Gundam R- Roshtaria's Revenge
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Author's Notes: Coming to terms with the fact that everyone has written they're own little version of Gundam R, I, Oxymoron am writing my own take on it. So, here it is. Tell me what you think. BTW, I changed it for my own purposes. ^.~
Disclaimer: You can't sue me! HA! Kelcie, Takera-kun and I own these chatacters! :P
This new character is Li, from China.
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The stars made the night seem more and more beautiful than I could imagine. China was, no doubt, a beautiful place at night. But one could wonder how beautiful it would be to see the stars up close, before Star Destroyer got to them. Star Destroyer. Those damned bastards.
"Li, dear?" The grass was so welcoming tonight. The warm breeze could have coaxed me to sleep. "Li, dear." I could have fallen asleep right there."Li."
I turned to the one calling me. "What is it, woman?"
Her pale, china doll like face fell sullen with my outburst. "You need to come in. The Iron Guard will be here, soon. If they see you out there they'll know we're still here." I sighed. The Iron Guard. They were supposedly Earth's Protectors. Why would they suck the health from the Earth in such plentyful bounds? Taxes. Taxes be damned.
I stood, brushed off my pants, and followed my wife inside. At only fifteen, we were the youngest to marry on this side of China. But we did it because of our predestined fates. Not because we wanted to. Her name was Tomoyo. What a beautiful name.
We took the precautions we did every night. We hid under our beds around nine o'clock, and didn't come out until midnight. But this night was different.
"Take a look inside," one of the soilders suggested. The sextet of soilders made they're way to the door, and looked around. "Well, lets do as the Bossman said. Set it off."
Before we knew it, the house was ablaze.
"Tomoyo! Where are you?!" I screamed through the smoke. But no use. My wife was nowhere to be found. And I was soon captured by those damned Iron Guard Bastards.
Why Tomoyo? Why?
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Prisoner Camp. A camp for refugees of Iron Guard. Those who had not committed themselves to the foolish ways of Iron Guard would be sent to a camp. Concentration Camp. Death camp.
It was supposed, that if one was not sworn to Iron Guard, then they were aligned with Star Destroyer. Iron Guard wanted nothing to do with Star Destroyer, and didn't care if there was death on the colonys, as long as the Earth wasn't harmed. But why?
He'd known many a man who hadn't sworn to Iron Guard. Just a week before, a poison gas bomb was set off in his best friend's house. He'd died. Even his grandfather, who had lived to see many a war, was dead. It hadn't even taken the Iron Guard ten minutes to kill him.
And now, as Li sat, the world was crashing down around him.
Damn Iron Guard!
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Author's Notes: This half is in third person.
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Takera had made it out of that perdicament alive, but he was still bound to a wheelchair for three weeks. Wheelchair. Three weeks. Ha. He would be out in less than one.
He'd made it three blocks away when he felt the presense of another behind him. He turned, to spot Katrina. "Takera! Wait!" She caught up to him, and in quick breaths, she mumbled. "I just wanted to know where you were going."
Takera shook his head. "I don't know. Somewhere."
With that, he turned, and wheeled off.
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"Under the big top tonight, we present Gerdi Barton, Flying Trapeze Extraordinair, Animal Trainer Lypsy Lordin, and the Disapearing man, Logan Xavier. Say, Precis, do you think we could go?" Mirina handed the ad to Precis, who studied it.
"Sure, but I doubt we'll find a pilot there." She set it aside, and began typing again.
"No, no. This is for fun."
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Author's Notes: Review. Now. Do it.
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Author's Notes: Coming to terms with the fact that everyone has written they're own little version of Gundam R, I, Oxymoron am writing my own take on it. So, here it is. Tell me what you think. BTW, I changed it for my own purposes. ^.~
Disclaimer: You can't sue me! HA! Kelcie, Takera-kun and I own these chatacters! :P
This new character is Li, from China.
___________________________
The stars made the night seem more and more beautiful than I could imagine. China was, no doubt, a beautiful place at night. But one could wonder how beautiful it would be to see the stars up close, before Star Destroyer got to them. Star Destroyer. Those damned bastards.
"Li, dear?" The grass was so welcoming tonight. The warm breeze could have coaxed me to sleep. "Li, dear." I could have fallen asleep right there."Li."
I turned to the one calling me. "What is it, woman?"
Her pale, china doll like face fell sullen with my outburst. "You need to come in. The Iron Guard will be here, soon. If they see you out there they'll know we're still here." I sighed. The Iron Guard. They were supposedly Earth's Protectors. Why would they suck the health from the Earth in such plentyful bounds? Taxes. Taxes be damned.
I stood, brushed off my pants, and followed my wife inside. At only fifteen, we were the youngest to marry on this side of China. But we did it because of our predestined fates. Not because we wanted to. Her name was Tomoyo. What a beautiful name.
We took the precautions we did every night. We hid under our beds around nine o'clock, and didn't come out until midnight. But this night was different.
"Take a look inside," one of the soilders suggested. The sextet of soilders made they're way to the door, and looked around. "Well, lets do as the Bossman said. Set it off."
Before we knew it, the house was ablaze.
"Tomoyo! Where are you?!" I screamed through the smoke. But no use. My wife was nowhere to be found. And I was soon captured by those damned Iron Guard Bastards.
Why Tomoyo? Why?
____
Prisoner Camp. A camp for refugees of Iron Guard. Those who had not committed themselves to the foolish ways of Iron Guard would be sent to a camp. Concentration Camp. Death camp.
It was supposed, that if one was not sworn to Iron Guard, then they were aligned with Star Destroyer. Iron Guard wanted nothing to do with Star Destroyer, and didn't care if there was death on the colonys, as long as the Earth wasn't harmed. But why?
He'd known many a man who hadn't sworn to Iron Guard. Just a week before, a poison gas bomb was set off in his best friend's house. He'd died. Even his grandfather, who had lived to see many a war, was dead. It hadn't even taken the Iron Guard ten minutes to kill him.
And now, as Li sat, the world was crashing down around him.
Damn Iron Guard!
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Author's Notes: This half is in third person.
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Takera had made it out of that perdicament alive, but he was still bound to a wheelchair for three weeks. Wheelchair. Three weeks. Ha. He would be out in less than one.
He'd made it three blocks away when he felt the presense of another behind him. He turned, to spot Katrina. "Takera! Wait!" She caught up to him, and in quick breaths, she mumbled. "I just wanted to know where you were going."
Takera shook his head. "I don't know. Somewhere."
With that, he turned, and wheeled off.
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"Under the big top tonight, we present Gerdi Barton, Flying Trapeze Extraordinair, Animal Trainer Lypsy Lordin, and the Disapearing man, Logan Xavier. Say, Precis, do you think we could go?" Mirina handed the ad to Precis, who studied it.
"Sure, but I doubt we'll find a pilot there." She set it aside, and began typing again.
"No, no. This is for fun."
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Author's Notes: Review. Now. Do it.
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