giggle sounding throughout the large office as she enjoys herself. Three
men in uniforms pace into the room and scowl at the spinning chair and
it's occupant. The girl notices the men and stops the chair abruptly with
her tiny foot, at their scowls she slides off the chair and scampers to
another folding one on the office's far right wall.
"What we're you doing Brandylyn?" A younger uniform wearer asked tiredly.
The small girl sighs and rolls her eyes, "I was bored."
The older and tallest of the men walks over to the pouting girl and
places a hand on the top of her head, ruffling her waist long sandy
blonde hair. "Why don't you go explore sugar."
Her grayish green eyes turn to him excitedly, "Really? Can I daddy?!"
"If you hurry I won't make one of your brothers go with you."
In record breaking time her little feet can be heard thumping towards the
exit, running between the still scowling young men.
The doors to the office slam shut and the men take seats by the desk, the
older man flopping down tiredly in the office chair and lights up a
cigarette.
One younger man with the same sandy blonde hair speaks, "You allow her
far to much freedom father."
"Let her enjoy the precious moments she will have away from this damned
war."
"Yes sir."
After escaping from an enraged cook yelling about ruining his soufflé,
the young trouble maker found herself in the basement of the Alliance's
headquarters. She tip toed towards a door marked 'laboratory'
soundlessly, and derisively evil grin on her face as she noted the
numerous signs that marked this door as forbidden.
Reaching the door she found an access code was needed, smirking she
used
her tiny left index finger to poke a red button on her right handed
watch.
"ED, bring up all available codes for sector 103 of the Alliance
headquarters' basement perimeters. Please." She whispered to the watch's
microscopic speakers.
A see through laptop emerged in front of the young girl and displayed
the
requested data, memorizing it with merely a glance the girl tapped
the
red button again and the shadow-like laptop disappeared. Then stretching
her small body to the breaking point, she reached up to the room's
control panel and punched in the access code skillfully. Seconds later
the steel doors slid open and the girl gleefully stepped in.
A man with graying hair, wrinkles forming on his brow, and a knee long
lab coat sat at an overly cluttered desk. Rubbing his temples to relive
his nauseating migraine as he stared at the GII plans in front of him.
Every other scientist on the program had found a suitable pilot for
their
new Gundam models, but he had yet to find a youth that could handle
the
complex system. He glanced up at the half finished Scorpio, his
masterpiece in the making.
A loud clatter rang through the lab, his head jerked to the spot where
the sound originated from. When there was no sight of the intruder
the
man shot from his seat and pulled a small revolver from his back pocket,
aiming it where the sound came from his deep voice rang out icy.
"Show yourselves! I have a weapon!"
A small girl poked her head out from behind a large crate.
With hair caught somewhere between a cloudy brunette and the richest
of
blondes, and intense eyes staring back with an eerie grayish tint to
their greenness. Her skin was sun darkened ivory, with numerous freckles
covering her cherub like face. She blinked at the sight of the gun,
then
stepped out from behind the crate with her tiny arms above her head.
"Who are you?!" The angered doctor spat out.
"I'm the commander's daughter Brandylyn Kay Brown."
He was somewhat impressed at the way she failed to stutter when talking
to him as all other children did, even with a 460. Caliber pointed
at her
head. He sighed and lowered the gun, having every intention of sitting
back at his desk and working the night away.
"Go back to where you came from child, before I report you. This is
no
daycare."
"Yes sir, may I put my hands down now?"
"Do whatever, just leave."
"Promise you won't shoot me if I put them down?"
As a response the bitter man growled at her and flopped back down into
his chair.
There was a few moments of sweet silence in which the man thought the
girl had left him, suddenly her airy voice broke the silence.
"How 'cum your mech isn't finished?"
"That's none of your concern, go away."
"Well, it's very nice."
He turned his chair towards the girl in furry, "No it's not 'very nice'!
It's made for killing people!" Seeing her once again, he found her
poking
at a hand piece. "Leave that alone you nucience."
She looked at him as though hearing him for the first time, and tore
her
hand away obediently. "Sorry sir. I was just inspecting the rotaries,
they seem to be disconnected. It won't work if you don't fix that."
He sighed and rubbed his temples again. "Will you not leave me in peace
child?!" Then what she had said replayed itself in his mind. "How do
you
know such things about rotaries?"
"That's the trouble my brother Jeremy had with his suit, he thought
I
broke it. But I ended up fixing it!" She stated proudly, she then prowled
over to the sitting man. Pulling up a small box to sit next to him
boldly. His gray eyes leered at her and she beamed a happy smile at
him.
"Your brother is a pilot I presume."
"Yes sir, all three of them are. They're the ones that taught me how
to
fly."
The man boggled, he turned to her and she was inspecting the bottoms
of
her long hair for split ends.
"You pilot?!"
"Yes sir."
"How old are you young lady?"
"I'll be seven in November sir."
He nodded and looked down at his lap, the girl's eyes ventured around
the
lab silently. A few more moments passed before the man broke the silence.
"Do you think you could pilot that model?" He looked at the Scorpio.
"Yes sir."
"Let's see then shall we?"
She raised a sandy colored eyebrow at him, "Sir? I'm not sure I
understand, it's incomplete."
"I have a simulation chamber at the back of the room. Come."
"Yes sir, I can't be long though 'cause my brothers will worry."
"After this I will take you to them personally."
"Am I in trouble sir?"
For the second time that day Brandylyn was instructed to stay in the
lonely office, knowing all to well that her father and the man she
had
met a couple of hours ago were in the next room talking. She readied
her
puppy dog eyes in case she was in trouble, they never failed with her
father.
The two men came walking into the office with her ever present brothers
behind them.
"Brandylyn, I would like to speak to you about something."
She took a deep breath and trotted to the men to receive her punishment,
"Yes sir?"
The man she had met leaned down on his knees so that he was looking
into
her eyes, her father watched with interest and a smile tugging at his
normally serious lips.
"Brandylyn, how would you like to pilot the mech you saw for real?"
"Me sir?"
Her father spoke up, cigarette now inserted in his mouth. "You had
the
highest flying scores Doctor H here has ever seen. He would like to
have
you go through training to pilot that mech. in the war alongside your
brothers."
"Well not exactly commander," the doctor broke in. "The GII force as
we
like to call if works strictly in their own field, a league of their
own
if you wish."
Commander Brown made a rounding gesture with his hand, "Whatever, the
important thing is she'll be piloting and continuing the proud line
of
pilots in my family at last."
"So, how about it Brandylyn? Care to be the esteem pilot of the Scorpio?"
"What would it involve?" She asked Dr. H with no traceable amount of
emotion in her tiny voice.
"Oh for heaven's sake! Just say yes so you can begin your training!"
Her
father spoke, then coughed heartily from the building smoke effects
on
his lungs.
"Yes, I'd love to sir."
Doctor H stood looking at Brandylyn with the numerous wires racing into
her head, she was unconscious and in a chair that locked down her tiny
wrists and ankles. Her head fell limply against her shoulder, then
Dr. H
pulled a nearby switch and her head snapped to alertness. Her fists
clenched furiously and she jolted in the chair, her nails digging into
her flesh and causing the blood to drip onto the chair. She screamed
shrilly and her body convulsed, then she fell limp again as she torturous
lever was thrown again and the process stopped.
Dr. H casually lifted his check board and marked off a small box next
to
bold writing:
Heero Yuy training memories and training techniques to be injected
into
the memory core
"Check." The doctor mumbled to himself, "She's almost ready."
>>>>>>>>>>>>
Through the high tech sight of a semi automatic an aged man became almost
painfully clear, he creaked towards a mech's detached arm leaning heavily
on his ragged cane. At the end of the gun a small girl lied on her
stomach on the overhanging catwalk, her chocolate colored tiny arms
propped up to use the weapon on him. Her tongue poked out of the side
of
her mouth in concentration as she aimed, too busied in her task to
hear
the huge man that was looming over her.
Doctor K watched with interest as his man servant Briggs held a
struggling girl near him, she kicked at her captor's mid-section
violently. Her hollers of protests muffled as Briggs' huge hand lied
across her mouth and the other wrapped around her abdomens, effectively
holding her tensed arms at her heaving sides.
"So, you must be my 'assassin'."
Her deep brown eyes narrowed at him and her struggling increased.
"What do you want done with her sir?" Briggs' deep husky voice
questioned.
K smiled menacingly, "How strong is she?"
Briggs' eye brow raised in suspicion, then he scowled as the Doctor's
intentions became clear. "You can't possibly think some child killer
would be an appropriate GII pilot?!"
"Oh, I do in fact think so. She's so young, yet so mission oriented
and
skilled. Her services will come in great usage."
Briggs scowled, but under his boss's glare complied. "Yes sir, shall
we
start the program right away?"
The professor smiled and turned away, "Yes, as soon as possible. But
we
should be compassionate, make sure she doesn't feel the pain of the
program. Only the essential brainwashing will be entirely necessary,
let
her believe she was abandoned or some ridiculous excuse like that."
"Yes sir." With that the girl was lead to a back door, her eyes wide
with
fear at the conversation.
The aged man head was suddenly racked with images of the last small
girl
that had gone through that very door. She was one of three other girls
who had to be taken from the back room in small bodybags, vaguely he
wondered if this smoky skinned lanky youth would suffer the same fate.
But then her bright brown eyes shown back at him, causing an eerie
smile
to creep over his face. This girl would survive the treatment and save
the world as the GII pilots were meant to, she had to.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Doctor L leered at the scene before him, his teenage daughter sitting
cross legged on her bed mattress with the light chocolate toned girl
in
her lap. Combing out the younger girl's locks of black gently, humming
along to the soft music coming from her mini disc player.
After the smoothed out hair appealed to her she tapped Felicia on her
tiny shoulder, "All done kiddo."
"Arigatou Jessie."
"No problem, how long is father letting you take off from that hunk
of
metal?"
Felicia raised her wrist with her small watch on it, "Two more minutes."
"He's such a slave driver, but you have the advantage of being the
youngest at least."
"Why did….dad….adopt nine of us when he had you and your brother
biologically?"
"You guys needed homes, and you know he was searching for a pilot when
he
went to the adoption agency." The older light skinned girl shook her
head
and chuckled, "He shouldn't have let mom come with him, she was like
a
kid in the animal shelter. Wouldn't let him leave without doing that
good
karma thing and given ya'll homes. And it's not like we didn't have
the
spare rooms or anything."
Felicia thought of the millions of dollars it had to cost for her father
to make his mountain retreat, massive in the fact that it had once
been
the retreat of presidents and other high ranking officials over the
centuries. He enjoyed bragging that all five royal of England had slept
in it's walls.
The forty acre estate was complete with four separate guest dorms and
a
fifty six stall barn/Gundam hanger where most of the adopties worked
diligently on Druid with their father and older brother. Yes, money
seemed no object for the L family of thirteen.
Felicia smiled brightly, "You're right, I'll see you at breakfast."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Ivy Magginis sat straight backed in her front row desk, her hands clasped
together and resting tentatively on the desk's top. Doctor J had enrolled
her in these fourth grade accommodations with the help of a hired 'role
player', this woman had signed numerous legal and enrollment documents
under the alias as Meagan Magginis. Meant to be the young girl's mother,
who in all actuality was a medical engineer at the Coalition main base.
She knew this all to well, that the moment Ivy was born she and another
random female child were exchanged so that she might come under the
influence of her appointed doctor. Her mother and military father had
never known the difference, and if they did by some far fetched
chance…..Ivy would kill them both herself. That is how she had been
taught from the very instant she could comprehend, missions and
assignments were always top priority. Always.
Her muddy brown eyes scrolled around the learning facilities, taking
in
every single detail as the program had caused her to automatically
do.
From silly things like inches from her seat to the teachers desk, to
the
tiny sweat beads on the boy's fore head on the other side of the room
as
he nervously stood and recited some ridiculous poem. From the cover
of
her glasses she watched, all the while gathering tons of information
and
thinking if another recipient of the Heero Yuy program were doing the
same. Most likely they were.
All of them had their human personalities due to the way they had been
raised, like semi normal military children. All five of them were far
less than normal however, every sense ten times that of even the most
acute human. But Ivy, Ivy was the soldier. With no other purpose in
life
but to obey her given orders.
"Miss Magginis, are you contemplating something you'd like to share
with
the class."
Ivy's eyes shot at the frumpy teacher, making him visibly shudder and
back off from his onslaught slightly.
"You shouldn't ask questions that you don't want the answers to, Mr.
Garrison."
Until now she was debating weather or not to detonate this elementary
when she took her leave, now it was a certainty.
The teacher wisely went on to another more placid child, barely hearing
Ivy over his shoulder.
"Boom." She had whispered in her light, cute pitched monotone. Boom?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A loud smack rings through the quiet lab.
Brandylyn stands her ground as she has always done when the 'doc' has
had
these violent temper tantrums, a bruise begins to blossom across her
right cheek as his fist rockets at her again. This time she raises
her
own tiny hand and catches the wobbly hand easily, stopping it inches
from
her face.
"Why?" She asks with her still girlish voice, though she has aged to
eight years.
Looking into her betrayed filled grayish green eyes, he hangs his head
low and whimpers an answer, "I have to make you strong."
She sighs and releases his hand, then stands ready for the rest of
her
training. "I understand."
More blows sound through the lab.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
"I'm home!" Brandylyn throws her heavy back pack to the side of the
door
way.
A head of red hair with two complimenting blue eyes peers at her entrance
from a living room couch, she spots her beloved Jacob and prowls over
to
him. She lands with a thump by him on the couch and wrestles the remote
away from his large hand, promptly turning it to a wild and flashy
music
channel. Brandylyn glances sideways at her brother, expecting her normal
swat of disapproval.
"Why are ya staren' at me?!"
"That black eye is new." He nodded at that, and at her already fat
lip.
Her tiny hand reached up and held the eye gently, "Yeah, um….I walked
into a low hanging wire fracture."
"Sure. It's your turn to cook dinner tonight."
Brandylyn lets out an over exaggerated sigh and stomps over to the
stove.
"Spaghetti okay with you?"
"That's fine, Jeremy won't be joining us."
"He and father never do."
"Their loss. So, what lessons did you cover in the lab with Doctor
H
today little one?"
"Well we discussed the relativity of my reaction time now compared
to
last week."
"And?"
"I've improved by fifty nine point eight milliseconds, Doc. H thinks
I
can do far better."
"I agree with him." Jacob rises from his perch in the couch and goes
to
stand by his sibling at the stove.
"Jacob, why can't I attend school and classes like all my friends?"
"Because, your classes in the lab are much more advanced than normal
school standards. Do you realize that other children your age are only
covering the third grade at this time?"
"No I didn't realize that, so I'd be amongst fifth graders in school."
She nodded her head smugly, dicing tomatoes at record speed while glaring
at Jacob.
Jacob's crooked grin shown at her and he ruffled her perfectly parted
hair, "That's my brainiac little sister!"
"Jacob!" The girl blushed furiously.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
Doctor H gives his access code and creaks into the lab on his cane,
his
breathing hoarse and raspy as he makes his way to the back of the huge
structure.
He reaches the small containment area where Scorpio model 004 stands
proudly, finished at last.
It's base color a shiny black, reflecting his form as he stood admiring
it. The legs, arms, and shields on it's head a rich blood red.
It's
razor sharp long stick leaned against it's side.
The design was original in that at each elbow and knee joint it had
extremely sharp points extending from it, about fifty feet long and
sharp
enough to penetrate oak wood with a tap.
It's tail was designed to trail behind it just inches from the ground,
but when a series of commands were given in the cockpit it could extend
over one hundred feet. At the end was a powerful flame thrower, in
the
shape of an organic scorpion's tail. The tail itself was six feet across
and four feet high, enough even without the flame thrower to take out
a
weak opponent.
He nodded his balding head in approval and went to see that the child
was
readying herself to leave tomorrow, it would be her first mission.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
Three boys sat on her bed and watched with varying expressions as their
younger sister stuffed the necessaries into her backpack. She backed
away
from the bag on her over sized bed and placed her hands on her hips,
looking for lost items around the spotless room. Finding none she tucked
her hair behind her ears and turned to her stoic brothers.
"Ready."
The eldest, a boy with blindingly red hair glanced at her backpack,
"You
packed your first aid kit?"
"Hai Jacob, and the power bars Jason gave me." Brandylyn sighed out.
""What other clothing did you pack?" One with the same dirty blonde
hair
as her own asked.
"Three pairs of jeans, five pairs of socks, a new pair of tennis shoes,
a
base ball cap, under items, and three other sets of my outfit."
The boy nodded his head approvingly, "Is ED charged?"
"Yes sir, it's at one hundred percent capacity."
"You aren't going to wear that silly jewelry into battle, are you?"
The
brother with skin laid brown hair asked, glaring at her necklaces.
Brandylyn's hand ventured up to her neck and she gripped the silver
star
studded choker that clung there tightly. The boy rolled his eyes, while
the understanding Jacob gave his kind words. "Is that the one that
father
gave you?"
She swallowed and nodded her head weakly, her father's sudden death
had
hit the young thing harder than expected. Now her eldest brother Jacob
ran the Alliance, with the brown haired Jeremy in second command. The
blonde Jason was leader of the Alliance's army, leaving her a mere
soldier.
"Keep it then." Jason accented.
With a growl Jeremy stormed from the suddenly cramped room.
>>>>>>>>>>
Doctor H watched with a twinge of self esteem as his young pilot pranced
into the lab, blue colored backpack bouncing loosely on her back behind
her.
She had grown into a well muscled and developed young lady, working
out
nearly everyday in her short life. Her numerous bruises and cuts from
training had healed in record time, and left no traces of their presence.
Her face had lost it's childish freckles, and she was now considered
to
be a very good looking young woman by the soldiers that she spared
against. Grabbing approving glances from men of all ages.
Her once waist long hair of strange coloring had now been cut to hug
into
her face, ending just above her cheek bones. Parted in a clean zig
zag
pattern and layered to give almost unnatural body and lift. Even through
the hair one could see the tiny earpiece that was in fit to her right
ear, serving as both a communicator and voice control for 004.
A white tee shirt clung to her body at a stylish two sizes to small,
with
a hood trailing along her shoulders in back and the sleeves ending
at her
elbows. In the center laid a blue sun design, and the bottom hem frayed
out from her lean stomach just covering the top inch of her jeans.
The
jeans themselves were adequately fitting on her until they reached
mid
thigh, then they sprayed out to cover an area of three inches from
the
outsides of her black tennis shoes, sweeping the ground with a medium
stone washed color and with a pocket large enough to fit a small lap
top
computer on the bottom of the left leg.
Black bracelets and hairbands rested on her right wrist, wooden beads
that smelled like ambrosia, a black tattoo like eternity bracelet,
and a
silver charm bracelet sat on the left wrist. A single lion faced thumb
ring was on her left hand, and a delicate gold heart ring sat on the
other's ring finger. She wore her signature choker and from a small
silver necklace a delicate cross swung at her collar bone.
She nodded to him as she reached him, then let her backpack fall to
the
lab's floor with dull thud.
"Hey doc, I'm ready."
"Let's go over the plans for your assault." He began the march over
to
the plans hanging on the wall.
With another nod the cheerful blonde followed behind him.
>>>>>>>>>>>
Brandylyn unleashed Scorpio's long stick and swept the wicked blade
through one of the hangers.
Explosions flashed and shrapnel flew, at the same time showering the
nearby Coalition vehicles and planes with her flame thrower. Leaving
no
shard of useful metal left she halted her assault and pivoted her Gundam
towards the large hanger that served as the holder for the enemy suits.
As she reached the building, 004's monstrous tail uncurled itself and
readied to blast away the noucience. Her external monitors clicked
on and
closed in as soldiers ran from the already doomed building, she waited
till they were a safe distance away then let the 'fire flow' as she
was
fond of saying. Not an hour later the entire Coalition base was reduced
to ruins, and her attack hadn't been retaliated. This disappointed
her
slightly as she revved up her boosters for her escape, this base had
fallen far to easily for her tastes. Her unholy red boosters lifted
her
easily from the ground and the Scorpio left the sad ruins in seconds.
Later that night Brandylyn unrolled her sleeping bag on the cool mountain
ground, in between the huge feet of her Gundam. Her mission had been
a
towering success, and she was noticeably looking forward to tomorrow's
e-mailed mission plans.
She settled into the bag and with a yawn pulled the top layer up to
her
chin, she watched the stars overhead silently as she waited for sleep
to
come.
And waited, and waited. With a frustrated sigh she sat up and clicked
a
button on the side of her watch that caused a small vid-screen to pop
up,
the light eliminating her face. Then she flipped down her ear piece
microphone.
"Bring up local news stations for district nine."
An image shimmered into sight with a man sitting at a desk, papers
tapping against it. "In other news an elusive Gundam war model was
caught
on tape by security videos at one of our local Coalition bases. A warrant
has been issued for the immediate capture of it's pilot by Mr.
Peacecraft, the bounty on the Gundam and it's pilot are twenty thousand
dollars at the present time. The same amount will be offered from any
other Alliance Gundam's captured."
With that images of Scorpio destroying the base played, "Heh, they
got my
good side." Brandi smirked, she grew tired of the program and clicked
off
the vid-screen. Flipping up her mic she flopped back into her bag,
she
smiled again at her success.
"You'd think my bounty would be higher though. Oh well, it will be."
>>>>>>>>>>>>
Another e-mail notification led her to a large estate where some kind
of
ball was being held, in celebration of the Coalition's 'success' in
their
war efforts.
Brandylyn leaned back casually in her Gundam's seat as she waited for
the
right moment to strike, even from her distance her viewers set on zoom
told her that the desired target was not yet in the massive ballroom.
She was looking for a man of approximately 6'2, with coal black hair
and
eyes, and round rimmed glasses.
"Jeremiah Peacecraft." She muttered to herself as her eyes scanned
her
viewers. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
Brandylyn had learned through her extensive history training with the
doc
that the Peacecraft family were once vivid pacifists, but over the
ages
their ideals had been soiled and they had become vicious titans. The
leaders of the Coalition organization that was ripping away innocent
lives to achieve the desirable human race. Brandylyn's lip curled in
disgust at the idea that one kind of people could be mankind in itself,
these hideous and hateful people were merely repeating the same mistake
Hitler had made hundreds of years ago.
Brandylyn herself would be spared if they came to hunt her down because
of her Aryan descent, but she would kill herself in the end if she
was
forced to help with this scheme.
"Killing one's self was always an option when one pilots a Gundam."
Her
mind echoed with the doctors infamous words. Words that were painfully
true to this particular fourteen year old
Finally Jeremiah made his entrance, causing exited gasps and whispers
of
approval among his guests. He held his head as though he was the law
unto
himself, a chilling smile played over his lips at all times.
"I'll change that." Brandylyn stated smugly, already in mode to launch
004 at the mansion.
Suddenly a rouge mobile suit erupted from the woods to Brandylyn's
right,
also wildly attacking the mansion.
The suit was indeed a Gundam design, with facial features and blazing
thermal weapons. It was black with purple highlights eliminating from
it,
it's eyes glowing an eerie lime green. On it's fists and feet structures
were five thermal claws that reminded Brandylyn of a comic hero she
saw
once named Wolverine, they glowed the same color as the eyes. Trailing
behind it were perfect Gundanium replicas of bat wings, almost twice
the
size of the mech. Brandylyn guessed them to be both a mode of
transportation and a shield against any onslaught.
She briefly wondered if anyone would get the chance to attack it, it
headed at it's target like black lightning. Far faster than Scorpio
had
ever hoped of moving. Grunting Brandylyn moved to intercept the speeding
Gundam.
Scorpio reached it just before it barreled into the house, hitting
it's
side and pushing it out of range harshly. The other mech hit the ground
hard and skidded to a stop on it's right side, mowing over trees and
parked cars as it slid. As soon as it stopped it rose to it's feet
and
took flight at Scorpio who was standing in it's wake.
Brandylyn gasped as her Gundam was thrown back into the ground as she
had
done to the other one, being repaid the treatment five times greater.
After she to skidded for a time then found her ground, she found the
Gundam standing ready to challenge her. She accepted and soon a heated
battle was underway between the two magnificent Gundams.
The duel ended with Scorpio holding it's long stick to the other model's
chest cavity, and the other's claws inches away from Brandylyn's cockpit
hatch opening. One move by one would be the certain end of the other,
and
it worked both ways.
Brandylyn's warning buzzers went off, then a screen popped up to reveal
a
large carrier plane whisking her target away from the battle.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit!!" She yelled furiously, pounding Scorpio's
dash
board. She then flicked a small switch that allowed her voice to be
heard
by her opponent. "Are you happy?! I've just blown my mission because
of
you!"
"Good! Jeremiah was my target anyway!" Another girl's voice shouted
through the other mech.
Brandylyn's head swirled with thoughts, not able to slow them down
for
processing she did the next best thing…..Scorpio's hatch opened slowly
and she stepped out onto the platform, her right hand behind her back
pocket where her revolver was stashed. She swallowed and waited, then
the
other hatch opened and the pilot stepped out following her example.
Though her arms were crossed unhappily over her chest.
Darkened red bangs were cut in an even line just above her eyebrows,
the
rest feel behind her alongside her back reaching nearly to her waist.
Bright caramel eyes stared back at the blonde intensely. Her skin was
almost transparently pale against these features.
Her clothing consisted of a white belly tee-shirt and a pair of stylish
blue bungee pants, who's straps and pocket tops were a dull orange.
Normal tennis shoes finished the ensemble. A tiny black cross lined
with
silver hung loosely at her neck.
"Who are you?" The redhead asked firmly.
"Brandylyn Brown, pilot of the Gundam 004 model Scorpio." She hollered
back.
The other girl's eyes softened and her scowl eased to a thin smile.
"Tara
Prososki, pilot of the Gundam 002 model Cyber-witch. Let's go back
to my
base and we can talk."
Brandylyn nodded happily, and she beamed her smile at the fellow ally.
"Yeah, agreed. I'll follow you there." With that the two clambered
back
into their suits, and quickly lowered their weapons. That done, model
002
turned and with a burst of lime green lights was in the air heading
away
from the mansion. Scorpio's own fire red booster flames poured forth
and
it was soon in hot pursuit.
Scorpio's monitors read one thousand clicks north of their previous
placement as Cyber-witch led them to an Arizona based desert. Cyber-witch
landed effortlessly on the barren soil, Scorpio landed with a thump
beside it. Cyber-witch being an air based fighter, and Scorpio big
bulked
for ground battles.
"Where to now?" Brandylyn called through her outside speakers.
"Down."
An underground hanger door eased open in the desert soil, leading to
a
metallic hallway that slanted lower in the ground. Her viewers focused
in
on Cyber-witch showing the way with one large claw lined hand.
"After you."
She gladly stepped into the hallway, giving some comfort from the ninety
eight degrees outside. She chuckled as she flipped the switch to off
on
her cockpit's AC.
After following the hallway for a good hundred meters, Brandylyn found
herself in an extremely large under ground airport hanger/laboratory.
The
entire structure either made or lined with cool clean steel, black
metal
catwalks weaved around the hanger near the ceiling. Cyber-witch lumbered
up beside her, and after exchanging a brief glance between them clambered
on to a spot in the hanger that served as a tie down and refueling
station. Brandylyn's eyebrow raised as she noted their were eight other
similar tie downs near Cyber-witch's placement, two more were on the
opposite side.
Scorpio choose the tie down nearest to 002. Piloting it to a kneeling
position, Brandylyn skillfully clicked off all systems. Then with a
swish
of air the cockpit's doors opened and Brandylyn stood on their edge
for a
moment before jumping feet first to the concrete floor below. She landed
soundlessly and found Tara already waiting for her.
"Come on inside, our mechanics will refuel your Scorpio."
Brandylyn nodded happily, "Thank you."
Tara beamed a smile back at her and motioned with her pale hand for
the
blonde to follow her. She led Brandylyn to double doors that exited
from
the hanger and then to what appeared to be an over sized kitchen.
"Make yourself at home."
Brandylyn nodded and then made her way over to a kitchen counter and
perched on it, "Nice place you have here."
Her smoky emerald eyes found the redhead scouring the bottom self of
a
huge fridge, she popped back up seconds later with two coke cans in
hand.
She tossed one at Brandylyn, who caught it practically and popped the
top
at the exact same time as the other girl.
"Mehn," Tara shrugged as she swallowed a gulp of pop. "Daddy made
millions in oil before he left."
Brandylyn nodded and went back to the busy task of quenching her thirst,
peering back at Tara over the pop's round form.
"What did you say your name was?"
"Brandylyn."
Tara pulled a empathizing face, "You should shorten it so it's easier
to
say, not to mention less formal."
"How about just plain ol' Brandy?"
"Yeah, that's better! Spell it with an I just to make it original!"
The newly christened Brandi chugged the last of her drink, then made
the
three foot hop from the counter over to where Tara stood by the fridge.
She reached the redhead and gave her a crooked smile, then offered
her
delicate hand in normal greeting procedures.
"Brandi Kay Brown, at your service."
Tara gave the smaller girl her own lopsided grin and shook the hand
excitedly, "Tara Prososki, pleasure's all mine."
Hours later the two fast friends sat in a glassed in observatory
outlooking the hanger, where Scorpio was busy getting refueled and
washed. Brandi looked over at Tara leaning comfortably against the
glass
with her back, Brandi's own face plastered against it.
"So, how'd you become a pilot?"
"Hm? Oh, my uncle is the direct descendent of Doctor S who developed
the
Deathscythe model."
"Nani?"
"Don't you know the story behind those things?" Tara nodded over her
shoulder at the kneeling mechs. "After colony 195 the original team
of
Gundam pilots were developed, there were five of them. And each one
came
from a different colony in witch specialized mobile suits named Gundams
were created for them to fight against the tyranny at that time period,
OZ. I don't remember much about them, but I do know that they were
all
guys."
"Wow, so we're like their protégées."
Tara nodded her head, then looked at Brandi with an unholy light in
her
already frightening caramel eyes.
"Yup, and ya know what?"
"What?"
Tara looked around with exaggerated suspicion, then slid over so she
could whisper into Brandi's ear. "They're still alive, all five of
em!"
She pulled away and glared at the blonde, waiting for a shocked reply.
"That's impossible, 195 was two hundred years ago." Brandi sighed out.
"Eh, see that's your problem….no imagination! Don't 'cha get it? They
were cryogenically frozen!"
"Well, that's a possibility I guess. But why?"
"To use their expertise in other wars of course!"
Brandi rolled her eyes, "And how do you know all of this?"
"Because….." The redhead began to slip from the room, a smirk on her
face. As soon as she was half way out the door she looked back to her
new
companion, "I've seen em!" With that she bolted down the hallway, knowing
the blonde would soon be in hot pursuit.
Brandi panted as she raced behind Tara to the hanger, her resting Gundam
whizzed by her as she followed Tara to the farthest regions of the
hanger. Her sandy blonde hair trailing behind her.
Brandi barely managed to avoid a painful collision as Tara stopped
suddenly at what appeared to be a closet door, she snapped to attention
as Tara turned on her and brought her index finger to her mouth in
a
shush position. Then Tara creaked the door open and once again ushered
Brandi inside.
They found themselves in a full blown out lab, they stood on a stairway
that led to the basement like lab. Tara moved down the railing towards
the bottom of the stairs to what was the bulk of the lab. Brandi waited
for her to reach the last step then slid down the banister railing
after
her, landing next to her side with a thud she was once again silenced
with a snake-like shhh!
On the back part of the room were five huge containers that stood on
the
lab floor, a pale blue light eliminating from each one. Tara cackled
in
whisper mode then tip toed towards the first container, with an audibly
gulp Brandi followed.
Brandi watched as Tara swept her pale hand over the glass of the first
tube, clearing away the cloudy vapor and thin layer of ice that coated
it.
A boy's face now came into sight, his eyes closed and his head rested
to
the side in deep undisturbed slumber. His skin carrying the tube's
blue
light on it.
His hair looked black in the container, and his bangs jutted out at
unique angles. His eyebrows pinched together as though he was frozen
in
the middle of a murderous thought.
"This one's name is Odin Lowel Jr. his code name is Heero Yuy."
"Wait a second, that's the name for the training procedures I was put
through!"
"Yeah, me too. I guess this means we followed his training."
Brandi nodded her head, then looked at the next tubes excitedly. She
moved down the line and rubbed away the ice layering, scarcely waiting
for Tara to pop up next to her with their names.
The next one was a fairly attractive boy, also with the tube darkened
hair and strange bangs style. Though a happy grin was plastered on
this
one's face and he looked nauseatingly peaceful. A thick and long braid
floated just behind the boy's head.
"Duo Maxwell." Tara announced, a twinge of a happier note in her voice.
"He's the one that piloted the Deathscythe that I was talking about."
She
added.
Brandi snorted playfully, "Nice braid!" Tara elbowed her then moved
with
her to the next tube.
Brandi's ivory hand swiped over the tube at the spot where she had
done
so to the other tubes, only clearing a space low enough to see a chiseled
chin and his throat.
Tara glared at her then rolled her eyes as Brandi chuckled embarrassedly.
"Heh heh, whoops!"
She stood on tip-toes and swiped higher, finally finding the frozen
pilot's face.
His hair was a light chestnut color in the tubing, Brandi smiled to
herself at it's placement. It floated straight out in front of his
face,
perhaps about four inches the bangs hung. His face itself was thinner
than the other two, no readable expression on his soft features. Brandi's
eyes traced the face again and again, until an annoying hand started
waving itself in front of her face.
"You-hoo! Earth to Brandi! How long are ya gonna stare at that guy?!"
Brandi turned to Tara and crimson blush played over her face, she
chuckled and brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ears.
"Gomen, I er um……..what's his name?"
"Trowa Barton."
Brandi caught herself just in time to avoid the smile that wanted to
tug
at her lips, she hurried to the next tube. Tara batted her eyes and
made
a taunting kissy face to her at Brandi's back.
"Quatre Rababa Winner." Tara announced in a cold barren voice, shivers
went down Brandi's back as she said it.
The boy was exactly Brandi's height, his hair pale and a tinted moonlight
color in the frozen state. She pegged him for a blonde. His bangs also
drifted in jutted angles while the rest hugged to his head in his almost
modern day cut. His eyes squinted tightly shut, Brandi almost made
a
comment about needing the Jaws of Life TM to pry them open.
The next tube held a boy that was undoubtedly Chinese, his eyes narrower
and his hair pulled painfully back into a skilled pony tail. He looked
deep in thought as Tara murmured his name, "Wufei Chang."
"They're all so interesting."
Tara eyed her, "That's not what you were going to say, is it?"
"Okay, okay! So they are all kinna' cute! Happy?!"
Tara nodded smugly, "Especially the one named Trowa, huh?"
The deep blush returned, "Yeah, so?"
Tara chuckled and began her retreat from the cold room. Brandi flicked
off the light switch as they disappeared out the door, "Night guys."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A man in a wheelchair watched from the glassed observatory with interest
as the two girls chattered excitedly back and forth. Already developing
a
dangerously close friendship.
Minutes later the two sauntered into the dark room, Tara's hand reached
up practically and flicked on a light switch. Her caramel eyes snapped
open wider as she spotted the man. She snapped to a military pose and
saluted him smartly, Brandi fumbled with the notion then mimicked her
redheaded friend.
"At ease girls."
They did so quickly.
"Tara, who is this?"
"Sir, this is Brandi Brown pilot of the Gundam model 004 Scorpio."
"Well, could this be the one who's system embraced the Heero Yuy training
methods without fault?"
Tara looked side ways at the blonde and raised an eyebrow.
"Hai sir." Brandi responded coolly.
"My own charge Tara here has yet to receive the full treatment. Tell
me,
how long dose it take for you to recover from dramatic injuries?"
"Broken bones heal within a week's time, bruises and small gashes within
hours sir."
Tara boggled, while the aged doctor nodded happily with his comrade's
progress. "Excellent."
"Thank you sir."
"So how did my niece meet the allusive 004 pilot?"
"We were after the same target, we ensued a brief battle before coming
to
an understanding." Tara briefly recapped the events.
He nodded his head again, "Did either suits sustain damage?"
"No sir, just required refueling."
The doctor began to wheel towards the door, one wheel creaking slightly.
"Well, now that we have two of you together I'll have to cook up a
mission that gets the other three involved."
"Wait just a second Unc, you fixed it so we were both going after
Jeremiah?!" Tara burst out.
He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled, "I had help."
With that the two girls were left scoffing and glaring daggers at the
door he left out of.
"I can't believe they did that! I could've killed you!"
"I mean what were they thinking? Psychotic old men……killed me?!"
"Yup, you may be able to heal all fast like. But I have had extensive
defense training since before you were born blondie!"
Brandi lazily raspberried her friend.
Tara smiled defiantly and the two flopped next to each other on a nearby
couch.
"So, you're like super-human huh?"
Brandi chuckled at her friend's question, "No, I didn't actually complete
the progress."
"How so?"
"Well, the Heero Yuy training program required that the recipient hold
no
emotions. My doctor allowed me that single privilege."
"No emotions?! Sheesh, now I'm dreading going through this thing."
"No don't be, it's a marvelous thing. I feel so," her nose crinkled
as
she searched for a word to fit the sentence. "Strong, impenetrable."
"Really?! It gives you strength?"
"I think there are a fair amount of 'nutrients' in the program, I
personally can lift three times my own weight. But that's just me,
I
believe the program differs from each recipient."
A small beeping sound emitted from Brandi's wrist watch, she responded
by
flipping down the microphone from her ear piece and pressing a familiar
red button on the watch.
Tara watched wide eyed as a shadow-like laptop emerged in front of
Brandi, and grew wider as Brandi's fingers raced over the key pad.
Causing minute clicks to sound from it. Brandi pulled up a satisfactory
page and her gray tinted green eyes swept over the documents on it.
She
then peered over at Tara who was waving her hand through the lap top's
screen.
"We've got a new mission."
"What's this?" Referring to the unnatural information bringer.
"My mother developed this, it's almost like a virtual hologram p.c.
I
call it ED," She shrugged at the name. "The ear piece allows me to
give
it commands, and to control Scorpio from a radius of twenty miles."
She
flipped up her ear piece and reviewing the data quickly again pressed
the
red button and it promptly disappeared.
"Wow, that's spiffy! So about this mission……"
"Our mission is to rescue a fellow Gundam pilot. In an Iceland based
military facility, we're to be off these premises by four thirty tomorrow
morning."
"Well, I'll go print out the location and other details on my comp
later."
"No need, I have a photographic memory. As you will with the program's
later effects."
"Heh, this program is pretty cool. Come on, you can sleep in my room
until we have to go. I'd offer you your own room but with all the workers
and technicians we have visiting to work on Cyber-witch, there aren't
any
other rooms."
"Oh, anything's fine with me. Thanks Tara."
"No problem."
>>>>>>>>>>>>
Tara swatted at a pesky artillery group absently before she went to
the
entrance of the base where Scorpio was already torching other suits
busily with it's capable tail.
"Brandi, I've got this covered. Go get the target!" She commanded.
The small blonde's face jerked toward the monitor at the sound of Tara's
voice. She checked her other view screens and noticing that 002 was
tacking down enemy suit easily nodded eagerly.
"Roger that," she said with a grin that wavered slightly.
Tara went back to cheerfully hacking away at the airplanes which were
trying to get into the air before the hot blade of the thermal claws
sent
them ablaze. She watched one small window as Brandi made the good two
story leap from her cockpit, landed in a crouch position, then raised
up
and ran into the hanger. She blasted away at ground soldiers with a
machine gun balanced on one arm, not giving the falling soldiers a
second
glance as she headed deep into the base's depths. Once she was safely
inside Tara cackled with delight, the psychotic laughter echoing through
the cockpit of Cyber-witch. Just because she had to kill people didn't
mean she couldn't get a high from it.
After questioning a scared stiff soldier, then sending him straight
into
the unknown, Brandi found herself racing towards the basement. She
knew
she was a mere blur to anyone who might've been watching, not holding
back in the slightest in her hurry to rescue her fellow pilot.
She rounded a corner, skidding on the linoleum floors. A live of five
soldiers stood blocking the hallway with revolvers pointed at her head,
they were mowed easily down as she pulled the trigger. She allowed
herself to slow, as the soldiers were barricading the very door that
their prisoner was in.
After placing a primitive yet effective detonator just on the doors
lock
Brandi stood back and awaited the blast, her normally bright shimmering
eyes now icy and dull that she was in the heat of battle again. Even
from
four stories under the ground she could hear the feverish battle outside,
even a 'normal' person could recognize the sounds of cross fire.
The door blasted open and Brandi readied the machine gun, just in case.
The cell was nothing more than four solid steel walls that roughly
measured forty feet in diameter. The bombed door had other traumatic
damage to it, with a further glance Brandi noted the powerful kick
marks
in it. Denting in the steel walls a good three inches, and high enough
to
have to have been caused by a jumping kick.
Brandi shook her head to clear it of the useless information and numbers
she was piling up in it, then spotted the solitary figure that was
leaning in the cell's shadows against the wall to her left. The shadows
efficiently covering from kneecaps up, though the outlined showed a
tall
figure with arms crossed over it's chest and head cocked to the side
looking at Brandi.
"Felicia Benson?" Brandi asked while lowering her gun as a sign of
good
faith.
"That'd be me, let me guess….you're the calvary right?"
"That'd be me." She quoted coyly, "Let's get out of here, there's gonna
be a big boom and we really don't want to be here when it happens."
"Understood, what about my Gundam?"
"We'll stop by the hanger on our way out."
"Right." Felicia stepped from the cover of the shadows and nodded
happily.
She had lightly smoked skin, and her jet black hair was pulled into
a
tight bun behind her head. Her eyes naturally narrow, though her dark
brown eyes sparkled with intelligence.
Her clothing was a pair of low hanging black jeans, that covered any
apparent shoes. A black flannel shirt hung unbuttoned around her hips,
the sleeve tucked and rolled above her elbows. A black sports bra was
underneath, a dainty gold cross sparkled on her chest.
"Here," Brandi fished in her back pocket and pulled forth a small
revolver, satisfied with her find she tossed it at Felicia. Who's hand
lashed out and caught it with a swish of air, then she nodded her head
in
the direction of the door. "You got it, exit stage left."
Brandi once again raced down the hallways, glancing at the girl only
a
milo step behind her. Brandi easily noted the Heero Yuy training program
effects in the other girl, she raced at Brandi's swift pace without
falter. Their footsteps resembling machine gun rounds down the corridors.
"The hanger is the next door." Brandi informed her.
"It'll be heavily guarded."
"Yeah, but my friend's been limiting their numbers outside. We shouldn't
have too much trouble."
Felicia used her momentum to barrel through the hanger doors, lowering
her shoulders as a battering ram. Brandi followed at her heels. Inside
they were immediately fired upon, and retaliating at the same second.
Brandi grunted as she took a bullet in her upper arm, another penetrated
Felicia's thigh area.
Throughout their valiant efforts all the soldiers fell, and Felicia's
Gundam was left standing in front of them.
Felicia smiled inspite her pain, "Druid."
"Okay," Brandi flipped down her ear piece as Felicia made the jump
to her
high cockpit easily. "Scorpio, engage to my position."
As 005 lit up and maneuvered to leave Scorpio came rumbling into the
open
hanger, Brandi took off in full flight as it stopped and used the
momentum to fling herself up into the seat.
After getting situated she called to Felicia, "Okay, we'll finish up
here
then rendezvous at my friend's base."
"Right behind you."
Cyber-witch had run out of ammunition, so Tara was down to her thermal
claws. Which suited her fine as she sliced a suit long ways, leaving
the
now two parts to fall to the ground with an explosion. A viewer clicked
on and Tara smiled happily as Scorpio stepped from the hanger, 005
behind
it.
005 was as magnificent as any of theirs. It's coloring a dark royal
blue
with teal bordering, other small features standing out in snow white.
It
held an over sized Gundanium bow in it's right hand, and had various
spots for ammunition filled guns. At it's back was a built in quiver,
holding a seemingly unlimited storage of thermal pink colored arrows.
"Ready to jet Tara?" Brandi's airy voice called.
"Yeah, all suits diminished and most of the soldiers. When's this place
gonna blow?"
"Oh, in about three minutes."
Tara rolled her eyes, "Nice timing."
With that the trio was in the air, forming a V shape in the sky. Brandi's
voice giggled over the speakers as the base blew, looking like a nuclear
explosion.
Tara flipped a switch that gave her a vid-screen to the new suit and
another that brought up Brandi's smiling face. The new girl stared
back
at her, her lips curved at the sides in a friendly smile.
"Hello, my name's Felicia Benson pilot of Gundam model 005 Druid."
"Hi there! The name's Tara Prososki, this is model 002 Cyber-witch."
"Brandi Brown, with Scorpio model 004 at your service."
"Nice to meet both of you, thanks for the help back there."
"Any time, how's your bullet wound?" The blonde asked.
"I removed the bullet, it's healing. And yours?"
"Eh, I'll survive. Too bad for you huh Tara?"
"Yeah, it's a shame I still have to put up with ya." All three girls
laughter filled their suits.
>>>>>>>>>>>
Felicia sat up in the couch watching the news intently, Brandi and Tara
stood near her. All scowling with disapproval as Jeremiah Peacecraft
stood before the entire world with his important addressee.
"Two days ago, there was an attempt made on my life by Alliance rebels
at
my own home! This also put many innocent guests at terrible risk! These
attempts to allude the new world order must be put to an immediate
halt!"
He slammed his fist down on his podium dramatically. "All we want is
for
the world to be fair and justly! The Alliance will fall before us,
and at
last peace will be achieved under the Peacecraft rule! And these rebels
will be brought down for the world to repel as failures!"
Brandi scoffed at the video-gram, "Oh, that guy's SO going down!"
"How can peace be achieved under one person's rule? It's ludicrous."
Felicia added.
"Yeah, I agree but we better get some sleep. The 001 pilot is coming
here
early tomorrow morning."
The two girls nodded and they all padded down the hall to Tara's room,
where Brandi had staked a claim on the couch and Felicia home staked
on
the floor near the AC.
>>>>>>>>>>>
Tara stood outside the desert opening to her base, a black windbreaker
thrown on to avoid the harsh winds outside. Brandi and Felicia were
inside sparring, both claiming their skills were getting rusty.
Tara absently bit one of her nails as she awaited 001's arrival, her
caramel eyes peered out from her bangs to find nothing but desert around
her. Then the sound of boosters echoed through the sky, her eyes snapped
upwards to see a mobile suit landing right above her. She gasped with
slight shock as it's right foot touched down inches from her.
"You must be Tara Prososki." The Gundam's intercom blared at her.
Tara raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked straight
up at the suit, "That's me. Let's go inside, shall we?"
As a response the Gundam kneeled down, it's hand dropping to the ground
for her to ride on. She leapt into it and gave her instructions to
the
door opening.
Tara led the new arrival deep inside her underground 'house', making
her
way to the gymnasium where the other two were. She found the double
doors
and they both stepped inside.
Felicia was in the middle of cocking back her fist at Brandi, who was
at
the same time kicking at the other girl's torso with her powerful leg.
Brandi's head snapped to the side as a fist made contact with it, milo
seconds later Felicia was holding her pained side from the recent kick.
"You okay?" Felicia sighed out.
Brandi turned her head at Felicia with a smile, light pants emitting
from
her mouth. "Yeah fine, you?"
"It's been a while since I didn't have to hold back in a spar."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Her grayish green eyes ventured over
Felicia's shoulder. "Hey Tara!"
Felicia turned her head and nodded her head at Tara in a hello gesture,
with that both tired girls walked slowly over to Tara and the new guest.
"Brandylyn Kay Brown and Felicia Benson." The new girl spoke.
Brandi's eyes grew wider, "Yeah that's us, how'd you know?"
"I know many things."
Brandi searched the girl's face, "Understood."
"And you are?" Felicia found her voice.
"Ivy Magginis, pilot of Gundam model 001 Pyro."
Ivy was not three inches than Brandi, but the air that engulfed her
and
the way she held herself gave the illusion of a giant.
Her hair was just past shoulder length and swept back to avoid any
part
in it's s design, it held a dark brunette color to it with bright honey
highlights. Black oval rimmed glasses perched on her nose neatly. The
eyes themselves were a deep muddy brown color, that bore into people
without trying. Everything about her made Brandi quiver inside, and
made
Felicia hold her head higher in a show of dominance.
Her clothing consisted of black jeans that hugged greedily to her body,
straight legged style that covered the very tops of her tennies. Her
top
consisted of a painfully plain white sleeveless tee shirt, covering
it
was a time worn and battered leather bomber jacket. The sleeve cuffs
rolled up, and the collar lying flat. On the back was a slightly
disoriented Apache helicopter that was painted to resemble a shark
and
the words Fly High around it.
"Hey, you two look beat. Let's go grab a coke and we can talk."
"Yeah, that sounds good Tara." Brandi shown a friendly smile at Ivy,
letting the tension slip from her practicably.
Felicia followed her example and began the retreat from the gym, Ivy
followed just behind her. Tara and Brandi brought up the rear side
by
side.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
"Ashley Tisdale, her Gundam is 003." Ivy stated from the armchair.
All girls were staring at the vid-screen in amazement as a Gundam slashed
a Coalition suit long ways. Brandi and Tara leaned on the edge of the
couch to get a better view and Felicia stood behind them with her arms
crossed over her chest. The Gundam they were watching had begun it's
attack on one of the Coalition's bases over an hour ago and still hadn't
fallen, much to their surprise.
"She's really kickin! What else do you know about her Ivy?" Brandi
asked
without prying her eyes from the screen.
"Not much. She's been a sniper and a demolition expert for rebels on
L6
since she was the age of six, apparently our dear Doctor K was a target.
He found use in her and put her through the process, I believe at the
age
of twelve."
"She took to the program fast."
"Yes, in record time. I don't know if she was allowed emotions like
us
though."
Tara sighed, "Let's hope so, for our sakes. What about 003 itself?"
"Ah, 003. It was designed specifically for hand to hand combat, much
like
Scorpio. It's specialized weapon is an electric current blaster, H
made
it as large as possible without effecting it's performance. It has
the
unique capability to rotate at a full three hundred sixty degrees at
the
waist and it possesses electric force shields."
The Gundam's color was black as many of theirs were, though it had
multiple places where starch white shown through. Lining the white
were
small strips of neon sky blue, and the mentioned electric blaster that
seated on it's right arm was a normal metallic gray. All of the GII's
had
a series of silver horn like structures just above their eyes, this
one's
just happened to jut out to each side of the Gundam's head like bull's
horns.
Brandi whistled, "Hyped up huh?!"
"Yes, very." Ivy's somewhat monotone voice responded before she was
once
again engulfed in watching the Gundam in battle.
"Fifty six suits, it'll take the Coalition a while to revive from this
one."
"And she's not done yet."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Brandi did a last system check in Scorpio the pivoted towards the exit
of
Tara's base. From her viewer she could see Felicia and Tara waving
to her
from the catwalk, in another she watched Pyro move with her to engage
on
their mission.
"See ya when I see ya guys!" Brandi blared as her boosters fired up.
Everyone knew inside there were very slim chances of making it out
alive
in any one of their missions, only Gundam pilots could so easily cope
with that very fact. There was always a time and a reason for them
to
loose their lives for the Alliance's noble cause, weather it be a
horrible death at the hands of the Coalition or self desructing. But
non
the less they smiled at the thought of meeting each other again.
"Yeah, dust!" Ivy called out. Using her own unique term for good bye.
The tension that had first arisen with Ivy had now faded to a distant
memory in the last two days. Now she was regarded as not just a superior
but a mother-like figure. Constantly watching over them and hovering
to
deter any form of danger, a comforting fact considering that Ivy had
indeed gotten more soldier techniques out of the Heero Yuy program
than
the other three combined.
>>>>>>>>>>>
Doctor S sighed happily at the five tubes of blue liquid, with slight
traces of a hand smear across their surfaces from Tara showing off
her
discovery.
He wheeled his way to a control panel and began flipping numerous
switches, rapidly punching in access codes into the main computer that
operated the tubes. Finally he reached up around his neck and gripped
a
chain that held a key on the end, he lowered his neck and inserted
the
key to a slot.
A whir of air emitted from the freezer above the tubes, the sound of
it
shutting down after two hundred years of service. Centimeter by drop
the
blue liquid began to disappear from the tubes at the same time.
Doc. S watched intently as Odin Lowel's eyes became visible, as well
as
the others.
"Time to come out and play boys, our girl's will be needing some help."
He whispered to the quiet room.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
Brandi grunted with pain as she was thrown against the restraints that
held her to her cock pit chair, she gritted her teeth as she waited
for
the onslaught on Scorpio to subside.
When the barrage of ammo subsided she dared to look up at her viewers,
a
thin trickle of blood dripped just in front of her eye and she wiped
at
it with her arm.
Her eyes no longer glowing with health and happiness, now filled with
the
same cold state that the other pilots experienced when fighting. They
maintained their color, though now were orbs filled with nothingness,
staring dully at her mundane situation.
And her situation now was bleak as a great understatement, four Tauruses
were walking at her in a diagonal formation. Each with their blasters
and
guns aimed right at her fallen Scorpio, and closing in to fast for
her
tastes.
"Damn."
She threw a lever at her right and Scorpio struggled slightly to stand,
sizzling and sparks flew from it's left knee. It finally stood, though
half hunched over on it's long pole, without it to steady her Brandi
seriously doubted if she'd be able to stand at all. She growled as
the
Tauruses gained more ground, she wouldn't have to wait much longer
till
they were right where she needed them.
"Come closer my pretties…."
Then they reached her tail's maximum flame thrower distance, it wouldn't
be as effective but it would give her enough time to gain her own ground
on them. Draw in then push back, it had been the style of fighting
her
brothers had taught her so many years ago.
The soldiers watched with a gasp as the tail shot above her head in
one
swift moment, like a cobra ready to strike. It wavered from side to
side
for an instant before lashing out ahead of Scorpio's main body, then
in a
movement that frighteningly resembled a rope being cracked from one
end,
it shot a massive amount of charring flames at them. The flame field
itself being fifty feet in diameter it caused three of the suits to
dissolve on impact, taking off the others right arm completely.
The last suit stood still even as Scorpio's elbow slammed into it's
chest
cavity up to the hilt, as it pulled out the suit fell backwards and
also
exploded after sizzling for a while.
Brandi crawled silently in the air vents of her newest raided base,
a
compact disc case held securely in between her teeth as she made her
way
to the exit.
Scorpio was waiting just by the base, right where the vent met the
outside air. Brandi crawled hurriedly as she heard the soldiers below
her.
"Where the hell did she go?!"
"We lost her in section twelve sir!"
"Well find her then danmit!"
Brandi smiled as she heard the other soldiers boots pounding in the
floor
away from the outraged commander. If either of them had seen how she
got
into the ventilation system they would deeply question pursuing her.
It was easy enough to climb up onto the secretary's desk, and almost
easier to use her powerful legs to launch her skywards. In this case
right at a vent shelving, causing a rivet that was just big enough
for
her to shimmy her hips through and crawl inside.
If that didn't deter them the massive body count that she left behind
would've, many wives and loved ones would be mourning over their 'brave
soldiers' losses tonight. She had stopped counting her dead long ago,
it
didn't weigh as heavily on her mind after the mission that way.
Brandi turned around in the tight space so that her feet were towards
the
vent's exit, her right foot lurched out and the cover to the vent fell
the thirty stories with a clatter. Then she scooted until she fell
out of
the vent, Scorpio's hand catching her on command then lifting her to
the
opened cockpit.
She happily hopped inside and with a slight pause for the boosters
to
warm up she was shooting in the air, the case still embedded in her
teeth.
After Scorpio was on auto pilot for Tara's base her hand reached up
and
removed the case, her eyes glowing once again. She flipped the case
open
to reveal a compact disc clearly labeled 'Gemini model plans', in short
it was the new suit that the Coalition was developing.
"Mission, complete baby!"
>>>>>>>>>>
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?!"
Ivy stood calmly with her revolver's muzzle between the other girl's
ferocious brown eyes, "Ivy Magginis, pilot of Gundam model 001 Pyro.
And
this is my friend Tara that you just took a shoot at."
Tara struggled to pull her head up to look at the other girl, "Hiya."
She
coughed out.
"I might've been doin your 'friend' a favor, she don look so good to
me."
It was true that this mission hadn't been to kind to Tara, she leaned
against the body next to her as Ivy held her close with one arm wrapped
around her waist. Tara's arm slung over Ivy's shoulder in a desperate
attempt to stay on her feet, her left eye swelling shut and the piece
of
shrapnel in her shoulder stinging immensely. Crimson liquid came at
a
trickle from the side of her mouth and other injuries.
"That's not for you to decide, she's a fellow Gundam pilot."
"Whatever, I'll apologize later when were not in the middle of a godamn
warzone!" The 003 pilot spat out at Ivy, who's brows were leveled in
temper. She slowly lowered her gun to her side.
"Agreed, we'll get to our Gundam's and you can follow us to our safehouse
not far from here."
"Oh I will?"
Ivy rolled her eyes and began to help Tara to Cyber-witch, half carrying
half dragging her the distance. Ashley watched and with a sigh made
quick
strides to their side, "Fine, I'll go."
Tara glanced at her and smiled, "We're a full team now."
Ashley allowed a smile to play over her lips at the damaged redhead,
"Yeah."
>>>>>>>>>>>
Five pairs of eyes opened slowly, flinching and quivering as they
adjusted to the lab's bright lights. Another set of gray ones stared
at
them, a happy gleam showing at the soldiers in front of him.
S allowed them time to get their barrings before rolling up to them,
warm
large comforters ready to hand out in his lap.
Cobalt blue eyes narrowed as his creaky wheelchair made it's way to
the
first naked boy, "Here."
With his eyes still narrowed his hand reached down to the blanket,
he
then slung it around his shoulders with a tiny grunt. The blanket
trailing just above the floor.
Doctor S made his way down the line of teen boys, watching intently
as
they wrapped the blankets around their shivering forms. He then wheeled
back wards to take them in, "Welcome back to the realm of the living
boys."
>>>>>>>>>>>
Brandi landed Scorpio in a lake she had come across, knowing that Scorpio
had an air supply of twenty hours in it's cockpit. She had no intention
of staying down in the lake for that long, she just needed a safe place
to sleep until she would meet the others tomorrow. Her e-mail had read
that they had found Ashley and they were on their way to Tara's which
had
become their choice safehouse, and another earlier from Felicia that
stated the same plan.
It had been one week and two days since they had last been together,
Brandi was eager to see them all. Especially the new comer, the last
addition to the GII team.
Brandi let a yawn escape, and regretted the movement as pain from her
cut
lip jolted through her body. She would need the rest of the night to
heal, so she forced herself into motionless slumber.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"Tara, Ivy, Felicia!" Brandi leapt from Scorpio and ran to the three
girls, her face absolutely glowing.
The four met half way and locked each other in a bone crushing hug,
Ivy
Felicia and Brandi no longer holding back their strength since Tara
had
completed the program.
"It's good to see you guys again!"
"Back at ya."
Someone behind them cleared it's throat, "Ahem, don't mind me."
Brandi turned to see Ashley standing with one hand on her hip smiling
at
the gathering.
Ashley had the same light chocolate skin that Felicia possessed, her
eyes
a darkened brown. Her deep brown hair hung loose just under her shoulder
blades, save for the front pieces on each side of her face which were
intricately braided and hung in front of her ears.
She sported a black sports bra and low hanging baggy black jeans, the
only thing keeping the jeans from falling to her ankles being a black
leather belt. She had silver armlets in the shape of snakes on both
sides
of her arms, multiple silver bracelets clattered together around her
wrists, and silver hoop earrings two inches big glimmered through her
hair. And a black choker sat at her neck, with a silver cross dangling
from it.
"Hi!" The joyous reunion with the others had put Brandi in an overly
friendly mood and she dragged Ashley into the group hug. Who tried
to
pull away from the insistent blonde at first, then gave in and cautiously
hugged the others back.
"We're all together! No more the Fearsome Foursome, just the GII pilots."
"Yup."
"Is that all you say?" Tara chuckled.
"Yup."
>>>>>>>>>>>
Heero Yuy walked through the immense underground house, mapping out
hallways and rooms in his mind for future reference. His jean legs
swiping together made loud annoying sounds as he prowled along. He
and
the others had to borrow clothing from the numerous mechanics around
the
estate which consisted of various pairs of ridiculously baggy jeans
and
oversized tee shirts.
Heero's own ensemble was a pair of khaki jeans with back pockets down
to
his knees and chains hanging from the pockets, an unbuttoned cornflower
blue flannel shirt that hung around his hips, and a relatively tight
fitting sleeveless white tee shirt underneath.
Heero and the others had been given detailed briefing of everything
in
this time and what had happened since their freezing. His mind pondered
over the new Gundam pilots, female pilots non the less. Wufei had been
outraged at the idea of women defending the world, while Heero himself
had been naturally curious. As he was about the training methods these
girls had followed, the exact same training that he had gone through.
It
was even named after his preferred code name, though all five females
had
been allowed feelings and emotions that he had been so cruelly deprived
of.
>>>>>>>>>>>
A large violet eye peeked through the tiny door opening followed by
a
snub nose, detecting nothing dangerous Duo Maxwell stepped into the
dark
room smiling.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" Duo's eyes darted over the
room, finding himself in a small theater like room. Complete with a
forty
foot tall viewing screen, though normal theater chairs were replaced
by
overly comfy looking recliners and love seats. Duo chuckled and flopped
himself down in one, throwing himself backwards until the chair was
fully
reclined. His arms reached up behind his head and his legs crossed
in
relaxation, his eyes slowly eased shut and he sighed happily.
Quatre slinked down the long hallway, still searching for the braided
American after an hour. He found a door that was cracked open and he
slid
inside.
"Duo? Are you in here Duo?" He called out quietly.
He leaned closer to the room and noted muted snoring, with a smile
he
made his way to the leather chair that was emitting the sounds of
slumber.
He found Duo sprawled out on the chair in his new modern day garments.
His coal black tee shirt was about two sizes too big and hung past
his
slim hips, on it was a band's symbol that read Papa Roach. Like Heero
he
had chosen a pair of baggy khaki pants to finish his ensemble, that
were
loose fitting as an understatement. He sported a black backwards cap
over
his head and a familiar gold cross hung on top of his shirt.
Quatre himself had received an oversized blue tee shirt with a lighter
blue longsleeve underneath and relatively simple baggy blue jeans,
removing the padlock like chains from the pockets was the first thing
the
small blonde had done.
Duo batted away Quatre's insistent hand shaking him awake, "Mhhpm,
go'way!"
"Duo, wake up Duo! The GII pilots are on they're way, don't you want
to
meet them?"
Suddenly Duo wrenched up in his seat, startling Quatre immensely. He
hopped of the chair and swung his arm over Quatre's shoulders, steering
him form the movie room.
"Why didn't you say so Q-man?! Let's go!"
Quatre smiled and let Duo half drag him to the kitchen where Wufei
was,
not knowing where either Trowa nor Heero were in the gigantic house.
Trowa stood silently in the glassed observatory over the hanger, leaning
with his back against the strong glass planes of the structure.
He glanced down at his clothing, consisting of baggy blue stone washed
jeans that Trowa had rolled up so they covered only the very top portion
of his light tan hiking boots. His top was unlike the others' in that
it
was just his size, clinging nicely to his muscular upper half in a
fabric
much more durable than tee shirts. It was a simple with design with
a mid
neck high collar.
He looked again at the hanger where the mechanics were milling around
frantically, Trowa noted the apprehension of a mobile suit arrival.
His
memories of working for the Barton family suddenly arising, it wasn't
so
different from the excitement down below him. With an inward sigh he
waited for the arrival that was causing so much commotion.
"Hey Wu-man!" Duo called from the kitchen door.
Wufei gritted his teeth and cast a death glare at the almighty annoyance.
"I told you not to call me that Maxwell."
"Hello Wufei!" Quatre called from Duo's side.
Wufei nodded his head in response and went back to absently stirring
his
Jasmine tea, growling slightly as Duo bounded over to him and flopped
down in the adjoining dinning table chair.
"You'll never guess who's coming today Wu!"
"The GII pilots are."
Duo looked grief stricken, "How'd you find out?"
"I spoke with Doctor S this morning, not that it's any of your concern."
"Oh, well ya wanna come with us an see em?"
Wufei considered it for a moment before standing and making his way
out
of the suddenly crowded kitchen.
His jeans had a metallic sheen to their dark blue color, and he wore
red,
white, and black sports jersey that read Chicago Bulls on the front
and
the number twenty four Jordan on the back. The jerseys low hanging
sleeves giving off glimpses of slightly muscled bronze chest.
"Let's go." With Wufei's command Duo jumped up happily and the three
proceeded to the hanger doors.
>>>>>>>>>>
Brandi watched Pyro at the head of their flying formation.
Pyro was starch white in it's base coloring, with bright red, yellow,
and
royal blue trimming. The cockpit door was placed just below a giant
orb/gem that was lime green in color. On both arms giant beam cannons
were seated, along with a bright green light saber that clung to it's
right thigh. The only one on their team without a trace of black
coloring.
Cyber-witch held it's position just behind her on the left side, with
Ashley's Hell-spawn right on it's tail. On Ivy's right Scorpio flew
swiftly, then followed by Druid.
"It's too damn quiet." Ashley complained on one view screen.
"Yeah, any one got tunes?" Tara quipped.
Brandi flipped down her ear piece, "Got it covered," she gave the mic
various commands as the others watched with interest. Suddenly music
blared from each one of their speakers, everyone remained silent for
a
moment as they tried to recognize the drum rips.
Ashley's eyes lighted up as the song began, "Ya'll gonna make me loose
my
mind!"
"Up in here, up in here!" Brandi hollered back.
Soon every girl was singing along to the hard rap music, from hundreds
of
years ago.
>>>>>>>>>>
Duo blinked as a light came from the hangers hallway to the outside
world, straining to maybe see something. Heero had joined Duo the
wheelchair seated Doctor and the other two pilots, Trowa still stood
in
the observatory now facing the hanger.
Finally a huge starch white foot could bee see coming down the hall,
followed by the rest of a magnificent Gundam. Heero's eyes widened
at the
sight of it, looking like a very close replica of Wing.
Two hellish looking suits followed in on both sides of it, one a dervish
black and purple combination the other satanic blood red and black.
Following right behind them were a shaded blue colored mech and yet
another black color based one with white offstandings.
Duo whistled next to Heero, "Damn! Scary lookin things aren't they?!"
"Maxwell, open mouth insert braid."
"Sheesh Wu-man, you sure are grouchy!"
A growl and a shush sound from Quatre was his response, "Fine."
Heero ignored the chattering practicably, staring unblinking at the
suits
that at the present time were stopping in five side by side slots for
repairs. All suits were guided in easily the controlled to kneel down
in
their slots, a shish of air emitting from their knee hydraulics as
they
settled.
Six sets of eyes watched as the cockpit doors opened one by one opened,
and five small figures stepped out onto the edges of them. Then in
styles
varying from simply falling to performing complex flips and turns they
made their way to the ground still far below them.
Felicia was the first to hit the ground followed by Tara and Brandi
at
the exact same instant, Ivy was the last to thump on the ground.
Still with shining smiles on their faces the others paced over to where
Ivy was staring at the hanger doors.
"Ivy?" Brandi's soft voice asked her, with the slightest hint of concern
for the fact that Ivy's brows were knitted together in…..anger?
Ivy nodded her head in the direction of the doors and the other's
followed her gaze, upon her discovery Brandi and Tara gasped while
the
others stood cluelessly.
"Um, are those new mechanics?"
Tara and Brandi looked at each other wide eyed, then back at their
visitors. "No, those are…….the original Gundam pilots." Tara capped
barely above a whisper.
Ivy and Heero's eyes were locked from the instant she looked up from
her
jump, each holding the same look to their eyes. Each feeling the need
to
threaten the other, only succeeding in falling into their eyes depths.
Duo gave the girls a crooked grin, and waving with his hand at the
redhead who's intense caramel eyes were on him.
"Hey there!"
He began to walk down the door ramp to where they stood, Doc. S wheeled
behind him. With a plastered smile the blonde haired Quatre then galloped
to catch up with them, Wufei crossed his arms and followed silently.
Heero stood his ground smugly though still engulfed in his staring
contest, while Trowa watched with slight amusement from high above.
"The name's Duo Maxwell, I may run and hide but I never lie. That's
me in
a nutshell!" Brandi smiled at him and shook his hand happily.
"Brandi Brown, I…I…I don't have a modo." Duo chuckled with her at her
joke then moved down the line of pretty girls.
"Felicia Benson, hey there."
"Ivy Magginis." She stated in monotone without giving him the slightest
glance.
He came to the redhead and a slight blush crept to her cheeks, "Tara
Prososki."
Duo turned on the charm and winked at her, "He~ey." She smiled sweetly
at
him then turned to greet Quatre who was following Duo.
"Ashley Tisdale, wassup."
Quatre came to her, and only a blind man couldn't see the change in
his
demeanor. As he did with the other girls he took her hand in his and
raised it to his lips, placing a butterfly kiss on it as his formal
teachings from childhood came racing back to him. The heir to the Winner
throne was expected to such formalities.
"Quatre Rababa Winner, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Tisdale."
"Wow, what a gentleman! No need to be that formal, just call me Ashley
okay?"
"Okay, agreed."
Ashley's glare would've melted others as Brandi and Tara were caught
making kissy faces at the two, a promise of a slow painful death in
her
brown orbs. Quatre blushed to hits roots.
Wufei stood a fair distance off watching the proceedings, his keen
black
eyes taking in the already bonding teens and the sparks flying between
the 'braided noucience' and the redheaded female Tara. And sparks of
a
completely different kind between Heero behind him and the female with
glasses.
For perhaps the first time in his life Wufei was caught off guard as
a
chocolate skinned female suddenly appeared next to his side, she beamed
a
smile at him and his voice suddenly faltered.
"Hello, my name's Felicia Sophia Michelle Benson." She offered her
hand
and Wufei took it in his bronzed one, he dared to look up into eyes
that
matched his own.
"I…..Wufei Chang."
"Nice to meet you." He gave her a slight smile in response and nodded
his
head.
Trowa leaned further against the glass, his emerald eyes straining to
make the figures below clearer. His eyes darted to the smallest of
the
group, a girl with short sandy blonde hair who was in the process of
bounding over to Duo. He met her half way and she beamed a toothy grin
at
him, both chattering wildly with the redhead.
As Duo turned his attention on Tara the blonde's eyes slowly lifted
to
where Trowa stood in the observatory, her face softened and her toothy
smile widened as she saw him. His expression never changed, he just
stared back at her and she kept her happy face pinned on him. Her smoke
filled green jewels boring into his forest green ones, he let the
microscopic hint of a smile lift one corner of his mouth at her. Then
Felicia dragged a protesting Wufei over to her and forced him to
introduce himself, wavering the small girls attention from the lone
boy
above.
>>>>>>>>>>
Brandi was in the library a few hours later, struggling to reach a book
on the top shelf. Even when she stood on a nearby footstool it was
just
out of her reach, she hopped off the footstool and glared at the book.
"A curse upon all top shelves." She muttered.
With a sigh she lowered her head and went to ask for help, she bumped
into a solid figure and her eyes shot up. Standing there was Trowa
Barton, the book she had been trying desperately to grab in his hand.
"Did you want this?"
Brandi's face blushed furiously as she stared at the good looking boy,
she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "Want what?"
He glanced at the thick book, "Did you want this book?"
She laughed airily, "Oh the book! Um, yeah thank you." Her tiny hand
reached out and took it from him, her hand lingering slightly.
"It's all right." He turned and began his retreat from the room, her
eyes
still locked on him.
"Hey, hold on a second!" She called when he was just inches out the
library doors, he glanced sideways at her and raised an eyebrow in
question.
She batted her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Don't you wanna know my name?"
"It's Brandylyn." With that he left completely.
Brandi waited to make sure he hadn't hung around, "Humina, humina!"
She
performed an exaggerated faint on one of the library couches.
Outside the door Trowa let a rarely seen smile cross his lips, he then
made his way further into the house.
>>>>>>>>
"You know, you could help us blondie." Ashley grumbled as she and the
others worked at the kitchen counter preparing dinner.
"Mmmm, I could. But what fun would I get out of that?" Brandi answered
from the table, pausing in her book reading.
Tara glanced over her shoulder at the blonde, "What are you reading?"
"The Daughter of Strangers."
"Any good?" Ashley asked.
"So far, but I'm only on the fortieth chapter."
Tara scoffed, "Didn't you just start that thing?!"
"Speed reading." Felicia stated while dicing veggies with quick
precision.
"Hey, should we wear something formal for this little dinner?"
"I don't see why, besides the boys don't have any clothing for that
kind
of dinner. You can dress up though if that's what you want Tara."
Tara raspberried Felicia, "I was just double checking, so I could save
Brandi from wearing a dress!"
Brandi flipped a page in her thick book, "Cough, cough, bullshniet,
cough."
"Where's Ivy, anyone know?"
"Um, she and Heero are still tinkering with Pyro."
"Tinkering?!"
"Yeah, he piloted it early this morning. Didn't you hear it?! It woke
me
up around four." Brandi stated.
"If it woke you up it must mean he flies like you." Felicia joked from
the counter.
"Hey, so I tend to rev up a little. You do too!"
"Not to the point where innocent bystanders go deaf."
Brandi poked her tongue out and went back to her reading.
>>>>>>>>>>
Three months since that week at Tara's base, three months since one
happy
moment in the teens lives. Later that week the Coalition had launched
a
massive attack on the colonies at the same exact instant, leaving each
one in the hands of the GII pilots.
Brandi sat pitifully on her cell's cold floor, her hands and feet cuffed
together.
She suddenly wished she hadn't pulled that little escape attempt of
hers,
then they might have consented to leave her feet free. Though she smirked
self righteously at how far she had gotten from this horrid cell, right
up to the hanger and out the door with a Taurus. Then a fleet of thirty
or so engulfed her, the battle itself was more than worthy of intensive
care but they had instead bodily thrown her back in without so much
as a
band aid. Every seven hours or so a soldier would come in and try to
get
information from her by means of pain infliction, finding it the only
method since she was immune to any truth serum available due to her
program.
Her left eye was swelling shut, at least five of her ribs were broken,
her lung was punctured, and along with uncountable cuts and bruises
she
expected there to be some internal bleeding. She ignored the pain and
sat
with her legs sprawled out and her back against the steel wall, hands
resting in her lap. Waiting for the next soldier, waiting for anything
but this defining silence.
The heavy door swung open, as thick as a man's body, and the tiny bit
of
bright light caught Brandi's dilated eyes. She squinted to make out
the
figure of a man holding a riffle in the Coalition uniform.
"Hey man, long time no see." She croaked out, giving the scowling man
an
over annoying smile.
"Silence, Gundam brat."
"Urgh, here I am trying to be friendly in a bad situation and you're
being an ass!"
No more talking is heard as he delivers a silencing kick to her mid
section, she rolls from the blow and weakly cough up crimson liquid.
Brandi's mid section heaves as he bends down to her ear.
"Where is the GII base?"
Nothing, he backhands her face.
"Where are the other pilots?"
"I've told you before, even if I did know it wouldn't help you."
"Oh, and why is that?"
She raises her face to him and leers with a frighteningly peaceful
face,
"Because they wouldn't be restrained, and in short they'd kick your
men's
asses."
In a fury he shoots out with his right hand, gripping her throat tightly.
Then in one fluid movement he stands and throws her into the steel
wall,
her head taking the full impact and her feet dangling three feet from
the
floor.
"You have a damn foul mouth girly! Did you know that?!"
Her hands reach up to pry his own away, her face turning an interesting
color.
"Sergeant Davis, that's enough."
Two pairs of eyes turn to the doorway, where a small figure stands
solemnly.
"Sir?!"
"I said that's good, put her down."
With a growl he obliges, with a release Brandi's small body topples
to
the floor without so much as a grunt. Davis kicks her ribs one last
time
before departing. He gives the smaller, younger figure at the door
a
menacing look before stomping down the hall.
Wufei scowls at him, then walks over to the mass of girl on the floor.
"Brandi?"
She groans weakly and turns her face to look up into coal black eyes,
unable to speak from the onslaught she nods to acknowledge his presence.
"Are you injured badly?"
"I'm….fine Wufei thanks."
He brushes a bloody strand of hair from her face, "You need to hold
out
until tomorrow, the others will be attacking this port."
"No problem, I'll last. What about Scorpio?"
Wufei shook his head and his eyes lowered, "Consider it part of the
Coalition army."
Author's rants- Aren't you getting tired of these things lately?! You've
especially gotta be P.Oed that I keep ending the stories without a
decent
ending! I'll do a part two to this, and most likely a part three if
I get
time. Yup, more testament to the life I'll never have!
