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EP 1: The Dream begins
Two blurs darted back and forth, intersecting every other second. A figure stood and watched the intense battle with pleasure. The two fighters landed ten feet from each other in a crouched position then quickly lunged forward. Fists flew at unbelievable speeds as the two combatants attacked. Suddenly one of them withdrew their hands and began attacking with their feet. The other swiftly jumped back and moved her long hair to the side. The first put his foot down and darted at his opponent. Both suddenly disappeared. Finally the two slammed opposite fists together. Neither let up. The room's atmosphere grew hotter as the intensity of the two fighters increased. Suddenly the figure watching threw out his right hand. "ENOUGH!"
Both fighters soon relaxed. "What do you think Master?" the male fighter questioned turning toward the figure. "Who is the best candidate?" the female added. "SILENCE!" the figure yelled. The two stood speechless. "Have you both forgotten?" Both fighters' eyes widened. "Please forgive us, Master," both replied in unison as they bowed. Suddenly both turned and threw their fists together again.
"From the school of." both called out in unison. "THE UNDEFEATED OF THE EAST!" the boy cried as he jumped back and threw a red ribbon toward his counterpart. Two hands caught the ribbon. "THE WINDS OF THE KING!" added the girl as she tied the ribbon around her hair and forming a ponytail. The boy began throwing punches. "SEN-SHAN!" The girl also threw her fists. "KIRET-SU!" Both then started punching at each other. "TEMPA-KUREN!" Yelled the two fighters in unison. "LOOK! THE EAST IS BURING RED!"
"Very good," the man smiled. "So who is it, Master?" the boy inquired. The dark haired master thought for a while in silence. "It seems both of you are equally matched," the Master finally broke the silence. "WHAT?!" cried the girl caught off guard. "But. but Master Domon." replied the boy. "Father! I'm far stronger than he is! I'm the daughter of the previous King of Hearts!"
"It seems both of you need some time off from this place," Domon began. "Time to rest, train and become stronger. And after that, one final tournament to decide who is the best." The two fighters stood baffled. What other tournament could they participate in? Suddenly the two cocked their heads up as if a light bulb had come on in their heads. "THE GUNDAM FIGHT!" both said aloud. "How about that, Master?" the boy requested. "Hmm, yes sounds fitting," Domon smiled. "Okay then, it's settled. The one who wins the Gundam Fight will become my successor. Now, lend me your fists." The two drew their arms back, as well as Domon. Suddenly they all threw a punch. A bright light shot from the top of Domon's hand and separated in two as it touched the hands of the other two. "Now, each of you have half the crest. Who ever wins between you two the other half will join with yours." "Thank you, Master," the two bowed.
"Now, everyone, I would like to first welcome you back. As you have just seen, Domon Kashu has chosen two pupils to succeed him as the King of Hearts. And by chance the 15th annual Gundam Fight has come. Let's just see how this will affect who will become the next King of Hearts and this year's Gundam Fight. Let's get things started! Gundam Final set, Ready. GO!"
Hundreds of capsules shot from the colonies and flew toward Earth. One landing in Neo China, another Neo France, Neo Germany and many other countries. But it seems two capsules have veered off coarse.
"What the." a man yelled as a powerful wind threw him back. "Cricky! Tha' bloo'y blast made me miss that prize of a kangaroo! What could have done that?"
The wind blew softly as a boy of about 18 years strolled into a small town of Neo Australia. The person wore a pair of loose blue jeans, a red gi opened up like a jacket, and a white muscle shirt underneath. Atop the boy's head was a black cap that covered his eyes as he looked down at his hand. As he squeezed his hand into a fist, half a crest appeared. 'Well, half of my dream has come true. Now I need to just fulfill the rest of it,' he thought. Then he pulled out a picture of a red haired woman that wore a short, blue-green coat over a pink dress. 'I would also like to help Master in his quest as well.' Soon the boy looked up and found a bar.
Smoke filled the atmosphere while the air was filled with the melody of a piano in the back. Numerous men sat at tables, half with guns next to them, gambling or just chatting. With out hesitation the person walked in and sat down at the bar. "What'll it be, Mate?" the bartender asked walking up. "Water," the boy answered in a low tone. After looking at his customer awkwardly, the bartender walked over and filled up a glass. "Oh," the person said tipping up his hat and reaching into his pocket. Just as the man put down the glass of water, the boy showed him a picture of the red haired woman. "Would you happened to have seen this woman?"
"Sorry there, Mate, can't help ya. But she looks cute," answered the bartender. The person retracted his hand and placed the picture back in his pocket. Suddenly the whole bar went silent. The boy tipped up his hat to see what the silence was about.
There in the doorway of the bar stood a tall, muscular man. He wore a tan vest with the sleeves torn off, pants filled with holes made from over use, and a hat topped off with a curved edge. With a frown on his face the man walked in with his rifle strapped on his back. Every time he took a step his large, leathery boots made a loud THUMP noise. As the man approached the bar, the bartender shuddered as he poured a large glass of whisky. As soon as the large man sat down his glass was also set down before him.
The boy studied the man with suspicion. 'This guy might know what I'm searching for,' thought the boy. Soon he stood up and walked over to the man. "Excuse me," he said reaching for the picture. The man sneered and slammed his half-empty glass on the bar. The wooden bar made a loud cracking sound as if it were going to break. The Neo Australian stood up and looked down on the boy. "Would you happen to have seen this woman?" questioned the boy without fear of the towering man. With a quick swing of his hand, the man grasped the shorter person by his hand that held the picture and lifted him off his feet.
The Australian lifted the boy up to where the two were face to face. "I don't have time for brats like you, Mate. Now let me be or I'll be forced to beat ya," the man said slowly. The boy stared at the man. "Wrong answer," he replied as he threw his foot into the man's wrist. The grip on his hand loosened and the boy slipped out. "Now, let's try again." The man quickly pulled up his gun and held it to the boy's head. "Yes, let's," the man said as he cocked his gun. The boy frowned and retracted his hand. Then the man did the same. In one gulp the Australian finished his glass and stormed out.
"I suggest you don't go around here looking for trouble, Matey," the bartender said. "Especially trouble with him."
"What's so good about him?" the boy asked sitting down. "Why he's Nack Crusher, Neo Australia's Gundam Fighter." "WHAT?!" the boy jumped up. "Did you say he's a Gundam Fighter?" The bartender nodded. The boy turned to run after Nack. "WAIT! Don't go, unless you're planning on getting killed!" "Nah, that's not even the last thing on my mind," he smiled as his half crest lit up.
"NACK!" the boy burst out the door of the bar. The large man stopped in his tracks. "I challenge you!" Nack slowly turned. "Challenge me to what?" he responded angrily. "To a Gundam Fight!" Nack looked surprised. Suddenly he cocked his rifle and clinched his teeth hard. "So, you're the one who made me miss my prey!" growled Nack. In a flash he fired two rounds. In seconds the boy fell to one knee, his right hand over his chest. "There's my pay back, Mate." But as soon as the boy looked up, Nack was struck with surprise. There in his right hand were both bullets the man had fired. "I see. Well then. I ACCEPT!" Nack hollered as he shot a bullet into the sky. Soon a Gundam landed right behind him. The mobile suit's design was similar to his. The legs resembled cowboy pants with tall boots and its chest had a gundarium vest. And on top of its head was a hat with a curved edge. "Finally! BOUT GUNDAM RISE!" called out the boy as he threw off his cap to reveal light brown hair with golden yellow tips. Outside the city the ground began to shake. Suddenly a red capsule burst out of the ground and opened up. Rising out of the capsule was a red, white, and blue Gundam. Its chest-plate was a red color, rectangular shape that had a green star in the center. The shoulders were small triangular shaped, consist of overlapping red and blue stripes, and came to a point at each side. The blue fighting skirt around the Gundam's waste was short with a large white stripe on each side. Down the white legs there was a set of vents on the shins and on the rear side of the legs were vernires. And finally two rather large black feet held the machine up.
"This is Neo America's Bout Gundam," smiled the boy as the skintight mobile trace system wrapped around his body. "And I am Duez Star!" A bright star crest mounted itself upon Wilds' chest as he explained. "Looks nice, Mate, but can it compare to my Poacher Gundam?" Nack grinned as he lifted his right arm. The whole fore arm was over taken by a large rifle built into it. "With the formalities out of the way, let's begin!" "GUNDAM FIGHT." Duez yelled. "READY." "GO!"
The Bout Gundam's leg vernier engaged along with its back vernier. The Fighter quickly flew toward the Poacher Gundam but was quickly knocked face down. "Ah, he go me right in the shoulder," Duez said holding his left shoulder. "I suggest you run, Mate. That was just a warning shot," Nack began. "I was labeled the top marksman of the colonies!" "Oh really? Then let's just see how good you really are!" smiled the boy as his Gundam darted side to side quickly. Suddenly a sharp pain appeared in the chest plate. "He's getting closer to the head." "Ha! I'm just have'n fun with ya! I could easily blow that head of yer's off!" bragged Nack as he aimed.
"Then show me," challenged the Neo American. The Neo Australian grinned then fired. The bullet quickly flew through the air toward its target. And in seconds it hit or really went right through. "WHAT THE.?!" the man gasped confused. There before him were three separate images of the Bout Gundam. "Which one is it? I'll shoot 'em all!" Quickly Nack shot at all three heads but the bullets only flew straight through their targets.
"Nice try!" a voice said. Nack looked up to find the Bout Gundam flying straight toward him. Thick, red gundarium knuckles flipped over the Gundam's hands as it approached its target. "And now for my KO Knuckle!" The right hand began to glow red as Duez brought the Gundam's mighty fist down.
The Poacher Gundam barely dodged the finishing move but Duez was able to cut straight through the gun hand of the M.F. (Mobile Fighter). "ARRRRGGHHHH!" cried Nack as he grabbed his glowing right arm. But the Neo Australian would not let it end like this. Out of the gundarium vest 15 missiles were shot toward the Bout Gundam.
"Tornado PUNCH!" Duez called out as he threw his left fist forward. A spiral of energy then engulfed the missiles and carried them up into the sky. The Bout Gundam then turned toward the Poacher Gundam. "And now. THE END!" And with one final punch the tan Gundam's head was torn off its shoulders.
About five minutes after the defeat, a window of Nack appeared in front of Duez. "You fight great, Mate," he began. "Oh, and to answer your question, no I have not see that woman." Duez looked down at the picture then looked back up and nodded in reply.
NEXT EPISODE: Everyone it's the moment you've all been waiting for! Duez heads to Neo Britain to search for the woman and fulfill his dream. There he finds a Knight of the Round Table who just might help him in his quest. Next time on Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Chivalrous Charles-The Knight of the Round. Ready. GO!
EP 1: The Dream begins
Two blurs darted back and forth, intersecting every other second. A figure stood and watched the intense battle with pleasure. The two fighters landed ten feet from each other in a crouched position then quickly lunged forward. Fists flew at unbelievable speeds as the two combatants attacked. Suddenly one of them withdrew their hands and began attacking with their feet. The other swiftly jumped back and moved her long hair to the side. The first put his foot down and darted at his opponent. Both suddenly disappeared. Finally the two slammed opposite fists together. Neither let up. The room's atmosphere grew hotter as the intensity of the two fighters increased. Suddenly the figure watching threw out his right hand. "ENOUGH!"
Both fighters soon relaxed. "What do you think Master?" the male fighter questioned turning toward the figure. "Who is the best candidate?" the female added. "SILENCE!" the figure yelled. The two stood speechless. "Have you both forgotten?" Both fighters' eyes widened. "Please forgive us, Master," both replied in unison as they bowed. Suddenly both turned and threw their fists together again.
"From the school of." both called out in unison. "THE UNDEFEATED OF THE EAST!" the boy cried as he jumped back and threw a red ribbon toward his counterpart. Two hands caught the ribbon. "THE WINDS OF THE KING!" added the girl as she tied the ribbon around her hair and forming a ponytail. The boy began throwing punches. "SEN-SHAN!" The girl also threw her fists. "KIRET-SU!" Both then started punching at each other. "TEMPA-KUREN!" Yelled the two fighters in unison. "LOOK! THE EAST IS BURING RED!"
"Very good," the man smiled. "So who is it, Master?" the boy inquired. The dark haired master thought for a while in silence. "It seems both of you are equally matched," the Master finally broke the silence. "WHAT?!" cried the girl caught off guard. "But. but Master Domon." replied the boy. "Father! I'm far stronger than he is! I'm the daughter of the previous King of Hearts!"
"It seems both of you need some time off from this place," Domon began. "Time to rest, train and become stronger. And after that, one final tournament to decide who is the best." The two fighters stood baffled. What other tournament could they participate in? Suddenly the two cocked their heads up as if a light bulb had come on in their heads. "THE GUNDAM FIGHT!" both said aloud. "How about that, Master?" the boy requested. "Hmm, yes sounds fitting," Domon smiled. "Okay then, it's settled. The one who wins the Gundam Fight will become my successor. Now, lend me your fists." The two drew their arms back, as well as Domon. Suddenly they all threw a punch. A bright light shot from the top of Domon's hand and separated in two as it touched the hands of the other two. "Now, each of you have half the crest. Who ever wins between you two the other half will join with yours." "Thank you, Master," the two bowed.
"Now, everyone, I would like to first welcome you back. As you have just seen, Domon Kashu has chosen two pupils to succeed him as the King of Hearts. And by chance the 15th annual Gundam Fight has come. Let's just see how this will affect who will become the next King of Hearts and this year's Gundam Fight. Let's get things started! Gundam Final set, Ready. GO!"
Hundreds of capsules shot from the colonies and flew toward Earth. One landing in Neo China, another Neo France, Neo Germany and many other countries. But it seems two capsules have veered off coarse.
"What the." a man yelled as a powerful wind threw him back. "Cricky! Tha' bloo'y blast made me miss that prize of a kangaroo! What could have done that?"
The wind blew softly as a boy of about 18 years strolled into a small town of Neo Australia. The person wore a pair of loose blue jeans, a red gi opened up like a jacket, and a white muscle shirt underneath. Atop the boy's head was a black cap that covered his eyes as he looked down at his hand. As he squeezed his hand into a fist, half a crest appeared. 'Well, half of my dream has come true. Now I need to just fulfill the rest of it,' he thought. Then he pulled out a picture of a red haired woman that wore a short, blue-green coat over a pink dress. 'I would also like to help Master in his quest as well.' Soon the boy looked up and found a bar.
Smoke filled the atmosphere while the air was filled with the melody of a piano in the back. Numerous men sat at tables, half with guns next to them, gambling or just chatting. With out hesitation the person walked in and sat down at the bar. "What'll it be, Mate?" the bartender asked walking up. "Water," the boy answered in a low tone. After looking at his customer awkwardly, the bartender walked over and filled up a glass. "Oh," the person said tipping up his hat and reaching into his pocket. Just as the man put down the glass of water, the boy showed him a picture of the red haired woman. "Would you happened to have seen this woman?"
"Sorry there, Mate, can't help ya. But she looks cute," answered the bartender. The person retracted his hand and placed the picture back in his pocket. Suddenly the whole bar went silent. The boy tipped up his hat to see what the silence was about.
There in the doorway of the bar stood a tall, muscular man. He wore a tan vest with the sleeves torn off, pants filled with holes made from over use, and a hat topped off with a curved edge. With a frown on his face the man walked in with his rifle strapped on his back. Every time he took a step his large, leathery boots made a loud THUMP noise. As the man approached the bar, the bartender shuddered as he poured a large glass of whisky. As soon as the large man sat down his glass was also set down before him.
The boy studied the man with suspicion. 'This guy might know what I'm searching for,' thought the boy. Soon he stood up and walked over to the man. "Excuse me," he said reaching for the picture. The man sneered and slammed his half-empty glass on the bar. The wooden bar made a loud cracking sound as if it were going to break. The Neo Australian stood up and looked down on the boy. "Would you happen to have seen this woman?" questioned the boy without fear of the towering man. With a quick swing of his hand, the man grasped the shorter person by his hand that held the picture and lifted him off his feet.
The Australian lifted the boy up to where the two were face to face. "I don't have time for brats like you, Mate. Now let me be or I'll be forced to beat ya," the man said slowly. The boy stared at the man. "Wrong answer," he replied as he threw his foot into the man's wrist. The grip on his hand loosened and the boy slipped out. "Now, let's try again." The man quickly pulled up his gun and held it to the boy's head. "Yes, let's," the man said as he cocked his gun. The boy frowned and retracted his hand. Then the man did the same. In one gulp the Australian finished his glass and stormed out.
"I suggest you don't go around here looking for trouble, Matey," the bartender said. "Especially trouble with him."
"What's so good about him?" the boy asked sitting down. "Why he's Nack Crusher, Neo Australia's Gundam Fighter." "WHAT?!" the boy jumped up. "Did you say he's a Gundam Fighter?" The bartender nodded. The boy turned to run after Nack. "WAIT! Don't go, unless you're planning on getting killed!" "Nah, that's not even the last thing on my mind," he smiled as his half crest lit up.
"NACK!" the boy burst out the door of the bar. The large man stopped in his tracks. "I challenge you!" Nack slowly turned. "Challenge me to what?" he responded angrily. "To a Gundam Fight!" Nack looked surprised. Suddenly he cocked his rifle and clinched his teeth hard. "So, you're the one who made me miss my prey!" growled Nack. In a flash he fired two rounds. In seconds the boy fell to one knee, his right hand over his chest. "There's my pay back, Mate." But as soon as the boy looked up, Nack was struck with surprise. There in his right hand were both bullets the man had fired. "I see. Well then. I ACCEPT!" Nack hollered as he shot a bullet into the sky. Soon a Gundam landed right behind him. The mobile suit's design was similar to his. The legs resembled cowboy pants with tall boots and its chest had a gundarium vest. And on top of its head was a hat with a curved edge. "Finally! BOUT GUNDAM RISE!" called out the boy as he threw off his cap to reveal light brown hair with golden yellow tips. Outside the city the ground began to shake. Suddenly a red capsule burst out of the ground and opened up. Rising out of the capsule was a red, white, and blue Gundam. Its chest-plate was a red color, rectangular shape that had a green star in the center. The shoulders were small triangular shaped, consist of overlapping red and blue stripes, and came to a point at each side. The blue fighting skirt around the Gundam's waste was short with a large white stripe on each side. Down the white legs there was a set of vents on the shins and on the rear side of the legs were vernires. And finally two rather large black feet held the machine up.
"This is Neo America's Bout Gundam," smiled the boy as the skintight mobile trace system wrapped around his body. "And I am Duez Star!" A bright star crest mounted itself upon Wilds' chest as he explained. "Looks nice, Mate, but can it compare to my Poacher Gundam?" Nack grinned as he lifted his right arm. The whole fore arm was over taken by a large rifle built into it. "With the formalities out of the way, let's begin!" "GUNDAM FIGHT." Duez yelled. "READY." "GO!"
The Bout Gundam's leg vernier engaged along with its back vernier. The Fighter quickly flew toward the Poacher Gundam but was quickly knocked face down. "Ah, he go me right in the shoulder," Duez said holding his left shoulder. "I suggest you run, Mate. That was just a warning shot," Nack began. "I was labeled the top marksman of the colonies!" "Oh really? Then let's just see how good you really are!" smiled the boy as his Gundam darted side to side quickly. Suddenly a sharp pain appeared in the chest plate. "He's getting closer to the head." "Ha! I'm just have'n fun with ya! I could easily blow that head of yer's off!" bragged Nack as he aimed.
"Then show me," challenged the Neo American. The Neo Australian grinned then fired. The bullet quickly flew through the air toward its target. And in seconds it hit or really went right through. "WHAT THE.?!" the man gasped confused. There before him were three separate images of the Bout Gundam. "Which one is it? I'll shoot 'em all!" Quickly Nack shot at all three heads but the bullets only flew straight through their targets.
"Nice try!" a voice said. Nack looked up to find the Bout Gundam flying straight toward him. Thick, red gundarium knuckles flipped over the Gundam's hands as it approached its target. "And now for my KO Knuckle!" The right hand began to glow red as Duez brought the Gundam's mighty fist down.
The Poacher Gundam barely dodged the finishing move but Duez was able to cut straight through the gun hand of the M.F. (Mobile Fighter). "ARRRRGGHHHH!" cried Nack as he grabbed his glowing right arm. But the Neo Australian would not let it end like this. Out of the gundarium vest 15 missiles were shot toward the Bout Gundam.
"Tornado PUNCH!" Duez called out as he threw his left fist forward. A spiral of energy then engulfed the missiles and carried them up into the sky. The Bout Gundam then turned toward the Poacher Gundam. "And now. THE END!" And with one final punch the tan Gundam's head was torn off its shoulders.
About five minutes after the defeat, a window of Nack appeared in front of Duez. "You fight great, Mate," he began. "Oh, and to answer your question, no I have not see that woman." Duez looked down at the picture then looked back up and nodded in reply.
NEXT EPISODE: Everyone it's the moment you've all been waiting for! Duez heads to Neo Britain to search for the woman and fulfill his dream. There he finds a Knight of the Round Table who just might help him in his quest. Next time on Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Chivalrous Charles-The Knight of the Round. Ready. GO!