1 year before the events of Gundam Build Fighters...
Rain. Rain. Rain.
It poured all around on that dark and stormy night, thunder echoed though the streets.
Needless to say, it was a pretty gloomy. However, the makings of history would blossom among the rain and thunder of that stormy night.
A lone man wrapped in a warned out cloth that barely reached passed his ankles slowly walked along the streets, as if searching for something.
Minutes passed, yet the man kept walking. Rain began to seep through the badly kept cloth, but it didn't bother him.
As time continue to pass by, the man noticed two other people out and about on that stormy night. These men wore matching uniforms belonging to the Gundam anime faction known as Zeon. The two were chatting amongst themselves as the walked.
Curious, the drifting man decided to follow them. What could these two men who were obviously fans of the Gundam anime be doing on a night such as this?
He followed them down the street, through several back allies, and onto another street. Keeping his distance, he watched as the two cosplayers took a turn down a flight of steps and vanish from sight.
After a few moments, the man walked over to the steps. He stared down and noticed a door to the left. Carefully, he took his first step down, then his second, and his third. The man continued down, pausing ever step as if he expected something to pop out at him or jump him from behind.
The man reached the door, he stared at it, slowly reaching for the doorknob. His hand wrapped around the knob, he turned it and slowly opened the door. He peeked inside, quickly spotting the two he followed earlier as well as several similar dressed men gathered around a black top table.
Each were surrounded in a blue hexagon field, their hands on two yellow spheres. On the table, various lights flashed as miniature models of mechas from the popular anime Gundam whirled all around These men where competing in a past time that's taken the world by storm.
The man took a half step forward. "Gunpla Battle." He muttered. A wide, almost sinister grin formed on his face. He quickly stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him. The drenched man walked forward, rain rolled down his cloth and pooled beneath his black sneakers.
To his right, an elderly man stood behind a counter, wiping a glass cup. Behind him where rows of various alcoholic beverages.
The bartender noticed the man approach. "May I help you sir?" He said in a polite manner.
The man eyed him, almost menacingly. "Yea..." The man replied in a low pitch. "This is a Gunpla Battle bar right?" The bartender nodded.
"Then you have Gunpla I could rent..." The man said with a half-smile.
"Certainly sir." The bartender placed the glass cup he was wiping down on the counter and pointed to a case off to the man's left. "You may choice any from the display there."
The man moved over to the case, he slowly scanned each model. After a few minutes of examination and debate, the man pointed to a model in the upper right of the display: It was a Jegan, a descend of the 1st Earth Federation's mass-produced mobile suit the GM. "I'll take this one." He said bluntly.
The bartender nodded and quickly walked over to the case. He slid the glass casing aside and carefully removed the desired Gunpla. The elderly bartender turned around and presented the Jegan to the man.
"Here's you are, sir."
The man grabbed the Gunpla out of the bartender's hands. He quickly inspected the plastic model. Satisfied, he nodded at the bartender and began to walk towards the crowd of Gunpla Battlers behind him.
The group didn't notice the man until he was right by the Battle System table.
"Who's this guy?" One of them asked rather rudely.
"Why is there some random hobo in the bar?" Another said.
"Look guy." A third said, moving towards the man. "If you're looking for a place to sleep, you best find somewhere else."
The man smiled. "Oh?" He said smugly. "And here I thought you Gunpla Battlers can distinguish another battler. Guess I was wrong."
The diehard Gundam fans stared at the man with mixed emotions. "Are you saying you want to battle?" The nearest one said.
"You hit it right on the head." The man revealed his rented Gunpla. "I wish to challenge you. All of you, at the same time."
The group of cosplayers looked at one another before bursting out in laughter.
"You wanna take one eight of us at once?! That's a riot!"
"This guy just made my night!"
"You're Gunpla will be broken to bits!"
The man smiled once again. "Are you so sure? You don't even know what I'm capable of."
The cosplayers grew silent, all had a smug look or a sly smile on their face.
"So you're saying you got some skills?"
"Let's see you back up those words!"
"In other words, we except your 8 vs 1 challenge."
The man stepped to an empty spot on the system table, he pulled out what was known as a GP Base and casually tossed it in the air. "Whenever you're ready."
One of the same cosplayers that he followed earlier rolled his eyes. "Confident are we?" He said as he walked to an empty spot by the table.
One by one the Gundam fanatics took their spots, grinning at what they thought would be an easy win.
"BEGINNING PLAVSKY DISPERSAL"
Soon enough, the blue aura created from what was known as Plavsky Particles surrounded the battlers
"PLEASE SET YOUR GP BASE." The system's voice requested. All of the men complied. "PLEASE SET YOUR GUNPLA." The system requested, and again all of the battlers complied.
"FIELD 3: SPACE." As the system spoke, the Plavsky Particles generated the chosen field. Countless stars, other galaxies and other wonders formed.
"BATTLE START."
The man's Jegan Gunpla launched onto the field. It flew straight through the sea of stars and cosmos, as if it hadn't a care in the world.
A few feet away, the 8 enemy Gunpla moved forward at almost full speed. These Gunpla were various models of Zeon type Mobile Suits ranging from the One Year War to the Laplace Incident. They had already spotted their prey and were moving towards him.
"Look at him, I think he's taunting us."
"He most be really confident, or really foo-"
The one cosplayer cut himself off, he gasped in disbelief.
"That guy! His hands aren't even on the control panels!"
The other cosplayers looked at their opponent. What their ally claimed was true, this ragged clothed man didn't have his hands on the control panels!
"This guy is screwing with us!"
"Jerk! Take this seriously!"
The man let out a short laugh. "Why should I take a fight with weakling seriously? This won't even be a warmup."
Grunting in anger, the 8 cosplayers rushed their Gunpla forward hoping to teach this overconfident man a lesson. The lead Gunpla: A Geara Zulu used by the Sleeves faction of Zeon, threw away its beam rifle and drew its beam tomahawk.
Its owner yelled a battle cry as the Zulu charged the still drifting Jegan.
The man smiled inside his hooded cloth. "Die." He whispered. Without warning, the Jegan moved with blinding speed, moving behind the charging Geara Zulu and shooting it with his beam rifle. Before his opponents could react, the Jegan rushed them at full thrusters.
On reflex, the 7 remaining Gunpla moved out of the Jegan's way. As it flew past, the Jegan twirled around and fired 3 shots, each hitting an enemy Gunpla: A Black Zaku I, a Gaza-D, and a Dreissen.
The man's Jegan continued on its path and soon vanished from sight as the 3 aforementioned Gunpla exploded.
The remaining 4 Gunpla huddled together, back to back. Their monitors frantically searching for the enemy. The cosplayers still in the game started to panic, they have never fought someone as powerful as this man.
"What is this?"
"We had the advantage, and in less than a minute he cut our numbers in half!"
"Don't worry about that, just focus on finding him!"
"He-hey guys." One cosplayer said nervously. He slowly pointed a shaky finger at the cloth capped man. "He..He still doesn't have his hands on the controls...!"
The others looked in shock at the man. Again their comrade was correct, the man didn't have his hands on the controller nor did it seem like he placed them on it during that last assault.
"What the hell!"
"How is he doing this? Is he using some sort of AI?"
"Get real! No AI could do all this!"
"Then explain to me how he's controlling his Gunpla without using the controls!"
"Well...I-"
While the others argued over the possibilities of this strange and unbelievable event, the Jegan floated menacingly in front of the group. When the cosplayers finally noticed, it attacked. The Jegan tackled the nearest Gunpla: a dark blue Gelgoog, with its shield.
The Jegan dug the shield into the helpless Gunpla, once it was secure, the Jegan thrust forward and dove his impaled victim into the Gunpla directly behind it: a Zaku III.
After pushing the two a few feet, the Jegan pushed off the Gelgoog with its feet sending the two enemy Gunpla spiraling forward.
As this transpired, the Jegan drew its beam saber and threw it at a full loadout Zssa to its right, impaling it through the torso.
Then, like a well rehearsed scene, the Jegan drew its beam rifle and fired at the Zaku III. The latter whom had just thrown the disabled Gelgoog off of him. The round impacted where the suit's generator would be and caused a reaction the engulfed the helpless Gelgoog.
The only Gunpla left standing besides the Jegan was a Galluss-K. It hovered still as its owner trembled in fear.
"What...What the hell are you!?" The surviving cosplayer said before aiming his shoulder mounted beam cannon at his seemingly unstoppable enemy. The Jegan slowly turned to its frightened opponent.
The man controlling it laughed manically. "Me?!" He cried aloud. "I'm your worst nightmare!"
As he said this, the Jegan threw itself towards the Galluss at an alarming speed. Screaming in terror, the cosplayer fired his Gunpla's beam cannon frantically but to no avail. In a breath, the Jegan closed the gap between the two, now staring the Galluss-K down the barrel of its beam rifle.
A few silent moments passed as the cosplayer stood paralyzed in fear. Suddenly, the cosplayer roared in fear, he desperately tried to raise his Gunpla's arms to fire his built-in beam gatling guns.
Mid motion, the Jegan mercilessly fired its rifle almost point-blank at the Galluss, piercing through its torso and destroying the plastic model.
After a few moments, the field began to dissipate. "BATTLE END." The system's computerized voice announced as it started to recall the Plavsky Particles.
The room fell silent, all the cosplayers looked at the man in shock and fear.
The man shrugged, he chuckled to himself. "I told you didn't I? Not even a warmup."
"That was an impressive display." A deep, confident voice said. "And here I thought I've seen it all. Looks like there's much I have yet to learn."
Everyone in the room looked to the source of the voice. By the entrance of the bar stood two men, one the spitting image of Rambo Ral from the original Gundam anime, the other was a tall, brown hair man with a smile on his face. The latter wore a red shirt and black pants, the Ral lookalike wore a blue jacket, a yellow shirt, and blue pants.
"Lieutenant Ral!" One of the defeated cosplayers said. "What are you doing here?"
The Rambo Ral lookalike crossed his arms. "Well I thought I'd surprise you guys by bringing him along, but it looks like you already had your hands full."
The cosplayers turned their attention to the man who accompanied Ral. Their faces brightened a bit when they recognized him.
"Hey! It's Takeshi! Takeshi Iori!"
"Yeah its him! The legendary fighter of the White Devil!"
"You're in for it now! This is the guy who made it to 2nd place during the 2nd Gunpla World Championship!"
The man in the ragged cloth looked at Takeshi Iori, the latter's face was full of confidence. "Oh?" The man said. "Interesting...Would you care to battle me, Mr. Runner-up?"
Takeshi Iori smiled. "Sure, I was on my way to visit my family when Ral asked me to come here. I got to say, I didn't expect to find a fighter quite like you here."
"The same can be said for you!" The man smiled. "Such a highly respected fighter, you may finally be the one to quench the thirst of my soul." Takeshi raised his eyebrow. "Thirst of your soul?"
The man chuckled. "My warrior spirit if you will, I long for battle against strong opponents." He threw his hand out towards Takeshi, his index finger pointing at his opponent. "You are the one who will satisfy my thirst!"
With that, the two squared out on the Battle System. The other partakers of the bar gathered around the sides, intrigued at what kind of battle this match up would produce. The system hummed to life. "BEGINNING PLAVSKY DISPERSAL." The blue aura rich with Plavsky Particles surrounded the battlers and the table top.
"PLEASE SET YOUR GP BASE." The system's voice requested. The two complied, setting the small almost tablet like device. "PLEASE SET YOUR GUNPLA." The system requested. The man set his rented Jegan and Takeshi set his Gunpla: the original Gundam.
"FIELD 8: SNOWFIELD." As the system announced the field, vast snow-covered mountains and trees colored in white formed. A gray colored sky filled with clouds dropped continuously streaming snow.
"BATTLE START."
Both Gunpla launched from their respected starting points, but neither decided to fly up in that air nor rush towards the other.
The man's Jegan slowly walked on the ground blanketed with snow. It looked around for any sign of Takeshi and his Gundam.
Suddenly, the Jegan jumped up and fired a shot at a nearby clump of trees.
"Nice instincts!" Takeshi praised his opponent as he dashed out of his hiding place to avoid the beam round.
He aimed his Gundam beam rifle at the Jegan and fired 3 shots, the latter dodged them all with ease.
The Jegan flew towards the Gundam, firing the rockets hidden in its shield. Takeshi's Gunpla simply jumped backwards, easily dodging the incoming rockets as the impacted on the snow.
However, this attack was a diversion and a means to create a smokescreen as the explosion knocked snow up in the air. With the area in front of him covered, Takeshi waited for the Jegan to attack from his left, right, or even from above.
He was surprised though when the enemy Jegan plowed right through the 'snow screen' it created. The man's Jegan threw one of its 3 grenades inches in front of the Gundam, blowing up more snow that covered the true attack.
The Jegan spun around like a top, holstering its beam rifle and drawing its beam saber. It moved to the left, still spinning, and moved to strike Takeshi's Gundam from behind. Takeshi saw the move just in time to draw one of his beam sabers and block the strike.
The man smiled underneath his worn out clock. "You're good."
"Same as you." Takeshi replied with a smile.
The man chuckled, the Jegan jumped away from the Gundam. The man waited as his opponent turned to face him. "Well I'd say that would cover our warm up, wouldn't you?"
Most of the others watching the battle gasped. The amazing display they had witnessed so far was just these two's warm up?
Mr. Ral frowned, he glanced at the poorly covered man, particularly noting that throughout the entire battle thus far, he hadn't even grazed the two control panels before him. 'Never had I seen someone move a Gunpla without using the control panels.'
His mind raced as he tried to understand how such a thing was possible. 'Is he doing all this with his mind? Could this man be a Newtype?' Before he could think on this more, the two battlers clashed once more and began to pick up speed.
The Gundam and the Jegan raced towards one another, their beam saber clashed in a series of highspeed sword slashes befitting an old samurai movie. The two continued this sword battle for minutes, neither showing any signs of damage nor flatulence.
Ten minutes passed into the battle, still the situation remained the same. However, as they neared the eleventh minute the man's Jegan suddenly changed its fighting style. It began to use its beam saber like a fencing sword. The quick jabs and forceful advance pushed Takeshi on the defensive.
Though his Gundam gracefully dodged every attack, Takeshi just couldn't find an opening to exploit.
The man laughed. "What's wrong? Surely you can do better!"
Any other man would have responded to such a taunt in kind or at least some a sign of displeasure but Takeshi just smiled, as he had been throughout the battle.
Unexpectedly, Takeshi's Gundam threw its shield at the latest jab, creating an opportunity for the skilled runner-up.
As the shield hit the Jegan's beam saber, the Gundam drew its second saber and dashed at its opponent.
It turned to the left and aimed at the Jegan's torso. The latter moved its shield and blocked the 1st saber but the second singed the back of the Jegan. The latter moved to its left, it settled on the snowy ground.
The ragged clothed man chuckled. "I guess we can call that first blood." He said as his Jegan assumed a battle stance. "Let's see if I can land a blow."
The Jegan rushed forward, throwing its second grenade at the Gundam. The latter used one of its sabers to cut the grenade in half, causing the grenade to explode to its left and right. With the other he blocked the Jegan's incoming saber strike.
"Good! I'm impressed!" The man praised Takeshi. "Looks like I finally found someone I can really go all out on!"
"Good to know! Show me your true strength!" Takeshi replied with a smile.
The man grinned. "As you wish!"
Suddenly, the man's Jegan backed off his opponent, and began thrust around with three times the speed as before. Takeshi quickly found himself on the defensive again as his Gundam was attacked from all sides.
The Jegan's new-found speed was incredible, and yet impossible. The rented Gunpla here at this establishment where crafted by the bartender or the owner himself, both of which where average builders. So how was this Gunpla able to move around at a speed rivaling that of the models that can do Trans-Am?
Perhaps the better question was: How can this man make this Gunpla move at such a speed?
As Takeshi barely managed to defend himself from the Jegan's vicious assault, the man controlling it laughed in joy. "What's wrong? Can't do anything but defend yourself?"
The man waited a few moments to see if his opponent would offer a response, disappointed that the latter didn't the man spoke once again. "Shall I make it easy for you and end things here?"
A second after he spoke, the man's Jegan threw its final grenade right below the Gundam. Instinctively, Takeshi's Gundam thruster ignited upward only to realize his mistake too late.
The Gundam turned its head to the fast approaching Jegan. It's beam saber poised to slice him in two.
Takeshi moved his Gundam to try to block the attack, but the Jegan was too close for such a move to make a difference.
The Jegan's beam saber now inches away from the Gundam's torso, it seemed that victory was all but certain.
The man smiled, he yelled in joy. "Got you!" However, just as the tip of the saber started to pierce the side of the Gundam, the Jegan inexplicable exploded. Large clumps of blue concentrated Pravsky Particles expanded outward where the Jegan once was.
"BATTLE ENDED." The system announced as the field began to dissipate.
All of the cosplayers mumbled to each other, not sure how to make of this development. Takeshi looked at the man, his smile now turned to a frown. Never before in all of his battles had he seen such an abrupt end to a fight as this.
The cloth-covered man stared at the now splintered Jegan, all but save the head unit and its remaining weapons were completely destroyed and couldn't be recovered.
'It couldn't handle my power any longer...' The man thought to himself as he picked up the salvageable Jegan head and rolled it in between his fingers.
"Looks like you win this time." The man said with a sigh. He walked away from the table and headed towards the door. About halfway he turned his head back toward his last opponent.
"...What was your name again?"
"Takeshi Iori."
"Takeshi Iori...I will remember that name!"
Without any other reason to stay, the man wearing a worn out cloth exited the bar and disappeared into the rainy night. Moments afterward, the bartender tried to call him back after realizing the man didn't pay for his rented Gunpla.
"What a strange man." Takeshi said, his smile reappearing on his face.
"Indeed." Mr. Ral said as he approached his friend. "That man can seemingly control Gunpla without relying on a control system...and take a Gunpla far beyond its normal limits."
Takeshi nodded. "That maybe true, but it also seem that not every Gunpla can handle such a performance boost." He glanced at the broken Jegan still laying on the table.
After a few silent moments, Takeshi glanced the clock above the bar's exit. "Oh crap! Is it that time already? I got a flight to catch!" Takeshi rushed out the door, running as fast as he could.
As he ran amongst the rain he said aloud. "Sorry Rinko! I'll make it up to you and Sei next time!"
Present day; the stage of the 7th Gunpla Battle World Championships, moments after Reiji and Fellini's match.
Chairmen Mashita trembled in fear. His worst fear has been realized: Reiji the prince of Arian had managed to reach the finals of his tournament. He looked to his assistant: Miss Baker, and began to complain like a child.
"Baker! I thought you said that this Fellini guy would beat them! Now that he failed, that Reiji has a spot in my finals!"
Miss Baker, not wanting to indulge in conversation, turned her back to Mashita and remained quiet.
The act only made the Chairmen whine more, he yelled in his childish manner for Baker to acknowledge him.
Inside the secretary's mind however were all the possible moves they could take at this point to eliminate the powerful brat that Mashita wanted removed from the tournament so bad.
Her mind raced through the most effective and less risky moves first. Needless to say there wasn't many. Second, she considered options that involved outside help, like the Gunpla Mafia hitman they hired Mr. C who was only partially successful in his role.
She mentally listed all those that could be of assistance without drawing too much attention, again there weren't many choices. However, she recalled one rumor she heard about the Underground Circuit of Gunpla Battles. One about a particular group whose leader had taken the illegal society by storm 6 months ago.
She wrestled with the idea, the rumor stated that this individual holds unimaginable power, that he can control Gunpla with his very mind. Surely such a fighter would take care of two brats. However, these fighters from the Underground where notorious for being...unpredictable.
Unlike the Gunpla Mafia, those from the Circuit like to handle things their own way. If she invited such a powerful man like that here and he decided to live up to that reputation, there wouldn't be anything she nor anyone could do to stop him.
She thought on this for several moments...Chairmen Mashita was desperate to be rid of this Reiji, but would he risk everything to do so? Would he be willing to sacrifice everything by tasking such a powerful, loose cannon to see this through?
She was torn between taking this option and casting it aside, how it tormented her.
Finally, Miss Baker decided to present the idea to Mashita. At this point they would have to take risky moves if he really, really wanted Reiji out of the tournament no matter what. She turned around, her face portrayed the seriousness of this decision.
"I may have a solution to our problem, but it'll be risky."
Chairmen Mashita stared at his secretary in confusion but before he could respond, Baker continued.
"I've heard of a group from the Underground Circuit whose leader has strength beyond comprehension. We could invite him here to take care of those kids."
Mashita blinked a few times. "You mean someone else like that Mr. C loser?" He crossed his arms and frowned. "Baker, I expected something different."
"Oh but this is, the Gunpla Mafia that he is from is only a part of the underground society. The people from the Circuit are the best that world has to offer." She said, trying her best to convince him on a plan that she herself had doubts about.
"Then why didn't you hire him in the first place and save us the trouble?"
Miss Baker hesitated for a few moments. "Well...There are risks when involving people with deep ties to the underground. They have a habit of being unpredictable and could do more harm than good."
"I see..." Chairmen Mashita sigh as he closed his eyes. "I don't care, as long as Reiji is eliminated from my tournament."
Miss Baker half smiled. "As you wish, sir." With a bow, she backed away and left the room. Once she headed down the hall, she pulled out her cell phone and made the necessary arrangements to find this rumored fighter and bring him within a few hours.
Later that day...
Chairmen Mashita sat on his luxurious couch, his eyes fixed on the door to the room he sat in. Miss Baker stood patiently by the door, waiting for their guest to arrive.
Soon enough, Baker received a call telling her the good news. She looked at her boss with a smile. "He's here."
Mashita nodded, giving his secretary the signal to open the door. The latter did, revealing the man they've been waiting for.
He was a male who looked no older than twenty, had messy, but not too messy silver hair that stretched down passed his neck and black eyes. He wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans along with a black belt, gray sneakers and a black wristwatch.
He quickly moved into the room, smiling as he went.
"I must say Chairmen. I never expected you of all people to require my services."
"Yes, well you can say that there is a problem I would like removed at all costs."
"Is that so?" The silver-haired man sat down on a chair adjacent to Mashita. "In that case, you've called the right people for the job." He folded the tips of his fingers into a triangle.
"Now then, how may Jackdaw be of assistance?"
And here is the 1st entry to my newest story. Recently I've been in a Gundam mood, rewatching some of the series and such when I recalled Gundam Build Fighters and who overly powered just about everyone is.
So, since I had long since made my own custom Mobile Suits and pilots for a story I've planned on at least attempting further down the road I've decided to introduce them in this here story. (As well as provide an entertaining story.)
Now to the readers who become fans of this story, I'm sorry to say that this isn't my main focus at this time and updates will be random.
However, I do hope you look forward to the epic battles that are to come. - Dark