Waiting... Waiting in the tin can of a cockpit. Designed to cater to all his needs...

Orders... Orders given by his Excellency to the lady to his commanding officer and ultimately to him.

Ambush... The board was set. The pieces in place. Their guest need only arrive...

Battle... It happened in an instant. His comrade to the left exploded. His final exclamation cut short by static. The com erupts with proclamations of "It's a Gundam."

Sneer... What did they expect? This wasn't a drill. This was orders. These were the things that were supposed to happen.

Regret... But his mother didn't raise him to be a soldier. His mother raised him to be a man. Not some pawn who's sole purpose was to serve.

Confusion... It was almost over now... The exclamations on the com were less consistent.

Defeat... This battle was over, and then it came.

Light... Searing, Horrible, soothing light. It carried him away on wings of fire. His body was rent to pieces but it no longer mattered. He was aloft. He was flying.

~fin~

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