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Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 3
The moon loomed ahead. Duo grimaced, I always thought it looked like a graveyard, he thought. Of to the side he could just see the spinning disk of the L2 colony. He started to have second thoughts about a place with so many memories but reminded himself he wouldn't be staying long. A low fuel light began blinking on the console. No surprise considering how much he'd used to break orbit.
His radio crackled to life, "Uh, incoming mobile suit, please verify schematics." The voice sounded very confused.
Duo gave a slight smile, "This is custom combat model 02-H. I have a docking clearance."
"Right, of course sir." there was the sound of excited conversation in the background. The mic clicked again and a new voice spoke.
"Mister Maxwell it is an honor to have you back here sir. I'm sure the colony citizens will be quite happy for your return."
Duo starred at the growing disk for a moment. "If you don't mind," he said, "I'd like to keep this private."
"Of course sir. We will arrange for a service hanger." The voice sounded a bit disappointed. Duo guessed he might have been planning a parade or something. Duo shoved that notion aside. Just some political lackey who wanted to latch onto a war hero.
Duo snapped out of his reverie and realized they were waiting for his response. "That will be fine thanks."
The original voice came back, all business now. "Very good sir, follow the beacons and enjoy your stay at L2 colony.
Duo grunted his thanks and switched Deathscythe Hell to auto pilot mode. The suit adjusted course and began to follow the radio beacons guiding it to a hanger. The suit came to a the correct coordinates and synchronized it's thrust with the rotation of the colony. Then it descended into the waiting hanger.
From an adjacent hanger a shuttle launched into space. A few people starred out the window at his suit but then the shuttle was past and Deathscythe Hell was almost through the portal. The imposing suit dropped to the deck with a low thump.
A couple of technicians ran up with a ladder but Duo simply vaulted from the cockpit. He landed without a sound and the technicians all looked a bit nervous. A deck manager swaggered up, all business. "Suppose you'll be wanting some fuel for that monster, hmm?"
"That's right. I won't be here long so keep her prepped for launch."
The manager wiped his hands on a greasy rag and nodded his understanding. Then he threw it at the nearest technician and shouted, "You 'eard him! Don't stand there like a bunch a Leo's, get movin!" Then he wandered away muttering about lousy good for nothing rookies.
Duo cracked a smile and headed for the off duty lounge. After grabbing some coffee he wandered back out and sat on a couple of crates, starring out into space. The shuttle he had watched launch earlier was still floating nearby. Waiting for clearance he guessed. A few small dots closed in from nearby. They formed up with the shuttle in escort position and the convoy started moving. Duo wondered about that. Pirate incidents must be escalating, he thought.
Then there was the unmistakable flash of an explosion. "What!?" Duo cried in surprise. A pirate attack this close to the colony? Whirling around he saw Deathscythe Hell crouched with a fuel line attached to its back. Duo sprinted over and clambered into the cockpit.
It's happening again! he thought, I won't let it happen again! As he began to close the hatch, the deck manager ran across the deck shouting, "Hey, What the hell are you doing?! You're only at half fuel. You won't make it back!" He was cut short as Duo activated his beamscythe. With a slash, he severed the thick fuel line. Fuel began pouring onto the deck while the manager screamed at his technicians, "Close the valve fools" close the valve!"
Duo paid them no heed and activated the thrust drives. The fuel caught the backwash and erupted into flames. The Manager and his crew sprinted for the nearest bunker, abandoning the fuel pump. The fire soon spread to the pump and the hanger was rocked by the explosion. Wreathed by fire, Deathscythe Hell rocketed towards the battle.
The shuttle was surrounded by a struggling ring of white Viragos. Fifty or so Toruses surrounded them. The Toruses were all colored a rust red. Duo was surprised to see none of them showed up on his scanners. Then he saw the suit. There was no mistaking it. It had been burned into his memory on that fateful day, one month before. It was unmistakably a Gundam. It to was colored the dark red. It had an almost skeletal appearance. It seemed to have very little armor. The only weapon Duo could see was a green beam sword.
His comm crackled, a cultured voice filled his cockpit. "Ah yes, the Gundam. We meet again. I warn you now. Do not trouble yourself in our affairs. You have a reputation for being quite troublesome, but in this scenario, you can't win."
Duo's mind raced. In his head he kept repeating to himself, I won't let it happen again. Snarling he activated his mic, "You bastard! I'll kill you for what you've done to me!"
The cultured voice replied, "Very well. Wraiths destroy that fool!"
The Toruses swooped in, cannons blazing. Duo swung his beamscythe in a great arc, decapitating one and cutting two others in half. Slashing upwards he took out four more. A blast took him in the side but his armor held. The Toruses fell back and tried to shoot him down from a distance but he weaved in and out of the hail of laser beams. The Deathscythe Hell was a blur, its beamscythe a spinning whirl of destruction. Toruses were destroyed left and right. And then...
The Wraith Gundam loomed up before him. He slashed with his beamscythe but the Wraith was no longer there. Incredibly fast and maneuverable, the Wraith was boosting upward. Duo kicked his thrusters into over drive and sped after the brown suit. Suddenly the Wraith doubled back and came up behind Deathscythe. Duo spun slashing inward with the beamscythe but the Wraith was all ready gone.
"You think this is a game?!" Duo screamed into his mic. Cold, Mocking laughter was his only reply.
And then before Duo could possibly react, the Wraith was before him. It slashed downward with its beam sword taking off one of Deathscythe's arms. The Beamscythe went spinning away into oblivion. Another slash separated the torso. In the cockpit Duo tried to make sure his space suit was airtight. The next slash hit the power pack dead center. Duo threw himself from the cockpit as the suit exploded. He cracked his head against the hard plastic faceplate of his helmet. Before he passed out, he saw the wraith descending on the helpless shuttle, Beam sword raised triumphantly for the kill. As he watched the shuttle explode and darkness overcame him he thought to himself, No! It's happening again!
Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 3
The moon loomed ahead. Duo grimaced, I always thought it looked like a graveyard, he thought. Of to the side he could just see the spinning disk of the L2 colony. He started to have second thoughts about a place with so many memories but reminded himself he wouldn't be staying long. A low fuel light began blinking on the console. No surprise considering how much he'd used to break orbit.
His radio crackled to life, "Uh, incoming mobile suit, please verify schematics." The voice sounded very confused.
Duo gave a slight smile, "This is custom combat model 02-H. I have a docking clearance."
"Right, of course sir." there was the sound of excited conversation in the background. The mic clicked again and a new voice spoke.
"Mister Maxwell it is an honor to have you back here sir. I'm sure the colony citizens will be quite happy for your return."
Duo starred at the growing disk for a moment. "If you don't mind," he said, "I'd like to keep this private."
"Of course sir. We will arrange for a service hanger." The voice sounded a bit disappointed. Duo guessed he might have been planning a parade or something. Duo shoved that notion aside. Just some political lackey who wanted to latch onto a war hero.
Duo snapped out of his reverie and realized they were waiting for his response. "That will be fine thanks."
The original voice came back, all business now. "Very good sir, follow the beacons and enjoy your stay at L2 colony.
Duo grunted his thanks and switched Deathscythe Hell to auto pilot mode. The suit adjusted course and began to follow the radio beacons guiding it to a hanger. The suit came to a the correct coordinates and synchronized it's thrust with the rotation of the colony. Then it descended into the waiting hanger.
From an adjacent hanger a shuttle launched into space. A few people starred out the window at his suit but then the shuttle was past and Deathscythe Hell was almost through the portal. The imposing suit dropped to the deck with a low thump.
A couple of technicians ran up with a ladder but Duo simply vaulted from the cockpit. He landed without a sound and the technicians all looked a bit nervous. A deck manager swaggered up, all business. "Suppose you'll be wanting some fuel for that monster, hmm?"
"That's right. I won't be here long so keep her prepped for launch."
The manager wiped his hands on a greasy rag and nodded his understanding. Then he threw it at the nearest technician and shouted, "You 'eard him! Don't stand there like a bunch a Leo's, get movin!" Then he wandered away muttering about lousy good for nothing rookies.
Duo cracked a smile and headed for the off duty lounge. After grabbing some coffee he wandered back out and sat on a couple of crates, starring out into space. The shuttle he had watched launch earlier was still floating nearby. Waiting for clearance he guessed. A few small dots closed in from nearby. They formed up with the shuttle in escort position and the convoy started moving. Duo wondered about that. Pirate incidents must be escalating, he thought.
Then there was the unmistakable flash of an explosion. "What!?" Duo cried in surprise. A pirate attack this close to the colony? Whirling around he saw Deathscythe Hell crouched with a fuel line attached to its back. Duo sprinted over and clambered into the cockpit.
It's happening again! he thought, I won't let it happen again! As he began to close the hatch, the deck manager ran across the deck shouting, "Hey, What the hell are you doing?! You're only at half fuel. You won't make it back!" He was cut short as Duo activated his beamscythe. With a slash, he severed the thick fuel line. Fuel began pouring onto the deck while the manager screamed at his technicians, "Close the valve fools" close the valve!"
Duo paid them no heed and activated the thrust drives. The fuel caught the backwash and erupted into flames. The Manager and his crew sprinted for the nearest bunker, abandoning the fuel pump. The fire soon spread to the pump and the hanger was rocked by the explosion. Wreathed by fire, Deathscythe Hell rocketed towards the battle.
The shuttle was surrounded by a struggling ring of white Viragos. Fifty or so Toruses surrounded them. The Toruses were all colored a rust red. Duo was surprised to see none of them showed up on his scanners. Then he saw the suit. There was no mistaking it. It had been burned into his memory on that fateful day, one month before. It was unmistakably a Gundam. It to was colored the dark red. It had an almost skeletal appearance. It seemed to have very little armor. The only weapon Duo could see was a green beam sword.
His comm crackled, a cultured voice filled his cockpit. "Ah yes, the Gundam. We meet again. I warn you now. Do not trouble yourself in our affairs. You have a reputation for being quite troublesome, but in this scenario, you can't win."
Duo's mind raced. In his head he kept repeating to himself, I won't let it happen again. Snarling he activated his mic, "You bastard! I'll kill you for what you've done to me!"
The cultured voice replied, "Very well. Wraiths destroy that fool!"
The Toruses swooped in, cannons blazing. Duo swung his beamscythe in a great arc, decapitating one and cutting two others in half. Slashing upwards he took out four more. A blast took him in the side but his armor held. The Toruses fell back and tried to shoot him down from a distance but he weaved in and out of the hail of laser beams. The Deathscythe Hell was a blur, its beamscythe a spinning whirl of destruction. Toruses were destroyed left and right. And then...
The Wraith Gundam loomed up before him. He slashed with his beamscythe but the Wraith was no longer there. Incredibly fast and maneuverable, the Wraith was boosting upward. Duo kicked his thrusters into over drive and sped after the brown suit. Suddenly the Wraith doubled back and came up behind Deathscythe. Duo spun slashing inward with the beamscythe but the Wraith was all ready gone.
"You think this is a game?!" Duo screamed into his mic. Cold, Mocking laughter was his only reply.
And then before Duo could possibly react, the Wraith was before him. It slashed downward with its beam sword taking off one of Deathscythe's arms. The Beamscythe went spinning away into oblivion. Another slash separated the torso. In the cockpit Duo tried to make sure his space suit was airtight. The next slash hit the power pack dead center. Duo threw himself from the cockpit as the suit exploded. He cracked his head against the hard plastic faceplate of his helmet. Before he passed out, he saw the wraith descending on the helpless shuttle, Beam sword raised triumphantly for the kill. As he watched the shuttle explode and darkness overcame him he thought to himself, No! It's happening again!