Chapter Seven: The Mobile Suit, Gundam

The seven of us walked out of the simulation room and into a closed off laboratory type area. It was sterile, made completely of stainless steel. We stopped and looked around. Their were seven mobile suits standing against the far wall. Their heads seemed lost in the darkness reaching for the ceiling. But we saw them and we knew these mobile suits would be our life or death.
Suddenly out of the darkness, a gnarled old hand grabbed my arm and pulled me towards it. "Greetings, I am Diz-oktor M."
He was an old gnarled white man with what seemed like a dead stuffed squirrel sewn on to the right shoulder of his lab coat. He kept taking fragments of doughnut out of one of his pockets and tried feeding it to the squirrel. I guess geniuses can be eccentric.
"Follow me please." I follow Diz-oktor M into the darkness until we came to one of the mobile suits. "Allow me to introduce you to Gundam SoulShriek."
I looked up to the top of the Gundam. It was sleek black and gray and stood proudly. In one hand it held a glaive , in the other an shield. I walked around the back and saw a beam cannon attached to the back. Very nice.
"This is Gundam SoulShriek. It has a thermal glaive, two vulcan cannons in each shoulder, one beam cannon and -" He paused to feed his dead squirrel a piece of doughnut which dribbled in a shower of crumbs out of it's gaping mouth and onto his lab coat. It looked like he had a bad case of dandruff. " -a secret weapon. A very high resonant shriek which only a gundam can withstand. It makes the pilots of the other mobile suits go unconscious, and their suits to implode. Very powerful."
"Thank you very much, Diz-oktor." I loved this suit already.
Fortune was standing by her engineer, a skinny light skinned old man with braces and a peg leg. She stood staring at the gundam and looked completely in love.
"Hey! It's called the Gundam Phoenixfire. It has a beam cannon, a shield, two vulcan cannons in the chest and this thing-" She point to what looked like a serrated whip on the ground by the gundam. "- is called a heat rod." The gundam was dark red and orange. It was beautiful.
Fortune climbed up into the cockpit and settled herself in. She reached to up to strap herself in, but the buckle wouldn't fit.
"Maybe I could help." A soft voice floated from our right side.
Quatre stood there. His platinum blonde hair, which was damp with sweat, hung over into his light blue-green eyes. His cheeks were flushed.
"Okay, I don't know how to strap this." Fortune was whispering, eyes alight with desire.
"No problem, you just-" He took his hand over hers, so softly and slowly. -" Bring it down to here." He brought the buckle down with his hand and took it in on one side of her waist , and then the other. Finally, he stood up straight, but rested both his hands on the armrests on either side. "There you go. You're as safe as you're gonna get."
"Thank you." Fortune's face was red and flushed. She looked as if she would have died.
"Your welcome." With a last glance backward, Quatre headed back off to his gundam.
"Did you see that! I think he likes-"
"I know Fortune, I know." I had my mind on other things.
"All Gundam pilots, listen to me."
All of us turned our head to the man below us.
"You all be will be flying in your first missions tomorrow night. I suggest you all get some rest, and we will see you all here at seven p.m."
This was it. Now it was time to show this war what the gundam pilots were made of.