Disclaimer: I do not own anything in any way of the following: Gundam Wing,
Starcraft, Breath of Fire 3, Breath of Fire 4
Trial By Choice
Prologue
In the outskirts of Tokyo-3, there lay a base that is owned by a pack of mercenaries known as 'The Varied'. They also ran a secondary occupation as OZ 'deconstructionists'. Their secondary occupation, however, was growing to become their primary.
A moderatly built 14.5th year old male wearing a white muscle t-shirt and dark green pants that was ripped at the knees, was checking a clipboard, but seemed to be rather focused with his thoughts, rather than the clipboard. He finally slammed the board on the floor and angrily walked over to a thin 15-year old male who was currently welding metal to what seemed to be a giant robot leg.
"Hey! Gerad, get down here, I need a word with you!"
The welder looked up from his work, removed the welding mask, and set down the equipment.
He walked casually to the fairly muscle-bound character, adjusting the thick apron that covered his teal jacket and freshly pressed black pants.
"Keagan (key-gin) , if this is about-" began Gerad wiping his hands on a cloth.
SLAM!
Keagan picked up Gerad by the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. Everyone looked at the sight, as Keagan began sputtering at Gerad, rage contracted his tanned face, his teeth gritted together so much, that his silver tooth was exposed, "We've traveled over oh-so-many dimensions destroying OZ outposts and tracking down Treize. And what do we get in return?! Satisfaction?! Honour?! We get those, but we aren't even payed for it. We're mercenaries for crying out loud! We get payed for work! Face it Gerad, he doesn't care about us."
Gerad slipped out of his jacket through the bottom end, revealing a white shirt with the text: Zero to 100, and practically pasted Keagan's face against the wall when he got behind him. It was his turn to have his face contract in anger (replace tanned with fair skinned), "You don't say things like THAT about the commander!" Everyone was watching, but Gerad was deaf to the world as he chewed out Keagan for the 20th time since their travels. "*sigh* Listen man, I don't want to repeat this again, but I will. Some of those dimensions were saved, some were not, but those dimensions will be free again after we frag OZ. They may have located a dimension jumper, and they managed to get allies, but we are not freakin' giving up. Sometimes we just need to do some freelance work, besides, we've got excellent recruits of our own from all of those dimensions. Ryu 3, Cray, Duo Maxwell, Artanis, just to name a few. Remember out motto Keagan: This is our sacrifice, This is our spirit, This is our choice. The sacrifice being cash, the spirit being unity, and our choice being to oppose OZ and it's comrades......... You don't want to let people suffer do ya?"
Gerad released Keagan, and Keagan collapsed on the floor with a broken nose. "MEDIC!!" yelled Gerad as he picked up his jacket and calmly returned back to his welding.
"Bastard........." muttered Keagan. -----------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, in another base near Tokyo-2
Mengsk and Treize were watching an experiment, while sipping tea in progress. Mengsk set down his tea, folded his arms, and asked Treize, "With all due respect Treize, You have helped me many times, and I am in your debt. But isn't testing the Mobile Doll program on my Goliaths a bit much?
*Goliaths rampaging in background, firing guns and missiles in random directions*
*One Goliath fires missiles, and they do a U-turn and blow it up*
Treize finished his cup of tea, and replied with a calm tone, "The Mobile Doll program was not made for your kind of mech. This is only a test to see if the original program does work. Apparently not."
*Arcturus mutters something under his breath (just a waste of supplies and time)*
"What?" asked Treize.
"Nothing."
Treize rose from his chair and began to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" asked Mengsk.
Khushrenada turned his head and made a final response to Arcturus, "I have to use one of your dropships to get to a conference I'm having with the leaders of this dimension."
"But of course."
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Yeah, it's shit, go ahead and flame me all you want. It may seem like crap, but I'll try to get it better in the middle/ end. By the way I've had a hard luck week, that's most likely why this is crap. Give me suggestions with the flames. I'd appreciate it.
Signed, a frustrated Magister
Trial By Choice
Prologue
In the outskirts of Tokyo-3, there lay a base that is owned by a pack of mercenaries known as 'The Varied'. They also ran a secondary occupation as OZ 'deconstructionists'. Their secondary occupation, however, was growing to become their primary.
A moderatly built 14.5th year old male wearing a white muscle t-shirt and dark green pants that was ripped at the knees, was checking a clipboard, but seemed to be rather focused with his thoughts, rather than the clipboard. He finally slammed the board on the floor and angrily walked over to a thin 15-year old male who was currently welding metal to what seemed to be a giant robot leg.
"Hey! Gerad, get down here, I need a word with you!"
The welder looked up from his work, removed the welding mask, and set down the equipment.
He walked casually to the fairly muscle-bound character, adjusting the thick apron that covered his teal jacket and freshly pressed black pants.
"Keagan (key-gin) , if this is about-" began Gerad wiping his hands on a cloth.
SLAM!
Keagan picked up Gerad by the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. Everyone looked at the sight, as Keagan began sputtering at Gerad, rage contracted his tanned face, his teeth gritted together so much, that his silver tooth was exposed, "We've traveled over oh-so-many dimensions destroying OZ outposts and tracking down Treize. And what do we get in return?! Satisfaction?! Honour?! We get those, but we aren't even payed for it. We're mercenaries for crying out loud! We get payed for work! Face it Gerad, he doesn't care about us."
Gerad slipped out of his jacket through the bottom end, revealing a white shirt with the text: Zero to 100, and practically pasted Keagan's face against the wall when he got behind him. It was his turn to have his face contract in anger (replace tanned with fair skinned), "You don't say things like THAT about the commander!" Everyone was watching, but Gerad was deaf to the world as he chewed out Keagan for the 20th time since their travels. "*sigh* Listen man, I don't want to repeat this again, but I will. Some of those dimensions were saved, some were not, but those dimensions will be free again after we frag OZ. They may have located a dimension jumper, and they managed to get allies, but we are not freakin' giving up. Sometimes we just need to do some freelance work, besides, we've got excellent recruits of our own from all of those dimensions. Ryu 3, Cray, Duo Maxwell, Artanis, just to name a few. Remember out motto Keagan: This is our sacrifice, This is our spirit, This is our choice. The sacrifice being cash, the spirit being unity, and our choice being to oppose OZ and it's comrades......... You don't want to let people suffer do ya?"
Gerad released Keagan, and Keagan collapsed on the floor with a broken nose. "MEDIC!!" yelled Gerad as he picked up his jacket and calmly returned back to his welding.
"Bastard........." muttered Keagan. -----------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, in another base near Tokyo-2
Mengsk and Treize were watching an experiment, while sipping tea in progress. Mengsk set down his tea, folded his arms, and asked Treize, "With all due respect Treize, You have helped me many times, and I am in your debt. But isn't testing the Mobile Doll program on my Goliaths a bit much?
*Goliaths rampaging in background, firing guns and missiles in random directions*
*One Goliath fires missiles, and they do a U-turn and blow it up*
Treize finished his cup of tea, and replied with a calm tone, "The Mobile Doll program was not made for your kind of mech. This is only a test to see if the original program does work. Apparently not."
*Arcturus mutters something under his breath (just a waste of supplies and time)*
"What?" asked Treize.
"Nothing."
Treize rose from his chair and began to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" asked Mengsk.
Khushrenada turned his head and made a final response to Arcturus, "I have to use one of your dropships to get to a conference I'm having with the leaders of this dimension."
"But of course."
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Yeah, it's shit, go ahead and flame me all you want. It may seem like crap, but I'll try to get it better in the middle/ end. By the way I've had a hard luck week, that's most likely why this is crap. Give me suggestions with the flames. I'd appreciate it.
Signed, a frustrated Magister