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Legacy
by Bunny Lord
"Prepare for battle!"
This order caught Trowa by surprise. It was three years after the One Year War and, even though Heavyarms had been rebuilt it had never been needed for any "emergency situations".
As he arrived at the Mobile Suit dock he was met by his commander.
"We're being attacked by mobile suits," he said, "I've never seen this kind of suit and we don't know who they're fighting for."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Trowa said as he jumped into Heavyarms.
Heavyarms was a black Gundam with its hands replaced by double gattling guns. It had homing missle chambers in the shoulders, legs, and shins. The chest contained 2 machine guns and a knife as a lone close combat weapon.
When Trowa made it to battle, Leos were already fighting the mobile suits-and being annialated. The new mobile suits were blue with long, wavey arms that would touch the ground if they were battling on the surface. Their weapons where all in the hands: their claw-like fingers could convert into beam sabers, and in both palms were machine guns.
As Trowa looked around again, he realized that there were no Leos left. Only one of the unkown mobile suits were left, and it was retreating. Before he knew it, Trowa was soaring toward it. He shot off numerous shots, blowing off both legs and an arm. Good, he though, now if the pilot surrenders the suit can be repaired and study it.
At that momenta boy appeared on his monitor. The boy was about thirteen with brown eyes and blonde hair.
"I am Brett Miller," he announced, "Mobile suit pilot for the Duchey of Zeon."
To be continued...
Legacy
by Bunny Lord
"Prepare for battle!"
This order caught Trowa by surprise. It was three years after the One Year War and, even though Heavyarms had been rebuilt it had never been needed for any "emergency situations".
As he arrived at the Mobile Suit dock he was met by his commander.
"We're being attacked by mobile suits," he said, "I've never seen this kind of suit and we don't know who they're fighting for."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Trowa said as he jumped into Heavyarms.
Heavyarms was a black Gundam with its hands replaced by double gattling guns. It had homing missle chambers in the shoulders, legs, and shins. The chest contained 2 machine guns and a knife as a lone close combat weapon.
When Trowa made it to battle, Leos were already fighting the mobile suits-and being annialated. The new mobile suits were blue with long, wavey arms that would touch the ground if they were battling on the surface. Their weapons where all in the hands: their claw-like fingers could convert into beam sabers, and in both palms were machine guns.
As Trowa looked around again, he realized that there were no Leos left. Only one of the unkown mobile suits were left, and it was retreating. Before he knew it, Trowa was soaring toward it. He shot off numerous shots, blowing off both legs and an arm. Good, he though, now if the pilot surrenders the suit can be repaired and study it.
At that momenta boy appeared on his monitor. The boy was about thirteen with brown eyes and blonde hair.
"I am Brett Miller," he announced, "Mobile suit pilot for the Duchey of Zeon."
To be continued...