Disclaimer: YES...this is MY Gundam Series...no parodies anywhere! Enjoy!
With high hopes for economic and diplomatic success, human beings on
unify as one united global nation: The United Terran Nation. This unification
about the massive construction of orbiting space colonies. However, from the
United Terran Nation have become corrupted by various militant from the former
Europe and Americas. This corruption has stepped up the forces and provided
extra financial backing to mass produce the newest of Mobile Suit: the combat
Frame. The militant provinces have started a of oppressive political attacks
on the four orbiting colonies: Alpha, Beta, Charlie, and Delta. In an act of
intimidating retaliation, the colonies announced the construction of a new,
more advanced Mobile Suit to send to . The year is Post-Unification (U+) 202.
The four Mobile Suit weapons the three economically active colonies are
completed and sent to Earth. UTN military recognizes the weapons and prepares
for a large Mobile Suit war the Frames as their army.
In the frozen wastelands of Siberia, one of four large capsules lay empty
the harsh blankets of snow and ice. The icy winds blow cruelly across the land.
Suddenly, a rhythmic rumbling across the snow and ice disturbed lifeless scheme
of Siberia. Loose snow and broken ice splashed upwards as massive foot stomped
down. Among the backdrop of bluish-white, a massive Mobile stood tall. It was
a pristine white with special boosters on its backpack. It had a large black
dish on the back of its shoulder and a long oblong plate along the other. It
had two horns upon its head like those of a ram. Mobile Suit continued its way
through the Siberian wasteland, the Synthril alloy the cold icy effects of the
climate. Inside the cockpit of the large machine, boy was bundled up in his
space suit. He was a lad of about nine years of age, slightly disheveled light
brown hair. He shivered lightly from the cold that the cockpit and yawned in
exhaustion. He had light scars on one cheek, and barely visible. Otherwise he
looked completely like an innocent child. he may never be so innocent with the
new colonial weapon in his possession. One the cockpit's computers beeped
rapidly and activated a flashing red light. The quirked an eyebrow at the
computer screen and said softly to himself, "Hmmm…A Mobile Suit base? With Frames
being manufactured? Understood…I'll destroy base and eliminate all Mobile
Suits...with Gundam Magician!" The Gundam took low towards its target: The
Siberian MS base. The boy grinned with a childish yet still far too diabolical
for his years. "Heh…I bring Death!" The released four disks on the shield on its
left shoulder, which formed a wall. "Planet Defensor field at maximum…Activating
Crash Beam Spear…" A long beam from the round shield on the Gundam's right shoulder
as the young boy his MS approached the snowy base. A klaxon sounded, echoing
throughout the of the base. Circular red lights started glowing on masses of
Neo-Titanium. The masses of Neo-Titanium stood up to be recognized as MS…more to
the point, the newest model: The Frame. It looked like the exoskeleton of a Gundam,
only heavily armored by Neo-Titanium. It had armored fists and small Vernier rockets,
like that of the Gundam that attacked them. Its head was …it had the top of its head
armored…but the round camera eye was exposed, but guarded on the sides of the head.
It was surprisingly sturdy for such a loose construction of a Mobile Suit. The Gundam
thought nothing the new model. It merely made it out to be an obstacle in its path of
destruction. The Frames all flew at the Gundam Magician but were simply maneuvered
and ultimately destroyed, either impaled or cut through at the of the suit, where the
reactor unit and cockpit are always situated, the Crash Beam Spear. The boy cursed
himself slightly, regretful that the MS couldn't provide him with a decent battle.
How he loved the Mobile Suit…To him, a battle with MS was the equivalent to a clash
of Titans. He ended his disappointment by directing his violent intentions towards
MS base itself. He rammed the spear into one of the bland metal walls of steel.
He flew up, gouging a deep cut into the side of the building. flew backwards to survey
his carving work. The Gundam descended with its and rammed through the steel wall
sideways. With a sickening crash, he through the wall and flew off in a rushed hunt
for the generator and vital structures that were necessary for the base to exist. The
boy the cockpit discovered a massive energy source to his left. He sought out,
ultimately finding the generator: The heart of any MS base. With his spear, he rammed
into it…and the resulting massive explosion enveloped the boy's Gundam. Several minutes
later, the Gundam stood in the center of what of the MS base in Siberia. "Smoldering
craters are my personal specialty..." The young boy remarked snidely. The Gundam, however,
was not in best of shape. Its white armor was smudged with black scorch marks and gray .
Some of the parts had noticeable cuts and scrapes. The way it stood was and highly
unstable, as if it would collapse from over-exertion at any moment. The boy laughed
confidently at his own suit in its weakness. "This is Magician Pilot: Hiroyuki Kenjuu!
I've destroyed The MS factory in the wastelands and eliminated all production of the
Frame MS upon arrival Planet Earth…"
In the jungles of South America, two capsules lay in ruins at the feet of
Frames. These Frames were slightly different. While they still looked gaunt
and unstable, they had two claw-like attachments on their wrists with Gatlings
upon them. The style of the head was slightly different, but it was strictly
aesthetic difference. One MS pilot reported in to the second, "There's not a
thing here…Let's return to the rest of the Kangaroo Frame battalion." The
second responded, "Wait…I'm showing a heat signature on my radar…Contact the
other units, I think we've found the Gundam or Gundams that landed in this
vicinity." Suddenly, the area was littered with explosions, much to the alarm
of the two Kangaroo Frames. "Are we under attack?" As if an answer to his
question, an enormous Gundam bulky armor appeared in front of the Kangaroo armed
with a long Beam Axe. The stepped back and its pilot shouted in fear,
"It's...A GUNDAM!!!!!" Just as finished pronouncing the term, "Gundam", the Beam
Axe cleaved diagonally through Kangaroo's mid-torso with ease. The severed halves
of the Frame exploded to the and horror of his colleague. "This is Kangaroo unit
KF35 of the 75th MS Frame Battalion! We're under attack by an unidentified
Mobile Suit...It's…There's a Gundam here!!" Kangaroo was then run through from
behind by a beam saber. The assailant was a Gundam, the occupant of one of the
capsules that was destroyed. This Gundam stood upon four arachnid-like legs.
Then, the two rear legs detached and together to form a giant cannon. The other
legs folded upwards to form two Gundam . The Gundam stood tall in its MS form.
The pilot lay inside the suit in a very manner; he was so big and bulky like his
counterpart's MS that he could barely into the seat of the cockpit. He spoke in
such a calm manner, "Wrong, friend…there two Gundams here...this is Hermit Gundam
reporting in...pilot's name: Kaiou Taokito." bulkier of the two Gundams stood
still. The pilot inside was a slender young woman, a bright blue star marking
her cheek, and two long ribbons of bright blue hair over her face. She sighed
and laid back and spoke in a similar nonchalant manner, more of a sarcastic tone,
"Hmph...Didn't really have to do much here...these suits weak. This is Gundam
Chariot Pilot: Kei Taokito. Hermit Gundam and I have destroyed Kangaroo Frame
MS and the evidence of our arrival upon landing of Planet Earth..."
In the outback of Australia, several Frames flew overhead. These models
looked similar the Kangaroo Frames, only they had short wings attached to large
Vernier engines. Their were slightly different, but this was strictly an
aesthetic difference. "This is Rabbit Frame Unit: RF19 of the 14th MS Frame
battalion. No enemies spotted ...we're continuing our scans." Then, the sun
blocked out the Rabbits from overhead. a higher view, the shadow seemed like
that of a demon. One of the Rabbit Frames turned to look at the object in the
sun's path. "The enemy!! It's the Gundam!" The Rabbits around and flew at
the Gundam, a deep black suit with long, devilish black wings that brightly
underneath the sunlight. The Gundam looked like the Devil in black. A thin
popped upwards over the glowing eye upon the Gundam's chest. The pilot inside
seemed for a hand-to-hand combat contest. He sighed as he sluggishly tapped
the extraneous ashes off the slender black cigarette in his mouth and spoke in
a deep, almost groggy voice, "Hmmm damn it they've turned around. So much for
my usual behind the back annihilation …No matter, I'll eliminate all the Rabbit
Frames as per my orders...using Gundam Hangedman!" In a reckless, almost
uncaring manner, he pressed a tattooed hand upon a small round eye. The marking
on his hand glowed lightly. "Firing Heat Viper Cannon..." A massive beam fired
off from the Gundam's chest. The beam overtook the numbers of Rabbit Frames,
ten in all. Inside the cockpit, the pilot sluggishly put out the black
cigarette sighed in restlessness. "This is Pilot codename: Hangedman...My
name is Joe Yamada, for the record. Gundam Hangedman reporting accomplishment
of mission of covert arrival to the planet Earth..."
And so it soon began, with a series of missions for each of the Gundams.
The United Terran Nation's corrupt military began to have problems with dealing
with the Gundam threat. Their combat Frame MS were no match for Gundams and
all of their advanced armaments. The UTN Military Commander-in-Chief, Colonel
Bernard Grey, of American descent, soon realized the imminent threat that the
Gundams imposed on the military. So he called upon a Special Lieutenant named
Amaril Inary. Colonel Grey realized quickly the capabilities of Special Lt.
Inary. Inary was developing into a fine ace pilot. He quickly rose among the
ranks, graduating far ahead of his fellow class of cadets. Upon several
campaigns to conquer Northern Eurasia, Colonel Grey became displeased with
those who held Inary back as an Ensign. With great controversy, Grey issued
direct orders to have Inary promoted to a Special Lieutenant on the spot.
Inary is officially an ace pilot with skills that greatly outclass those of
his fellow MS troops.
"What's this all about?" Inary asked, "You want a new machine for me?
You know perfectly well how useless all the Frames have proven to be against
the Gundams. The Chimera was annihilated in Siberia, the Kangaroo in South
America, and just recently, the Rabbit Frames in an Outback base in the center
of Australia. How could you possibly give me a simple Frame to do battle with?"
He scoffed and tugged at the coat of his uniform. Another soldier stood in
front of him, very tense. His name was Marshal, an ensign susceptible to the
wrath of Inary's position. He spoke up with a meek tone in his voice,
"Sir...Our technicians are hard at work making a suitable machine for you."
Inary scoffed again and sighed, "You're making me a suit out of a Chimera
Frame?" Marshal replied, "Yes, sir...The Chimera is the prototype for the
Frames, so it is the most versatile and it can be upgraded easily. We've even
given this Chimera a custom name...The Godkar Machine." Inary blinked
and looked at the Frame under construction. "'The Godkar Machine', eh?" He
repeated. He found himself staring at the Mobile Suit, expecting it to be an
impressive model for him to use. Inary tugged on his uniform again and walked
away with one last order for Marshal to carry on with his work. The Ensign
saluted his superior and walked to the work site. Inary meanwhile, walked off
to his barracks unable to get the new Mobile Suit Frame: Godkar Machine out
of his head.
The little boy named Hiroyuki sat outside a bar inside the city of Moscow.
He wanted to go inside to escape the unforgiving Russian cold, but was rejected
because of his youth. He took great offense to this. After a minute or two of
uncontrollable shivering, he barged into the tavern. The bulky Russian man, who
was unwittingly acting as the bar's own bouncer, spoke up with a thick native
accent while approaching the little boy. "Look, lad…I've told you many a time
already that you're not allowed in this bar. Where are your parents? Why do
you persist in defying my authority?" Hiroyuki rolled his eyes and walked up
to the self-proclaimed "bouncer" of the tavern and spoke up in a bold voice far
beyond his years, "Since when did you get authority? You're just the next Russian
drunk that happened to be sober enough to keep us little boys out! Sorry,
"Comrade", but the day you get any authority over me is the day that Hell
freezes over." The Russian's blue eyes became as wide as saucers. Clearly, he
was taken aback by the boy's audacity. Where the hell did this kid get the
nerve to pop off at him?! Angered, he stepped forward to grab the boy by the
back of his green tank top…an error on his part. The boy grabbed the lumbering
Russian's wrist and tugged him off balance. Then, he kicked the big man in the
shin, sending him to one knee. The big man growled and quickly made a grab at
Hiroyuki's neck, catching the boy off guard. "Now, listen here, boy…No one ever
talks to Vladimir the Impaler like that…" He boasted proudly at the boy, but he
was cut off guard by a gunshot wound through the back. The "Impaler" fell
forward releasing Hiroyuki before he crashed to the floor dead. His assailant
took a puff from his black cigarette and replaced the silenced pistol in its
holster. "Hmph…Anyone else looking for trouble?" Asked Joe Yamada, the Hangedman.
Hiroyuki stared into Joe's scarred face. Clearly, this guy had to be a pilot
like him, since only Gundam pilots, he thought, had the brass to pull out a gun
and shoot a man bigger than they. Hell, not even Hiroyuki thought he could walk
into a bar and shoot a man in the back. It was evident that this fellow was
carefree, rightfully so, since none of the other occupants in the bar even
bothered to lift a finger in the dead bouncer's protest. He looked at the
boy, who was still captivated by his earlier actions. He took another puff
of his cigarette and asked him, "You ok, kid?" Hiroyuki looked at Joe and
nodded and said, "Thanks, mister…you saved my life from that freakish bouncer
guy…" Joe sighed and said simply, "Whatever…" He helped up Hiroyuki who looked
at the gun in his holster. "Hey, mister, where'd you get that gun?" He asked
innocently. Joe sighed in exasperation at the boy and his sudden onset of
curiosity and replied, "Who cares? It's my weapon anyway." Hiroyuki smirked
and looked into Joe's eyes saying, "Hey…You killed a secret agent and stole it
from him didn't ya? That's a PP7 pistol, a spy's gun, and it's silenced no less.
Hell, someone would've caught you sooner or later, mister." Joe sighed and nodded
his head, and then he asked, "Hey wait a second…how the hell did you know that?"
Hiroyuki shrugged, "I guess I'm just good with guns." Joe shrugged and repeated,
"Whatever…" Joe searched the corpse of the bouncer and found a few rubles and a
pocketknife, all of which he gave to the kid. He also removed the coat and took
it to the bartender. "Give me the water tap," he said in his best Russian dialect.
He sprayed the jacket clean of any blood that was on it and wrung it dry. He
aired it out before giving it to Hiroyuki. "Here, kid. My treat. It's got a
bullet hole, but don't let that get you down." Hiroyuki smiled at Joe the way
that a child would and said, "Thanks, mister. You're cool…especially with that
gun and all…" Joe shrugged and walked the boy out of the bar saying simply,
"Whatever…" The boy looked up at him and asked, "Hey mister…who are you?" Joe
looked down and laughed lightly and answered, "Me? I'm…a Gundam pilot."
To Be Continued…
With high hopes for economic and diplomatic success, human beings on
unify as one united global nation: The United Terran Nation. This unification
about the massive construction of orbiting space colonies. However, from the
United Terran Nation have become corrupted by various militant from the former
Europe and Americas. This corruption has stepped up the forces and provided
extra financial backing to mass produce the newest of Mobile Suit: the combat
Frame. The militant provinces have started a of oppressive political attacks
on the four orbiting colonies: Alpha, Beta, Charlie, and Delta. In an act of
intimidating retaliation, the colonies announced the construction of a new,
more advanced Mobile Suit to send to . The year is Post-Unification (U+) 202.
The four Mobile Suit weapons the three economically active colonies are
completed and sent to Earth. UTN military recognizes the weapons and prepares
for a large Mobile Suit war the Frames as their army.
In the frozen wastelands of Siberia, one of four large capsules lay empty
the harsh blankets of snow and ice. The icy winds blow cruelly across the land.
Suddenly, a rhythmic rumbling across the snow and ice disturbed lifeless scheme
of Siberia. Loose snow and broken ice splashed upwards as massive foot stomped
down. Among the backdrop of bluish-white, a massive Mobile stood tall. It was
a pristine white with special boosters on its backpack. It had a large black
dish on the back of its shoulder and a long oblong plate along the other. It
had two horns upon its head like those of a ram. Mobile Suit continued its way
through the Siberian wasteland, the Synthril alloy the cold icy effects of the
climate. Inside the cockpit of the large machine, boy was bundled up in his
space suit. He was a lad of about nine years of age, slightly disheveled light
brown hair. He shivered lightly from the cold that the cockpit and yawned in
exhaustion. He had light scars on one cheek, and barely visible. Otherwise he
looked completely like an innocent child. he may never be so innocent with the
new colonial weapon in his possession. One the cockpit's computers beeped
rapidly and activated a flashing red light. The quirked an eyebrow at the
computer screen and said softly to himself, "Hmmm…A Mobile Suit base? With Frames
being manufactured? Understood…I'll destroy base and eliminate all Mobile
Suits...with Gundam Magician!" The Gundam took low towards its target: The
Siberian MS base. The boy grinned with a childish yet still far too diabolical
for his years. "Heh…I bring Death!" The released four disks on the shield on its
left shoulder, which formed a wall. "Planet Defensor field at maximum…Activating
Crash Beam Spear…" A long beam from the round shield on the Gundam's right shoulder
as the young boy his MS approached the snowy base. A klaxon sounded, echoing
throughout the of the base. Circular red lights started glowing on masses of
Neo-Titanium. The masses of Neo-Titanium stood up to be recognized as MS…more to
the point, the newest model: The Frame. It looked like the exoskeleton of a Gundam,
only heavily armored by Neo-Titanium. It had armored fists and small Vernier rockets,
like that of the Gundam that attacked them. Its head was …it had the top of its head
armored…but the round camera eye was exposed, but guarded on the sides of the head.
It was surprisingly sturdy for such a loose construction of a Mobile Suit. The Gundam
thought nothing the new model. It merely made it out to be an obstacle in its path of
destruction. The Frames all flew at the Gundam Magician but were simply maneuvered
and ultimately destroyed, either impaled or cut through at the of the suit, where the
reactor unit and cockpit are always situated, the Crash Beam Spear. The boy cursed
himself slightly, regretful that the MS couldn't provide him with a decent battle.
How he loved the Mobile Suit…To him, a battle with MS was the equivalent to a clash
of Titans. He ended his disappointment by directing his violent intentions towards
MS base itself. He rammed the spear into one of the bland metal walls of steel.
He flew up, gouging a deep cut into the side of the building. flew backwards to survey
his carving work. The Gundam descended with its and rammed through the steel wall
sideways. With a sickening crash, he through the wall and flew off in a rushed hunt
for the generator and vital structures that were necessary for the base to exist. The
boy the cockpit discovered a massive energy source to his left. He sought out,
ultimately finding the generator: The heart of any MS base. With his spear, he rammed
into it…and the resulting massive explosion enveloped the boy's Gundam. Several minutes
later, the Gundam stood in the center of what of the MS base in Siberia. "Smoldering
craters are my personal specialty..." The young boy remarked snidely. The Gundam, however,
was not in best of shape. Its white armor was smudged with black scorch marks and gray .
Some of the parts had noticeable cuts and scrapes. The way it stood was and highly
unstable, as if it would collapse from over-exertion at any moment. The boy laughed
confidently at his own suit in its weakness. "This is Magician Pilot: Hiroyuki Kenjuu!
I've destroyed The MS factory in the wastelands and eliminated all production of the
Frame MS upon arrival Planet Earth…"
In the jungles of South America, two capsules lay in ruins at the feet of
Frames. These Frames were slightly different. While they still looked gaunt
and unstable, they had two claw-like attachments on their wrists with Gatlings
upon them. The style of the head was slightly different, but it was strictly
aesthetic difference. One MS pilot reported in to the second, "There's not a
thing here…Let's return to the rest of the Kangaroo Frame battalion." The
second responded, "Wait…I'm showing a heat signature on my radar…Contact the
other units, I think we've found the Gundam or Gundams that landed in this
vicinity." Suddenly, the area was littered with explosions, much to the alarm
of the two Kangaroo Frames. "Are we under attack?" As if an answer to his
question, an enormous Gundam bulky armor appeared in front of the Kangaroo armed
with a long Beam Axe. The stepped back and its pilot shouted in fear,
"It's...A GUNDAM!!!!!" Just as finished pronouncing the term, "Gundam", the Beam
Axe cleaved diagonally through Kangaroo's mid-torso with ease. The severed halves
of the Frame exploded to the and horror of his colleague. "This is Kangaroo unit
KF35 of the 75th MS Frame Battalion! We're under attack by an unidentified
Mobile Suit...It's…There's a Gundam here!!" Kangaroo was then run through from
behind by a beam saber. The assailant was a Gundam, the occupant of one of the
capsules that was destroyed. This Gundam stood upon four arachnid-like legs.
Then, the two rear legs detached and together to form a giant cannon. The other
legs folded upwards to form two Gundam . The Gundam stood tall in its MS form.
The pilot lay inside the suit in a very manner; he was so big and bulky like his
counterpart's MS that he could barely into the seat of the cockpit. He spoke in
such a calm manner, "Wrong, friend…there two Gundams here...this is Hermit Gundam
reporting in...pilot's name: Kaiou Taokito." bulkier of the two Gundams stood
still. The pilot inside was a slender young woman, a bright blue star marking
her cheek, and two long ribbons of bright blue hair over her face. She sighed
and laid back and spoke in a similar nonchalant manner, more of a sarcastic tone,
"Hmph...Didn't really have to do much here...these suits weak. This is Gundam
Chariot Pilot: Kei Taokito. Hermit Gundam and I have destroyed Kangaroo Frame
MS and the evidence of our arrival upon landing of Planet Earth..."
In the outback of Australia, several Frames flew overhead. These models
looked similar the Kangaroo Frames, only they had short wings attached to large
Vernier engines. Their were slightly different, but this was strictly an
aesthetic difference. "This is Rabbit Frame Unit: RF19 of the 14th MS Frame
battalion. No enemies spotted ...we're continuing our scans." Then, the sun
blocked out the Rabbits from overhead. a higher view, the shadow seemed like
that of a demon. One of the Rabbit Frames turned to look at the object in the
sun's path. "The enemy!! It's the Gundam!" The Rabbits around and flew at
the Gundam, a deep black suit with long, devilish black wings that brightly
underneath the sunlight. The Gundam looked like the Devil in black. A thin
popped upwards over the glowing eye upon the Gundam's chest. The pilot inside
seemed for a hand-to-hand combat contest. He sighed as he sluggishly tapped
the extraneous ashes off the slender black cigarette in his mouth and spoke in
a deep, almost groggy voice, "Hmmm damn it they've turned around. So much for
my usual behind the back annihilation …No matter, I'll eliminate all the Rabbit
Frames as per my orders...using Gundam Hangedman!" In a reckless, almost
uncaring manner, he pressed a tattooed hand upon a small round eye. The marking
on his hand glowed lightly. "Firing Heat Viper Cannon..." A massive beam fired
off from the Gundam's chest. The beam overtook the numbers of Rabbit Frames,
ten in all. Inside the cockpit, the pilot sluggishly put out the black
cigarette sighed in restlessness. "This is Pilot codename: Hangedman...My
name is Joe Yamada, for the record. Gundam Hangedman reporting accomplishment
of mission of covert arrival to the planet Earth..."
And so it soon began, with a series of missions for each of the Gundams.
The United Terran Nation's corrupt military began to have problems with dealing
with the Gundam threat. Their combat Frame MS were no match for Gundams and
all of their advanced armaments. The UTN Military Commander-in-Chief, Colonel
Bernard Grey, of American descent, soon realized the imminent threat that the
Gundams imposed on the military. So he called upon a Special Lieutenant named
Amaril Inary. Colonel Grey realized quickly the capabilities of Special Lt.
Inary. Inary was developing into a fine ace pilot. He quickly rose among the
ranks, graduating far ahead of his fellow class of cadets. Upon several
campaigns to conquer Northern Eurasia, Colonel Grey became displeased with
those who held Inary back as an Ensign. With great controversy, Grey issued
direct orders to have Inary promoted to a Special Lieutenant on the spot.
Inary is officially an ace pilot with skills that greatly outclass those of
his fellow MS troops.
"What's this all about?" Inary asked, "You want a new machine for me?
You know perfectly well how useless all the Frames have proven to be against
the Gundams. The Chimera was annihilated in Siberia, the Kangaroo in South
America, and just recently, the Rabbit Frames in an Outback base in the center
of Australia. How could you possibly give me a simple Frame to do battle with?"
He scoffed and tugged at the coat of his uniform. Another soldier stood in
front of him, very tense. His name was Marshal, an ensign susceptible to the
wrath of Inary's position. He spoke up with a meek tone in his voice,
"Sir...Our technicians are hard at work making a suitable machine for you."
Inary scoffed again and sighed, "You're making me a suit out of a Chimera
Frame?" Marshal replied, "Yes, sir...The Chimera is the prototype for the
Frames, so it is the most versatile and it can be upgraded easily. We've even
given this Chimera a custom name...The Godkar Machine." Inary blinked
and looked at the Frame under construction. "'The Godkar Machine', eh?" He
repeated. He found himself staring at the Mobile Suit, expecting it to be an
impressive model for him to use. Inary tugged on his uniform again and walked
away with one last order for Marshal to carry on with his work. The Ensign
saluted his superior and walked to the work site. Inary meanwhile, walked off
to his barracks unable to get the new Mobile Suit Frame: Godkar Machine out
of his head.
The little boy named Hiroyuki sat outside a bar inside the city of Moscow.
He wanted to go inside to escape the unforgiving Russian cold, but was rejected
because of his youth. He took great offense to this. After a minute or two of
uncontrollable shivering, he barged into the tavern. The bulky Russian man, who
was unwittingly acting as the bar's own bouncer, spoke up with a thick native
accent while approaching the little boy. "Look, lad…I've told you many a time
already that you're not allowed in this bar. Where are your parents? Why do
you persist in defying my authority?" Hiroyuki rolled his eyes and walked up
to the self-proclaimed "bouncer" of the tavern and spoke up in a bold voice far
beyond his years, "Since when did you get authority? You're just the next Russian
drunk that happened to be sober enough to keep us little boys out! Sorry,
"Comrade", but the day you get any authority over me is the day that Hell
freezes over." The Russian's blue eyes became as wide as saucers. Clearly, he
was taken aback by the boy's audacity. Where the hell did this kid get the
nerve to pop off at him?! Angered, he stepped forward to grab the boy by the
back of his green tank top…an error on his part. The boy grabbed the lumbering
Russian's wrist and tugged him off balance. Then, he kicked the big man in the
shin, sending him to one knee. The big man growled and quickly made a grab at
Hiroyuki's neck, catching the boy off guard. "Now, listen here, boy…No one ever
talks to Vladimir the Impaler like that…" He boasted proudly at the boy, but he
was cut off guard by a gunshot wound through the back. The "Impaler" fell
forward releasing Hiroyuki before he crashed to the floor dead. His assailant
took a puff from his black cigarette and replaced the silenced pistol in its
holster. "Hmph…Anyone else looking for trouble?" Asked Joe Yamada, the Hangedman.
Hiroyuki stared into Joe's scarred face. Clearly, this guy had to be a pilot
like him, since only Gundam pilots, he thought, had the brass to pull out a gun
and shoot a man bigger than they. Hell, not even Hiroyuki thought he could walk
into a bar and shoot a man in the back. It was evident that this fellow was
carefree, rightfully so, since none of the other occupants in the bar even
bothered to lift a finger in the dead bouncer's protest. He looked at the
boy, who was still captivated by his earlier actions. He took another puff
of his cigarette and asked him, "You ok, kid?" Hiroyuki looked at Joe and
nodded and said, "Thanks, mister…you saved my life from that freakish bouncer
guy…" Joe sighed and said simply, "Whatever…" He helped up Hiroyuki who looked
at the gun in his holster. "Hey, mister, where'd you get that gun?" He asked
innocently. Joe sighed in exasperation at the boy and his sudden onset of
curiosity and replied, "Who cares? It's my weapon anyway." Hiroyuki smirked
and looked into Joe's eyes saying, "Hey…You killed a secret agent and stole it
from him didn't ya? That's a PP7 pistol, a spy's gun, and it's silenced no less.
Hell, someone would've caught you sooner or later, mister." Joe sighed and nodded
his head, and then he asked, "Hey wait a second…how the hell did you know that?"
Hiroyuki shrugged, "I guess I'm just good with guns." Joe shrugged and repeated,
"Whatever…" Joe searched the corpse of the bouncer and found a few rubles and a
pocketknife, all of which he gave to the kid. He also removed the coat and took
it to the bartender. "Give me the water tap," he said in his best Russian dialect.
He sprayed the jacket clean of any blood that was on it and wrung it dry. He
aired it out before giving it to Hiroyuki. "Here, kid. My treat. It's got a
bullet hole, but don't let that get you down." Hiroyuki smiled at Joe the way
that a child would and said, "Thanks, mister. You're cool…especially with that
gun and all…" Joe shrugged and walked the boy out of the bar saying simply,
"Whatever…" The boy looked up at him and asked, "Hey mister…who are you?" Joe
looked down and laughed lightly and answered, "Me? I'm…a Gundam pilot."
To Be Continued…
