Mobile Taskforce Gundam: Endless Destiny
Episode Eleven: Burning Sorrow
It hurt inside. The Earth Federation Anti-Terrorist Group known as Taskforce Omega had just successfully destroyed one of the three ships in the colony resistance group, the Freedom Fighters. No one had escaped from the ship. All those people died in a mere mili-second. It was a hard thing to concept, but Ryan had just witnessed it all flash before his eyes. Ryan sat inside his room watching the stars pass by. Millions and millions of stars...you could get lost in their beauty. His veridian green eye's were filled with tears, ready to burst out. Slowly one by one, the tears streamed down his face in separate rivulets.
"I could have saved them...I could have stopped it all." Ryan said almost in a whisper.
"You did the best you could," Destiny replied.
"No...it's all my fault." Ryan whimpered.
"Then we shall avenge their deaths..." Destiny tempted.
"No! That's it! Fighting leads to nothing! Hatred only brings more hatred!" Ryan yelled.
"Then the colonies will be suppressed forever. Your people will never be free."
Ryan remained silent. He didn't want to fight anymore. It was only a matter of time before the Federation found and destroyed their weak resistance anyways. Why should he even bother? He continued to stare blankly at the wondrous stars.
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In the sounds of the main hanger on the Titan, the Rx-98-02 Jove Gundam stood damaged and severed. Gabriel watched the mechanics fight and argue about which bolt goes there and if this or that should go there. One young mechanic, trying to do his job, seemed to be having trouble with something.
"Whatta doing?" The head mechanic yelled.
"You said it went here!" Another oily face mechanic yelled.
"No I didn't! Here give me that!"
The fighting continued as the young one continued his work diligently, not having a lot of success.
"Mind if I give it a try?" Gabriel asked the youngster floating towards him.
"Uh...sure," He said, handing him the wrench. The rest of the mechanics stopped their arguments, watching the mobile suit pilot help the young mechanic out. Slowly, one by one they smirked getting back to work in quite helping one another.
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"I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'll be returning to take back command of the taskforce," The raspy voice of the long absent Captain Jones made Ben crack his knuckles.
"Of course sir..." He lied. Ben hated him more then that annoying Gundam pilot. Ben had enjoyed being in command of the taskforce, and if it was up to him...he'd remain in command. Ben smirked slightly, having a plan that could ensure him to stay in command.
"My transport will be arriving shortly then we'll purse what's left of the colony rebels." Jones remarked.
"Of course," Ben said once again.
"I'll see you soon." Jones said, cutting the transmission.
Ben pulled his handgun from his hoster, loading only one bullet.
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"Over here!"
Laughter...
"What are you waiting for daddy!"
Laughter always made him smile.
"Oh alright, I'm coming!"
The two young children yelled for their father to come with them into the amusement park. It would appeal to any child, with it's large roller coasters, balloons, and large stuffed animals. The father held the hands of his young son and even younger daughter. A bright smile came across his face just seeing them happy.
Laughter was something he hadn't heard in a long time...
Not since...
"Sir, excuse me."
Slowly, the admiral of the rag-tag band of freedom fighters, opened both his eye lids looking up at the young messenger.
"Admiral Maxwell, we are now on course to Side 1 as we speak. We'll be arriving in approximately fifty-six hours."
"Thank you," The admiral replied, addressing the young messenger he could leave. He took in a deep breath with all his might and let it out quickly. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, trying to rid himself of the sleepiness he felt. He stood up with the utmost grace an admiral could show, straightening his white and blue uniform. He looked over on his desk, reaching for his white cap. He gently put it on his salt and peppered head, walking out of his personal headquarters.
Admiral Forrest Maxwell had a vision of a truly free colony life. This was the only way he knew how to achieve that freedom. In the eyes of the Earth Federation, the Freedom Fighters were considered terrorists. In the eyes of most colonies, they were heroes. He knew that one day their would be a bright future ahead...he knew it. Because...because he was doing it for them.
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"Eat." His words were so demanding. She only gave him silence in return.
"I brought you food, and I want you to eat it."
Her empty eyes stared at the food in front of her. She said nothing. There was a long sigh from Ben. He glared at her, tightening the grip of his fist. His eye's filled with rage looking at her.
"EAT IT!" He yelled with his thunderous voice, booming through-out the room. He jumped in fear, seeing the look on his face. He coiled his arm back, backhanding her to the floor. She yelped in pain, holding the spot on her cheek that he just hit.
"You don't want the food I bring you? Fine!" He yelled, picking up the tray of food and throwing it against the wall. He stormed out of the room, looking it from the outside. Sam promised herself revenge. She would get it.
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"...and in honor of the crew of the Independence, we shall re-name ourselves in to the fighting force known as...The Colony Freedom Force. We won't stand for the Federation's tight iron grip on the colonies any longer. They play it of as if they were our friends, our allies, our neighbors. The people of Earth may believe that lie, only because they can't see the real truth. They are being lied to as we speak. We must end this war and come to an agreement between the Earth Forces and the colonies so we can live in peace and harmony!" Admiral Maxwell continued on with his rally speech over the broadcast with the Odysseus, his crew on the main bridge, and through-out the rest of the ship.
It was hard for Ryan to focus on the admiral's speech. It was still a shock to him that the entire crew of the Independence had been killed. He stood straight up beside Gabriel and Christie as they looked upon the admiral.
"...we shall press on! We will not give in, and won't stop fighting until every last one of us has died!" He finished his speech with applause. "Please, please. Know my I ask you to remember our fallen comrades of the Independence in a moment of silence..."
Almost in unison every single crew member raised their right hand and began the saluting position. The silence on board both ships was amazing, it seemed almost everything ceased to exist. Yet inside, Ryan was yelling out in pain. He knew that never again would he see the brave souls of the Independence. He thought to himself,
I can't fight...it will only bring more death. What will death bring?
A tear fell down Ryan's cheek as Destiny echoed the word..."Satisfaction..."
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