Here I go.
Starting in Episode 43.
Let's wreck even more shit.
Deployment 2: The Origin of Space-Time
The Gjlallarhorn's Earth Headquarters, a symbol of power, authority, and unquestioned order. Surrounded by a cast blue ocean over a clear blue sky and the ever-so present sun shining upon it
... Which the several wrecked Grazes outside completely ruin that image.
Worse, the inside was arguably worse off.
In the depths of the Gjallarhorn HQ, the Gundam Barabatos Lupus Rex was currently holding off a rapier-wielding Gundam Vidar.
The Vidar, thanks to its recently-installed Alaya-Vijnana "Type E", the Vidar was slowly gaining the upper hand against the White Devil of Tekkadan at an alarming pace.
Granted, the pilot of the Barbatos, Mikazuki, was speicifically order to escort his new client, McGillis Fareed, to the so-called "legendary" Gundam Bael, and the fact that his current surroundings being way too cramped for the Barbatos to fight properly.
But regardless, it did work out for the most part, but that really didn't change the fact that Mikazuki was having the worst time of his life.
And what did it all end up after this menagerie?
A failed campaign speech, a financial backer of Tekkadan has now cut and run, and worst of all, McGillis's "Revolutionary Fleet" and the Tekkadan's own combined, the Arianhrod Fleet still outnumbers them five-to-one.
Simply put, Orga now regrets not throwing his so-called "client" (McGillis, for those of you how know not) out of the fucking airlock at the first chance given.
"Orga?" Behind the boss, Mikazuki floated behind him.
"What is it?" Orga asked.
"Turns out that what that Gundam said a few days ago was true." The boy stated. "But even then, we're still outnumbered."
It was true. Even if they did managed to recover several Hyakurens, a handful of Man Rodis, and even two Hugos, they were still outnumbered, not to mention, not enough experienced pilots to pilot said Mobile Suits. And no, the rescued Human Debris were still too shaken to fight after their previous encounter, so filling in their ranks with them is a no-go.
As of now, the Mobile Suits are only useful as spare parts.
And that's not even considering the recently-commandeered Raikou (formally Jasley's flagship Predator). As much as another ship is appreciated in this current situation, Tekkadan's still undermanned to run three fleets.
As such, they had to leave it behind back on Mars.
"Whatever." Orga replied. "Four-to-one is better than five-to-one."
"So Orga?" Mikazuki asked. "What do we do now?"
Orga turns his back with his Tekkadan jacket flowing behind him and his maroon suit.
"We fight."
On the Gjiallarhorn's side, however, they were rather confused over their state of affairs.
Event he normally-unflappable Rustal Elion was taken aback by this confusion.
Slightly.
"What do you mean that idiot Iok hasn't returned!?" The commander gritted out. "I specifically told that brat to return in 1500 hours, and for the past 72 hours, he doesn't even show."
"Should we halt the operation until Lord Iok returns, Lord Rustal?" One of the officers asked.
"Negative. Proceed with the plan without him." Rustal ordered.
"Yes sir." The officer then leaves the main bridge.
All ships from both sides then begin their advance.
Guns and Mobile Suits alike begin to pour out from both sides and towards each other.
"Contact!"
The guns from both sides begin to fire.
Mobile Suits, Gundams, ships, and even Mobile Workers alike begin to fire upon each other.
The battle rages on into a gradual stalemate.
Until one side decides to trigger a table-turning plan.
"Relay all forces to retreat." Rustal stated. "Proceed as planned, understood?"
"Anything for the glory of Gjiallarhorn, Lord Rustal." A voice is spoken through the comms.
A sound of a gun's hammer being pulled back was heard.
"It was an honor, serving you, Lord Rustal." The voice spoke out through the comms.
"Farewell." The commander then salutes his mole/suicide bomber.
On Tekkadan/Revolutionary Fleet's lines, a lone Graze then slugs out a Dainsleif railgun.
In the cockpit, the mole aims the railgun towards one of the Arianhrod ships.
"For Lord Rusta-"
Before the railgun can even fire, a stray Dainsleif bolt pierces through the Graze's chest.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Almost literally everyone on the battlefield yelled out.
"TRACE THE FIRING ARC!"
"JUST WHERE THE HELL DID IT COME FROM!?"
"WAS IT TEKKADAN!?"
"IT WAS GJIALLARHORN, WASN'T IT!?"
Rustal, even though a little shaken that his plan didn't go as completely expected, decides to move onto the next phase.
The paperworks will be dealt with later.
"Log that in as an enemy action!" Rustal ordered. "Tekkadan and the Revolutionary fleet has now used an illegal weapon! Send in the specialists! We're finishing this once and for all!"
Then several Grazes from the Arainhrod ships deploy with Dainsleifs.
"OH SHIT! DAINSLEIFS!"
"ALL FORCES, PULL BACK-"
Rustal the slouches back to his seat with a cold glare on his face.
"Fire-"
One of the ships next to Rustal's flagship is then hit by several Dainsleif bolts.
The adjacent Skipjack explodes into a gigantic purple haze.
"... What." Rustal droned out.
On the Isarabi, even Orga was watching with his jaw dropped all the way to the floor.
"... Am I seeing things?" Orga uttered out.
"We're not, and that scares me the most." One of the comms staff informs. "What do we do boss-"
Before he can finish, every single comms on all sides flare to life.
"... ahem, ahem, ahem..." The unknown voice coughed out behind the comms. "... Wait, we're live!?" Then a mishmash of sounds of clutter fill everyone's eardrums.
"Explain yourself." Rustal spoke towards the unknown source.
"Just a sec-"
"BASTARD!" Tekkadan's comms roar out. "JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
It turns out the three comms were mixing in together, allowing the Gjiallarhorn Lord to hear him and vice-versa.
"Kid, if you don't mind, I was the one talking to him-"
"LIKE HELL YOU ARE! I'VE GOT BEEF WITH HIM-"
"WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!?" The unknown voice roared out. "... Okay, good."
The voice then clears its throat.
"HELLO YOU PIECE OF SPACESHITS!" The voice announced bombastically. "MY NAME IS NOT IMPORTANT, BUT THE MESSAGE THAT I'M ABOUT TO DELIVER WILL BE OF GREATER IMPORTANCE!"
"Boss!" The comms staff cried out.
"What is it!?" Orga yelled out.
"We've got the signal's location!"
"Send it through!"
The source then traces back to a Skipjack-class.
The Gjiallarhorn comms officers also find the same information.
"... Isn't that Iok's ship?" Rustal blinked as he read the source's model.
The source in question was indeed a Skipjack-class, and definitely Iok's.
Only its designation number was completely altered.
KIRA-0002 Kisaragi
"State your business." Rustal spoke through the comms in his professional, but twice-as-colder than usual tone.
"Well, for starters..." The unknown voice stated. "As you all just witnessed, that was a hostile action! And yes! I'm also packing Dainsleifs! And yes! I plan to use them!"
The whole battlefield goes completely silent upon hearing such claim.
Normally, they would all laugh at such audacity, but considering that they just saw a Revolutionary's Graze lugging said illegal railgun, and the fact that several bolts pierced through one of the Arianhrod's Skipjack's broadsides, it was clear that whoever is announcing all of this wasn't joking.
Made even more blatantly horrific due to the fact that every single comms, both ships and and Mobile Suits alike, were being hacked by this phantom transmission.
"So here's my little announcement..." The comms then clear it's throats. "... But first, I shall show you my face. So that you all know who will be responsible for your deaths. For fun, of course."
Then all of the intercoms flare to life, revealing a figure in full tactical gear, ballistic jacket, black combat boots, padded trousers, and a helmet with tinted visors that completely obscured its facial features.
The background was completely clean, but not in a tidy way.
But rather it was like the whole ship's interiors were popped fresh out of production line.
As for the figure's voice, no one knows what to make of it.
No one can tell if this unknown figure was male or female. It's not the fact that its voice wasn't filtered, but rather, it sounded like somewhere between a tomboyish woman or a effeminate man.
Not that it helped alleviated their fears.
In fact, it exuberated it.
"Now, how does this line go...?" The figure then scratches it's helmet. "... Oh right."
"I want to play a game."
"Boss!"
"What is it!?" Orga shot up from his chair.
"Several Ahab waves detected!" The comms staff cried out. "... And you might want to take a look at this."
"Let me see!" Orga then floats toward the comms.
His eyes almost bursts out of their sockets upon seeing the designation numbers.
STH-17 Shiden Kai
At the Arianhrod flagship, the officers were at a frenzy trying to get visual of the source of these Ahab waves.
"Commander!" One of the comms officers cried out. "We've got visual!"
"Send it through!"
The intercoms then show several Shiden Kais with Dainsleifs mounted onto their backpacks.
As for the Shidens themselves, they didn't look that different from their STH-16 counterparts, but there were several features that differentiated from them.
For one, their paint jobs were primarily tactical black and ultramarine over the dull maroon and beige, their visors lacked the red camera lenses on the center in favor of solid black visors that looked like VR goggles, and their armor plates were sleeker-looking and overall, sharper.
"For those of you curious about the game, then listen up, because I ain't saying it twice." The voice spoke over the comms.
"Commander? Permission to send a detachment towards them?"
"Permission granted." Rustal stated. "Send in the Kimaris to spearhead the division." Rustal coolly ordered.
"Yes sir. Transmitting orders now."
Back in the Kimaris Vidar's cockpit, the recently-unmasked Gaelio's comms then receive the order to go after the rouge third faction.
"All of you! Follow me!"
The Gundam along with around seven Grazes then head towards where the Dainsleif wielders were at.
The black Shiden Kais spot them, dropping several grenades below their feet.
The pellets explode into a magenta haze.
"It's just smokescreen!" One of the Grazes then charge in. "Just fir-"
Out of the haze, an arm fires out, grabbing the Graze and dragging it into the haze.
Several gunshots were heard, and upon the ceasefire, the Graze comes back out riddled with 10 bullet holes.
The smoke clears, revealing Gundam Stolas and Gundam Belial.
"COMMANDER!" The other Graze pilot cried out. "TWO GUNDAM FRAMES DETECTED!"
"I'LL HANDLE THEM!" Gaelio ordered. "EVERYONE ELSE GO AFTER THE SHIDEN-"
Stolas then transforms into its fighter form, flying off into a blue blur, cutting the detachment off from the rear, and disposing the Grazes with ease.
The Kimaris's comms then buzz to life.
"Naughty naughty." The voice mocked. "You do know that it's rude to interrupt, right?"
Gaelio grits his teeth.
"Belial." The comms buzzed. "Don't kill the Kimaris. I happened to have a front-row seat reserved just for him."
"DON'T PLAY COY WITH ME, YOU BASTARD!" The Kimaris then charges toward the Stolas.
From below the Kimaris, Belial then shoots our both of its arms, grabbing the Gundam by its ankles as it slowly reels it in towards the hellion.
Kimaris then tries to pry the hands off of its ankles with its drill lance. The right hand goes free, but the left hand had already dug its fingers into its internal fuel lines.
The flames then begin to pump into the engines, causing the leg to explode.
The Kimaris loses its balance, along with one propulsion unit skirt.
Undeterred, the Gundam uses the mini-Dainsleifs in the Drill Lance, loads the KEP Bullets from its shields, and aims towards the hellion Gundam.
"EAT THIS!" The KEP Round then fires toward the Belial.
The bolt bounces off of its jet-black armor.
In retaliation, Belial fires out its arms and grabs onto its arms, digging its red claws into its internal wireworks.
Flames then fill the frameworks, causing both of them to overheat before exploding off of its hinges.
The knight-like Gundam is now left armless and missing one leg.
The Shidens then aim their Dainsleifs.
"Alright ladies." The comms buzzed out. "We're going to play a game of chicken."
The Dainsleifs then begin to warm up.
"Specifically, chicken shooting."
All the bolts fire.
"EVASIVE MANUVE-!"
The Commander-Type Graze is then skewered by the bolt, right before it explodes.
"COMMAND-!"
Both Graze, Man Rodi, Shiden, and whatever else alike, the Dainsleifs struck both sides like hot iron to an anvil without distinction.
"ALL UNITS, RETREAT!" Rustal barked out as the rouge Dainsleifs claimed their marks.
While most Mobile Suits were making the smart move, some of the more-honor-bound ones tried to intercept the Shiden Kais themselves, but they were all incapacitated by Belial's wire claws and talons, leaving them open for the Dainsleifs.
"GAELIO!" Behind the incapacitated Kimaris, came the Reginlaze Julia to the rescue.
"Julieta!?" The pilot spoke out. "What are doing here!?"
"Lord Rustal only stated that all units to retreat." Julieta stated. "He didn't say anything about leaving behind fellow men."
The hook hands grab onto whatever's left of the Gundam as it drags it out of the firing range.
One of the Shiden Kais takes notice and aims the Dainsleif towards the fleeing two Mobile Suits.
"LIKE I'D LET YOU!"
An armless Graze tackles the Shiden Kai, throwing off its aim.
"COMMANDER JULIETA!" The bloodied pilot yelled through his comms. "PLEASE RUN!"
"YOU IDIOT!" Julieta yelled out. "YOU'RE MAKING ME LOOKING LIKE THAT DUMBASS IOK! SAVE THAT SHIT FOR HIM! NOT ME!"
Before the pilot can say anything, the intercoms cut off right after his cockpit was seen being breached by a sharp weapon.
"JULIETA!" Gaelio yelled through his comms. "GUNDAM TYPE! SIX O'CLOCK!"
Behind the two, Gundam Stolas commandeers the Shiden's Dainsleif railgun, perches it over its shoulder, and aims the tip towards the two.
Normally, when a Mobile Suit fires a Dainsleif, it's usually outfitted with standard-issue shock absorbers to minimize the recoil of the blast.
While the Stolas was littered with shock absorbers inside of its cockpit, the same cannot be said for the rest of its internal frames.
Case in point, the bolt fires, but it sends the Gundam hurling back spinning, and while the bolt does it hit the Reginlaze Julia, all it does is rip off its arm.
"KEEP GOING!" Gaelio screamed through the comms while his Gundam was literally hanging by a thread of the Mobile Suit's grip.
After recovering balance, the Stolas then transforms into it fighter mode, resuming its pursuit to destroy the two fleeing Mobile Suits.
But between the predator and prey, several battered Grazes intercept the Gundam with whatever means they had left.
Low-ammo 120mm Rifles, broken Battle Axes, and their stubs of limbs. All were deployed to cover the two's escape.
"YOU IDIOTS!" Julieta yelled out. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU BASTARDS THINKING!?"
Before she could get her answer, the Belial restores its relevance by firing out one of its wire claw-arms into a Graze's cockpit, causing the whole Mobile Suit to explode into a magenta haze.
The other Grazes try to take on the hellion, but Stolas reverts back into its Mobile Suit form and immediately disposes the Grazes with its 90mm Uzis, tearing holes into their platings.
While the Grazes covered them of their escape, the Kimaris and the Reginlaze Julia make it back to their hangers.
The two pilots then take off their helmets upon entering the ships interiors, sighing in relief that they made it out safety.
"Don't get too relaxed yet." One of the officers stated next to them. "We're not of the foxhole just yet." He then punches a hole into a small pink carton of strawberry milk with a straw right before he drinks from it as he floats away.
"... Who was that guy?" Gaelio asked.
"Don't ask me." Julieta replied plainly. "Think he's new around here?"
The two stare at each other blankly for a few moments.
"Second Lieutenant Julieta Juris and First Lieutenant Gaelio Bauduin, please report to the main bridge immediately."
The two head off.
On the other side, Tekkadan's Isarabi were recovering their trashed Mobile Suits along with their dead.
"... How many, old man?" Orga asked Nadi shown in the intercoms.
"We lost 11 of our guys on our side, and apparently, the Revolutionary fleet lost four times as much." The engineer stated. "On the bright side, the Shidens from the outside just stopped firing."
"Check." Orga ordered the comms staff.
"Old man Nadi's right." One of the comms staff stated. "Their Ahab Waves are moving away from us."
It was true. The Shidens and the rouge Skipjack-class were moving away from the battlefield right after they finished with their game without a word.
"Just who the hell are these guys?"
On the Revolutionary Fleet's side, the Gjillarhorn insurgents were reeling from their rout.
"Commander." Entering through the main bridge's doors was Isurugi Camice, fresh off the medbay as shown by his head wrapped in a white bandage and his Valkirya-Frame Mobile Suit trashed from taking three Dainsleif bolts and somehow remaining functional, let alone, intact.
"Report." McGillis stated.
"During the ambush, we've lost over 32% of our overall forces and the enemy was reported to sortie two Gundam Frames during combat."
"I'm well aware, former Sargent Isurugi." McGillis replied. "Anything else?"
The bandaged man looks at the papers in his hand for further answers.
"... And apparently, the unknown enemy is heading to Mars, out of all places."
The former Gijillarhorn Lord raised his eyebrow. "Oh really now?"
He then smirks beneath his officer's notice.
"Things have gotten more interesting..."
Nobliss Gordon's Private Estate, Chyrse, Mars
On Mars, a car approaches the gates of Nobliss Gordon's estate.
A security guard approaches the car's driver seat window as the tinted glass rolls down.
"State your business-."
The guard was shot dead as evidenced by the smoking barrel of a silencer.
The mysterious figure in the car then pulls out his walkie-talkie as the other figure in full tactical-gear unlocks the estate gates.
"Move in."
The man in gear then swing the gates open, letting the car through and behind the fencing.
The two obscured figures get out of the car, open their trunks, revealing heavy assault rifles, compact ballistic shields, and anything that would turn anyone into a one-man army.
"HEY!" The bodyguards outside the estate doors then pull out their guns.
The bullets bounce off of the shields as the two gun down the men in black.
"Clear." The figure then kicks down the door and throws a smoke canister into the main hall.
A few screams and cries of panic were heard within the smoke.
The two then shoot at the silhouettes shown in the smoke.
"Clear." The two then begin to search room to room.
Anyone found alive was shot dead.
In the master bedroom, Nobliss Gordon was currently... "attending someone".
A knocking sound was heard, but the moans of the two "lovermakers" drowned out the knocking.
*RATATATATATAT*
... And the gunfire.
The two figures then kick down the door, with one pointing his rifle and the other backing his rear with its ballistic shield.
"OH GOD!" The figure then turns his head away from the naked fat man mounting a woman half his size.
While the woman was screaming, Nobliss himself was rather nonplussed about a man pointing a gun at him.
With a snarl, the figure shoots his pistol, meant to hit the fat man, but the figure was gagging behind its mask, causing the bullet shoot through the woman's head instead.
"I'M TAKING OVER!" The figure in the rear then pulls aside the other figure, shooting the man with its pistol.
A small pink feather sticks onto Nobliss's fat neck.
The pig-man slumps off of his king-sized bed.
"Ugh..." One figure groaned. "Do we have to carry him back to the car?"
"We have a convoy coming." The other figure then pulls out its walkie-talkie. "Command, permission to request a wheelbarrow or a dollie with the capacity to carry up to 750 pounds?"
Behind them, Nobliss Gordon wakes up screaming.
The figure then pulls out its pistol and shoots another tranquilizer to his ass cheek.
"... And also, elephant tranquilizer. Lots of it." The figure's filtered voice then goes silent.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: It's been a good while, has it?
Well, I guess that's what happens when someone juggles four active fanfictions at the same time.
The time of deviation draws closer...
So what do you guys think of this chapter?
Leave a comment or a review, for I'd like to know what my audience is thinking.
Specs for OC Mobile Suits (Shown in Debut Order)
STH-17 Shiden Kai: Behold the Shiden's version of the Reginlaze. This overhauled version of the Io Frame's cannon fodder has been reinvented for higher performance ratings. First, the whole internal Io Frame was modified for extra durability and articulation, raising its performance threshold on par with Gundam Frames. Second, it's head sensor is an upgraded version of the standard-issue Shiden Sensors. Its range is now doubled, it comes with thermal vision and its exclusive SPOT (Spectrum Positioning Observing Theoretic) System, a system that directly links the pilot's Alaya-Vijnana and the brain, which then allows the brain to calculate all possible positions and trajectories of all Mobile Suits and projectiles, allowing the user of the interface to know where to shoot next (basically an offspring between an aimbot and a clairvoyant). Finally, its fuel tanks were replaced with fuel cartridges, allowing faster refueling and longer fuel duration. With all of these features added to the already-jack-of-all-trades Shiden, the Shiden Kai promotes itself as a very reliable unit for any situation given in the thick of battle. Offense, defense, support, or escape, the Shiden Kai is the ultimate generalist in contrast to the anti-Mobile Suit combatant Reginlaze.
* Overall Mobile Suit is based off the MSA-003 Nemo from Zeta Gundam and the GAT-01 A2R Slaughter Dagger from Gundam SEED Stargazer C.E. 73.
* Named after Imperial Japanese Fighter, N1K4-J Shiden Kai, the "Last Fighter".