded... GM's closing in... need assistance..."

"MICHEL, Brandon cried as he heard that, "XO you have command of Kiel follow captain Von Blocks directions on the retreat."

"Where are you going said the bewildered lieutenant?"

"To help my brother and commander" Brandon replied as he sprinted from the bridge to the mobile suit deck and launched in his own Gelgoog Marine towards the remnants of the battle.

He checked his MMP-80 machine gun and readied himself to face the swarms of GM's that he was sure to face.

"Sir, I'm not letting you go out here alone" a voice said over the comms.

A Rick Dom II pulled up next to his Gelgoog, it was his XO. His Rick Dom was similarly armed with the MMP-80, in addition he carried two Sturm Fausts attached to the skirt armor of his suit.

"Thanks" Stillwell muttered as they began to dodge around wreckage of battleships, cruisers, and MS.

As they raced through a massive hole in a derelict Magellan they came upon a scene of conflict.

A single Gelgoog Marine Commander Type was dodging an enter GM company of nine suits.

"Brother!" Brandon called out "fall back over the Magellan wreak, Lieutenant Sanchez and I will pick a few off".

"Roger" came his brothers answer.

Stillwell and Sanchez dropped down and rested with the backs on the hull of the destroyed battleship. Sanchez armed a Sturm Faust along with his machine gun.

Stillwell readied his MMP-80, and took a two handed grip and armed the single shot grenade in the launcher.

A barrage of beams came flying over the wreak followed shortly by a desperately dodging Gelgoog.

Then the GMs blasted their way around the wreak.

"Michel, break up so you don't get caught in our field of fire"

The Gelgoog blasted strait up leaving the GMs out exposed in space.

Brandon fired first letting loose with the single grenade mounted on the under side of his MMP-80. It struck the GM on the booster pack destroying the suit in a yellow flash.

Before the other GMs could figure out where this new threat was coming from another GM fell to Brandon's machine gun and one to Sanchez's Sturm Faust.

Now the GMs saw what was attacking them, and four of the remaining six circled around and came back at Brandon and Sanchez.

"Sanchez" Brandon said as they fell back "rotate around the Magellan and see if you pick off another one of these bastards. I'll lead them off on a goose chase."

"Roger" Sanchez replied and his Rick Dom II rocketed over the destroyed Magellan, and Brandon whipped his Gelgoog around and rocketed away from the GMs that were no longer chasing his brother and were now chasing him.

As the GMs flew over the wrecked Magellan Sanchez picked off another with his second panzer faust, and two of the GMs broke off and went back.

"Don't worry about me sir" Sanchez dodged his suit around behind the Magellan again. "I'll take care of these two and get the Commander's unit back to the Kiel safely".

"Right, keep safe Sanchez", and with a flick of his finger he cut off the channel and focused on his flying. He dodged every which way avoiding all the beams that the GMs fired at him. "These guys are green as fuck", he stomped the foot peddles and rocketed upward, and the GMs shot under him. He opened up on them with his MMP-80 and 110mm wrist machine cannon the lead GM was filled with holes, and exploded, while a second lost it's main camera, and floated off into space covered in blue electrical sparks.

The last GM dodged behind a piece of wreckage. Brandon emptied what was left in his magazine into the wreckage to keep the enemies head down, and changed magazines. He looked around and saw the unexploded torso section of a Zaku. He reached out his suits hand and grabbed it, the cockpit was riddled with holes, "I'm sorry my brother, may you rest in peace". With that he hurled the torso towards the piece of debris that the last enemy suit was hiding behind. Just before it reached the GM popped it's head over the edge, "dumb move, mother fucker", Brandon said as he unloaded the entire magazine into the Zaku's reactor.

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The explosion was fantastic, and then all there was was static on all his main monitors. "SHIT", was all Ensign Joshua Miller could say. He had been beaten by a better pilot, he grabbed a extra oxygen tank and a vernier for his suit and popped the hatch of his suit. What greeted him was the barrel of a 90mm rifle, and a harsh red mono-eye. All he could do was put up his hands.

"Your people have won this round Feddie, but I will never stop fighting for the independence of the colonies, from your oppression", and with that he lowered his weapon and flew off, and all Josh remembered about the Gelgoog was the crest on it's shoulder armor. It was a red shield with a white tiger in the middle, and two skulls on different sides of the animal.

"We'll meet again someday pilot", and that he was sure of.

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As Brandon flew back towards the Kiel and the other retreating ships of his task force, he saw his brother's Gelgoog standing on the hull if the, and as the Gelgoog raised it's hand in a greeting of hello a 180mm APDS round smashed through the cockpit.

"SNIPER" went out the cry over all the radio channels. A pilot who had spotted the point of fire relayed the coordinates to all units, and they all zeroed in on the piece of junk, and then the GM sniper custom, that had been hiding there was just another floating piece of debris.

"Brother!", Brandon cried as the dead Gelgoog floated off the hull of the Kiel. 'So thats it' thought Brandon 'we make it through the entire war, only for my brother to die on the last day of fighting'.

He opened a channel, "all forces continue the retreat to Darkside Base". He cut off the channel, and sat back in his suit's ejection seat, "I'll make the feddies pay if it is the last thing I do".

And thats the end of chapter 1. Took me a long time to get this chapter done so I hope you guys like it. Please R&R.

Notes: Combat Space Patrol

Armor Piercing Discarding Sabot