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Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 10
In the year After Colony 198, a renegade group of pirates declared themselves the new installment of Oz. Using terrorism, they wiped out the senate of the Earth Sphere United Nation, effectively decapitating the government. Further pressure was put on the E.S.U.N. by direct attacks on the champions of peace, the Gundam pilots themselves.
A failed assassination attempt on Duo Maxwell resulted in the death of his fiancé, Hilde Shumaker. Thrown into a reeling depression, Duo eventually fled into space with his Gundam Deathscythe Hell (which his fellow pilots had believed destroyed at the end of the Marimia War.) There he encountered a mysterious Gundam of incredible power.
After loosing to this incredibly fast and agile mobile suit, Duo successfully infiltrated the Wraith organization and rose swiftly under the alias of Drake Walker. Catching the eye of General Cobalt, leader of the Wraiths, he was soon promoted to commander and given the command of his own squadron.
During his honeymoon with his new wife Releena, Heero Yui was shot by a mysterious assassin. Fortunately he survived the initial attack and is now in critical condition.
Now Oz, under the command of General Cobalt is preparing for Operation: Star Fall. The last details are being hurriedly completed on both sides as the final conflict for control of the Earth Sphere draws near.
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Duo watched her eyes for any hint of recognition, any sign that his identity had been pierced. He saw no indication on her face, merely a cold, imperious smile poised on her haughty lips.
Stepping forward he held his hand out and said in a low voice, "Commander Drake Walker."
Her smile deepened slightly as she shook his hand, "Dorothy Catilona, I'm ever so pleased to make your acquaintance."
Duo nodded slowly. General Cobalt clapped his hands together and said, "Good, very good. I'm sure Miss Catilona is tired after her flight. I will speak with you later Commander Walker."
"Just a moment," Dorothy interrupted, "I'd like a few moments to speak with Mr. Walker."
Cobalt smiled and nodded. "Very well. An aid will guide you to your room when you are finished." With that he spun on his heel and strode from the room.
Duo stood stiffly at attention as Dorothy slowly walked around him, evaluating him. "So familiar," She mused, "I know I've seen you somewhere."
Duo shrugged carefully and said, "I don't see how, I'm from a border colony along the interior of the asteroid belt."
"Your voice is also familiar. You remind me very much of a dead boy that I used to know." her eyes narrowed, "A young man who, along with his friends, had an annoying penchant for surviving when they should have died." A malevolent smile spread across her face, "I know who you are, Duo Maxwell."
Duo whipped his gun from his officer's belt. His finger tightened on the trigger but was stopped by her cold laughter. "By all means Mr. Maxwell, shoot me. Then explain to General Cobalt why you've just shot his favorite assassin." she cocked an eyebrow, "Not so sure of ourselves now are we?"
Duo lowered the gun a bit, "What do you want?"
"I want you to help me achieve my goal. The reinstatement of the Romafeler Foundation at the head of Oz. Don't speak yet," she cut him off as he opened his mouth to reply. "After General Cobalt retakes the Earth Sphere, I have been told that you will control the military." Duo nodded. "You will then put your affiliation with me and Romafeler. If you refuse, I'll simply reveal your identity and leave you to Oz's form of 'justice.'"
Duo considered for a moment and then nodded slowly.
"Very good." Dorothy said with a smile. Then turning swiftly she walked through the hatch.
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Little did Zechs know it, but his wife had been in a very similar hanger only a week before. Standing proudly in its hold was the Talgeese III, armor shining dully in the low light.
Sighing he flipped the switch on the wall beside him. One by one, rows of lights in the ceiling above snapped on, illuminating the hanger in a stark light.
Every detail of the magnificent suit was now plainly visible, from the coiled heat whip, to the legendary arm mounted cannon. All the fury of a star's heart was contained within the blast from that gun. Capable of annihilating an asteroid in one hit, it's only rival had been the cannon on the now destroyed Wing Zero.
Zechs leaned against a rail. He did not want to fight. But standing there, seeing the mighty weapon before him, a smoldering coal was slowly stoked within him. The warriors instinct began to course thickly through his veins. Slowly at first, but gathering speed and power.
Finally his inner demon came to full wakefulness. Letting out a shout, half scream, half war cry, he pumped his fist into the air. The Lightening Count was reborn!
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Preventer headquarters were a flurry of activity. Neither agents Noin nor Une could be accounted for. Agent Zechs had gone to retrieve his mobile suit. That left Agent Chang Wuffie in charge. And when Wuffie was in charge, things got done quickly, very quickly...
"Get a move on sergeant! Those Leos have to be at the launch pads by sixteen hundred! We're at war here!" Wuffie's voice bellowed forcefully across the hanger. The unlucky sergeant snapped a quick salute and sprinted towards the land transport module in his charge.
Wuffie did not even watch long enough to see the transport speed out of the hatch. He had already rounded on the tactical team and begun screaming anew. "What do you mean there's still no trace? He has to have transmitted from somewhere! We have no idea where he'll attack from! Virgo's could start dropping from the sky any second! Speaking of which, Where the hell is the ninth squadron?! They were due to launching post fifteen minutes ago."
None of there babbled protests reached his ears, as he was now storming from the room to go find out what the holdup was with an ammunition shipment. Sighing, the analysts bent over their work stations and continued their tasks.
As he strode swiftly down the corridor, Wuffie heard hurried footsteps coming quickly from behind him. Spinning around he came face to face with a panting trooper. Startled, the soldier ground to a halt and snapped a salute.
"Well?!" Wuffie demanded, "What is it?"
The soldier stammered, "We have three unaccounted squadrons of mobile suits!"
"What?!" Wuffie'e eyes practically bulged out of his head, "How do you lose three squadrons of mobile suits? How is it that you are not aware of the misplacement of thirty-six pieces of highly advanced technology? Where are the pilots?!"
"We... we... don't know sir! They're missing along with the suits!"
"What types of suits were they?"
"Virgos sir."
Wuffie swore savagely. Turning around he sprinted back towards the command center. Skidding through the doors he shouted, "Someone find Marquis, now!"
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Dawn peaked over the mountains and spread a rosy light into the wooded valley. Stretching its wings a lark called out a sweet note and swooped from its branch. Captain Daris Trager tracked its flight from his perch on a supply crate. One of the men in his group raised a hunting rifle. Casually Trager raised a head and shook his head. The gun lowered.
Camouflage nets stretched across the forest canopy concealing the hunched figures of twelve, now crimson Virgos. The paint was not quite dray and you could still see the outline of the Preventer crest.
Captain Trager raised his coffee mug to his lips and let the warm liquid wash away the last morning chill in his joints. A soldier wandered over slowly and threw a casual salute. Trager nodded and raised his mug in return.
"Sir the other two squads just checked in. We launch tomorrow at five hundred and make for rendezvous point."
"What rendezvous point have we been assigned?"
"Rendezvous point Treiz legacy."
Trager smiled again and raised his mug in salute. "We are honored. All goes as planned."
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Within the ruins of the lunar base, two messages were uploaded to the main antennae and beamed via an encrypted satellite relay to a receiving antennae located on a transport barge on the far side of the planet. The signal was swiftly decrypted by a routine program. When this had been finished the two messages flashed through a on ship relay to their separate destinations.
The first was routed to the bridge communication blister where it was given top priority and forwarded direct to all commanding officers. It read as follows:
MOBILE SUITE ORDER STATUS: COMPLETE
QUANTITY: 500
MODEL: VIRGO II, MOBILE DOLL
The second message was also given top priority and forwarded directly a personal receiver in the barracks section. It read as follows:
MOBILE SUITE STATUS: COMPLETE
QUANTITY: 1
MODEL: DEATHSCYTHE VENGEANCE
SPECIALIZED SCHEMATICS: GUNDANIUM
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And so all the players are in place. All is ready and everything has been prepared. Now the only thing left to do is wait. It is midnight in the Sanq Kingdom. The moon is full. The final battle is only five hours away.
Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 10
In the year After Colony 198, a renegade group of pirates declared themselves the new installment of Oz. Using terrorism, they wiped out the senate of the Earth Sphere United Nation, effectively decapitating the government. Further pressure was put on the E.S.U.N. by direct attacks on the champions of peace, the Gundam pilots themselves.
A failed assassination attempt on Duo Maxwell resulted in the death of his fiancé, Hilde Shumaker. Thrown into a reeling depression, Duo eventually fled into space with his Gundam Deathscythe Hell (which his fellow pilots had believed destroyed at the end of the Marimia War.) There he encountered a mysterious Gundam of incredible power.
After loosing to this incredibly fast and agile mobile suit, Duo successfully infiltrated the Wraith organization and rose swiftly under the alias of Drake Walker. Catching the eye of General Cobalt, leader of the Wraiths, he was soon promoted to commander and given the command of his own squadron.
During his honeymoon with his new wife Releena, Heero Yui was shot by a mysterious assassin. Fortunately he survived the initial attack and is now in critical condition.
Now Oz, under the command of General Cobalt is preparing for Operation: Star Fall. The last details are being hurriedly completed on both sides as the final conflict for control of the Earth Sphere draws near.
________________________________________________________________________
Duo watched her eyes for any hint of recognition, any sign that his identity had been pierced. He saw no indication on her face, merely a cold, imperious smile poised on her haughty lips.
Stepping forward he held his hand out and said in a low voice, "Commander Drake Walker."
Her smile deepened slightly as she shook his hand, "Dorothy Catilona, I'm ever so pleased to make your acquaintance."
Duo nodded slowly. General Cobalt clapped his hands together and said, "Good, very good. I'm sure Miss Catilona is tired after her flight. I will speak with you later Commander Walker."
"Just a moment," Dorothy interrupted, "I'd like a few moments to speak with Mr. Walker."
Cobalt smiled and nodded. "Very well. An aid will guide you to your room when you are finished." With that he spun on his heel and strode from the room.
Duo stood stiffly at attention as Dorothy slowly walked around him, evaluating him. "So familiar," She mused, "I know I've seen you somewhere."
Duo shrugged carefully and said, "I don't see how, I'm from a border colony along the interior of the asteroid belt."
"Your voice is also familiar. You remind me very much of a dead boy that I used to know." her eyes narrowed, "A young man who, along with his friends, had an annoying penchant for surviving when they should have died." A malevolent smile spread across her face, "I know who you are, Duo Maxwell."
Duo whipped his gun from his officer's belt. His finger tightened on the trigger but was stopped by her cold laughter. "By all means Mr. Maxwell, shoot me. Then explain to General Cobalt why you've just shot his favorite assassin." she cocked an eyebrow, "Not so sure of ourselves now are we?"
Duo lowered the gun a bit, "What do you want?"
"I want you to help me achieve my goal. The reinstatement of the Romafeler Foundation at the head of Oz. Don't speak yet," she cut him off as he opened his mouth to reply. "After General Cobalt retakes the Earth Sphere, I have been told that you will control the military." Duo nodded. "You will then put your affiliation with me and Romafeler. If you refuse, I'll simply reveal your identity and leave you to Oz's form of 'justice.'"
Duo considered for a moment and then nodded slowly.
"Very good." Dorothy said with a smile. Then turning swiftly she walked through the hatch.
________________________________________________________________________
Little did Zechs know it, but his wife had been in a very similar hanger only a week before. Standing proudly in its hold was the Talgeese III, armor shining dully in the low light.
Sighing he flipped the switch on the wall beside him. One by one, rows of lights in the ceiling above snapped on, illuminating the hanger in a stark light.
Every detail of the magnificent suit was now plainly visible, from the coiled heat whip, to the legendary arm mounted cannon. All the fury of a star's heart was contained within the blast from that gun. Capable of annihilating an asteroid in one hit, it's only rival had been the cannon on the now destroyed Wing Zero.
Zechs leaned against a rail. He did not want to fight. But standing there, seeing the mighty weapon before him, a smoldering coal was slowly stoked within him. The warriors instinct began to course thickly through his veins. Slowly at first, but gathering speed and power.
Finally his inner demon came to full wakefulness. Letting out a shout, half scream, half war cry, he pumped his fist into the air. The Lightening Count was reborn!
________________________________________________________________________
Preventer headquarters were a flurry of activity. Neither agents Noin nor Une could be accounted for. Agent Zechs had gone to retrieve his mobile suit. That left Agent Chang Wuffie in charge. And when Wuffie was in charge, things got done quickly, very quickly...
"Get a move on sergeant! Those Leos have to be at the launch pads by sixteen hundred! We're at war here!" Wuffie's voice bellowed forcefully across the hanger. The unlucky sergeant snapped a quick salute and sprinted towards the land transport module in his charge.
Wuffie did not even watch long enough to see the transport speed out of the hatch. He had already rounded on the tactical team and begun screaming anew. "What do you mean there's still no trace? He has to have transmitted from somewhere! We have no idea where he'll attack from! Virgo's could start dropping from the sky any second! Speaking of which, Where the hell is the ninth squadron?! They were due to launching post fifteen minutes ago."
None of there babbled protests reached his ears, as he was now storming from the room to go find out what the holdup was with an ammunition shipment. Sighing, the analysts bent over their work stations and continued their tasks.
As he strode swiftly down the corridor, Wuffie heard hurried footsteps coming quickly from behind him. Spinning around he came face to face with a panting trooper. Startled, the soldier ground to a halt and snapped a salute.
"Well?!" Wuffie demanded, "What is it?"
The soldier stammered, "We have three unaccounted squadrons of mobile suits!"
"What?!" Wuffie'e eyes practically bulged out of his head, "How do you lose three squadrons of mobile suits? How is it that you are not aware of the misplacement of thirty-six pieces of highly advanced technology? Where are the pilots?!"
"We... we... don't know sir! They're missing along with the suits!"
"What types of suits were they?"
"Virgos sir."
Wuffie swore savagely. Turning around he sprinted back towards the command center. Skidding through the doors he shouted, "Someone find Marquis, now!"
________________________________________________________________________
Dawn peaked over the mountains and spread a rosy light into the wooded valley. Stretching its wings a lark called out a sweet note and swooped from its branch. Captain Daris Trager tracked its flight from his perch on a supply crate. One of the men in his group raised a hunting rifle. Casually Trager raised a head and shook his head. The gun lowered.
Camouflage nets stretched across the forest canopy concealing the hunched figures of twelve, now crimson Virgos. The paint was not quite dray and you could still see the outline of the Preventer crest.
Captain Trager raised his coffee mug to his lips and let the warm liquid wash away the last morning chill in his joints. A soldier wandered over slowly and threw a casual salute. Trager nodded and raised his mug in return.
"Sir the other two squads just checked in. We launch tomorrow at five hundred and make for rendezvous point."
"What rendezvous point have we been assigned?"
"Rendezvous point Treiz legacy."
Trager smiled again and raised his mug in salute. "We are honored. All goes as planned."
________________________________________________________________________
Within the ruins of the lunar base, two messages were uploaded to the main antennae and beamed via an encrypted satellite relay to a receiving antennae located on a transport barge on the far side of the planet. The signal was swiftly decrypted by a routine program. When this had been finished the two messages flashed through a on ship relay to their separate destinations.
The first was routed to the bridge communication blister where it was given top priority and forwarded direct to all commanding officers. It read as follows:
MOBILE SUITE ORDER STATUS: COMPLETE
QUANTITY: 500
MODEL: VIRGO II, MOBILE DOLL
The second message was also given top priority and forwarded directly a personal receiver in the barracks section. It read as follows:
MOBILE SUITE STATUS: COMPLETE
QUANTITY: 1
MODEL: DEATHSCYTHE VENGEANCE
SPECIALIZED SCHEMATICS: GUNDANIUM
________________________________________________________________________
And so all the players are in place. All is ready and everything has been prepared. Now the only thing left to do is wait. It is midnight in the Sanq Kingdom. The moon is full. The final battle is only five hours away.