I ran my plasma sword through the Zeon Gundam's neck, and swiped to the side. It's head slammed into the ground and the body fell to its knees. I stood victorious in a battlefeild littered with twisted,burnt, ravaged metal, and spent shells. Out of all of my comrades, I was the only survivor. All my friends were dead, and for what? Another pointless war?
I screamed inside the cockpit of my Gundam, raising my arms into the air. My Gundams neural circits read the action, and transmited it to my Gundam. It raised it arms in the air, and dropped to its knees. I felt warm water run down my cheeks. I'm a soldier, I shouldn't cry over a few dead buddies. But this wasn't just a few, this was my entire goddamn platoon. ALL of my friends.
I was truely alone in this world... My family dead in the first bombing that started this whole fight. Why was I the only one to live through this? Movement caught my eye. I picked up the closest rifle and aimed it at the moving Gundam, holding my fire to check that it wasnt one of my guys.
It wasnt.
I squeezed the trigger and unloaded the rest of the clip into the enemy. Bullets peirced it's armor, and it exploded in a ball of bright orange fire. I tossed the empty rifle aside, and walked around, trying to find any survivors, or escape pods. There were none, although I could've looked harder. I just couldn't bear the thought of finding Veronica's destroyed Gundam.
I was transmiting with her when it happened. She was on a killing spree, taking down Zeon left and right. They finally outnumbered her. I listened to her scream as the fired on her. Listened to the cold static that filled the line after she cut off. Her scream still ran through my mind. Filled with horror, and agony...
More tears ran down my face. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down to find a large shard of glass protruding from my stomach. It gushed blood. One of my monitors had shattered, and I hadn't even relized it. My Gundam fell to it's knees, clutching something that wasn't there. I felt lightheaded, and my vision began to black out. I let out a pained chuckle.
I guess this battle would have no survivors at all...