Author's Note: Lol I probably don't have to tell you this takes place just before the invasion. Geez this one sure is short but pretty dark.
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Statue of Virtue
"Go for it guys!"
"Wooow! That sure is a great looking cake Sayla!"
"Well… You're right mom, we better get him to a doctor!"
"A-awoooooo…!"
"Captain!"
"Thank you for saving me."
"Uh, y-yessir!"
"Zero! You came for me!"
"Eheeheehee…"
"I-Isn't it kinda… Dark?"
"We'll go the old-fashioned way!"
"I'm going too!"
"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to- Why am I being so polite?! Beat it or I'll blast you!"
"Don't even think of telling him anything Zero!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Here goes nothing…"
"Now that's what I call teamwork guys!"
"Way to gooo!"
"Gundam Force rules!"
"Hahaha- kzzrt Hahaha- kzzrt Hahaha- kzzrt"
The holographic projection of a young boy laughing rewound itself and played and rewound itself and played again and again. In the video his bangs bobbed with every bounce of his head, and his gleeful shouting filled the quiet room.
There was the sound of metal scuffing across metal as a lone figure in the darkened control center shifted, lifting a large clawed hand and waving it.
The boy in the video froze, caught halfway in his next joyful outburst. Green eyes squinted, half close by dimpled and rosy cheeks; nose crinkled and reddened with an oncoming snort; pearly whites peeking out just below a set of plush lips, and a pink, wet tongue that curled just behind them.
It was almost enough to make his souldrive burn with envy at whoever offscreen was on the receiving end of such a look. Perhaps this would be the one?
No.
While it certainly managed to display all of his childish nature, it was… Still lacking. Flat, despite the clear emotions displayed on his face. He was more than smiles after all.
The footage began moving again; rapidly speeding through more clips, each and every one staring the same boy.
No, no, no.
They were all so perfect. From pale fear to seething anger, and every emotion in between; each video looking more enticing than the last. But still! They were all so plain! Not a single one did the little thorn in his circuitry justice!
Wait!
The giant of a mech's dimmed eye flashed, the bright pink illuminating the jagged edges of his armor.
On the feed the boy glared at the camera, his brows pulled tight and his teeth clenched. His complexion was a myriad of colors; displaying his fear, determination, anger, and a sense of childlike foolishness that everything would turn out okay. And that golden glint at the base of his neck... Ah. This was when that pitiful excuse of a mech, Tallgeese wasn't it, had held the boy at Death's door. But perhaps even in his pathetic failures the self-proposed "knight" didn't turn out to be entirely useless.
After all, he had given him the perfect image for his new trophy. Well… Nearly perfect. Soon he would free the boy of his prison of human flesh and be bestowed with the beauty of pure, hardened stone…
The mech's sharp, singular eye turned to pin down a small and shivering little yellow object on the command console. "Ready the Zakorello Gate!" he snapped, standing up to his full glorious 8-foot height, "I've finally made my decision."