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"Kira!!! I will kill you!"
"Athrun!!!"
Over the Pacific Islands, the antagonistic screams of two childhood friends turned against each other by the cruel tragedies of war resounded within the cockpits of two gigantic robots. The brilliant exchange of beam weaponry fired by their mechanical avatars communicated their blinding hatred towards each other.
Those humanoid war-machines, ten times the size of men, were mobile suits, the manifestation of technological and engineering brilliance inspired by mankind's oldest preoccupation, war.
In the Cosmic Era, the age where humanity had made space their second home, those titans had become the conventional weapons of mass destruction.
Currently, two in the line of the most advanced mobile suits were engaged in a war that had become a private affair. The deaths of their comrades in each other's hands had to be avenged.
The actors in this theatre of tragedy had no more words for each other. Their pupils were dilated by the silent rage of the berserker's gene written within their DNA. They had become one with their mobile suits as living computers, synchronised in carrying out the sole purpose of their existence. Destruction.
The mobile suits were all over the battleground. Long ranged beam attacks were unpredictably interchanged by the lethal slashes of beam sabers, swords of light that could cut through mobile suits as if they were made of flesh.
This battle had become a paradox. The perfectly launched assaults were matched by impeccable evasive manoeuvres. Repeated countless of times, by equally matched opponents, the battle was a stalemate balanced on a knife's edge. Any consequent move could be the wrong one, and also their last.
Then, the die was cast in the troubled skies.
The feverish swings of the pink mobile suit's beam saber knocked the reinforced shield its opponent carry. Was it luck? The shield tumbled in the air, between the two combatants. Or misfortune? The white mobile suit with winged flight pack countered with a thrust that penetrated the shield and skewered the head unit of the pink mobile suit behind it.
The explosion rocked the pink suit.
It's not over yet! The damaged suit responded with a flick of its saber, slamming the white suit down to the island below. The genetically enhanced battle insticts of the pilot did not allow him to rest. He immediately followed his counterattack with a death defying assault. The pink mobile suit transformed into a clawed flier and swooped down to catch its prey in its claws. Now, it's over! He activated the main cannon in the center of the claws.
Fizzles.
The transforming suit was out of energy. Lady luck was completely absent from that battlefield.
No! The fight will not end that way! He gritted his teeth and started the selfdestruct sequence.
Immediately after, he grabbed the emergency personal flight pack. He made no plans to die.
Meanwhile, the operating system inside the empty clawed flier counted down to the end of a friendship, innocence and life. They were all sent off with a thunder that shook the Pacifics.