Intruder - Part Thirty-nine
The Final Battle...
The four of them swung around to see what had worried the 'emotionless' pilot.
They soon understood why he'd broken his mask.
There were five Gundams there, in an unwavering row.
On the far left, Wing Zero.
Next to that, the Deathscythe Hell.
In the middle, another HeavyArms.
The fourth was Sandrock.
The last, on the right end of the line, Altron.
"Crap!" Quatre exclaimed.
"You said it pal." Duo agreed.
"Ok, pair up. The easiest way to face them is against yourself."
"Easy!? You're kiddin' right?"
"This should be interesting." Trowa mused.
Wufei said nothing; he just looked at his copy, and smiled. He'd got another opponent. What could possibly be harder than fighting himself?
He waited until he'd calmed himself, being over-enthusiastic could be lethal.
Then he was ready.
"RAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" He cried out in delight, and for the second time this battle, was the first to break their side's ranks.
~ Hell, why not! ~ Duo thought, and leapt into action, roaring all the way.
'Noisy lot.' Trowa said, eyeing up his opponent.
Not that he really needed to, as the pilot of HeavyArms, he knew it inside out - literally.
Heero could have sat there for an eternity, but the two of his side had begun their battles, and he didn't want to be last, so the third would do him fine.
He charged past Trowa and Quatre, and slammed into the fight with Wing Zero.
Quatre watched them fighting furiously, and felt alone. He looked to his mirror image, then to Trowa. Trowa looked at him, and they both nodded.
"Yaahhh!" Quatre shouted, as he flew at his copy, Trowa at his side, heading for his.
Had they been fighting on Earth, or on the colonies, there would have been an enormous clamor of their fights, but in space it was eerily quiet, the only sounds was of the echoing hits and the heavy breathing and intermittent cries of the pilots.
Ten minutes since the beginning of the battle, and there were still no obvious winners.
(Except for Quatre, ^_~)
The opposing side was showing no mercy, but neither were the Gundam guys.
Suddenly Heero saw his opportunity and went for it, two-handedly swinging down his saber into the lower half of his reflection. The Wing Zero stayed the same, but its base was broken, below its right knee, only projection and empty space.
"Hah!" he said, and went in again, bringing his beam sword under the holographic armor 'skirt' of the enemy. Unfortunately he was unsuccessful, and received a massive thud on his chest as it kicked him with its remaining leg. Caught off guard, but not unaware, he sliced through it, and the other foot floated away into space.
It wouldn't kick him again in a hurry.
The enemy Zero, minus its legs, was having difficulty maneuvering, as without the proper balance, a space journey could be lethal, let alone a battle against one of the most feared pilots in the Earth Sphere. But, like a cat with a mouse, Heero played with it, enjoying the fight, confusing or not.
Wufei was not having quite as much luck, yet luck was no substitute for pure skill.
He had knocked away the enemy's trident, and was now sword-fighting with its arm.
(Kinda like Trunks and Goku in DBZ ^_~)
These enemies were made from Gundanium, although again, not completely. It was just a matter of time before he found a weak spot.
Fortunately it seemed that the bases on which the Gundam's image was portrayed, was nowhere near as good as the real thing, although it did give a good fight. The 'Intruder' Gundams only had the chosen main weapon, which also made it weaker.
It seemed that the enemy who had created these had relied on power and skilled programming rather than actual intelligence, so they did not recognize if pieces of them had disappeared. This meant that it kept lashing out with its non-existent spear, expecting to do damage. It was after one of these attacks, when Wufei did indeed find the enemy's weak spot, the cockpit. Since it had no pilot, there had been no demand to protect him (or her), so the armor was thin, and not Gundanium.
The false Altron swung its arms up, in a double-handed strike, and had it had a weapon, this would have been a good move.
But Wufei sought to destroy it, and thrust his own trident directly beneath the arms and straight through the hollow main body of the machine.
Initially, he felt a wave of disappointment flow over him - it had not exploded.
It should have, as the self-destruct was positioned on the Gundam's backs, behind the pilot. Even if it hadn't detonated, it would no longer attack, with no pilot, no control. But this was a doll, and he continued the fight.
Trowa had been avoiding the fire from the gun of his enemy; he knew exactly what it could do if it hit. After the first five minutes however, it seemed that it suffered from one of his usual problems - the absence of ammo. He flew in circles around it, till he'd watched each flap open and close unsuccessfully. He had discovered by know, by taking glances at the others, that the copies didn't have any Vulcan guns or additional weaponry other than the main, so once the gun was out, it was pretty useless.
Surprisingly, he felt pity for it, and realized his position more than ever.
~ How many times have I willingly put myself in that position? ~ He asked himself.
~ More times than you'd care to remember...finish this now. ~
Taking his own advice, he did, and did his trademark move, the triple somersault knife slash. It was harder in space, there was no gravity to steady him, but he was a professional acrobat, and this proved no problem.
He brought the blade smashing down onto the enemy. It should have pierced and split the head, but it had moved ever so slightly to the right, it's left, and caused him to miss, slicing off the blade arm, it's only defense.
For the second time in the last half-hour, he found himself wanting a beam weapon.
~ That would have blown it instantly. ~
Well, he couldn't have one, so he'd just have to finish it his own way, and if that meant he had to chop it into so many different pieces, then so be it.
~ Better get started then. ~
Quatre had been having some difficulty attacking this opponent, it wasn't that he was any less capable than the others, but he was the only one facing two single hand weapons. His twin heat blades had won him many fights, but they could prove to be his undoing in this one. Watching where both of them were at once was more difficult than watching Wufei and Trowa in the gym.
Now he knew how his previous enemies had felt when faced with the desert Gundam, Sandrock. He was keeping the fight pretty even, relying more on instinct than on sight.
Then he had an idea. He activated the front thrusters and shot backwards, into empty space, then threw both of them at once at the target Sandrock. They glowed red hot as they flew through the blackness of space, and watched as they shrank.
The enemy dived out of the way, just in time, as one of them scratched across its reactor. Then copied Quatre's move with its own, and the blonde watched as they came closer, closer...Just before impact he sprung over them, and twisted backwards and down behind them, arms outstretched and he was rewarded with two simultaneous thuds in the Gundam's hands. It was a very difficult move, but somehow he managed it, training with Trowa had paid off, big time.
This left him with two blades, and he now faced the enemy - with none.
He clashed them together, just for the hell of it, and they sparked, glittering with the stars. Taking his eyes off his adversary for a second, he hit a button, which had been recently installed. They effect of this could not be seen, but the scanner blipped, and two white dots on the horizon grew in size.
The unarmed Sandrock was staring at Quatre, watching for the next attack.
It never saw it coming. The red glow reflected on its armor underneath the projection, for less than a second, then it exploded in a ball of flame.
"YES!" Quatre shouted, it had been a direct hit. The button had been a homing beacon for his two blades, a late adjustment to his control panel, by himself and Duo on a slow day. His previous attack had given him the idea, as it had scratched across the reactor it had almost been an arrow, pointing at his target. Looking around he found the others spotted around, still fighting. He still smiled proudly; he'd won.
Duo Maxwell had had enough. He and his counterpart had been trading blows for ages now, and he knew that the only main weakness of his Deathscythe was he - the pilot.
The doll had no human pilot, therefore would not tire.
Duo wasn't done yet, but with every blow they traded and shared, he felt, was one closer to his eventual wearied failure.
Failure. It was something he had good knowledge of, especially on some particular occasions - the Lunar Base being one he'd never forget.
'I will not fail. Not yet.' "You hear me?! I'm NOT DONE YET!!!"
Somehow, shouting now boosted his confidence in himself, which had been on leave since the incident with the tape of him in the System Control. It had been gradually coming back, like a slow trickle of water. This had faded when he came face to face with Father Maxwell in the Docking Bay, but then re-strengthened when he and Wufei survived the deadly explosion. Now he was almost there, so close to his goal...
"Shall we have some fun, hey Deathscythe?"
He kicked the opposition away, and threw his weight into swinging his scythe - but he wasn't aiming for the enemy. His intent became clear as the end of it lengthened, and the double bladed beam scythe was activated.
He grinned wildly; his eyes sparkled as if they were somehow reflecting the stars.
The green-white glow brightened, shining like a signal flare.
He swung it experimentally; it was perfectly balanced.
Outside of the cockpit, from the view of the enemy, the Deathscythe spread its wings, and its eyes became as bright as the scythe it held, a menacing angel of death.
The Destroyer smiled wickedly.
"Now, the fun begins..."
The Final Battle...
The four of them swung around to see what had worried the 'emotionless' pilot.
They soon understood why he'd broken his mask.
There were five Gundams there, in an unwavering row.
On the far left, Wing Zero.
Next to that, the Deathscythe Hell.
In the middle, another HeavyArms.
The fourth was Sandrock.
The last, on the right end of the line, Altron.
"Crap!" Quatre exclaimed.
"You said it pal." Duo agreed.
"Ok, pair up. The easiest way to face them is against yourself."
"Easy!? You're kiddin' right?"
"This should be interesting." Trowa mused.
Wufei said nothing; he just looked at his copy, and smiled. He'd got another opponent. What could possibly be harder than fighting himself?
He waited until he'd calmed himself, being over-enthusiastic could be lethal.
Then he was ready.
"RAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" He cried out in delight, and for the second time this battle, was the first to break their side's ranks.
~ Hell, why not! ~ Duo thought, and leapt into action, roaring all the way.
'Noisy lot.' Trowa said, eyeing up his opponent.
Not that he really needed to, as the pilot of HeavyArms, he knew it inside out - literally.
Heero could have sat there for an eternity, but the two of his side had begun their battles, and he didn't want to be last, so the third would do him fine.
He charged past Trowa and Quatre, and slammed into the fight with Wing Zero.
Quatre watched them fighting furiously, and felt alone. He looked to his mirror image, then to Trowa. Trowa looked at him, and they both nodded.
"Yaahhh!" Quatre shouted, as he flew at his copy, Trowa at his side, heading for his.
Had they been fighting on Earth, or on the colonies, there would have been an enormous clamor of their fights, but in space it was eerily quiet, the only sounds was of the echoing hits and the heavy breathing and intermittent cries of the pilots.
Ten minutes since the beginning of the battle, and there were still no obvious winners.
(Except for Quatre, ^_~)
The opposing side was showing no mercy, but neither were the Gundam guys.
Suddenly Heero saw his opportunity and went for it, two-handedly swinging down his saber into the lower half of his reflection. The Wing Zero stayed the same, but its base was broken, below its right knee, only projection and empty space.
"Hah!" he said, and went in again, bringing his beam sword under the holographic armor 'skirt' of the enemy. Unfortunately he was unsuccessful, and received a massive thud on his chest as it kicked him with its remaining leg. Caught off guard, but not unaware, he sliced through it, and the other foot floated away into space.
It wouldn't kick him again in a hurry.
The enemy Zero, minus its legs, was having difficulty maneuvering, as without the proper balance, a space journey could be lethal, let alone a battle against one of the most feared pilots in the Earth Sphere. But, like a cat with a mouse, Heero played with it, enjoying the fight, confusing or not.
Wufei was not having quite as much luck, yet luck was no substitute for pure skill.
He had knocked away the enemy's trident, and was now sword-fighting with its arm.
(Kinda like Trunks and Goku in DBZ ^_~)
These enemies were made from Gundanium, although again, not completely. It was just a matter of time before he found a weak spot.
Fortunately it seemed that the bases on which the Gundam's image was portrayed, was nowhere near as good as the real thing, although it did give a good fight. The 'Intruder' Gundams only had the chosen main weapon, which also made it weaker.
It seemed that the enemy who had created these had relied on power and skilled programming rather than actual intelligence, so they did not recognize if pieces of them had disappeared. This meant that it kept lashing out with its non-existent spear, expecting to do damage. It was after one of these attacks, when Wufei did indeed find the enemy's weak spot, the cockpit. Since it had no pilot, there had been no demand to protect him (or her), so the armor was thin, and not Gundanium.
The false Altron swung its arms up, in a double-handed strike, and had it had a weapon, this would have been a good move.
But Wufei sought to destroy it, and thrust his own trident directly beneath the arms and straight through the hollow main body of the machine.
Initially, he felt a wave of disappointment flow over him - it had not exploded.
It should have, as the self-destruct was positioned on the Gundam's backs, behind the pilot. Even if it hadn't detonated, it would no longer attack, with no pilot, no control. But this was a doll, and he continued the fight.
Trowa had been avoiding the fire from the gun of his enemy; he knew exactly what it could do if it hit. After the first five minutes however, it seemed that it suffered from one of his usual problems - the absence of ammo. He flew in circles around it, till he'd watched each flap open and close unsuccessfully. He had discovered by know, by taking glances at the others, that the copies didn't have any Vulcan guns or additional weaponry other than the main, so once the gun was out, it was pretty useless.
Surprisingly, he felt pity for it, and realized his position more than ever.
~ How many times have I willingly put myself in that position? ~ He asked himself.
~ More times than you'd care to remember...finish this now. ~
Taking his own advice, he did, and did his trademark move, the triple somersault knife slash. It was harder in space, there was no gravity to steady him, but he was a professional acrobat, and this proved no problem.
He brought the blade smashing down onto the enemy. It should have pierced and split the head, but it had moved ever so slightly to the right, it's left, and caused him to miss, slicing off the blade arm, it's only defense.
For the second time in the last half-hour, he found himself wanting a beam weapon.
~ That would have blown it instantly. ~
Well, he couldn't have one, so he'd just have to finish it his own way, and if that meant he had to chop it into so many different pieces, then so be it.
~ Better get started then. ~
Quatre had been having some difficulty attacking this opponent, it wasn't that he was any less capable than the others, but he was the only one facing two single hand weapons. His twin heat blades had won him many fights, but they could prove to be his undoing in this one. Watching where both of them were at once was more difficult than watching Wufei and Trowa in the gym.
Now he knew how his previous enemies had felt when faced with the desert Gundam, Sandrock. He was keeping the fight pretty even, relying more on instinct than on sight.
Then he had an idea. He activated the front thrusters and shot backwards, into empty space, then threw both of them at once at the target Sandrock. They glowed red hot as they flew through the blackness of space, and watched as they shrank.
The enemy dived out of the way, just in time, as one of them scratched across its reactor. Then copied Quatre's move with its own, and the blonde watched as they came closer, closer...Just before impact he sprung over them, and twisted backwards and down behind them, arms outstretched and he was rewarded with two simultaneous thuds in the Gundam's hands. It was a very difficult move, but somehow he managed it, training with Trowa had paid off, big time.
This left him with two blades, and he now faced the enemy - with none.
He clashed them together, just for the hell of it, and they sparked, glittering with the stars. Taking his eyes off his adversary for a second, he hit a button, which had been recently installed. They effect of this could not be seen, but the scanner blipped, and two white dots on the horizon grew in size.
The unarmed Sandrock was staring at Quatre, watching for the next attack.
It never saw it coming. The red glow reflected on its armor underneath the projection, for less than a second, then it exploded in a ball of flame.
"YES!" Quatre shouted, it had been a direct hit. The button had been a homing beacon for his two blades, a late adjustment to his control panel, by himself and Duo on a slow day. His previous attack had given him the idea, as it had scratched across the reactor it had almost been an arrow, pointing at his target. Looking around he found the others spotted around, still fighting. He still smiled proudly; he'd won.
Duo Maxwell had had enough. He and his counterpart had been trading blows for ages now, and he knew that the only main weakness of his Deathscythe was he - the pilot.
The doll had no human pilot, therefore would not tire.
Duo wasn't done yet, but with every blow they traded and shared, he felt, was one closer to his eventual wearied failure.
Failure. It was something he had good knowledge of, especially on some particular occasions - the Lunar Base being one he'd never forget.
'I will not fail. Not yet.' "You hear me?! I'm NOT DONE YET!!!"
Somehow, shouting now boosted his confidence in himself, which had been on leave since the incident with the tape of him in the System Control. It had been gradually coming back, like a slow trickle of water. This had faded when he came face to face with Father Maxwell in the Docking Bay, but then re-strengthened when he and Wufei survived the deadly explosion. Now he was almost there, so close to his goal...
"Shall we have some fun, hey Deathscythe?"
He kicked the opposition away, and threw his weight into swinging his scythe - but he wasn't aiming for the enemy. His intent became clear as the end of it lengthened, and the double bladed beam scythe was activated.
He grinned wildly; his eyes sparkled as if they were somehow reflecting the stars.
The green-white glow brightened, shining like a signal flare.
He swung it experimentally; it was perfectly balanced.
Outside of the cockpit, from the view of the enemy, the Deathscythe spread its wings, and its eyes became as bright as the scythe it held, a menacing angel of death.
The Destroyer smiled wickedly.
"Now, the fun begins..."