Chapter 8
"Why didn't you finish them?" a voice demanded.
Removing the helmet, the pilot said, "Well, if the battle was boring
enough to completely leave out from the
story, I didn't really feel like winning. Besides, I'm interested in
making this last as long
as possible; have some fun in the process. Like in Dragon Ball Z. I
will befriend a midget with no nose and have
him twitch and stuff to pass the time. Besides, those suits interest
me. They may not be made of X-Gundanium,
as Tinky Winky is, but they are a good source of raw materials,
materials you will need.
The first speaker seemed to consider this, then nodded. "Yes, you are
right.
You truly have become the perfect fighting machine. Even though your
too stupid to win when you had the
chance and now those defenseless retards will somehow manage to defeat
us even though it seems they
have no chance whatsoever."
Bowing, the pilot said, "All thanks to you. If you excuse me, I would
like to
take a quick shower because I smell terribly."
on the space station...
"HEERO! Heero, oh God, what HAPPENED out there? Suddenly you and
Wufei and Trowa just froze! What the heck
happened to you three? Heero, what's the matter with your head?!"
Relena-tron 5000 blurted as she hurried down to help her husband out of
his suit. Not his mobile suit, mind you.
Tee hee hee. Zechs emerged from his
suit, unhurt, but furious, his pride injured. "I can't believe I was
defeated so early!" he
fumed.
Wufei was not in better shape. Disoriented from the head pain, and
shamed, he
could only murmur as he forced himself out of his suit,
"INJUSTICE!!!!," before he collapsed, gasping for breath,
bowing to Nataku over and over again.
A shaky Quatre was helped by a frantic Dorothy,
and Trowa was aided by Cathrine, who was almost crying. Duo was
dragged out by Hilde since had no legs. The
pilots regarded each other silently for a moment, until Duo broke the
silence.
"What did I tell you? We're screwed."
"No, no," Hilde said firmly. "You've survived one battle; improvements
can be
made on the Gundams, you can fight again!"
"Again? God, Maxwell doesn't even have legs! Do you want us to fight
until we are completely limbless bodies
that can't even move on our own??" Zechs barked like a puppy for no
reason. "That pilot knew us and our suits
weaknesses perfectly. Plus, we can't use the Zero system at all. Stupid
Howard has gone senile these past few
years and couldn't even make a paper airplane if our lives depended on
it. We'd have to develop something
new, and
that takes time, which is something we don't have."
"We could try to develop a time machine and take it into the past and
steal our gundam's from ourselves and
use them to fight now and then return them when we are done," Quatre
suggested. "That pilot was too good. He
had to been using SOME sort of system similar to the Zero but
not the same, or he would have been affected too."
"Good idea...not," Duo said. "Just look at that station; it's a
fortress. It's got mobile dolls surrounding the whole thing; we can't
hack into their main
computer; and we have no idea what defenses they have on it."
"So now what?" Relena-tron 5000 said fearfully.
Heero stared at the floor. "Let's do the hokey pokey!!"
Suddenly one of the technicians called to them.
"You guys better look at this! That guy's back!"
Wearily, they looked at each other. Finally, Duo sighed.
"We don't have much of a choice. Ready to be humiliated again?"
As they gathered around the screen, the look on the pilot's face was
clearly disgusting.
"That...Was...Pathetic," the pilot said loudly and clearly, pausing to
think about what she should say next,
enunciating each
word. "I... had... doubts.... about... your... abilities... three
...years... ago, but ....this ....exceeds.... my... doubts.
That... wasn't.... even ....a .....battle." The battle had obviously
affected his speech.
"And your point is..." Wufei said wearily.
"My point is, there's no point in fighting you. You can be written
off, since
the six of you certainly are no obstacle. However, your suits are of
interest to me..."
"Me? Oh, so you're referring to yourself now, instead of 'they'?" Duo
said somewhat sarcastically, not completely
sarcastic however.
"Yes, me. Duh, my superiors are in favor of destroying you, but I told
them that I wished to fight with honor. Which is why I am fighting you
even though you are pretty much
defenseless... gosh I'm stupid. I don't make any sense at all, even to
myself. Therefore, they will not be wiping
you and your pathetic little resistance group. You must learn to do
that yourselves.. But I think your gundams will
come in handy, as far as raw materials are concerned..."
"RAW MATERIALS?!" Zechs roared, bared his teeth and shook his mane then
ran off at high speed to go chase
a zebra.
"You must learn to control your temper, Mr. Merquise. It is a sign of
weakness."
"I NEED NO ADVICE FROM YOU, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH MEANIE FACE DOO
DOO BRAINED STUPID
HEAD!" Zechs yelled back and stuck out his tongue.
"Tsk tsk. Well aren't you mister potty mouth, I intend on obtaining
your gundams. To do that, I
will need to eliminate you, but in the most honorable way possible.
So...I advise that
you each watch your backs, for I am a backstabber. Whoops, that is very
unhonorable. Oh well. Who cares. I
have no desire to become a thief, but if the owners are out of
the way... I can steal them... oh damn. That would make me a thief
after all..." and the speaker complained, his
lips quivering, trying to hold back his tears of frustration. "Why are
you stupid pilots so frustrating to deal
with?!?! No wonder you won all your battles! All your enemies would
rather die than have to deal with you!"
"Your technology is far superior than ours. Why do you need the
materials?"
Trowa said in a very controlled voice. Quatre giggled as he fiddled
with some buttons and switches on his
remote control that he had made for controlling every singe one of
Trowa's actions.
"Though gundanium is nothing compared to what Tinky Winky is made of,
raw materials
are raw materials, and will come in handy. However, the other reason
I'm interested in
obtaining your gundams is because They are so very pretty and shiny.
Boy oh boy do I like shiny things.
*giggle*. Face to face,
however, I wonder if the view will be different."
"So you want to fight us, face to face, is that right?"
"No you retard I want to see your pretty gundam's up close duh.
Gosh why do I always have to deal with such morons!."
And with that, the screen went blank.
"Why didn't you finish them?" a voice demanded.
Removing the helmet, the pilot said, "Well, if the battle was boring
enough to completely leave out from the
story, I didn't really feel like winning. Besides, I'm interested in
making this last as long
as possible; have some fun in the process. Like in Dragon Ball Z. I
will befriend a midget with no nose and have
him twitch and stuff to pass the time. Besides, those suits interest
me. They may not be made of X-Gundanium,
as Tinky Winky is, but they are a good source of raw materials,
materials you will need.
The first speaker seemed to consider this, then nodded. "Yes, you are
right.
You truly have become the perfect fighting machine. Even though your
too stupid to win when you had the
chance and now those defenseless retards will somehow manage to defeat
us even though it seems they
have no chance whatsoever."
Bowing, the pilot said, "All thanks to you. If you excuse me, I would
like to
take a quick shower because I smell terribly."
on the space station...
"HEERO! Heero, oh God, what HAPPENED out there? Suddenly you and
Wufei and Trowa just froze! What the heck
happened to you three? Heero, what's the matter with your head?!"
Relena-tron 5000 blurted as she hurried down to help her husband out of
his suit. Not his mobile suit, mind you.
Tee hee hee. Zechs emerged from his
suit, unhurt, but furious, his pride injured. "I can't believe I was
defeated so early!" he
fumed.
Wufei was not in better shape. Disoriented from the head pain, and
shamed, he
could only murmur as he forced himself out of his suit,
"INJUSTICE!!!!," before he collapsed, gasping for breath,
bowing to Nataku over and over again.
A shaky Quatre was helped by a frantic Dorothy,
and Trowa was aided by Cathrine, who was almost crying. Duo was
dragged out by Hilde since had no legs. The
pilots regarded each other silently for a moment, until Duo broke the
silence.
"What did I tell you? We're screwed."
"No, no," Hilde said firmly. "You've survived one battle; improvements
can be
made on the Gundams, you can fight again!"
"Again? God, Maxwell doesn't even have legs! Do you want us to fight
until we are completely limbless bodies
that can't even move on our own??" Zechs barked like a puppy for no
reason. "That pilot knew us and our suits
weaknesses perfectly. Plus, we can't use the Zero system at all. Stupid
Howard has gone senile these past few
years and couldn't even make a paper airplane if our lives depended on
it. We'd have to develop something
new, and
that takes time, which is something we don't have."
"We could try to develop a time machine and take it into the past and
steal our gundam's from ourselves and
use them to fight now and then return them when we are done," Quatre
suggested. "That pilot was too good. He
had to been using SOME sort of system similar to the Zero but
not the same, or he would have been affected too."
"Good idea...not," Duo said. "Just look at that station; it's a
fortress. It's got mobile dolls surrounding the whole thing; we can't
hack into their main
computer; and we have no idea what defenses they have on it."
"So now what?" Relena-tron 5000 said fearfully.
Heero stared at the floor. "Let's do the hokey pokey!!"
Suddenly one of the technicians called to them.
"You guys better look at this! That guy's back!"
Wearily, they looked at each other. Finally, Duo sighed.
"We don't have much of a choice. Ready to be humiliated again?"
As they gathered around the screen, the look on the pilot's face was
clearly disgusting.
"That...Was...Pathetic," the pilot said loudly and clearly, pausing to
think about what she should say next,
enunciating each
word. "I... had... doubts.... about... your... abilities... three
...years... ago, but ....this ....exceeds.... my... doubts.
That... wasn't.... even ....a .....battle." The battle had obviously
affected his speech.
"And your point is..." Wufei said wearily.
"My point is, there's no point in fighting you. You can be written
off, since
the six of you certainly are no obstacle. However, your suits are of
interest to me..."
"Me? Oh, so you're referring to yourself now, instead of 'they'?" Duo
said somewhat sarcastically, not completely
sarcastic however.
"Yes, me. Duh, my superiors are in favor of destroying you, but I told
them that I wished to fight with honor. Which is why I am fighting you
even though you are pretty much
defenseless... gosh I'm stupid. I don't make any sense at all, even to
myself. Therefore, they will not be wiping
you and your pathetic little resistance group. You must learn to do
that yourselves.. But I think your gundams will
come in handy, as far as raw materials are concerned..."
"RAW MATERIALS?!" Zechs roared, bared his teeth and shook his mane then
ran off at high speed to go chase
a zebra.
"You must learn to control your temper, Mr. Merquise. It is a sign of
weakness."
"I NEED NO ADVICE FROM YOU, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH MEANIE FACE DOO
DOO BRAINED STUPID
HEAD!" Zechs yelled back and stuck out his tongue.
"Tsk tsk. Well aren't you mister potty mouth, I intend on obtaining
your gundams. To do that, I
will need to eliminate you, but in the most honorable way possible.
So...I advise that
you each watch your backs, for I am a backstabber. Whoops, that is very
unhonorable. Oh well. Who cares. I
have no desire to become a thief, but if the owners are out of
the way... I can steal them... oh damn. That would make me a thief
after all..." and the speaker complained, his
lips quivering, trying to hold back his tears of frustration. "Why are
you stupid pilots so frustrating to deal
with?!?! No wonder you won all your battles! All your enemies would
rather die than have to deal with you!"
"Your technology is far superior than ours. Why do you need the
materials?"
Trowa said in a very controlled voice. Quatre giggled as he fiddled
with some buttons and switches on his
remote control that he had made for controlling every singe one of
Trowa's actions.
"Though gundanium is nothing compared to what Tinky Winky is made of,
raw materials
are raw materials, and will come in handy. However, the other reason
I'm interested in
obtaining your gundams is because They are so very pretty and shiny.
Boy oh boy do I like shiny things.
*giggle*. Face to face,
however, I wonder if the view will be different."
"So you want to fight us, face to face, is that right?"
"No you retard I want to see your pretty gundam's up close duh.
Gosh why do I always have to deal with such morons!."
And with that, the screen went blank.