Firebird
Chapter 6
Faction. Hey all, it's Tyria again. This is another shorty, featuring something I personally love, a classic BGOV, plus the introduction of the RBB, and, maybe, if your lucky, the point of the Title. Enjoy!
"Hey, Heero, when do ya suppose Shareena and Trowa will be here?" I ask. We're sitting on top of the carrier, Heero watching in case some soldiers come at us from behind us, and me keeping watch out where Shareena had disappeared off to find the other pilot.
The 'perfect soldier' shrugs. One of those times where it'd be nice to have the Q-man here. He knows what talking is, and activly participates in it. Then, Heero hits me lightly on the shoulder and points off towards where I'm suppose to be looking.
Sure enough, Shareena walks out of the woods, followed by Trowa's sister, Trowa and none other than Quatra himself. Where'd she manage to drag him up from? She waves perkily at Heero and I. A bit too perkily. This can't be good.
When they get closer, we jump down to the ground. Shareena proclaims in an exceedingly happy voice, "I'm in an unbelievably bad mood!!"
"Who was stupid enough to risk that?" I yell out.
"The blond, of course. Always the blond. I gotta contact H.Q.. Everyone, stay frosty." She climbs up into the cockpit of the first carrier.
The spectacularily strange conversation that follows goes like this, " Farmer Brown, Farmer Brown, do you copy? Farmer Brown, do you copy? ---This is Avatar. I have chick W, H and D with me, plus two shells. Over.---Chick S? Yes, I have the info. I'll find 'im. Any news 'bout Undine? Over. --- What the hell? Since fricken when? Uh, over.--- Rodger that Farmer Brown. Over and Out."
"That made sense." Catherin mumbles sarcastically.
"Catherin, it's military coding. It's not supposed to make sense."
"Whatever."
Shareena comes back out. "Guess what, I'm in an even worse mood than after blondie flipped me!" She exclaims with a gleeful grin that creeps me out. "Anyway, ... y'know what, I say anyway way too much. And, I'm so pissed, i'm reverting to Asmira-ness! Holy Firck, that ain't good. Heero," Shar turns to look at him. "Do ya still got that RBB I gave you?" Heero nods and disappears into the back of one of the carriers. "RBB, Really Big Book."
Heero comes back out a few minutes later and gives Shareena a , well, a Really Big Book. She imediatly sits down on the ground and opens the book. She mumbles as she reads. "Registered Gundanium aloid Mobile suits, page seventeen." She flips a few pages. 'S, S. Hmmm. Avatar-a, no. DeathScythe-d, no. DeathScythe-Hell-the-freakin-same, no. Epion-e, no. Heavy-Arma-H, no. Mercurius-m, no. Sandrock-s, ok. Height, no. Weight, no. Skip this, skip that, crap... Pilot Description. Name: Quatra. Physical description: Light Blond hair, ... uh..... shit." She trails off and looks at the blond pilot. "You're Quatra." The Q-man nods.
"Damn. Ok then. That was easy. Back to the radio!" She closes the RBB and passes it back to Heero, who disappears into the back of the carrier again. She goes into the front. "Farmer Brown, Farmer Brown, do you copy? Farmer Brown, do you copy?"--- This is Avatar,...----Yes, again.--- Yes, I know.---- ok, just shut up and listen. One shell hatched chick S. Over.--- Yes, I said it that time.---Yes, I'm impressed too. Shut up again. Anything else you want me to do?--- Ha ha ha, very funny. Will set route for Farm House imediatly. Over and Out." She motions us to get in.
Heero gets in the pilot part for the second carrier. Catherin and Trowa get in that one as well. The Q-man and I are stuck with the Brown-and-Green One. Quatra sits in the seat next to her and I sit between and behind them.
Heero's voice crackles in over the radio. For some reason, Shareena detached the view screens. =You lead off, Shar.=
"Well duh, I figured that out on my own. I'm the one who knows where the fuck to go! Catch ya later!" She flicks the radio off. "What-a wierdo. My type o' person! Hey! I can take my hair outta this damn ponytail now!" She takes the band out and looks at it for a few seconds. She turns to Quatra and shoots it at him with deadly accuracy. Maybe not. Hits him in the cheeck, though.
"Ow! Hey, what was that for?"
"Maybe the whole me-on-the-ground-winded thang?"
Quatra sighs and looks out the window. Y'know what, I think he's actually sorta likes the lunatic. Poor guy, glad it's not me!
Then, I realise something. "Uh, Shareena, I hate to incure the wrath of the Brown-and-Green One, but shouldn't we lift off soon?"
"Wha? Oh yah.... he he he, oops. God, I really _am_ reverting to Asmira-ness. I'm sure glad the comm's off right about now."
"Commander?"
I turn in my large chair to look at the Admiral. The low G in the room causes my hair to fan out behind me. "What is it, Admiral Emes? I thought I asked not to be disturbed."
He gulped. Even now, my reputation thrives. "Sir. I was aware of this, but..."
"Emes, stop snivelling and get to the point."
"Sir, yes sir. Rose Harbour, BC, Canada has been attacked by what is believed to be the Firebired Faction. 5 men are confirmed dead, nineteen missing. Inumerable injuries, 35 serius, including that one young man you asked to keep track of."
"Santiago?...too bad. He showed promise. His injuries?"
"Concussion. Plus possible brain damage, they're not sure how long he was out. Perimetics can't be sure until he regains conciousness."
"Ah. Bring him here."
"Sir?"
"That's an order. Now, about the base?"
"Firebird stole suits, guns and ammunition mostly. Reports say one talented indivitual managed to single-handedly get the blue-prints for the Sagitarius and the Scorpia."
"Hmm. Disappointing. Did they get the..."
"No sir, they didn't come near it. They were only after the Sagitarius and the Scorpia. The attack itself was believed to be cover for the operative who got the blue prints."
"Interesting. They're getting more clever. Any news on 7?"
"The Tagger women? Yes, the circus raid failed. 3 dead, 22 serious. And, well it was going on, the under-defended base we took the troops from was attacked by Zero, Deathscythe-Hell and HeavyArms. 74 dead, 103 serious. Loss of amunition and 2 mobile suit carriers."
I dont' reply. I rest my head on my hands and spin my chair back to the monitor.
"Sir, if I may be so bold as to suggest something...?"
"Yes, go ahead."
"Could the Gundams have joined Firebird? This is their first appearence since the end of the war. And so well timed with the Tagger women's assault. Some soldiers even claim to have seen Wing Zero at the circus tent. Plus, all the unconfirmed Gundam attacks, such as the one on L2..."
"Hmm. If so... Either way, Firebird, Gundams or no Gundams, has become a nuisance. I want them all eliminated."
"But sir, such an out-right aggressive move, it could start a new war!"
"Admiral Emes, leave."
"Yes, sir."
Well, how was that. I expect some feed-back, or else! Grrrrrrrrr. BTW, BGOV stands for Bad-Guy-O-Vision. The Really Big Book will live on! Ta!
Tyria
Chapter 6
Faction. Hey all, it's Tyria again. This is another shorty, featuring something I personally love, a classic BGOV, plus the introduction of the RBB, and, maybe, if your lucky, the point of the Title. Enjoy!
"Hey, Heero, when do ya suppose Shareena and Trowa will be here?" I ask. We're sitting on top of the carrier, Heero watching in case some soldiers come at us from behind us, and me keeping watch out where Shareena had disappeared off to find the other pilot.
The 'perfect soldier' shrugs. One of those times where it'd be nice to have the Q-man here. He knows what talking is, and activly participates in it. Then, Heero hits me lightly on the shoulder and points off towards where I'm suppose to be looking.
Sure enough, Shareena walks out of the woods, followed by Trowa's sister, Trowa and none other than Quatra himself. Where'd she manage to drag him up from? She waves perkily at Heero and I. A bit too perkily. This can't be good.
When they get closer, we jump down to the ground. Shareena proclaims in an exceedingly happy voice, "I'm in an unbelievably bad mood!!"
"Who was stupid enough to risk that?" I yell out.
"The blond, of course. Always the blond. I gotta contact H.Q.. Everyone, stay frosty." She climbs up into the cockpit of the first carrier.
The spectacularily strange conversation that follows goes like this, " Farmer Brown, Farmer Brown, do you copy? Farmer Brown, do you copy? ---This is Avatar. I have chick W, H and D with me, plus two shells. Over.---Chick S? Yes, I have the info. I'll find 'im. Any news 'bout Undine? Over. --- What the hell? Since fricken when? Uh, over.--- Rodger that Farmer Brown. Over and Out."
"That made sense." Catherin mumbles sarcastically.
"Catherin, it's military coding. It's not supposed to make sense."
"Whatever."
Shareena comes back out. "Guess what, I'm in an even worse mood than after blondie flipped me!" She exclaims with a gleeful grin that creeps me out. "Anyway, ... y'know what, I say anyway way too much. And, I'm so pissed, i'm reverting to Asmira-ness! Holy Firck, that ain't good. Heero," Shar turns to look at him. "Do ya still got that RBB I gave you?" Heero nods and disappears into the back of one of the carriers. "RBB, Really Big Book."
Heero comes back out a few minutes later and gives Shareena a , well, a Really Big Book. She imediatly sits down on the ground and opens the book. She mumbles as she reads. "Registered Gundanium aloid Mobile suits, page seventeen." She flips a few pages. 'S, S. Hmmm. Avatar-a, no. DeathScythe-d, no. DeathScythe-Hell-the-freakin-same, no. Epion-e, no. Heavy-Arma-H, no. Mercurius-m, no. Sandrock-s, ok. Height, no. Weight, no. Skip this, skip that, crap... Pilot Description. Name: Quatra. Physical description: Light Blond hair, ... uh..... shit." She trails off and looks at the blond pilot. "You're Quatra." The Q-man nods.
"Damn. Ok then. That was easy. Back to the radio!" She closes the RBB and passes it back to Heero, who disappears into the back of the carrier again. She goes into the front. "Farmer Brown, Farmer Brown, do you copy? Farmer Brown, do you copy?"--- This is Avatar,...----Yes, again.--- Yes, I know.---- ok, just shut up and listen. One shell hatched chick S. Over.--- Yes, I said it that time.---Yes, I'm impressed too. Shut up again. Anything else you want me to do?--- Ha ha ha, very funny. Will set route for Farm House imediatly. Over and Out." She motions us to get in.
Heero gets in the pilot part for the second carrier. Catherin and Trowa get in that one as well. The Q-man and I are stuck with the Brown-and-Green One. Quatra sits in the seat next to her and I sit between and behind them.
Heero's voice crackles in over the radio. For some reason, Shareena detached the view screens. =You lead off, Shar.=
"Well duh, I figured that out on my own. I'm the one who knows where the fuck to go! Catch ya later!" She flicks the radio off. "What-a wierdo. My type o' person! Hey! I can take my hair outta this damn ponytail now!" She takes the band out and looks at it for a few seconds. She turns to Quatra and shoots it at him with deadly accuracy. Maybe not. Hits him in the cheeck, though.
"Ow! Hey, what was that for?"
"Maybe the whole me-on-the-ground-winded thang?"
Quatra sighs and looks out the window. Y'know what, I think he's actually sorta likes the lunatic. Poor guy, glad it's not me!
Then, I realise something. "Uh, Shareena, I hate to incure the wrath of the Brown-and-Green One, but shouldn't we lift off soon?"
"Wha? Oh yah.... he he he, oops. God, I really _am_ reverting to Asmira-ness. I'm sure glad the comm's off right about now."
"Commander?"
I turn in my large chair to look at the Admiral. The low G in the room causes my hair to fan out behind me. "What is it, Admiral Emes? I thought I asked not to be disturbed."
He gulped. Even now, my reputation thrives. "Sir. I was aware of this, but..."
"Emes, stop snivelling and get to the point."
"Sir, yes sir. Rose Harbour, BC, Canada has been attacked by what is believed to be the Firebired Faction. 5 men are confirmed dead, nineteen missing. Inumerable injuries, 35 serius, including that one young man you asked to keep track of."
"Santiago?...too bad. He showed promise. His injuries?"
"Concussion. Plus possible brain damage, they're not sure how long he was out. Perimetics can't be sure until he regains conciousness."
"Ah. Bring him here."
"Sir?"
"That's an order. Now, about the base?"
"Firebird stole suits, guns and ammunition mostly. Reports say one talented indivitual managed to single-handedly get the blue-prints for the Sagitarius and the Scorpia."
"Hmm. Disappointing. Did they get the..."
"No sir, they didn't come near it. They were only after the Sagitarius and the Scorpia. The attack itself was believed to be cover for the operative who got the blue prints."
"Interesting. They're getting more clever. Any news on 7?"
"The Tagger women? Yes, the circus raid failed. 3 dead, 22 serious. And, well it was going on, the under-defended base we took the troops from was attacked by Zero, Deathscythe-Hell and HeavyArms. 74 dead, 103 serious. Loss of amunition and 2 mobile suit carriers."
I dont' reply. I rest my head on my hands and spin my chair back to the monitor.
"Sir, if I may be so bold as to suggest something...?"
"Yes, go ahead."
"Could the Gundams have joined Firebird? This is their first appearence since the end of the war. And so well timed with the Tagger women's assault. Some soldiers even claim to have seen Wing Zero at the circus tent. Plus, all the unconfirmed Gundam attacks, such as the one on L2..."
"Hmm. If so... Either way, Firebird, Gundams or no Gundams, has become a nuisance. I want them all eliminated."
"But sir, such an out-right aggressive move, it could start a new war!"
"Admiral Emes, leave."
"Yes, sir."
Well, how was that. I expect some feed-back, or else! Grrrrrrrrr. BTW, BGOV stands for Bad-Guy-O-Vision. The Really Big Book will live on! Ta!
Tyria