Gundam-fall: Changing Fates
Episode 0.5: A mercenary 'Pilot'
GREEN NOA 1 space
A mobile suit is seen flying at an extremely high speed, giving the appearance of a blue and white blur. Three blazing hot thrusters can be seen on its back, the war machine quickly draws its beam sabers and slashes through two older model GM mobile suits faster than their pilots can react. The pilots only screamed in fear shortly before their swift end. The mobile suit then makes its way to one of the colony's maintenance entrances, the operation inside has yet to begin, and the pilot rips the massive door open using his machine's incredible strength. His suit's eyes glowed bright green, almost as if in anticipation of combat as he stomps his way into the colony. He stops just short of the maintenance side entrance door and waits for the emergency bulkhead to seal behind him. As soon as it does he then contacts his allies over his tactical helmet radio uplink.
"This is Cooper, I'm on station and making my way to the rendezvous point now. Requesting status report." The mobile suit's pilot spoke in calm and stoic manner. The pilot wore an unusual helmet with a horizontal blue x-shaped visor that completely obscured his face. He also wore a sealed orange-ish red pilot suit that bore a heavy resemblance to a simple jumpsuit, with a heavy layer of grey torso body armor attached along with several other hard points such as knee pads, elbow guards and shin guards, all of which had orange stripes. The armor had seen better days and was covered in burns and scars from heavy combat.
"This is Lieutenant Quattro Bajeena, my team is almost in position to secure the packages. Your orders are to maintain your current position and remain on standby for the operation until otherwise instructed or the opportunity to assist presents itself, Over."
"Roger that, I'll wait for the signal. Cooper out." Cooper then sighs to himself recalling simpler days of fighting the IMC.
"Cooper, my sensors indicate that you seem to be distressed, what is the problem?" A computerized voice spoke to him a calm analytical tone.
"Nothing BT just… recalling simpler times." Cooper replied with a sigh. "Are you homesick?" BT asked calmly.
"I guess you could say that BT. It seems almost like an eternity has gone by since we stopped the fold weapon." Cooper put his hands behind his head.
"Would you like a recap of recent past events since our departure from our own reality?" BT inquired sincerely.
"Sure, why not." Cooper said with some amusement in his voice.
"Now listing major events since our departure/arrival: You, former militia rifleman turned ace-titan pilot, jack cooper, arrived in the core system after warping through an unknown anomaly, only to find out that it is an alternate version where the titan wars never occurred, and instead a different set of conflicts known as the one-year war and the delaz conflict have been waged."
"That threw me for a loop." Cooper remembered the disorienting first days of his adventures in this strange new world.
"Since learning of this you took the task upon yourself to prevent the theft of the gundam class mobile suit designation GPO-4 Gerbera. Following a successful prevention you commandeered the chassis for yourself, afterwards another anomaly sent us forward in time. You eventually secured a residence for us in an asteroid based space dock, quote/unquote a desert island in space. After adjusting to the political and social climate you began taking various contracts as a privateer pilot."
"Which is what we're rolling in now. Quite an improvement over the titans from back home."
"During our brief time in this reality after you acquired our base of operations you attempted to redesign its systems to accept my central core and operating system. Once the A.E.U.G. had risen 'we' secretly joined its ranks while operating in the official capacity as mercenaries. The A.E.U.G. assisted in the redesign/upgrading of the Gerbera chassis and completed the half-finished mobile suit with your supervision. After said upgrades you re-installed my central core and 'got the band back together'."
"Ah, yeah, the A.E.U.G., they kind of remind me of the militia in a way, but they styled themselves more like a government than a rebellion, unlike the more ragtag militia back home. You think we'll ever get back BT?"
"Uncertain, perhaps in time we may locate a means of returning to our world. Current estimated chances at 1.5%"
"That's a little harsh, have some faith buddy." Cooper said with mock hurt.
"Recalculating probability estimation, odds of success now stand at 3% with the addition of variable: faith." BT comically replied.
"Well that's a shocker." Cooper replied sarcastically.
"I detect no electrical surges within the cockpit." BT replied.
"Just another expression BT." Cooper sighed with a hidden smile on his face.
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