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Meeting on the battle feild.
a Gundam wing short short story
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gundam is not owned by me
By DTemplar
Day 1: Suit-up
"Alright losers listen up!" "Today we are heading into an old French province. I want all of you dick-offs suited and ready it's only standard patrol so don't wet yer pants thinkin yer gonna die!" "We dont expect anything interesting to happen" The commander barks in a loud tone. I a stand amongst the crowd of guys, most fresh out of basic, half asleep. "Wake-up!" commander barks at us. We all shuffle our feet laziliy and half grumble curses as we head towards the hangers. "Mooooooooove it!!" The commander barks again. "Sheesh, dont he eva git tired?" a slang talking pilot I dont know says to me. "beats me" is what I reply. I head into the hanger passing through the enormous and rusty double doors. Our unit hanger is not the newest, definatly not one of the best either. They say that only the rejects that barely pass get put into unit 009-12-A. Most days I think it's true. I dont get as much crap as the other guys mostly because I'm a leuitenant and not basic infantry pilots. But I certanily dont get any respect from them. I sigh heavily and climb the rusty worn-down ladder to the cockpit of my mobile suit. I reach the small boarding catwalk, look at my suit, and sigh again. We use class 00-E Mobile unit Leo class suits,an older production model of the standard Leo. All I can think of is 'Man more crap to use'. "Hey Al! you ready?" a young pilot says to me. "Guess so. lets move out!" I say over the Comm to all the other pilots.
Day 2: Patrol
"Nothing on radar sir" a pilot tells me over the comm. "Okay keep looking Private" I respond. "Yessir" he replies and logs out. I stiffle a yawn and lay my head down on the control panel of my Leo and doze off. "Sir Sir!!!!" a frantic voice says heard over the radio. "Mmmm what is it now private?" I yawn. "We uh got a big one on prelims it it m...m...m..might be a gundam sir!" he says practically screaming with fear. "Ok ok calm down soldier we've been trained to handle this remember?" I say to the soldier "Yes we have." he says calmer now. but it is short lived as a huge green scythe slices through him. "AUGGHH" is his final scream. "That is that? yes its unit 02." I say to my self. It stands before me at least 2 stories taller than my suit. It's body gleamed in the sunlight. I reached for the comm and then pulled back remebering the intelligence dossier I had read on it. 'Hyper jammers' I had rememberd reading in the report cuts out enemy transmissions and diguises itself as well. I snapped out of my thoughts and raised my 150 mm Gauss machine cannon at him. He raised his blade, ready for combat, I swalloed some spit back.
The blade comes down before I could decide a proper reaction. I manage to duck and roll out of the way, an incredible feat for this old suit, but not before I get a close scrape. "Dammit" I say to myself. I check my status readout quickly. Left shoulder armour destroyed, left radar port damaged. "Crap. Not good at all.". I fire off some shots into unit 02. But all I manage to do is stun him a bit. "If only my comm could send past those jammers..." I say. As it stands I cant radio for support. "Think think dammit!" I say to myself as I duck behind a crumbling old chapel. I watch on video as 02 hunts for me amongst the rubble. "Feh. At least this old suit is good for somthing" I say remebering a passage in an Intel dossier. 'Gundam mobile suit units are programmed with data from suits classes 00-R to 03-B suits only.'
He soon finds me though, it's hard to hide these big old suits in a small village for very long. Without warning his blade comes down swiftly, slicing and old wall in half. I run my my suit as fast as it can go. I fire my boosts and speed up when I see him close in. "Shit!" I say. The blade comes down on my left and I hear the sound of groaning, then, exploding equipment. "No no cant be lemme check" I say as I bring up status again. "Damn" "Left arm completely gone" "Not good" I say. My gauss is now on the ground. Not that I can use it with one arm any way. I pull out a machine pistol from storage and fire it. Then I close my eys and wait for the scythe to kill me.
I open my eyes. I'm not dead as I thought I would be. I look at the unit 02. He has his hand over his eye cameras. The hand removes itself. I see that the armour around the area is destroyed, the eye cameras gone. "I did it?" I say in disbelief. 02 steps back. I can tell the pilot is still looking at me through his other head camera. For a moment time stands still, two rivals locked in that sudden mutual agreement between a strong enemy and his weaker rival. He backs away and then rockets off. I wipe sweat from my brow. I go on the comm. "Hey guys." I say. "Patrol over. Lets go home". I log out. This will make for an interesting report I think to my self.
Fin
Wel watcha think? I wrote this when I wuz outta other ideas Reveiws please!!
Meeting on the battle feild.
a Gundam wing short short story
*******************
gundam is not owned by me
By DTemplar
Day 1: Suit-up
"Alright losers listen up!" "Today we are heading into an old French province. I want all of you dick-offs suited and ready it's only standard patrol so don't wet yer pants thinkin yer gonna die!" "We dont expect anything interesting to happen" The commander barks in a loud tone. I a stand amongst the crowd of guys, most fresh out of basic, half asleep. "Wake-up!" commander barks at us. We all shuffle our feet laziliy and half grumble curses as we head towards the hangers. "Mooooooooove it!!" The commander barks again. "Sheesh, dont he eva git tired?" a slang talking pilot I dont know says to me. "beats me" is what I reply. I head into the hanger passing through the enormous and rusty double doors. Our unit hanger is not the newest, definatly not one of the best either. They say that only the rejects that barely pass get put into unit 009-12-A. Most days I think it's true. I dont get as much crap as the other guys mostly because I'm a leuitenant and not basic infantry pilots. But I certanily dont get any respect from them. I sigh heavily and climb the rusty worn-down ladder to the cockpit of my mobile suit. I reach the small boarding catwalk, look at my suit, and sigh again. We use class 00-E Mobile unit Leo class suits,an older production model of the standard Leo. All I can think of is 'Man more crap to use'. "Hey Al! you ready?" a young pilot says to me. "Guess so. lets move out!" I say over the Comm to all the other pilots.
Day 2: Patrol
"Nothing on radar sir" a pilot tells me over the comm. "Okay keep looking Private" I respond. "Yessir" he replies and logs out. I stiffle a yawn and lay my head down on the control panel of my Leo and doze off. "Sir Sir!!!!" a frantic voice says heard over the radio. "Mmmm what is it now private?" I yawn. "We uh got a big one on prelims it it m...m...m..might be a gundam sir!" he says practically screaming with fear. "Ok ok calm down soldier we've been trained to handle this remember?" I say to the soldier "Yes we have." he says calmer now. but it is short lived as a huge green scythe slices through him. "AUGGHH" is his final scream. "That is that? yes its unit 02." I say to my self. It stands before me at least 2 stories taller than my suit. It's body gleamed in the sunlight. I reached for the comm and then pulled back remebering the intelligence dossier I had read on it. 'Hyper jammers' I had rememberd reading in the report cuts out enemy transmissions and diguises itself as well. I snapped out of my thoughts and raised my 150 mm Gauss machine cannon at him. He raised his blade, ready for combat, I swalloed some spit back.
The blade comes down before I could decide a proper reaction. I manage to duck and roll out of the way, an incredible feat for this old suit, but not before I get a close scrape. "Dammit" I say to myself. I check my status readout quickly. Left shoulder armour destroyed, left radar port damaged. "Crap. Not good at all.". I fire off some shots into unit 02. But all I manage to do is stun him a bit. "If only my comm could send past those jammers..." I say. As it stands I cant radio for support. "Think think dammit!" I say to myself as I duck behind a crumbling old chapel. I watch on video as 02 hunts for me amongst the rubble. "Feh. At least this old suit is good for somthing" I say remebering a passage in an Intel dossier. 'Gundam mobile suit units are programmed with data from suits classes 00-R to 03-B suits only.'
He soon finds me though, it's hard to hide these big old suits in a small village for very long. Without warning his blade comes down swiftly, slicing and old wall in half. I run my my suit as fast as it can go. I fire my boosts and speed up when I see him close in. "Shit!" I say. The blade comes down on my left and I hear the sound of groaning, then, exploding equipment. "No no cant be lemme check" I say as I bring up status again. "Damn" "Left arm completely gone" "Not good" I say. My gauss is now on the ground. Not that I can use it with one arm any way. I pull out a machine pistol from storage and fire it. Then I close my eys and wait for the scythe to kill me.
I open my eyes. I'm not dead as I thought I would be. I look at the unit 02. He has his hand over his eye cameras. The hand removes itself. I see that the armour around the area is destroyed, the eye cameras gone. "I did it?" I say in disbelief. 02 steps back. I can tell the pilot is still looking at me through his other head camera. For a moment time stands still, two rivals locked in that sudden mutual agreement between a strong enemy and his weaker rival. He backs away and then rockets off. I wipe sweat from my brow. I go on the comm. "Hey guys." I say. "Patrol over. Lets go home". I log out. This will make for an interesting report I think to my self.
Fin
Wel watcha think? I wrote this when I wuz outta other ideas Reveiws please!!