Victim of Emotions
Chapter 4
I had managed, after much trail and error, to find the autopilot. I was now heading towards one of the Earth's deserts. I assumed that very few people would live there, so I would be relatively safe to land there.
I spent my time looking through the transmissions that the ship intercepted. I managed to gather that 'Gundams' were extremely well designed mobile suits, but they weren't made by the Alliance or OZ but made in space. There only seemed to be five of them, however so far they had proved to be invincible to the opposing military.
But why is Duo fighting the military? I thought, but no answer came.
The ship suddenly started to shake slightly. I looked out the window, half expecting to see mobile suits attacking. But I only saw the Earth through a red tinge from the heat as the ship entered the atmosphere.
I hoped there wasn't anything I was supposed to do with the steering of the ship. I just hoped that going through the atmosphere at this speed was safe.
I turned back to the screen in front of me. I was picking up a transmission from a television station. It showed a Gundam attacking the military. Was it Duo? The Gundam was using its many different weapons to shoot any enemy mobile suit down before they could even harm it. Then, just as the first Gundam ran out of ammo, another Gundam started attacking. But this one had backup troops. I watched as the battle continued, until a siren from the cockpit started up.
I leapt into the pilot's seat, looking out at the Earth. It was close, too close. The yellow, sandy ground was rushing towards me at disturbing speed. I started pushing buttons with my one hand, as the other arm was still too painful to move, looking for something that would start the reverse thrust.
Nothing seemed to do anything. I did the only thing I could think of. I braced for the impact.
The ship shuddered violently as the front dug a trench across the ground. The array of sirens drowned out the groaning of the ship as it fought to push forward and the ground fought against it. Loose equipment was flung around the ship. Insecure furniture detached itself from the deck and threw itself across the room. I was hurled against the panel in front of me, hitting my head, causing me to black out.
Sorry this isn't very long. The next chapter should be better. Don't forget though that I wouldn't mind hearing your opinions on this (in other words, please, please, please review!).