Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Trial of Honour
The transport ship's hanger was dark and gloomy a teenage boy sat on a packing crate, the words Neo England were stencilled on it, looking out of a small porthole. Light from the sun played on the teenager's face his light hazel eyes weren't dazzled but remained fixed on mother Earth. He turned his head slightly and looked back into the hanger behind him was the looming of shape of a Gundam, the exact details were protected by the gloom but the boy knew every inch of the mighty mobile fighter.
'Gundam, why do you look so sad?' he asked quietly, no reply came, 'We're going back you know. We've been too long away its time we reclaimed what's ours.'
The boy turned his head back towards the Earth. 'I will get it back, no matter what. We've lived too long with this shame.'
The transport continued down through the atmosphere towards Europe.
Domon Kasshu paced up and down Dock Sixteen of the Neo Japan Colony spaceport. He looked down at his watch.
'They're late,' he muttered, 'How can they be late! On a day like this.' 16 years had passed since he and Rain defeated the Devil Gundam and 12 years since Neo Japan had won the Gundam Fight. If he could have his way he'd have entered for this Gundam Fight but Rain had convinced him otherwise. It was probably for the best; he didn't really want to end up like Gentle Chapman. Domon checked his watch again. Grunting he left the dock and went into the shuttle. After a short trek he found himself in the hanger.
'My old friend. How are you?' Domon asked the Gundam standing silent. 'Shining Gundam.' Seeing the Shining Gundam brought back painful memories for Domon the Guyana Highlands came to the forefront of his mind and particularly the Shining Gundam's 'death' at the hands of Master Gundam. Standing on the grantee that lead to the cockpit Domon traced a hand over the Shining Gundam's stomach.
'Father!' yelled a voice that caused Domon to look up. Running up the grantee was Kyoji, his son, followed by Rain.
'I'm sorry we're late,' she said apologetically
'I should never of trusted you to get him here on time,' Domon said with fainted anger in his voice. 'Kyoji! Are you ready for this Gundam Fight?'
'Yes Father! For you and Mother I'm going to win this Gundam Fight with Shining Gundam,' said Kyoji. Domon could see that his teenage son was far too over excited.
'So noisy!' he barked causing Kyoji to calm down slightly, 'Paying attention? This Gundam fight isn't a game for you to play! Neo Japan's honour is at steak every time to enter a Gundam fight, never forget that. Now remember everything that we've taught you and you'll be an excellent Gundam fighter.' With that Domon stalked out of the hunger.
'Good luck Kyoji,' said Rain, 'Your father might seem a little tough today, but its just because he's not entering the Gundam Fight. Remember look after your support staff you never know when you'll need them.' Kyoji nodded as Rain walked away.
'Good bye mother!' he said trying to hold back the tears. Although he put on a tough guy exterior he was kind of worried about having to spend a year away from home, he was only 16. A lot of the Neo Japan officials said he was too young for the Gundam Fight, maybe they were right.
As Neo Japan's shuttle left the spaceport Domon watched from the main terminal. Although the terminal was one of the busiest places in the colony the little corner where Domon stood was serenely quiet.
'You could have wished him good luck,' said Rain as she approached Domon, 'He's nervous enough as it is without his father going off on one.'
'Luck? He doesn't need luck,' said Domon confidently, 'He's out son. Have you no faith in him?'
'Faith enough dear, but I wonder if he has faith in himself,' she said leaning on the guardrail, 'There are some really strong fighters this time. I hear that even Neo England is back in the tournament.'
'Neo England? Have 12 years passed that quickly?' he asked wistfully, 'I must be getting old.'
'You old? Ha! That would be the day,' laughed Rain.
The bulky Neo England transport set down on a grassy plain. The great hanger doors on one side slowly opened when they were fully open Neo England's mobile fighter slowly stepped out. It harkened back to Neo England's glory days of the 9th Gundam fight. This black and red Gundam was a fearsome sight. Mounted into its shoulders was a pair of high output beam cannons, in her hands she carried a beam machine gun, at her waist were two beam sabres and to top it off she had a pair of head vulcans. Standing on the Gundam's hand was the teenage boy from the hanger the Gundam bent down and let him jump off onto the soft Earth. Looking around to get his bearings he noticed a hover transport and flatbed approach. He watched as the boxy hover transport came to a stop and a delicate female figure emerged.
'Your Paul Snowdon right?' asked the female figure. The boy simply nodded. 'I'm Lisa Gill, apart of your support staff. I was sent to collect you.'
She was part of his support staff? Paul could hardly believe it; she couldn't have been any older than he was. She was very attractive though, Paul had to give her that, but that sort of thing would just distract him.
'I don't need your help,' he said stiffly, 'I'll manage on my own.' Paul noted that a hurt look fell on her face.
'What do you mean by that!' she said, 'You can't last the whole fight without support,' She was about to continue but was interrupted.
'NEO ENGLAND! I challenge you to a Gundam fight!' boomed a massive voice. Paul looked around wildly until his eyes set on the looming shape of a Gundam. Paul leapt back on to his Gundam's hand, which brought him up to the cockpit. Once inside he activated the mobile trace system. His suit was black and red, following the pattern on his Gundam's hull. Paul looked at his opponent.
'Shamrock Gundam, Neo Ireland,' he whispered to himself.
'Gundam Fight! Ready!' yelled Shamrock Gundam. High above them in Earth Orbit the barrier that surrounded the Earth activated, the Gundam Fight had started.
'Go!' bellowed Paul as his Gundam launched forward. He dodged the first attack and parried the second. Pushing the Shamrock Gundam back he let rip with a burst from his beam machine gun. The Shamrock Gundam had one advantage over the Paul's Gundam it was fast. Paul's Gundam rocked as the Shamrock Gundam attacked from the rear.
'Fool! My Royal Britain Gundam won't be defeated so easily!' yelled Paul. As the Shamrock Gundam zoomed past Paul stuck out his Gundam's leg catching Neo Ireland's Gundam and sending it crashing too the ground. To prevent it from getting back up Paul peppered it with his beam machine gun.
'This battle is over,' he said to the downed Gundam. He let the Royal Britain Gundam setting into place and then aimed the two beam cannons on his shoulders. The blast vaporised the Shamrock Gundam's head.
'Gundam Fight International Rule 1: A Gundam with its head destroyed is disqualified.' Said Paul almost emotionlessly, 'Your out of this fight Neo Ireland.'
'Wow! He's good,' said Lisa aghast, 'Maybe he doesn't need out help.'
The transport ship's hanger was dark and gloomy a teenage boy sat on a packing crate, the words Neo England were stencilled on it, looking out of a small porthole. Light from the sun played on the teenager's face his light hazel eyes weren't dazzled but remained fixed on mother Earth. He turned his head slightly and looked back into the hanger behind him was the looming of shape of a Gundam, the exact details were protected by the gloom but the boy knew every inch of the mighty mobile fighter.
'Gundam, why do you look so sad?' he asked quietly, no reply came, 'We're going back you know. We've been too long away its time we reclaimed what's ours.'
The boy turned his head back towards the Earth. 'I will get it back, no matter what. We've lived too long with this shame.'
The transport continued down through the atmosphere towards Europe.
Domon Kasshu paced up and down Dock Sixteen of the Neo Japan Colony spaceport. He looked down at his watch.
'They're late,' he muttered, 'How can they be late! On a day like this.' 16 years had passed since he and Rain defeated the Devil Gundam and 12 years since Neo Japan had won the Gundam Fight. If he could have his way he'd have entered for this Gundam Fight but Rain had convinced him otherwise. It was probably for the best; he didn't really want to end up like Gentle Chapman. Domon checked his watch again. Grunting he left the dock and went into the shuttle. After a short trek he found himself in the hanger.
'My old friend. How are you?' Domon asked the Gundam standing silent. 'Shining Gundam.' Seeing the Shining Gundam brought back painful memories for Domon the Guyana Highlands came to the forefront of his mind and particularly the Shining Gundam's 'death' at the hands of Master Gundam. Standing on the grantee that lead to the cockpit Domon traced a hand over the Shining Gundam's stomach.
'Father!' yelled a voice that caused Domon to look up. Running up the grantee was Kyoji, his son, followed by Rain.
'I'm sorry we're late,' she said apologetically
'I should never of trusted you to get him here on time,' Domon said with fainted anger in his voice. 'Kyoji! Are you ready for this Gundam Fight?'
'Yes Father! For you and Mother I'm going to win this Gundam Fight with Shining Gundam,' said Kyoji. Domon could see that his teenage son was far too over excited.
'So noisy!' he barked causing Kyoji to calm down slightly, 'Paying attention? This Gundam fight isn't a game for you to play! Neo Japan's honour is at steak every time to enter a Gundam fight, never forget that. Now remember everything that we've taught you and you'll be an excellent Gundam fighter.' With that Domon stalked out of the hunger.
'Good luck Kyoji,' said Rain, 'Your father might seem a little tough today, but its just because he's not entering the Gundam Fight. Remember look after your support staff you never know when you'll need them.' Kyoji nodded as Rain walked away.
'Good bye mother!' he said trying to hold back the tears. Although he put on a tough guy exterior he was kind of worried about having to spend a year away from home, he was only 16. A lot of the Neo Japan officials said he was too young for the Gundam Fight, maybe they were right.
As Neo Japan's shuttle left the spaceport Domon watched from the main terminal. Although the terminal was one of the busiest places in the colony the little corner where Domon stood was serenely quiet.
'You could have wished him good luck,' said Rain as she approached Domon, 'He's nervous enough as it is without his father going off on one.'
'Luck? He doesn't need luck,' said Domon confidently, 'He's out son. Have you no faith in him?'
'Faith enough dear, but I wonder if he has faith in himself,' she said leaning on the guardrail, 'There are some really strong fighters this time. I hear that even Neo England is back in the tournament.'
'Neo England? Have 12 years passed that quickly?' he asked wistfully, 'I must be getting old.'
'You old? Ha! That would be the day,' laughed Rain.
The bulky Neo England transport set down on a grassy plain. The great hanger doors on one side slowly opened when they were fully open Neo England's mobile fighter slowly stepped out. It harkened back to Neo England's glory days of the 9th Gundam fight. This black and red Gundam was a fearsome sight. Mounted into its shoulders was a pair of high output beam cannons, in her hands she carried a beam machine gun, at her waist were two beam sabres and to top it off she had a pair of head vulcans. Standing on the Gundam's hand was the teenage boy from the hanger the Gundam bent down and let him jump off onto the soft Earth. Looking around to get his bearings he noticed a hover transport and flatbed approach. He watched as the boxy hover transport came to a stop and a delicate female figure emerged.
'Your Paul Snowdon right?' asked the female figure. The boy simply nodded. 'I'm Lisa Gill, apart of your support staff. I was sent to collect you.'
She was part of his support staff? Paul could hardly believe it; she couldn't have been any older than he was. She was very attractive though, Paul had to give her that, but that sort of thing would just distract him.
'I don't need your help,' he said stiffly, 'I'll manage on my own.' Paul noted that a hurt look fell on her face.
'What do you mean by that!' she said, 'You can't last the whole fight without support,' She was about to continue but was interrupted.
'NEO ENGLAND! I challenge you to a Gundam fight!' boomed a massive voice. Paul looked around wildly until his eyes set on the looming shape of a Gundam. Paul leapt back on to his Gundam's hand, which brought him up to the cockpit. Once inside he activated the mobile trace system. His suit was black and red, following the pattern on his Gundam's hull. Paul looked at his opponent.
'Shamrock Gundam, Neo Ireland,' he whispered to himself.
'Gundam Fight! Ready!' yelled Shamrock Gundam. High above them in Earth Orbit the barrier that surrounded the Earth activated, the Gundam Fight had started.
'Go!' bellowed Paul as his Gundam launched forward. He dodged the first attack and parried the second. Pushing the Shamrock Gundam back he let rip with a burst from his beam machine gun. The Shamrock Gundam had one advantage over the Paul's Gundam it was fast. Paul's Gundam rocked as the Shamrock Gundam attacked from the rear.
'Fool! My Royal Britain Gundam won't be defeated so easily!' yelled Paul. As the Shamrock Gundam zoomed past Paul stuck out his Gundam's leg catching Neo Ireland's Gundam and sending it crashing too the ground. To prevent it from getting back up Paul peppered it with his beam machine gun.
'This battle is over,' he said to the downed Gundam. He let the Royal Britain Gundam setting into place and then aimed the two beam cannons on his shoulders. The blast vaporised the Shamrock Gundam's head.
'Gundam Fight International Rule 1: A Gundam with its head destroyed is disqualified.' Said Paul almost emotionlessly, 'Your out of this fight Neo Ireland.'
'Wow! He's good,' said Lisa aghast, 'Maybe he doesn't need out help.'