Gs Chapter 2
Aww why you no review? Just because I can handle it doesn't mean it's rude or it doesn't hurt my feelings. Jokes jokes. But seriously people I just went over EVERY fix in this category and do you want to know what I found? Stagnation. I know I'm ranting but WTF writers? Has your creativity been ripped away from you or do you enjoy posting rehashes of the same idea and never changing 'Canon' pairings. And what makes you enjoy HIGHSCHOOL STORIES! God damn I get enough of high school fics and just want some explosions and creativity. I is get sad when views drop in half :(
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I gained in experience with every plane shot down, and now was able to fire in a calm, deliberate manner. Each attack was made in a precise manner. Distance and deflection were carefully judged before firing. This is not something that comes by accident; only by experience can a pilot overcome feelings of panic. A thousand missions could be flown and be of no use if the pilot has not exchanged fire with the enemy.
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Kira had just gotten the captured recon GINN into one of the hanger racks and was exiting the machine when two members of the Archangels medical crew burst into the bay and started to prepare their equipment. Oh no, someone on the boarding team is hurt. The thought entered his mind unbidden and he kicked against e GINNs chassis propelling him toward the team. Landing in a somewhat graceful manner started to fire off questions so quickly it came out as a jumbled mess. "Whathappened?Who'shurt?Howbadly?"
One of the medics just stared, trying to comprehend the noise that had just passed through his ears before shaking his head and speaking calmly while still setting things up. "Don't worry it's none of our guys, it's just one of the crew who was aboard the ship probably got shot during the fire fight. Just go grab some food and head to bed, you look exhausted."
"I will, but I want to wait for Mr. La Flaga to get back." Kira replied while floating, his momentum from the jump causing him to list lazily to the left.
"Suit yourself kid but I told you they're fine. Speak of the devil, here they come now. If you want to help we're pretty short handed, so grab that stretcher." He said while kicking off toward the recovery vehicle. Grabbing the hard plastic board he propelled himself after the medic and grabbed onto Recovery 1 when it neared. As he got close he noticed it's unusual bulk, a large grey rectangular box was loaded underneath and quite a few duffel bags were tied to the deck and behind it a mobile armour sized spacecraft was being towed. Onboard the marines in their blue flight suits started to pull a humanoid figure out of the pressurized cabin. Kira refrained from using the term human just because of the bodysuit it was wearing, hard black and white ceramic plates covered an orange body suit that looked almost like an extra set of muscles and the helmet threw him off the most, it was large and bulbous giving off a rather insect like feel. The last thing he noticed was a large red stain over the figures left side and a hole between a set of plates.
The other medic, a female with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and the fair complexion typical of spacers, started to bark orders. "Hey kid get over here! Alright place the stretcher next to him, good now you see the switch on your side? Hit it, it'll activate a small gravity generator. Great job now come over here and place both your hands against the wound, nice and tight." Kira tried to keep up with her rapid instructions and he thought he did pretty well, that was until they started to move, he quickly found out that trying to keep up with rushing medics while maintaining pressure on a wound was hard, and doing it while in zero gee was near impossible.
Kira tuned out what the medics where saying and put all his concentration into keeping steady, which was becoming increasingly difficult as blood continued coat his hands. He lost track of where they were going, just allowing the medics to guide him focusing entirely on the injured figure below him, a focus that was only broken when a hand started waving in front of his face.
"Hey, kid? You there?" the female medic asked.
Kira shook his head to clear it before replying "Huh? Oh ya, I'm alright."
She smile showing her perfect white teeth "Good you zoned out for a second, you can let go now we have to get him into surgery. You did good kid, probably saved his life." she quickly ducked into the med bay and sealed the door leaving Kira out in the hall way.
It took him a moment to realize he was alone and a few more to realize that his hands and forearms where covered in blood. Shaking his head he resolved to obtain a new flight suit. I really doubt these stains will come out.
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Pain...
That was the first sensation that returned to him.
It was a sharp pain, residing in the left side of his abdomen just below his rib cage. Nothing he couldn't handle.
But when he opened his eyes he wasn't prepared for what he saw.
Holy fucking shit! The light! It burns! I'm blind! I'm meeeeelting!
He threw his hands in front of his face, he was only partially successful. Pain erupted in his right hand as metal dug into his wrist, the pain distracting him just enough to make him forget to stop his other hand. Which proceeded to smack him in the face.
Abuse! Abuse I say!
Finally after shaking his head a few times his mind cleared enough for him to take in his surroundings. He was in a small room with two bunks to his right and maybe one above. The beds were standard militia quality which meant that an empire or fledgling corporation picked him up. He was also cuffed to the frame meaning he couldn't move much. And he was naked.
Great.
Then a small tidbit of information entered his mind and stopped all rational thought.
I'm alive...
I'm alive, I survived a warp bubble...
He couldn't help it, he started laughing. Not a small chuckle but full blown laughter, because for thousands of years warp bubbles were thought of as a death sentence and here he was, living proof that scientists were fucking retards.
Slowly his laugh died down and he accessed his NeoCom, the superimposed image appearing in his view. Opening a remote hacking software he tasked it with accessing the local network and gaining all the information that the simple AI registered as important. Setting it to run in the background he opened up a second program, a scanning software. It wasn't that powerful and only had a range of about five meters but of course, that was due to the lack of his suit and all of it's fancy gadgets.
Running a quick scan he picked up two biosigns on the other side of the door. They were human and unarmed but it still put him on guard. He settled into a position where he became hard to notice and waited.
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"But Miriallia, I told you the guy is unconscious he only got out of surgery an hour ago. There's nothing to see. Besides he needs his rest he was shot, let's just go back." Kira pleaded with his friend for the fourth time.
Miriallia, a fellow student from Kira's college, just flicked the air in his direction in a dismissive way "Exactly, this guy took down down two coordinators and was prepared to take on our boarding team before passing out. I want to see what he looks like while he's out."
"But-" Before the poor pilot got a chance to say anything Miriallia open the door and strode into the room before jumping back in surprise when she notice, after a few seconds, the fully conscience and naked man in front of her. She quickly looked down and ran out of the room.
"Okay you go first! Give him clothes."
With a smirk on his face he entered the room with a bag hanging from his shoulder. Unfazed by his nakedness Kira handed the bag to the man and said "Here we found these in the cockpit of the destroyed fighter, they're clothes."
Not reacting in any way the man just raised his right hand and rattled the chain, with a face that totally said, how should I do that dipshit?
"Right, I'll ask the captain about that but for now do you have a name we can call you by?"
The man tilted his head, green eyes continued to bore into Kira's own, the man then spoke his voice fluid and melodic "Call me Vincenzo."
"I'm Kira Yamato, you should rest you just got out of surgery. I'll go let the captain know your up." With that the brown haired youth walked out. Vincenzo let out a sigh and grabbed the bag he was given, inside were three sets of clothing, the dress uniform for his alliance, and two sets of civvies. Pulling out his pants he proceeded to struggle with them, trying to put them on single handedly. Suddenly he felt something tear in his abdomen, looking down he saw a ragged hole where fresh stitches had torn and he could feel his gunshot wound had reopened. As if to confirm it blood started to flow out of the wound and onto the sheets of the bed.
"Shit..." He growled and tumbled out of bed, crashing to the floor.
As if she was listening the door shot open and the girl from before entered "OH NO! What do I do? What do I do?" She collapse to her knees and tore off her pink jacket, leaving her in a tank top. She pressed it against the open wound.
"G-get my g-gear bag now." Vincenzo choked out between ragged breaths. Miriallia nodded before once again bolting out of the room leaving Vincenzo to try and keep pressure on the wound. He focused on keeping his breathing normal and heart rate low to slow down the blood loss. It was three minutes before Miriallia returned a blond man right on her heals with a large duffel bag over his shoulder.
When the blond man saw Vincenzo he stopped for a moment "Oh fuck..." before putting the duffel bag on the ground and un zipping it. The injured mercenary crawled his way to the bag and rummaged through it, pushing guns and ammo out of his way and pulling out a tube the size of his forearm. Slamming his hand down on the top a large needle shot out of the bottom, causing the brunette to gasp while the blond just looked on in interest as he kept pressure on the injury. Taking a deep breath to steady himself he pushed the blondes hands of and moved the now blood soaked jacket before stabbing the two inch long needle in his thigh. A pressurized hiss emitted from the device as the green meter on the side emptied. When it was completely out he collapsed into unconsciousness.
Miriallia was the first to jump into action as she grabbed the jacket and move to put reapply pressure before the injured man below her bled out, but the Lieutenant grabbed her arm stopping her. "Look." She prepared herself to look at the gaping hole in his chest, but what she saw made he jaw drop in awe.
The wound was closing itself.
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At the same time Captain Murrue Ramius was meeting the ships surgeon in her quarters. (This line wont format correctly fogives me.)
"Captain, here my report on our injured friend. I must say he is the most fascinating person I have ever treated." The doctor said while grinning.
She looked up from the medical report with a raised brow "How so Doctor?"
The doctors grin spread into a full blown smile "I had hoped you'd ask that. Well not only is he not a natural, he's not a coordinator either. He's completely different from either."
This caught her attention and she set the dossier down and focus completely on the doctor, folding here mandate in front of her mouth. "I'm listening."
If it was possible the doctors smile grew even larger. "Well, while he is augmented it not genetics. No the guy has... What's the right word... Cybernetics and chemicals in his body that boost everything, not just a few like coordinators are limited to, sight, hearing, muscle mass, bone density, perception, cognitive power even stamina. The kid has a neural implant on the back of his neck, it interfaces directly with his brain. It's truly amazing. And according to the DNA tests-"
"He's only 17." Murrue finished having reopened the dossier have way through the speech. "Hmm let me see." She powered up her console and opened the video feed of La Flagas helmet camera, she and the doctor watched the video as a red suit ZAFT pilot flew out of the doorway and get impaled and as the mercenary collapsed. "He obviously is skilled in combat to take down two coordinators. And look at the tech in this room I've seen nothing like it, and know of no country developing them. Where could he be from?"
"That's not my area of expertise but maybe it's an independent faction." The doctor suggested.
Tilting her head the doctor asked "You mean mercenary?" the doctor nodded. "Well thank you doctor, you have been most enlightening. Now-"
She was interrupted by the door sliding open, and a bloody Mu La Flaga standing in it. "Captain, Doctor, you have to come see this. You'll never believe it."
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"How? I mean... Just how? This is impossible!" the doctors voice was hushed, his mind absolutely blown. In front of him a man who had come out of surgery just over an hour ago was completely healed, yet unconscious for an unknown reason.
"I don't even believe it, and I saw it happen." La Flaga said after taking a sip from a mug of military Grade-C coffee, it tasted like shit and had an unsettling quality but it kept you awake.
"What happened though? Exactly." Murrue asked.
"I was preparing this cup of crap when one of the kids ran by lugging the duffel bag we got of the unknowns ship before we slagged it. Obviously I was suspicious so I grabbed it, when she explained what happened I raced over to where he was. When I saw him he was a bloody mess and I mean that literally, it looked like he was close to bleeding out. I put the bag in front of him and he rifled through it just tossing guns, knives and other gadgets out of the way until he found this." At this point La Flaga held up the empty tube, needle out and covered in dry blood.
"So then he stabbed himself, that much is obvious from the puncture wound on his leg. That still doesn't explain this miraculous healing ability." Murrue sighed while sitting down. she started to rub he temples to ward of a threatening headache when an idea hit her. "Are there anymore of those tubes in the bag?"
La Flaga knelt down and searched the bag before looking up and answering. "Two, but-" the trend of interruptions continued as the ship started to shake violently and Badgiruels' voice sounded across the ship wide announcement system.
"All hand to level-1 battle stations! Repeat, All hands to level-1 battle stations!"
Murrue shot up "Damn it. They're making one last run before we link up with the 8th fleet." La Flaga was already making his way out the door and to the hanger as she finished, gritting her teeth she sprinted to the bridge.
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(There a short time skip right now, this next part starts about half way into the battle.)
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The ship shaking made him wake up, more specifically the shaking caused him to fall out of the bed which then woke him up.
Ughh why is it every time I wake up the universe deems it fit to cause me pain.
Pushing himself off the floor he noticed he was in a different room, the same design but it wasn't covered in his blood and the lights were off. Looking around he saw the bag containing his clothes, deeming it wouldn't give the right impression if he walked around half naked he threw on a teeshirt and a vest that had his corporations logo on the right breast. Proceeding out of the room he managed to trip and land head first into the door.
God dammit, the nanites are really fucking with my perception.
Looking down he saw the object that tripped him, and a grin graced his face fore the offending object was nothing less than a duffle bag full of his recently acquired equipment. He quickly opened it up and took stock of what he had at his disposal.
Hmm there's no need to go armed for war, they did fix me up after all. But I'll be damned before I wander around an unknown ship unarmed!
He settled for a scrambler pistol holstered on his right thigh and a pair of nova knives, similar in design to his Kurki just more generic. Now to get to the bridge and find out who's ship I'm on.
He walked out and the halls were empty, a blessing for he could move quickly without being noticed, a fact he took full advantage of. He followed the convenient signs that gave directions to almost every major system for the ship. What idiots own this boat? First they leave me an possible hostile on their ship unsecured and in the same room as my gear then they give me and any possible borders directions that will take them right where they want to go.
As he came to the bridge door, which was unguarded by the way letting anyone enter if they wanted to, and pressed his ear against the thick metal letting his enhanced hearing pick up snippets of the conversations in the bridge.
"Calculate the Blitz's position form the shots angle." A stern female voice ordered before pausing and giving a fire order.
Hmm so we're in battle that's what the shaking was. He kept listening as more orders were given out when he decided to see if he could slip in. He entered just in time to see two ridiculously large beams of green energy lance through space in front of the bridge. Vincenzo watched as a large turret was lifted from the hull and fired it's own green salvo in return. Using his NeoCom he silently hacked his was into the ships sensor suites and reviewed the data when something caught his attention, upon closer review he figured out what it was.
The ships crew, for it was a crew not a capsuleer, hadn't noticed it and if they didn't soon they would die. He waited painfully as the seconds ticked by and nothing. He was left with no choice...
"ANGLE SHIP BOW 45 DEGREES DOWN! ROLL STARBOARD 23!" His shout caused a woman in a chair to jump and turn around while another female officer pulled a gun on him from below. But who ever the navigation officer was had been trained to follow order so much that he complied without hesitation. He was just in time as a black humanoid machine dropped cloak right in front of them and fired three white projectiles which glanced the side of the bridge before flying into space.
It went unnoticed by the two females as they faced Vincenzo down the tension was snapped when a call came from one of the other crew that the armour was overheating which caused the gun wielding woman to return to her station, but the on who he assumed was the captain didn't, instead she gave him an order. "Identify yourself!"
Years of mercenary service caused him to enter a 'lazy' stance of attention clasping his hands behind his back and standing tall, while tilting his head up ever so slightly. And Murrue would be a liar if she said he didn't cut a impressive figure. "Wing Commander Vincenzo Nicastri of the Zion TCD Corporation at your service Mam."
"Can you work a sensor station? You seemed to know what was going to happen pretty well and we could use all the help we can." she asked already going back to her seat as she had more urgent matters to deal with.
Replying in the affirmative he sat down at an empty console and found it remarkably familiar to the old scanner systems he had to deal with as a dropship pilot. Using his link between his implant and the sensor he was easily able to locate and send the location of the black machine to the gun crews. But even then the bastard managed to slip in and land a few shots against the hull. It was only stopped when a suit of similar design except sporting blue, red and white kneed the machine in the 'chin.' Once again a blue and orange suit, marked hostile by the computer, swooped in and tried to slash at the friendly machine only to be rejected as a large blade stabbed it in the mid section. Courtesy of their friend in red and blue. It was only then they started to withdraw.
Vincenzo sat back as the crew on the bridge celebrated. "The eighth fleet is here!" He hated to admit it but he missed this, working as a team, the comradery of it all, no matter how short. Flying with mundanes as a wing commander was a lonely job, they wouldn't talk to him, no immortals where to intimidating. Sure he could hand out with the capsuleers on station but even then he was second class. Letting himself revel in the moment he didn't notice the woman walk up behind him, what he did notice was the cold metal of a gun barrel press up against his neck. The tension in the room skyrocketed and the crew stopped what they where doing instantly.
"Stand up. Slowly. Arms above your head." the cold voice of the woman from earlier sounded behind him and he followed her instructions, not making any overt moves.
The brunette in the command chair started to rises and he tone was pleading "Ensign Badgiruel you don't want..."
"No Captain, this man is under direct conflict of military law. Not only that but he's obviously a mercenary! He could have been paid to capture this ship and the strike!" The woman now identified as Badgiruel rebuked.
Slowly turning around and straightening to his full height, an impressive 6'4", Vincenzo towered over the 5'8" woman. He tilted his head at the gun that was now pointed at his chest before speaking calmly. "You've made three mistakes, Number One: You disregarded your superiors orders, Number Two: You pointed a gun at me and number three you let me stand up." Before she could even process his word Natarle found herself lifted of the ground by her lapels and she started to struggle, that is until she felt something incredibly sharp against her throat.
"I wouldn't move if I were you." the smirk on Vincenzo's face was unsettling as it had no place on a man that had six guns pointed at him.
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A/N: IM BACK BITCHES, Giving you your periodical dose of actions based fanfiction! I know it's been awhile but I make no excuses or apologies as my life doesn't revolve around writing fanfiction, rather it revolves around my new slightly nympomatic girlfriend. As such I have been busy. Now I hope you have enjoyed this chapter as it was pretty fun to write. But now I hope you guys review cause it gets sad when few of you do.