It's...well...almost done. I sorta got into a hurry mode and well, here it is. The final chapter is almost up where it'll cover most of the loose ends that I've left hanging...as well as leaving some open for your imagination...
~Bomb Go Boom~
*Force of the Future*
Location: New Richmond, Virginia
"Mr. Barton!" an officer called from some controls behind a mobile suit. "The bomb is coming within vicinity grid 24 by 47!"
Trowa whirled around, tapping on the head set. "Okay, squad 7, proceed with the attack pattern Omega," he ordered emotionless, brushing his hair back, his stormy eyes casted out to the sea. "Your mission objective is to thrust the warhead upward, or away from the coastline, but be warned that if you shoot it anywhere else other than above, other countries would be in threat. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," they chimed.
Trowa nodded empathically."Godspeed."
"Thank you, sir," they chimed.
Trowa sighed as he watched seven mobile suits skid their way off towards the horizon, where the continent's peril awaits them. Succeed, and fame shall be theirs as well as the safety of the millions of people who live on the continents. Fail, and everything perishes. Yes, the risk was right there.
He then remembered what Andie was telling him...
He turned and ran towards a mobile suit nearby, its occupant perched on top. With three swift and quick jumps, he pulled the officer off the suit with him protesting before entering the suit.
"I will do everything I can to stop that warhead," he muttered to himself as he took off from the coast, "even if it means giving up my life for them all..."
"You were a bad girl all along, Maureen, huh?" Duo asked seriously, his hands on his hips. "Geez, I should've known...things just didn't add up with you...and what you did to me back at the apartment? Ha ha, nice excuse to pry me away from the thing I loved the most..."
Hepburn grunted, smiling. "You didn't fall for it like other men did."
Oh, that set him off. Duo was about to lash out at her if Andie didn't come between them. "I am not like other men!" he shouted angrily at Hepburn, who had a stupid look on her face. "I am the GOD OF DEATH!"
Hepburn laughed. "Yeah, like I believe that!"
"Stop playing with them, with him, Maureen," Greg Nasedo snapped, waving his hand insistently at the anxious ex-Preventer. "We have better things to do that play with these Preventer scum."
"Scum?!" Duo cried incredulously. "Speak for yourself, old man."
Greg Nasedo smiled with pleasure at Duo. "Really, fighter?" he asked smoothly. "Unlike my anxious little buck of a cooperative here, I do not toy with my victims' emotions. After all, they are on the edge of death, so no use of torturing them even more, huh?"
"Go to hell," Duo spat.
"I am in hell," Nasedo countered calmly. "Sweet, huh?"
Duo rolled his eyes. There's no end to the madness!
Andie narrowed her eyes in anger. "You are a terrorist."
"I am, ain't I?" he asked, amused. "The entire idea was supposed to make the entire continent panic with chaos and give in to us and destroy the entire foundation of the Peace Ministry."
"By eradicating the head, Dorlian?" Duo sneered.
"Exactly," Nasedo complied, walking about. "Then again, we also knew that you Gundam boys wouldn't stand back and watch one of their...innocence...be taken like that. Ahhh...we had so little time and so many things to deal with." He shook his head. "No more idol chit chat. Time to face your Maker and then get the hell out of this place. Wouldn't want to be here when it blows."
"Dry humour," Duo pointed out flatly. "How enchanting."
Nasedo gestured towards Hepburn. "Kill them."
Hepburn smiled, clicking the pistol. "With pleasure."
Andie stepped back. "Got any birght ideas?"
Duo smiled ueasily. "I was hoping you do."
"Then we are doomed," Andie groaned.
Duo sighed, jabbing his hands in his pockets when he felt something hard hit his hand. It was round; yes! It was a grenade. He had armed himself with a couple of toys before leaving to New Richmond, in case trouble had emerged. It appeared he was right.
"Andie," he whispered, "on the count of three, duck for cover, alright?"
She blinked in confusion. "Right."
"One..."
"Say sayonara, Duo," Hepburn cooed.
"...two..."
"I don't think so, Hepburn," Duo replied, smiling.
"Huh?" she grunted, confused.
He grinned again. "Three!" At the corner of his eyes, Andie ran and dodged for cover behind some metal cartons as he pulled the key of the grenade and threw it at Hepburn and Nasedo. He then ran for cover as it set off, the explosion ringing their ears.
"Run, run, run!" Duo shouted, as he pulled out a hidden gun.
"Now you tell me you're armed!" Andie gasped.
"Part of the job, Ms. Rodriguez!" Duo panted.
"Mr. Barton."
Trowa made his way straight towards the incoming warhead in the suit.
"Mr, Barton, please respond."
Trowa threw the headset aside and concentrated hard. The clock was ticking. On a secondary screen, he read they had only five minutes. He looked around the warhead. The suits he had ordered to send out and intercept were scattered about the waters, exhausted from their trials.
He opened a transmission to the others. "Report."
"The warhead...it won't...stop..."
"Did it change it's trajectory?" Trowa asked.
"No...sir...I'm...sorry."
Trowa pressed his lips together.
I will succeed where others have fallen...
He tapped at the controls, making the suit move right in an intercept course with the warhead's trajectory. Once the flight matched the trajectory of the warhead, he braced himself for the impact. He could brace himself onto the warhead and shoot it upward with himself still hanging on, until it explodes.
He would meet his ultimate demise.
But he would sacrifice his life for them.
He told Andie he would if it ever came to it.
Nonetheless.
"Sir? Sir, what are you doing?"
Trowa lifted a finger and severed transmission.
The warhead was on a fast velocity approach. The sensors picked it up almost immediately as it came to his eye view. He switched his modes, preparing himself for the brace. The computer initiated a countdown sequence as the warhead hurled towards him.
Impact on five...four...
I'm sorry, Catherine, he thought sadly. This would break her heart. He had promised he'd return...now he would return in a casket...
Three...two...
Suddenly, the warhead simply dropped from its orbit and crashed into the ocean without so much of a thud. He could see the warhead sink deeper and deeper into the depths and onto the ocean floor. He was shocked; he was at the edge of death.
Suddenly, a screen appeared at a secondary screen and he saw Quatre's smiling face. "Hey, Trowa," he greeted in a giddy mode. "Sorry to shock you like that, but I found a remote that can terminate the warhead's trajectory."
Trowa blew out a sigh of relief.
*End of Chapter*
Poor Trowa. What do you think? R&R!
~Bomb Go Boom~
*Force of the Future*
Location: New Richmond, Virginia
"Mr. Barton!" an officer called from some controls behind a mobile suit. "The bomb is coming within vicinity grid 24 by 47!"
Trowa whirled around, tapping on the head set. "Okay, squad 7, proceed with the attack pattern Omega," he ordered emotionless, brushing his hair back, his stormy eyes casted out to the sea. "Your mission objective is to thrust the warhead upward, or away from the coastline, but be warned that if you shoot it anywhere else other than above, other countries would be in threat. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," they chimed.
Trowa nodded empathically."Godspeed."
"Thank you, sir," they chimed.
Trowa sighed as he watched seven mobile suits skid their way off towards the horizon, where the continent's peril awaits them. Succeed, and fame shall be theirs as well as the safety of the millions of people who live on the continents. Fail, and everything perishes. Yes, the risk was right there.
He then remembered what Andie was telling him...
He turned and ran towards a mobile suit nearby, its occupant perched on top. With three swift and quick jumps, he pulled the officer off the suit with him protesting before entering the suit.
"I will do everything I can to stop that warhead," he muttered to himself as he took off from the coast, "even if it means giving up my life for them all..."
"You were a bad girl all along, Maureen, huh?" Duo asked seriously, his hands on his hips. "Geez, I should've known...things just didn't add up with you...and what you did to me back at the apartment? Ha ha, nice excuse to pry me away from the thing I loved the most..."
Hepburn grunted, smiling. "You didn't fall for it like other men did."
Oh, that set him off. Duo was about to lash out at her if Andie didn't come between them. "I am not like other men!" he shouted angrily at Hepburn, who had a stupid look on her face. "I am the GOD OF DEATH!"
Hepburn laughed. "Yeah, like I believe that!"
"Stop playing with them, with him, Maureen," Greg Nasedo snapped, waving his hand insistently at the anxious ex-Preventer. "We have better things to do that play with these Preventer scum."
"Scum?!" Duo cried incredulously. "Speak for yourself, old man."
Greg Nasedo smiled with pleasure at Duo. "Really, fighter?" he asked smoothly. "Unlike my anxious little buck of a cooperative here, I do not toy with my victims' emotions. After all, they are on the edge of death, so no use of torturing them even more, huh?"
"Go to hell," Duo spat.
"I am in hell," Nasedo countered calmly. "Sweet, huh?"
Duo rolled his eyes. There's no end to the madness!
Andie narrowed her eyes in anger. "You are a terrorist."
"I am, ain't I?" he asked, amused. "The entire idea was supposed to make the entire continent panic with chaos and give in to us and destroy the entire foundation of the Peace Ministry."
"By eradicating the head, Dorlian?" Duo sneered.
"Exactly," Nasedo complied, walking about. "Then again, we also knew that you Gundam boys wouldn't stand back and watch one of their...innocence...be taken like that. Ahhh...we had so little time and so many things to deal with." He shook his head. "No more idol chit chat. Time to face your Maker and then get the hell out of this place. Wouldn't want to be here when it blows."
"Dry humour," Duo pointed out flatly. "How enchanting."
Nasedo gestured towards Hepburn. "Kill them."
Hepburn smiled, clicking the pistol. "With pleasure."
Andie stepped back. "Got any birght ideas?"
Duo smiled ueasily. "I was hoping you do."
"Then we are doomed," Andie groaned.
Duo sighed, jabbing his hands in his pockets when he felt something hard hit his hand. It was round; yes! It was a grenade. He had armed himself with a couple of toys before leaving to New Richmond, in case trouble had emerged. It appeared he was right.
"Andie," he whispered, "on the count of three, duck for cover, alright?"
She blinked in confusion. "Right."
"One..."
"Say sayonara, Duo," Hepburn cooed.
"...two..."
"I don't think so, Hepburn," Duo replied, smiling.
"Huh?" she grunted, confused.
He grinned again. "Three!" At the corner of his eyes, Andie ran and dodged for cover behind some metal cartons as he pulled the key of the grenade and threw it at Hepburn and Nasedo. He then ran for cover as it set off, the explosion ringing their ears.
"Run, run, run!" Duo shouted, as he pulled out a hidden gun.
"Now you tell me you're armed!" Andie gasped.
"Part of the job, Ms. Rodriguez!" Duo panted.
"Mr. Barton."
Trowa made his way straight towards the incoming warhead in the suit.
"Mr, Barton, please respond."
Trowa threw the headset aside and concentrated hard. The clock was ticking. On a secondary screen, he read they had only five minutes. He looked around the warhead. The suits he had ordered to send out and intercept were scattered about the waters, exhausted from their trials.
He opened a transmission to the others. "Report."
"The warhead...it won't...stop..."
"Did it change it's trajectory?" Trowa asked.
"No...sir...I'm...sorry."
Trowa pressed his lips together.
I will succeed where others have fallen...
He tapped at the controls, making the suit move right in an intercept course with the warhead's trajectory. Once the flight matched the trajectory of the warhead, he braced himself for the impact. He could brace himself onto the warhead and shoot it upward with himself still hanging on, until it explodes.
He would meet his ultimate demise.
But he would sacrifice his life for them.
He told Andie he would if it ever came to it.
Nonetheless.
"Sir? Sir, what are you doing?"
Trowa lifted a finger and severed transmission.
The warhead was on a fast velocity approach. The sensors picked it up almost immediately as it came to his eye view. He switched his modes, preparing himself for the brace. The computer initiated a countdown sequence as the warhead hurled towards him.
Impact on five...four...
I'm sorry, Catherine, he thought sadly. This would break her heart. He had promised he'd return...now he would return in a casket...
Three...two...
Suddenly, the warhead simply dropped from its orbit and crashed into the ocean without so much of a thud. He could see the warhead sink deeper and deeper into the depths and onto the ocean floor. He was shocked; he was at the edge of death.
Suddenly, a screen appeared at a secondary screen and he saw Quatre's smiling face. "Hey, Trowa," he greeted in a giddy mode. "Sorry to shock you like that, but I found a remote that can terminate the warhead's trajectory."
Trowa blew out a sigh of relief.
*End of Chapter*
Poor Trowa. What do you think? R&R!