21st Century Vulpix presents
THE FIRST EPIC: PART THREE
By PinkScyther
DISCLAIMER: Any previous Disclaimers apply.
Bully has been shot down, and Great Charizard is about to blow up the Neo mothership. The question is whether he can pull the stunt off safely, given his condition.
Started: 23/6/01
Great Charizard could no longer stand the sight of the flames. He whipped his head round, beads of sweat flying off it, and tried to focus his mind on what was happening.
The Neo mothership had moved. It was now even closer to the Epic Star. Great Charizard shook himself and tried to ignore the aching in his shoulders, head, back, stomach and most of his body. He adjusted his angle and began to accelerate.
BOOM!
The entire Charwing rocked and shuddered. Great Charizard turned in alarm to see that there was damage to the right wing. He checked the rear-view mirror just above the windscreen.
Almost invisible against the blackness of space, he made out the shape of a Neo craft. It had sneaked up behind him while he was distracted. Quickly, he swerved to the left and another shot hurtled past, disappearing harmlessly into the distance.
Great Charizard cursed his stupidity at letting himself be distracted. It would be hard to shake this Neo.
He rolled the Charwing to the right and peeled off, heading downwards. The Neo was quick to react and followed, as Great Charizard had anticipated. Quickly Great Charizard steered upwards.
Before the Neo had time to react, he veered left and accelerated. He checked the mirror to see where the Neo craft was.
Great Charizard couldn't believe his eyes. It was still right behind him! No wonder these guys are so successful, he thought bitterly. They must go through hours of practice. Great Charizard steeled himself and then sent the Charwing into another roll. He spun it rapidly and pulled up sharply, flying almost straight up, the Charwing almost vertical.
He stopped spinning and made a sharp right turn. The Charwing was now on it's side. A quick check of the mirror showed the Neo was still behind him but having trouble catching up. He returned his gaze to the windscreen and began to fly upwards again.
Great Charizard began to accelerate, and didn't stop. The Charwing gained more and more speed. There was a wild glint in his tired eye as Great Charizard guided the craft until it was flying upside down.
The Charwing made a complete backflip. Great Charizard was now behind the Neo. With a bitter smile he opened fire, hitting the Neo craft repeatedly, without pausing for a second.
There was a small explosion and the Neo craft began to spiral, but still Great Charizard shot it, over and over and over, until it exploded into millions of tiny fragments in a great orange and yellow fireball.
The rush of adrenaline wore off as quickly as it had come, leaving Great Charizard panting, sweat running down his head and neck in tiny rivulets. He began to feel sick, and only partly due to his injuries. He had mercilessly demolished that Neo craft. In cold blood, during the heat of the moment. He had savagely destroyed it, sparing no thought for the Neo inside.
The Neo probably wasn't even one of the original species. It was probably one of a poor race conquered by the Neos, and forced into fighting their wars. They did the fighting, while the original Neos sat around in the mothership or on the home planet, lazing around and gloating. The original Neos had no decency, no shame.
Great Charizard looked around at all the small brown craft, doing battle with his own red and white ships. His head throbbed, and he shivered, sending another spray of cold sweat droplets over the interior of the Charwing. He felt even sicker now, with these thoughts. Great Charizard leaned his head against the windscreen, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
CRASH!
The jolt forced his eyes open as his head bounced painfully off the windscreen. He saw in the rear-view mirror that the impact had been caused by a Neo craft crashing into his Charwing. As he watched, it lined up for another kamikaze shot.
What was the point of trying to avoid the hit? he wondered wearily. This fight is futile. I can't go through with it. I just can't do it. Great Charizard closed his eyes again.
Face it, he thought. We're not going to win. We will fight bravely, but there are too many of them for us. At least if we are conquered by the Neos, we will still most likely escape from here. Why prolong the agony? Why put off the inevitable.
Great Charizard held his head. It was aching even more. But as he sat there, leaning against the windscreen, images played over his mind. He saw his fleet, fighting their best against the Neos. Fighting for their honor and freedom. The odds were against them, but still they clutched at those few threads of hope.
Great Charizard saw his planet. Millions of Fire Pokémon, all putting their lives, or at least their freedom, in the hands of Great Charizard and the fleet. They were the only chance of hope for them.
He saw Bully, being shot down. Even he had fought for others. He had given his life.
And finally, Great Charizard saw his family. His mate, intelligent, kind, optimistic. She had faith in him. And his son. The thought of the young Charmeleon looking up to him stirred Great Charizard.
He opened his eyes. All his previous thought were banished from his mind. Great Charizard started thinking clearly again. These Neos may not want to fight, but they were going to anyway, and they were going to win. Unless Great Charizard had anything to do with it.
We are going to win, he told himself confidently. He smiled momentarily, but quickly focussed on the incoming attack. He wasted no time. Great Charizard wrenched the controls and the Charwing swerved violently. The brown Neo craft shot harmlessly past and hit one of it's own team. There was another explosion, but Great Charizard did not see it. He grabbed the radio and addressed his pilots.
Keep clear. I'm going for the engines. With a look of determination, Great Charizard adjusted his Charwing's angle, and accelerated toward the Neo mothership.
Great Charizard armed his laser, then quickly drew in as close as he dared to the mothership. He aimed carefully, and then fired the laser.
Time seemed to stand still. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The laser shot towards the mothership. It crashed into the left engine, which imploded.
Just then Great Charizard realised his mistake. In the excitement of the moment he had not hit the brakes, and now was too close to the engines...
BOOM!
The explosion was huge. Great Charizard's Charwing was caught in the fireball and blown backwards. The wings were all but blown off. The body was scorched black. It began to plummet uncontrollably toward the Fire Epic.
Great Charizard was strangely calm. He had plenty of time to turn and see the Neo mothership, unable to steer itself out of danger, be sucked into the Epic Star. He had plenty of time to see the massive explosion. He saw the Neo craft that were too close be burned up by it.
Great Charizard turned back around, and radioed a message to all the pilots and Big Charizard.
It's not over yet. We have won the battle, and we are going to win the war.
Great Charizard stayed calm, right up until a few seconds before the Charwing crashed.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Finished: 23/6/01
*sniff* Poor Great Charizard... *bursts into tears* ... What? I can't help it if I cry over my own stories! I don't like characters to die!
THE FIRST EPIC: PART THREE
By PinkScyther
DISCLAIMER: Any previous Disclaimers apply.
Bully has been shot down, and Great Charizard is about to blow up the Neo mothership. The question is whether he can pull the stunt off safely, given his condition.
Started: 23/6/01
Great Charizard could no longer stand the sight of the flames. He whipped his head round, beads of sweat flying off it, and tried to focus his mind on what was happening.
The Neo mothership had moved. It was now even closer to the Epic Star. Great Charizard shook himself and tried to ignore the aching in his shoulders, head, back, stomach and most of his body. He adjusted his angle and began to accelerate.
BOOM!
The entire Charwing rocked and shuddered. Great Charizard turned in alarm to see that there was damage to the right wing. He checked the rear-view mirror just above the windscreen.
Almost invisible against the blackness of space, he made out the shape of a Neo craft. It had sneaked up behind him while he was distracted. Quickly, he swerved to the left and another shot hurtled past, disappearing harmlessly into the distance.
Great Charizard cursed his stupidity at letting himself be distracted. It would be hard to shake this Neo.
He rolled the Charwing to the right and peeled off, heading downwards. The Neo was quick to react and followed, as Great Charizard had anticipated. Quickly Great Charizard steered upwards.
Before the Neo had time to react, he veered left and accelerated. He checked the mirror to see where the Neo craft was.
Great Charizard couldn't believe his eyes. It was still right behind him! No wonder these guys are so successful, he thought bitterly. They must go through hours of practice. Great Charizard steeled himself and then sent the Charwing into another roll. He spun it rapidly and pulled up sharply, flying almost straight up, the Charwing almost vertical.
He stopped spinning and made a sharp right turn. The Charwing was now on it's side. A quick check of the mirror showed the Neo was still behind him but having trouble catching up. He returned his gaze to the windscreen and began to fly upwards again.
Great Charizard began to accelerate, and didn't stop. The Charwing gained more and more speed. There was a wild glint in his tired eye as Great Charizard guided the craft until it was flying upside down.
The Charwing made a complete backflip. Great Charizard was now behind the Neo. With a bitter smile he opened fire, hitting the Neo craft repeatedly, without pausing for a second.
There was a small explosion and the Neo craft began to spiral, but still Great Charizard shot it, over and over and over, until it exploded into millions of tiny fragments in a great orange and yellow fireball.
The rush of adrenaline wore off as quickly as it had come, leaving Great Charizard panting, sweat running down his head and neck in tiny rivulets. He began to feel sick, and only partly due to his injuries. He had mercilessly demolished that Neo craft. In cold blood, during the heat of the moment. He had savagely destroyed it, sparing no thought for the Neo inside.
The Neo probably wasn't even one of the original species. It was probably one of a poor race conquered by the Neos, and forced into fighting their wars. They did the fighting, while the original Neos sat around in the mothership or on the home planet, lazing around and gloating. The original Neos had no decency, no shame.
Great Charizard looked around at all the small brown craft, doing battle with his own red and white ships. His head throbbed, and he shivered, sending another spray of cold sweat droplets over the interior of the Charwing. He felt even sicker now, with these thoughts. Great Charizard leaned his head against the windscreen, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
CRASH!
The jolt forced his eyes open as his head bounced painfully off the windscreen. He saw in the rear-view mirror that the impact had been caused by a Neo craft crashing into his Charwing. As he watched, it lined up for another kamikaze shot.
What was the point of trying to avoid the hit? he wondered wearily. This fight is futile. I can't go through with it. I just can't do it. Great Charizard closed his eyes again.
Face it, he thought. We're not going to win. We will fight bravely, but there are too many of them for us. At least if we are conquered by the Neos, we will still most likely escape from here. Why prolong the agony? Why put off the inevitable.
Great Charizard held his head. It was aching even more. But as he sat there, leaning against the windscreen, images played over his mind. He saw his fleet, fighting their best against the Neos. Fighting for their honor and freedom. The odds were against them, but still they clutched at those few threads of hope.
Great Charizard saw his planet. Millions of Fire Pokémon, all putting their lives, or at least their freedom, in the hands of Great Charizard and the fleet. They were the only chance of hope for them.
He saw Bully, being shot down. Even he had fought for others. He had given his life.
And finally, Great Charizard saw his family. His mate, intelligent, kind, optimistic. She had faith in him. And his son. The thought of the young Charmeleon looking up to him stirred Great Charizard.
He opened his eyes. All his previous thought were banished from his mind. Great Charizard started thinking clearly again. These Neos may not want to fight, but they were going to anyway, and they were going to win. Unless Great Charizard had anything to do with it.
We are going to win, he told himself confidently. He smiled momentarily, but quickly focussed on the incoming attack. He wasted no time. Great Charizard wrenched the controls and the Charwing swerved violently. The brown Neo craft shot harmlessly past and hit one of it's own team. There was another explosion, but Great Charizard did not see it. He grabbed the radio and addressed his pilots.
Keep clear. I'm going for the engines. With a look of determination, Great Charizard adjusted his Charwing's angle, and accelerated toward the Neo mothership.
Great Charizard armed his laser, then quickly drew in as close as he dared to the mothership. He aimed carefully, and then fired the laser.
Time seemed to stand still. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The laser shot towards the mothership. It crashed into the left engine, which imploded.
Just then Great Charizard realised his mistake. In the excitement of the moment he had not hit the brakes, and now was too close to the engines...
BOOM!
The explosion was huge. Great Charizard's Charwing was caught in the fireball and blown backwards. The wings were all but blown off. The body was scorched black. It began to plummet uncontrollably toward the Fire Epic.
Great Charizard was strangely calm. He had plenty of time to turn and see the Neo mothership, unable to steer itself out of danger, be sucked into the Epic Star. He had plenty of time to see the massive explosion. He saw the Neo craft that were too close be burned up by it.
Great Charizard turned back around, and radioed a message to all the pilots and Big Charizard.
It's not over yet. We have won the battle, and we are going to win the war.
Great Charizard stayed calm, right up until a few seconds before the Charwing crashed.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Finished: 23/6/01
*sniff* Poor Great Charizard... *bursts into tears* ... What? I can't help it if I cry over my own stories! I don't like characters to die!