A/N hi all, in case you are wondering, yes I am starting another fic. This
one is a little different and it just came to me. There probably will be
some OOC-ness, but maybe not that much. And it takes place after the
series, so it's also AU, very AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own G-Gundam.
"What the in hell's name are you doing? This is for my Gundam, not some box!!!" Gavin Martin shouted at the workmen. They ignored him. And he started to curse some more and swore and kicked a few crates.
"Relax, man. I believe that whatever is in that box, will help us with your exhibition match next week. Your going up against Neo-Japan's Domon Kasshu. We're Neo-New Zealand, we never had a match, ever. Now, if we put up a good fight, we just might make it to the fight this year. And I'm sure that you want to, get some last revenge against a certain Neo-American pilot?" Hicney said to him. The American just stared at him and walked over to the box.
"Well, then. What the hell is this thing?" Gavin asked, as he walked up to it and put his eye to a dent. The light that came from it caused him to jump back. The box then dissolved into black electricity. It then jumped towards Commando Gundam and it change it, made it more fierce looking, more soldierish.
"Holy God!!!" Gavin said as he ran towards the still sparking Gundam. When he got into the cockpit, he saw that a lot had changed.
"My goodness, whatever hit the Gundam changed the entire cockpit. You know what, I'm going back to the console and I want you to activate the Gundam, lets see what happened," Hicney told the irritated pilot. After he told him to start up, he could hear the swearing, so he brought up the vid-com.
"The frickin' thing is broke, what ever the hell happened did something. No suit, no work." Gavin told him, but he started to swear when he noticed that Hicney wasn't paying attention to him.
"Hey, you old stupid mother... Damn it, you make it me so mad. Hey, how many fingers am I holding up you rat bastard?" Gavin said as he gave Hicney the finger. And that caused him to laugh hysterically.
"What in blazing hell is so funny?" Gavin asked. After Hicney calmed down, he told him.
"Commando just flicked me off." Hicney said before laughing some more. Gavin tilted his head and mouthed a few curses, and had Commando been built with a mouth would have echoed his motions to the letter.
The next day, a bunch of the crew were looking at the Gundam. The way it looked was similar to when the Maxter put on it's 'gloves' but had what seemed to be bandoliers crisscrossing its chest. It had the camo fatigues and combat boots that sheathed bowie knife on the right foot. And then there was a red headband wrapped around the forehead. All in all, it could best be described, by you and myself, that it looked like Rambo.
"This amazing, just kick in the ass amazing. No need for an MTS suit, there are sensors in the cockpit that pick up every little tiny movement. If you were to wipe your mouth, it would carry over. Hell, even the body has been modified to do those movements. It's just frickinly amazing." Hicney said going over the readouts on the Gundam. Gavin on the other hand wasn't as enthusiastic as his chief specialist.
"That's all good and such, but what the hell does it mean for it's performance, is it improved?" Gavin asked. Hicney gave him a dumbfounded look.
"Is the Pope Catholic? Of course its improved. Not only that I think with it like this we might actually make it to the fight itself. After this year, people will realize the Neo-New Zealand will be a contender." Hicney said, with joyfulness, for with whatever happened to the Commando, it meant that Neo-New Zealand will finally get to the actual fights.
"Whatever. If you don't mind, I'm going out on the town, end up getting drunk off my ass and miraculously appear in the hanger 3 hours before the fight with Neo-Japan, sober as hell. Guaranteed." Gavin said before he left the hanger to do what he said. And that caused Hicney to groan, not about what he was going to do, but that he was never wrong.
And later in the week, on the day that the fight was supposed to commence, at exactly 3 hours before crunch time, Gavin appeared, taking out a syringe.
"Here I am. And survey says..." Gavin said, taking the syringe, jabbing in his arm, taking blood and putting it in a scanner on the table. His blood alcohol level was so low it should've been negative.
"I hate you." Hicney said to Gavin, which caused him to laugh. And when he sat down he grinned.
"And with good reason." Was Gavin's retort. The old man then got his papers and looked through. And then he sighed.
"This is something that I think you should know. Commando is hooked up to some sort of network. Of what, I don't know. But, I have rigged up a sensor scanner that tells me where they are if they are activated. I did that by figuring out the signals that the Gundam was sending out, not paternized, but organized in a way to be random, although you can tell when they repeat." Hicney said to a bored looking Gavin.
"Yeah and your telling me this why?" he said in a monotone that resembled a yawn. Hicney just shook his head, sadly and spoke in a tone that was louder than it should have been.
"If during a fight you access this network, something bad might happen, I have no idea what will and if any one else figures that your Gundam is hooked up to a network they can search for the signal and hijack it at any time, possibly." Hicney said, a little angry, then he handed Gavin a knife.
"What's this?" he asked, he held the knife in his hands, it happened to be a bowie knife, just like the one the Commando had on it.
"You have a disadvantage. The MTS suits make the energy that you hold when you use a weapon. You don't have one, so you're going to have to use the real thing. And that means you can't use your rifle, until we get one you can use in the cockpit and we find a place to put it on the Gundam and how it will affect the current systems overlay." Hicney said. Gavin just nodded.
"I have no idea what you just said, but okay. Then I'll be readying myself." Gavin said as he got up and went to his room to get ready.
Well there's the first part, hope you all like it. It should get better. I hope. But anyway it should work out because I will make it work.
Disclaimer: I don't own G-Gundam.
"What the in hell's name are you doing? This is for my Gundam, not some box!!!" Gavin Martin shouted at the workmen. They ignored him. And he started to curse some more and swore and kicked a few crates.
"Relax, man. I believe that whatever is in that box, will help us with your exhibition match next week. Your going up against Neo-Japan's Domon Kasshu. We're Neo-New Zealand, we never had a match, ever. Now, if we put up a good fight, we just might make it to the fight this year. And I'm sure that you want to, get some last revenge against a certain Neo-American pilot?" Hicney said to him. The American just stared at him and walked over to the box.
"Well, then. What the hell is this thing?" Gavin asked, as he walked up to it and put his eye to a dent. The light that came from it caused him to jump back. The box then dissolved into black electricity. It then jumped towards Commando Gundam and it change it, made it more fierce looking, more soldierish.
"Holy God!!!" Gavin said as he ran towards the still sparking Gundam. When he got into the cockpit, he saw that a lot had changed.
"My goodness, whatever hit the Gundam changed the entire cockpit. You know what, I'm going back to the console and I want you to activate the Gundam, lets see what happened," Hicney told the irritated pilot. After he told him to start up, he could hear the swearing, so he brought up the vid-com.
"The frickin' thing is broke, what ever the hell happened did something. No suit, no work." Gavin told him, but he started to swear when he noticed that Hicney wasn't paying attention to him.
"Hey, you old stupid mother... Damn it, you make it me so mad. Hey, how many fingers am I holding up you rat bastard?" Gavin said as he gave Hicney the finger. And that caused him to laugh hysterically.
"What in blazing hell is so funny?" Gavin asked. After Hicney calmed down, he told him.
"Commando just flicked me off." Hicney said before laughing some more. Gavin tilted his head and mouthed a few curses, and had Commando been built with a mouth would have echoed his motions to the letter.
The next day, a bunch of the crew were looking at the Gundam. The way it looked was similar to when the Maxter put on it's 'gloves' but had what seemed to be bandoliers crisscrossing its chest. It had the camo fatigues and combat boots that sheathed bowie knife on the right foot. And then there was a red headband wrapped around the forehead. All in all, it could best be described, by you and myself, that it looked like Rambo.
"This amazing, just kick in the ass amazing. No need for an MTS suit, there are sensors in the cockpit that pick up every little tiny movement. If you were to wipe your mouth, it would carry over. Hell, even the body has been modified to do those movements. It's just frickinly amazing." Hicney said going over the readouts on the Gundam. Gavin on the other hand wasn't as enthusiastic as his chief specialist.
"That's all good and such, but what the hell does it mean for it's performance, is it improved?" Gavin asked. Hicney gave him a dumbfounded look.
"Is the Pope Catholic? Of course its improved. Not only that I think with it like this we might actually make it to the fight itself. After this year, people will realize the Neo-New Zealand will be a contender." Hicney said, with joyfulness, for with whatever happened to the Commando, it meant that Neo-New Zealand will finally get to the actual fights.
"Whatever. If you don't mind, I'm going out on the town, end up getting drunk off my ass and miraculously appear in the hanger 3 hours before the fight with Neo-Japan, sober as hell. Guaranteed." Gavin said before he left the hanger to do what he said. And that caused Hicney to groan, not about what he was going to do, but that he was never wrong.
And later in the week, on the day that the fight was supposed to commence, at exactly 3 hours before crunch time, Gavin appeared, taking out a syringe.
"Here I am. And survey says..." Gavin said, taking the syringe, jabbing in his arm, taking blood and putting it in a scanner on the table. His blood alcohol level was so low it should've been negative.
"I hate you." Hicney said to Gavin, which caused him to laugh. And when he sat down he grinned.
"And with good reason." Was Gavin's retort. The old man then got his papers and looked through. And then he sighed.
"This is something that I think you should know. Commando is hooked up to some sort of network. Of what, I don't know. But, I have rigged up a sensor scanner that tells me where they are if they are activated. I did that by figuring out the signals that the Gundam was sending out, not paternized, but organized in a way to be random, although you can tell when they repeat." Hicney said to a bored looking Gavin.
"Yeah and your telling me this why?" he said in a monotone that resembled a yawn. Hicney just shook his head, sadly and spoke in a tone that was louder than it should have been.
"If during a fight you access this network, something bad might happen, I have no idea what will and if any one else figures that your Gundam is hooked up to a network they can search for the signal and hijack it at any time, possibly." Hicney said, a little angry, then he handed Gavin a knife.
"What's this?" he asked, he held the knife in his hands, it happened to be a bowie knife, just like the one the Commando had on it.
"You have a disadvantage. The MTS suits make the energy that you hold when you use a weapon. You don't have one, so you're going to have to use the real thing. And that means you can't use your rifle, until we get one you can use in the cockpit and we find a place to put it on the Gundam and how it will affect the current systems overlay." Hicney said. Gavin just nodded.
"I have no idea what you just said, but okay. Then I'll be readying myself." Gavin said as he got up and went to his room to get ready.
Well there's the first part, hope you all like it. It should get better. I hope. But anyway it should work out because I will make it work.