7.1
Kira Awoke shortly after rescuing Flay after the destruction of his home colony of Heliopolis. He was inside the hangar bay and was staring confusedly like every other member of the crew. A just as confused pair of violet eyes stared back, along with another pair and another pair...and another pair...all told, there was thirty-eight pairs of violet eyes staring back at him. As one, they all facepalmed and expressed his opinion on the matter.
"Damn it! A loop while affected by the Mikasa glitch!" Among the other Awake Loopers in the hangar bay at the time, Flay Allster, Mu La Flaga and Natarle Badgiruel, they looked at each other and thought about how interesting the loop was going to be and how short the war would be. Unfortunately, they didn't have any time to settle things regarding living space and such as the alert started blaring. Seemed they were discovered among the debris much earlier than usual.
"All hands, level one battle stations!" As one, all the Kiras looked at each other and nodded. Since there wasn't Mobile Suits on board, they decided to supply their own.
"I call dibs on the IWSP!" One suddenly shouted as he ran towards the launch catapult. Materializing a Strike Gundam with said Striker Pack on said launcher, that Kira made a zero g leap to the cockpit.
"No fair!" Declared another as he raced to the other catapult. This one chose a DOM Trooper with an EZ Wizard pack to pilot.
"Well, this will be a short battle at least," stated another as he made an Impulse Gundam with a Chaos Silhouette appear after the first one launched.
As each one launched, to the confusion of the person directing the launches, they all picked a Mobile Suit that could use either a Striker Pack, a Silhouette Pack or a Wizard Pack. Well, that was one way to differentiate them until they came back. Again, the three other Loopers in the hanger looked at each other and sighed. Natarle looked the most upset by the glitch.
"We don't have nearly enough pilot rooms for this."
7.2
It was once again time for the Second Bloody Valentine War. However, this time, Lacus wasn't just going to let it build as others wished. She decided to call upon the wise words of an ancient comedian. With Kira hacking into all the communications systems, she started a broadcast.
"Please listen to me, People of the Earth Sphere. I am Lacus Clyne. After the last war, I had just wanted to settle somewhere quiet and live without the politics that had killed my father and nearly brought about the genocide of humanity. It seems that I was in error to assume that I was no longer needed. Therefore, I now make this declaration."
Across the world and in Earth's Orbit, billions of people had stopped to listen. Frantically, the warmongers who saw the coming bloodshed to be a grand opportunity sought to stop the songstress turned political leader and her voice. However, despite their best efforts, they could not break the control her boyfriend had gained over the communication networks.
"The words I want to say at this time aren't mine. They are the sincere words of Charlie Chaplin, who spoke them during World War II, one of Humanity's darkest times. I believe, with all my heart, that these words still have meaning for everyone. But they have been mostly forgotten and the actions they called out against are repeating. Please, for those of you who truly desire peace, keep these words in your heart.
'We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men's souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say "Do not despair." The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.'"
All who were willing to listen to the desperate pleas of Lacus Clyne stood in awe of the impact those ancient words had. As she had been speaking, tears started pouring from her eyes. The sincerity of her heart was being bared before the whole world.
"Please, People of the Earth Sphere, do not let your hearts fall to hatred; do not let them be consumed by the greed of a few men who desire that this war spread. These despicable few don't care about the lives they ruin, the deaths they cause. All they care about is their own selfishness! They seek to reignite the smoldering spark of war with their thoughtless hatred and desires to control the masses! They desire that others kill for their own jealousy or because not enough people believe like they do.
So please, don't let them succeed! Unite your hearts together and show those selfish and hate filled men that they cannot subjugate you! That humanity, both Naturals and Coordinators, is above their petty schemes and destructive plans. We are not perfect and such imperfection is why these men come to be and how they manipulate others around them! However, we can choose to bring their machinations to naught! Allow the good of our hearts to unite us and stop this war before its flames turn into an inferno that can't be stopped!"
Across the world and in Earth's orbit, billions of voices rose up in unified agreement. Civilians and Soldiers, Naturals and Coordinators alike all poured their hearts out for peace. The shadows that sought to turn the war for their own benefit could only gape in shock and fear as their plans were being struck down before they even got off the ground. Blue Cosmos trembled under the world shaking flood of united humanity.
Gilbert Durandal sat in his room, contemplating a magnificent glass chess set with anger his only expression. Several minutes of sitting there after the broadcast, the anger faded and bitter laughter replaced it. He knew he had been outplayed and in acknowledgement of his defeat, he tipped over the Black King piece.
"Lacus Clyne... to think, I had underestimated your power by so much. Truly, you know the hearts of the people. Without the war to make them weary, my Destiny Plan will never be accepted by the world. But, perhaps, it was never needed to begin with."
He stood up and strode out of the room. As he passed through the door, he briefly wondered if Talia Gladys was willing to accept his apology for taking so long to realize.
7.3 (Seeker213)
Flay and Natarle were standing over Azrael's headless body; which was holding, strangely enough, a cupcake with a bite taken out of it in the right hand.
"Huh. Never thought I'd see Azrael's head explode like that. Nice work Flay!" Natarle complimented, while Flay was smiling with pride. Then Natarle asked after a few moments, "but where did you get the exploding cupcake anyway?"
"Got it from Peter when I looped into Family Guy one time," Flay answered casually.
"Wait, I thought Family Guy wasn't looping." Natarle stated, confusion evident in her voice.
"True, but I don't think that stops people from looping there occasionally. It just means that place is not online," Flay replied with a shrug "But right now, let's focus on disposing the body, okay?"
"Okay! To the garbage disposal it goes, but first one thing," Natarle stated.
"Sure, what is it?" Flay questioned
"Dibs on holding the legs as we carry it!" Natarle smirked.
"Damn it!"
7.4
Ever since the time she was first killed because the only person with a gun in the room was a horrible, psychopathic manchild of a human being, Natarle Badgiruel has always made sure her Subspace Pocket had firearms of her own to use for any such situation. Now, as a military ship, the Archangel had an arsenal for when it was needed and the second in command of said ship liked to visit there to make sure it was properly supplied and functional every loop she could. It was unlikely for people to actually use said guns, since they were only to be used by the security teams and during a very rare boarding party emergency. After all, you're more likely to be shot down than be boarded during a battle.
Her first surprise came in the form of the guns she found in the arsenal. Specifically, they looked like normal guns she was familiar with, but had glowing parts added onto the slide to make it look futuristic. Oddly, her loop memories only gave her information in the form of her being told that some experimental firearms were included in the Archangel's arsenal. Aesthetically, they didn't seem too bad, though the "barrel" was stretched down into the frame. Was this supposed to be some kind of beam gun? That couldn't be right, since the current level of technology was baseline so even the smallest beam weapon was made for Mobile Suits.
Natarle then shrugged before tucking it into her uniform. There wasn't many places she could safely set up a shooting range on the Archangel, but she was now itching to see if this weapon worked. Since they had apparently already descended to Earth's surface, she decided to set up out on the deck. Her target was a simple paper outline with bull's eyes in the middle of the chest and head. She stood several paces away, took a deep breath, lined up her shot and then pulled the trigger. A beam of light lanced out of the barrel and struck the target, but didn't do anything to it.
The Ensign blinked rapidly in confusion, lowering her gun at the same time. Er, wasn't it supposed to shoot through the target like any normal gun? She checked the gun over, seeing if it was on some kind of low power setting. Seeing that there was no indication of it being at anything other than intended strength, Natarle frowned. As a test, she took aim once more and pulled off three more shots. Just like before, they did no visible damage. Gritting her teeth, she turned and ran back to the arsenal to see what was up.
She had gotten odd looks and surprised shouts as she rushed down the hallways of the Archangel, making a beeline for her destination. Upon reaching the weapon storage room, she dropped the gun she had in hand and picked up the nearest other one. Natarle just pointed it at an empty part of the closest wall and pulled the trigger. When the beam failed to even scoff the paint, she threw that gun away and grabbed another. Each and every single weapon she used, from the pistols all the way up to the heavy ordnance stuff, fired a beam of light that did nothing. At this point, she was very frustrated with the seemingly useless weapons her superiors had decided to give the Archangel for the maiden voyage.
In her seething mood, when the door opened behind her to allow a young man with brown hair and violet eyes inside to check on her, she immediately spun around and pulled the trigger of the firearm she had in her grasp. The young man could only stare with wide eyes as the beam lanced out and struck him. Natarle's rage immediate subsided as she realized just who she shot at. Kira Yamato became engulfed in a strange orb of prismatic light for a couple seconds before it faded.
When he was revealed again, the pair could only stare slack-jawed at the result. His usual clothes had been replaced by a white disco suit, with platform shoes to match. Natarle also saw that his hair was now blown up into an afro. To complete the ensemble, he was wearing a pair of hippie shades. The second in command of the Archangel choked out some disbelieving noises before she lifted the gun up to examine it again. She only now spotted the name of the weapon on its frame...
"D...D...D...DISCO GUN?!"
7.5 - Gundam SEED/GaoGaiGar
"FUUUUSION!" Kira roared as a giant robotic lion opened its mouth behind him and he flipped into it. It closed after him and began to change. The lion robot took a vertical stance, the hind legs straightening out like a human's and the front legs became arms with the claws folding back to reveal hands. Finally, the lion's head slid down over the chest and revealed a more human head. Taking a pose, the super robot declared its name in Kira's voice, "GaiGar!"
Kira had taken the place of one Guy Shishioh, a former astronaut who had become a cyborg to save his life after a horrific accident happened to his shuttle and the only reason he lived long enough to be converted was due to the giant mecha lion he had just joined with, Galeon. As a member of GGG, the Gutsy Geoid Guard, Kira Shishioh was responsible for defeating the Zonderians who were converting humans into their mechanical army with Zonder Metals. His current opponent was the Zonder EI-13, a mecha made from a part-time employee of the Waterpolis aquatic amusement park who worked in one of the mascot suits...and thus its main form looked like a giant mecha version of said suit.
The amusement park had evacuated shortly after the Giant Robot started rampaging while casualties were kept to a minimum during that time by Volfogg, a GGG mecha that looked like a stereotypical ninja and could take the form of a police car. However, since GaiGar wasn't usually enough to defeat the Zonder Robo that Zonderians turned people into, he had to go to the next form. As GaiGar didn't have a traditional cockpit, Kira sent a mental signal to the GGG HQ for Final Fusion.
"Commander Taiga, Kira's signalling for Final Fusion!" Flay Allster declared as a panel on her console started flashing 'Danger'. The redheaded girlfriend of the current cyborg Anchor and Koutarou Taiga were the only two members of GGG that were Awake this loop. Flay was replacing Mikoto Utsugi, who was Guy Shishioh's girlfriend. Anyway, the muscular blonde man who lead GGG didn't hesitate before he decided.
"Alright...FINAL FUSION, APPROVED!" He energetically pointed at Flay as he shouted this decision.
"Roger! Final Fusion..." Flay acknowledged before rapidly typing in the codes to activate and ready the Gaomachines, three support mecha in the forms of a stealth plane, bullet train and drilling tank that combine with GaiGar to give him greater power. Once all the codes had been entered, the automated connection programming awaited activation by the press of the button panel flashing 'Danger'. Just like Mikoto, Flay pressed it in as dramatic a fashion as possible...she lifted her right fist and slammed it with all her strength. "Program...DRIVE!"
Kira received the return signal that indicated that Final Fusion was approved and he can begin at any time.
"ALRIGHT! FINAL FUSION!" GaiGar started spinning in midair, expelling particles that formed a tornado of energy around him that repelled any attempts by the enemy to interrupt the combination process. After a long and complicated sequence, Kira stood before the enemy as the King of Braves, "GAO! GAI! GAR!"
7.6
Kira knew something was off when he Woke up, but he didn't have any idea of how strange it'd get. He was performing maintenance on this loop's Strike, setting up to turn it into the Perfect Strike. The main problem he always had with making it from the starting baseline Striker Packs was the fact that the batteries he had access to weren't powerful enough to make the energy last in battle. The version he was most familiar with used four of ORB's latest model of battery. Sure, he could take some from his Subspace Pocket, but he didn't want to make everyone suspicious.
As he was working, the Archangel suddenly shook from an explosion against the hull. Abandoning the maintenance, Kira rushed to the cockpit and turned it on so he could use the communications on it. And here's where it got weird. His voice was the same, but what he said wasn't what he thought he was going to say.
"What happen?"
"Somebody set us up the bomb." The currently unawake Miriallia stated with a worried expression.
"We get signal." The communications officer called back to the captain.
"What?! Main screen turn on." Murrue Ramius ordered with a furious expression. The face that appeared on the screen had blonde hair and wore a white mask.
"It's you!" Mu La Flaga shouted from his position next to the captain's chair.
"How are you gentlemen," The face of Rau Le Creuset spoke casually. "All your base are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction."
"What you say?!" Murrue Ramius asked with a horrified expression that was matched by everyone else on the bridge.
"You have no chance to survive." Rau allowed a smug grin to appear on his face. "Make your time. Hahahaha."
"Captain!" Kira called out through his com.
"Take off every Gundam! You know what you doing!" Murrue declared without the slightest idea of how horrible her grammar was. "Move Gundam! For Great Justice!"
Well, he had his orders...he just really hoped this was a single incident of butchered language.
