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Readers Note: This is a re-post. Also this contains major spoilers for Trigun, so if you haven't seen the whole series I wouldn't recommend reading this.
Gundam Wing & Trigun
Trigundam
Episode 8: Id the Lion
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The relief was short lived as the cockpit opened and out came the Third Gung-Ho Gun, Id the Lion. He came out in one swift motion like a river at high speed but he was in terrible shape, his hair messy like moss, blood was oozing down his face and his jumpsuit in shreds. In his hand he held his newly built gunblade, it came out in a silver flow like mercury and it stopped with it's barrel and sights pointing at one of the Gundam pilots. The one who was at the end of those sights was the pilot of the Clockwork, Alexandria DeLarge.
"DIE GUNDAM!" Id screamed, "DIE!" His finger reached up and pulled the trigger
Id didn't care who he was aiming at he just wanted to kill someone. For not only had he failed the battle but he also received his final orders. Before he was captured he made a call to MO7B to make his report to Knives.
"You failed me, Id." Knives insulted
"But Master, I did not know of their other mobile suit."
"No excuses! You're not even worth using my powers to kill. I'll let the Gundams kill you."
"Master!"
Id called and called, but no answer came though to the Epyon.
"Damn it!" Id cursed as he was reloading his gunblade while being pulled into Peace Millions mobile suit bay. The chamber was fully loaded and now was the time to use it.
He waited through the sheer humiliation of being dragged up to the bay and the very fact of being captured. He felt it land and hear the suit make its loud scraps between the floor and it's hull. They echoed through the entire cockpit, it was so unbearable that Id threw his helmet off and covered his ears but that loud screech still came through.
EEEEE!
Finally the screeching stopped, but the sounds drove Id to madness, it was this constant sound that pierced through his eardrums. He wanted to scream and to kill.
Kill. Kill. Kill
That thought was running through his mind like a train at full speed.
He opened the cockpit door and scrambled his way to the top with the gunblade in his hand.
"DIE GUNDAMS! DIE!" He screamed
His sights were set upon the first pilot that he could see. The pilot that came into his sights was Alexandria DeLarge. The long barrel sight of the gunblade was right in the center of her head. She rose her hands showing that she wasn't armed. Id reached his finger forward to the trigger and felt its cold steel; he could feel its weight as he pulled it back. The hammer came back and with one more tug the hammer would come down and blast the bullet out of the barrel sending it at the unarmed Gundam.
Vash the Stampede was standing upon the catwalk when he watched the Epyon skid into the bay and watched as Id the Lion popped out of the cockpit with the Gunblade in his hand. Vash drew out his .45 long barrel and from his distance of 30 feet away and 45 feet up he took aim at the gunblade and drew back the hammer.
In the same instant Johan drew out his Outsider and aimed it at the gunblade from his distance of 35 feet away and 15 feet down. He pulled back the hammer with his sights set on one part of the gunblade hoping that this shot will work.
Both their hammers were pulled back; both tugged their triggers and so did Id the Lion.
BANG!
The trio of bullets flew out of their barrels and to their targets. The bullets from Vash and Johan, hit the barrel of Id's gunblade. It pierced through it on both sides leaving it to look like it had exploded from the inside, like a firecracker.
Id knew that the heat from the bullets would make the gunblade explode. IT would then blow up in his hand and he would have to get someone to open ketchup bottles for him for the rest of his life. He took the gunblade and threw it to the steel floor below and watched it explode sending its pieces each direction like a pineapple grenade. The only thing to figure out was, did Id's bullet hit the target?
The Gundams and the Peace Guns looked towards Id's target, Alexandria DeLarge. What they saw exceeded their expectations. Both the Gundams and the Peace Guns expected to see Alexandria bending over, screaming and cradling a bloody nub that used to be her left hand and wrist. Instead they saw Alexandria still standing with her arms raised. Her left wrist was a nub but it was a nub of metal, wires and blue sparks.
"My God." Quatre gasped clasping his hand to his mouth, "What are you?"
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In Peace Million's Sick Bay, Alexandria was there having her arm healed or rather, fixed.
Sickbay was like that of a first rate hospital. It took up part of one floor of Peace Million, since there was no telling what kinds of casualties that would happen on any given day. Though this wasn't a human casualty this was nothing more than a replacement part operation.
Alexandria sat in a square completely white room with her nub of a left hand with Lady Une across the table and a set of three replacement hands on the table. Each hand was like Alexandria's, dainty, delicate, tough and synthetic; the steel rims that circulated the wrist joint of each hand reflected that quality.
"That right, baunching bastard blew me hand off." Alexandria cursed, "I really like that hand."
"Don't worry." Lady Une assured, "We have plenty of spare parts."
Alexandria smiled that stretched from ear to ear, yet her eyes narrowed, "Right, right."
She looked as though she would start to laugh like some kind of absurd James Bond villain, but she didn't.
Lady Une reached across the table for Alexandria's rub of a hand; she pulled it towards herself like a fortuneteller reading palms. Except Lady Une was looking at the damaged nub. She scrutinized it like a scientist looking into a microscope.
"Hmm." Lady Une said, "Looks like he hit your wrist. We're going to have to replace the arm."
"Damn." Alexandria sighed.
Lady Une got up from her chair and went to one of the storage cabinets at the far end of the room nearest to the door. She opened it and there in that cabinet were body parts, arms, legs, and hands all stored into the cabinet like a gun rack. She reached din and pulled out an arm that looked so realistic that one could mistake it for a real arm. Though the only give away was the shoulder joint. It had a thick shaft sticking out of it, about the size of a salsa jar; it looked just like some kind of large thick bolt.
"I think you might need this one." Lady Une smiled as she brought the replacement arm to Alexandria.
"Ah." She smiled, "Me gunarm."
"You were caught off guard. That's not like you."
"I know, M."
She liked to call Lady Une, "her m" mostly because Lady Une had been there since Alexandria was a little girl. She explained once that M, stood for mother or mom, depending on how one would look at it, but she only called Lady Une her M when they were alone together. It was her private nickname for her.
Suddenly, the door opened and in stomped the Gundams with Duo in the lead. Both Lady Une and Alexandria snapped to look over at the Gundams to see their looks were mixtures of shock, fear, anger, disbelief, and demand.
Duo was the one who had the look of demand, his eyes narrow, eyebrows at an angel together, and lips scrunched.
"Oh." Lady Une greeted, "Hello."
"Don't Hello me." Duo huffed, "You owe us an explanation. Why didn't you tell us?"
He pointed to Alexandria's damaged wrist and then to the spare arm in Lady Une's hand.
"You do deserve an explanation." Lady Une sighed, her smile fading from her face like quick melting ice cream. She went over to Alexandria to give her the spare arm. She sat down like an old woman as she began her explanation.
"There's no delicate way to say this." She began, "So I'll give it to you straight."
"Get on with it!" Duo shouted
"Alexandria's an android."
Silence, the answer was far beyond what they had expected. Originally they would have wanted to hear that Alexandria was some kind of multiple amputee or something that would at least explain the events in the mobile suit bay.
"An android?" Quatre asked
"To be more accurate a bioroid."
"That's right." Alexandria stated as she unzipped her skintight space suit. She took out her arms and pulled the suit back to show that she was only wearing a white tank top. She reached for her left arm and gave it a small tug. With her hand still on her arm there was a noise that was like a dentist drill coming from Alexandria's left shoulder. Her arm came loose and Alexandria pulled it away from its socket.
The socket was a steel hole in her side where the shoulder joint would be. Inside the hole was a mixture of different colored lights, wires with the threading that was like the bolt coming from the arm around the inside of the steel hole.
She picked up the new arm and shoved it ever so lightly and the dentist drill noise blared out again like a stereo set too high. When it stopped Alexandria moved the handless arm around like new. She then reached over for one of the hands.
"Hey, Lady Une?" She asked, "Which hand should I use for this arm?"
"The one on the far right."
"Thanks."
She reached for the armless hand and snapped it into the wrist socket of her new arm. She moved her fingers and new arm together as if testing it out like a new car.
"As I was saying." Alexandria continued, "Most of me body is metal and things, but my head isn't."
"Not even a doctor could tell the difference. Unless the body is X-rayed."
"But she felt warm when we were dancing." Duo pointed out, his face went from pure demand to confusion and fear.
"That parts too complex to understand. All I can say is that, she's designed to be like the real thing."
The next test that Alexandria performed on her new arm was the "gun" ability. She held out her hand and her palm split open like a cleanly cracked walnut and out of this 2-inch crack came out a long barrel the length of her forearm. It stretched out of her palm and then it bend backward resting on her forearm with her finger on a half circle trigger, her fingers resting on a handle coming down from the forearm length barrel and the barrel of t he gun pointed out like an extending index finger.
She released her grip from the handle and trigger and the gun retracted back into the 2-inch crack in her palm. The crack closed and her arm looked as normal as could be.
Lady Une then continued her explanation, "Alexandria was created under the supervision of Chief Engineer Tuberoff. She was another one of Tuberoff's secret projects like the AI mobile dolls, the Gundam Vindicator and the Clockwork. But she was designed to be a perfect soldier like Heero Yuy."
She looked at Alexandria with puppy-dog eyes, "When some of the projects were scrapped, Mr. Treize asked me to take them over. The Vindicator, Clockwork and Alexandria. I raised Alexandria as it she were my own child, but she isn't. Even though she feels like it most of the time."
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In another part of Peace Million, the Peace Guns were trying to interpret what just happened in the mobile suit bay. Their looks clearly distinguished the general mood about them. There was confusion, fear, and suspicion.
"A prosthetic arm?" Meyl asked speculating
"I don't think so." Wolfwood refuted, "I don't know what it is but I don't think that girl's quite human."
"What makes you say that?" Millie asked with a raised finger to her chin.
"For one." Wolfwood pointed out, "She wasn't screaming in pain when the bullet hit her."
"If it was a prosthetic arm." Merly added, "Then she wouldn't feel anything at all."
"That is true." Wolfwood agreed adjusting his Cross Punisher as it sat over his shoulder, "But the other thing that I saw in her eyes was that she didn't even flinch when she was shot at. That seems pretty damn fishy to me."
Vash couldn't take anymore of the suspense he had to know something, "What are you getting at exactly?" He asked
"I think that she's a machine, like the Gung-Ho Gun, Gray the Nine Lives."
"You mean like a robot?" Millie asked
Wolfwood shrugged, "I would say that's the best judgement."
"She is on our side." Vash stated, "So I don't think that we would have any problems with her."
Meryl placed her fists on her hips, "You're pretty trusting, Vash the Stampede."
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Id the Lion sat in his prison cell wishing that he made that shot.
"Damn." He cursed hearing the miniature echo in the cell, "Why is it that my mission cant be carried out?"
His cell was a simple square steel room with one window that was made out of plate glass with small holes in the bottom. It was like the cell that held Hannibal "the Cannibal" Lector only more space like.
As Id sat stewing in his own frustration he heard a door open from beyond the plate glass window. He expected to see a guard in full uniform to come in and keep an eye on his for the remainder of time he would have on the Preventer Ship Peace Million.
His disappointment was advent when he saw a woman with long brown hair and gentle eyes step out in front of the glass. She smiled at him without showing her teeth she simply curved both sides of her lips.
"It's been a long time." She said, "I shouldn't have given you up back then."
This caught Id's attention, "Who are you?" He asked
"I'm surprised Mr. Treize never told you about me or recognize me for that fact."
Lady Une looked behind her and found a small fold up metal chair, she sat in it looking through the plate glass at the Gung-Ho Gun. Id the Lion.
"My official name is Representative Une, but the crew calls me Lady Une." She introduced, "I know who you are, because you're my son."
"NO!" Id shouted as he bolted out from his sitting position, "My mother's dead, I was raised for combat in a lab to be a perfect solider, but my only family is Treize Kushrinada! I plan to avenge him by killing the Gundams. You were with Oz, you should understand what I'm trying to accomplish!"
Lady Une looked down to the steel floor, shaking her head, "Silly boy," She said
"What did you call me!" Id shouted, his shouts were echoed from the glass to the steel and back to the glass again.
Lady Une looked up again at Id, "You're a silly boy, Treize didn't die, he's still alive."
"YOU LIE!" Id screamed
"I'm not." She shook her head calmly, "Mr. Treize and his daughter Marimea Kushrinada are on there way here. They should arrive at any moment, they're eager to see you again."
Id's face began to sour as if he had bitten into a lemon, "Yes." He stewed, "We'll see who's lying."
A few minutes of silence later, the doors opened and in walked none other than the noble and his daughter, Treize and Marimea Kushrinada.
Id was in absolute disbelief of what he was seeing, he reached up and rubbed his eyes, feeling the jumpsuit material rub against his eyes lids. He opened them seeing only blurs for a moment and then saw the figure of his surrogate father, Treize Kushrinada.
It was a long time ago since Treize took Id in, it was back during the days of Oz that Id was an experiment in having a soldier powers that normal pilots wouldn't have. Unfortunately like most of the projects in Oz that made way for the mobile dolls, this one was scrapped and Id was gotten rid of. That was when he came into the company of Treize Kushrinada.
As Id was wandering through Europe at the time he came upon the mansion of Treize, Id had been wandering through the forests for weeks, hungry, cold, and tired. Even though he had been trained extremely well as a soldier, some skills didn't exactly include survival in the wilderness.
Treize found Id and thought about killing the boy, but he saw something in him. The same sort of qualities that Treize would find in both Johan and Heero, the qualities of a soldier with no distractions. Id had those qualities, and so he took him in and trained him in the art of mobile suit piloting.
Then the war between Earth and Space occurred and Treize went to fight on the front lines. Even though he had trained Id to fight, he still wasn't ready for actual combat. During that time news was scattered and vague, and Id had the news that Treize was dead. He heard that and his heart was filled with sadness but the sadness started to sour and became hatred. He continued to train himself in combat, going from battle field to another, making his mobile suit the Epyon and all of this in the hopes of avenging his surrogate father, Treize.
After all those years of training in the shadows, allowing the hate to fester, all of it vanished when Id the Lion, the Third Gung-Ho Gun saw Treize Kushrinada step out in front of the glass.
"Father." Id whispered he was on the edge of crying.
"Yes, Id. We are together again." Treize reached over for a small red button along side of the glass cell wall, he pushed it and watched a pain of the glass lift upward.
Treize opened his arms, inviting Id to come to him.
Id staggered his way into Treize arms, the two of them hugged, father and son. Id began to weep, his tears rolling down his pale face, and his hair lying against the blue noble uniform of Treize.
"Come Id." Treize said lifting up Id's face to look at him, "Let's go, we have a lot of catching up to do."
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"That guy was Treize's son?" Duo asked
Quatre shook his head, "That's not really what it is from what I've been told, Id is Treize adopted son."
"I guess it's true." Johan shrugged
"What's that?" Haruka asked
"That the nobles like to," Johan held up his fingers like quotation marks, "Run around."
He meant to say that the nobles like to be promiscuous.
"That's true." Duo smiled, "Those guys get their hands in more bumpers than a body shop."
The Gundams were in Peace Million's mess hall discussing the details surrounding this enemy, Id the Lion. Would he become an asset in the next battle? Or would he simply be another enemy that would be a nuisance in the future? All very good questions but the jury was still out on whether or not Id would help them, especially when they're going on a mission against a superior being.
The mission is only a day away, that much could be seen by the light of the Earth in the large windows of the mess hall, that is there destination.
Johan looked out through the windows at the Earth seeing how beautiful it is. It's like the moon from space, the moon looks awful from the colonies yet it looks better on Earth. When one is on Earth everything is taken for granted, it's beauty in unappreciated. Yet from space it looks absolutely breathtaking.
Haruka Tenou came up from behind him and wrapped her arms gently around his waist.
Johan looked, "Hey." He whispered
"Hi." Haruka smiled.
The two of them switched positions so that Johan was behind Haruka with his arms around her waist. The two of them stood swaying gently with each other looking at the Earth.
"What are you thinking of?" Haruka asked
Johan whispered, "I'm thinking of how I'm not going to let you go tonight."
On the other side of the mess hall along with the Gundams, the Peace Guns looked over towards Johan and Haruka looking out the windows at the Earth.
Vash smiled, "It's wonderful to see that much love."
"Yeah." Meryl smiled looking at the couple
"All of us know our strategies, right?" Wolfwood asked
The Peace Guns nodded knowing what the plan was once they got to Death Valley on Earth. It would be there that the last stance would be made and this time Vash won't be along against Knives. He would have support with him, the Gundams and the Peace Guns along side of him. But will they be able to survive? Even though Knives can clearly control machines as well as people, could they be able to overcome his controls, or will they die like so many others because of Knives? Most of all, will Vash choose love and peace once again over death?
To be continued…
Author's Notes: When the fanfiction.net author "Clockwork Pilot" told me about Alexandria she told me that she'd be an android. I figured that I shouldn't tell that out when she first appeared on the scene, that would take a little too much away from what was being handled at the time. So, I figured that I'd do it here and now since there would be time before Peace Million arrives on Earth.
Come back soon for more chapters of Trigundam…