Chapter 1 - Success
Warnings: Maybe a little graphic. Just a tiny bit. (And profanity.) Maybe PG.
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Hashim gently eased his mini-thrusters to port, enabling him to continue to patrol his part of the
sky. Nothing ever happened around here; man, where *were* all these Gundams everyone was
talking about? If he ever saw one, he'd show that just one straight-thinking soldier could defeat a
group of pathetic rebels any day. But for now, he just continued to patrol the little part of the sky
that he was assigned to.
Time to call in. "Leo 562 to Yukusho base," he said to the radio.
A bit of crackling was his only reply before, "Leo 562 acknowledged."
"All clear in Sector 14-D. Repeat, all clear in - "
*whoosh*
Hashim only had time to scream "Gundam!" before the beam scythe sliced through his Leo,
cutting it to two pieces and exposing him to the vacuum of space. Hashim died in an instant, just
before his Leo became a beautiful blossom of flame in the starry sky.
****
Duo laughed maniacally. "I'm the God of Death! All who see me die!" Inwardly, he cringed a little
and wondered who wouldn't have a daddy coming home tomorrow. No, couldn't think about
Mobile suits that way; just machines. Yeah. He chuckled deeply.
Abruptly Heero appeared on the screen. "There will be havoc around here soon. You know what
to do."
Duo saluted with a cocky smirk. "Sure do, Heero. Just keep 'em busy a while."
Heero remained emotionless, and Duo wondered for an instant if a block of stone would be more
responsive. "You have twenty minutes, or I will assume you dead or captured."
Duo dismissed that information as petty details. "Yeah, yeah. . ." His fingers nimbly flashed over
the buttons in the cockpit, setting up a cloak for the Deathscythe to sneak a way in. A Leo would
have had to bump into him to realize he was there. "On the flip side, then." Easing the thrust into
quiet gear, he jetted past the collection of Leo's converging on Heero. Eh, he was the Perfect
Soldier. He'd be fine.
With so many focused on the single fighting Gundam, slipping in unnoticed proved a cinch. The
main problem was docking, but a little playing around with the security system did the trick, and a
docking bay opened as surely as for an envoy. Within a minute Duo was docked.
The necessary supplies for the mission were scattered in the few spare places provided by the
Deathscythe's cockpit. Duo set to casting about, locating his gun, several ZIP disks, a package of
explosives, and naturally, his black cap, which he pulled down onto his head and over his eyes
with a vigorous tug. He checked his watch: 14 minutes, 38 seconds left before he was 'dead or
captured'. Duo smirked. A cinch. He rushed down the halls, holding his gun in a loose grip, ready
to raise it in an instant. Left, left, center, middle right, left, right, if his memorization of the layout
was correct.
Must've been. Duo was standing right in front of Lab 231-A. The next step, of course, was to get
in. That wouldn't be too difficult either. Reaching back into the base of his braid, he pulled loose a
lock pick and wiggled it in the lock, waiting for the small clicks that meant one key punch was
accepted and the next one could be inputted, and the louder *hissssssssssss* that indicated an
opened lock. Two minutes exactly, and he got what he wanted. "Heh, I'd like to see Heero do
*that*," Duo muttered before pressing the button marked OPEN. With a hydraulic hiss, the door
slid wide.
Three pairs of eyes spun to stare wide-eyed at the intruder. "What the -"
Three gunshots rang out, and then there were three bullet holes in three different foreheads. Duo
grimaced at the blood and brains scattered over the equipment, then pushed one lifeless body out
of the way and began typing furiously, looking for Peacecraft information.
Surprisingly, it wasn't hard to obtain - only one firewall, and a password, and you were in.
Downloading the information, Duo glanced at his watch again. 6 minutes and 20 seconds before
Heero left. Still plenty of time. Besides, he could cut a path to safety once in his Gundam -
"Open the door!"
Duo spun to see a rather big, powerful-looking man in the doorway, looking like he would crush
something unless the door was opened, and fast. Duo's eyes widened slightly. It was definitely
time to jet, unless he was ready to die. "Sorry, no can do," he shouted at the thick glass, and the
man's mouth worked up and down as if at a loss for words. "Not used to being dissed, huh?"
Duo muttered. He needed another way out.
Another way out. Hmmmmm. . . his eyes fell on the venting system in the ceiling. Perfect. Duo
ejected the ZIP disk from the huge computer and tucked it into his back pants pocket while the
man pounded on the door as if it would get him into the lab.
The man continued to pound away while Duo dragged a chair under the vent and stood on it,
using a minature screwdriver (which had also been hidden in his braid) to patiently loosen and
remove the cover. When it came free, he pulled himself up into the vent duct, about to crawl away
when an immature whim struck him. Unable to resist, Duo hung his head out of the duct, his
braid falling towards the floor, and stuck out his tounge at the enraged man. "Heh heh heh," he
chuckled, then crawled through the vent system towards where he estimated his Gundam was,
choking on the dust. Did they *ever* clean these things?
Only one more thing to do. When Duo came to a crossways in the vents, he gently laid the
explosives on the ground and flicked off the safety. The small package was akin to the stuff used
to self-destruct the Gundams, and this was a slighter larger package than most. Once more Duo
checked his watch - 3 minutes and 7 seconds. Time was getting short. Hurriedly Duo punched the
remote control password, then removed the small transmitter-detonator from its latch on the
explosives and clutched it tightly as he clambered down the vent.
1 minute 27 seconds later, Duo dropped out of the vent duct again, gripping his handgun with his
left hand and the tranmitter-detonator in his right. Docking bay 2-E was right in front of him.
Perfect again. "Hell, some days *I* am the Perfect Soldier," Duo informed the empty dock before
climbing into his Gundam and detaching from the base. Nothing felt as good as completing a
mission without a hitch.
Not far away, a huge pack of Leos were advancing. Laughing, Duo removed the cloaking device
as fast as he could, powering up the beam scythe as did so. Green light washed the veiwing
screens as the God of Death slashed 3 Leos apart in one swipe, grinning maniacally as he did so.
"ORE WA SHINIGAMI!" Gradually, he cut a path away from the base.
One last thing. "Let's see how they handle *this*, he smiled, pressing the detonation button.
Immediately the sky blossomed in red and yellow and orange bursts as the huge OZ base exploded
in brilliant colors. Ah, bliss. . . Ninmu Kanryou.
Those words brought Heero to mind, and abruptly it occured to Duo to raise the
ice-block-headed boy on vid-comm before Heero took off without him. He pressed the
"Comm01" button - an instant link to Heero's Gundam - and called, "Hey, Heero! Let's jet!"
There was no reply except static as the place where an image of Heero should've been, snowy
spots reigned.
* * *
Okay, so this is my first action fic. I'm terrible at describing action too. Oh, well. If you don't like
my style of writing at this point, you'd better just leave. Someday I'll get really good at this,
though, watch!
* * *
Warnings: Maybe a little graphic. Just a tiny bit. (And profanity.) Maybe PG.
* * *
Hashim gently eased his mini-thrusters to port, enabling him to continue to patrol his part of the
sky. Nothing ever happened around here; man, where *were* all these Gundams everyone was
talking about? If he ever saw one, he'd show that just one straight-thinking soldier could defeat a
group of pathetic rebels any day. But for now, he just continued to patrol the little part of the sky
that he was assigned to.
Time to call in. "Leo 562 to Yukusho base," he said to the radio.
A bit of crackling was his only reply before, "Leo 562 acknowledged."
"All clear in Sector 14-D. Repeat, all clear in - "
*whoosh*
Hashim only had time to scream "Gundam!" before the beam scythe sliced through his Leo,
cutting it to two pieces and exposing him to the vacuum of space. Hashim died in an instant, just
before his Leo became a beautiful blossom of flame in the starry sky.
****
Duo laughed maniacally. "I'm the God of Death! All who see me die!" Inwardly, he cringed a little
and wondered who wouldn't have a daddy coming home tomorrow. No, couldn't think about
Mobile suits that way; just machines. Yeah. He chuckled deeply.
Abruptly Heero appeared on the screen. "There will be havoc around here soon. You know what
to do."
Duo saluted with a cocky smirk. "Sure do, Heero. Just keep 'em busy a while."
Heero remained emotionless, and Duo wondered for an instant if a block of stone would be more
responsive. "You have twenty minutes, or I will assume you dead or captured."
Duo dismissed that information as petty details. "Yeah, yeah. . ." His fingers nimbly flashed over
the buttons in the cockpit, setting up a cloak for the Deathscythe to sneak a way in. A Leo would
have had to bump into him to realize he was there. "On the flip side, then." Easing the thrust into
quiet gear, he jetted past the collection of Leo's converging on Heero. Eh, he was the Perfect
Soldier. He'd be fine.
With so many focused on the single fighting Gundam, slipping in unnoticed proved a cinch. The
main problem was docking, but a little playing around with the security system did the trick, and a
docking bay opened as surely as for an envoy. Within a minute Duo was docked.
The necessary supplies for the mission were scattered in the few spare places provided by the
Deathscythe's cockpit. Duo set to casting about, locating his gun, several ZIP disks, a package of
explosives, and naturally, his black cap, which he pulled down onto his head and over his eyes
with a vigorous tug. He checked his watch: 14 minutes, 38 seconds left before he was 'dead or
captured'. Duo smirked. A cinch. He rushed down the halls, holding his gun in a loose grip, ready
to raise it in an instant. Left, left, center, middle right, left, right, if his memorization of the layout
was correct.
Must've been. Duo was standing right in front of Lab 231-A. The next step, of course, was to get
in. That wouldn't be too difficult either. Reaching back into the base of his braid, he pulled loose a
lock pick and wiggled it in the lock, waiting for the small clicks that meant one key punch was
accepted and the next one could be inputted, and the louder *hissssssssssss* that indicated an
opened lock. Two minutes exactly, and he got what he wanted. "Heh, I'd like to see Heero do
*that*," Duo muttered before pressing the button marked OPEN. With a hydraulic hiss, the door
slid wide.
Three pairs of eyes spun to stare wide-eyed at the intruder. "What the -"
Three gunshots rang out, and then there were three bullet holes in three different foreheads. Duo
grimaced at the blood and brains scattered over the equipment, then pushed one lifeless body out
of the way and began typing furiously, looking for Peacecraft information.
Surprisingly, it wasn't hard to obtain - only one firewall, and a password, and you were in.
Downloading the information, Duo glanced at his watch again. 6 minutes and 20 seconds before
Heero left. Still plenty of time. Besides, he could cut a path to safety once in his Gundam -
"Open the door!"
Duo spun to see a rather big, powerful-looking man in the doorway, looking like he would crush
something unless the door was opened, and fast. Duo's eyes widened slightly. It was definitely
time to jet, unless he was ready to die. "Sorry, no can do," he shouted at the thick glass, and the
man's mouth worked up and down as if at a loss for words. "Not used to being dissed, huh?"
Duo muttered. He needed another way out.
Another way out. Hmmmmm. . . his eyes fell on the venting system in the ceiling. Perfect. Duo
ejected the ZIP disk from the huge computer and tucked it into his back pants pocket while the
man pounded on the door as if it would get him into the lab.
The man continued to pound away while Duo dragged a chair under the vent and stood on it,
using a minature screwdriver (which had also been hidden in his braid) to patiently loosen and
remove the cover. When it came free, he pulled himself up into the vent duct, about to crawl away
when an immature whim struck him. Unable to resist, Duo hung his head out of the duct, his
braid falling towards the floor, and stuck out his tounge at the enraged man. "Heh heh heh," he
chuckled, then crawled through the vent system towards where he estimated his Gundam was,
choking on the dust. Did they *ever* clean these things?
Only one more thing to do. When Duo came to a crossways in the vents, he gently laid the
explosives on the ground and flicked off the safety. The small package was akin to the stuff used
to self-destruct the Gundams, and this was a slighter larger package than most. Once more Duo
checked his watch - 3 minutes and 7 seconds. Time was getting short. Hurriedly Duo punched the
remote control password, then removed the small transmitter-detonator from its latch on the
explosives and clutched it tightly as he clambered down the vent.
1 minute 27 seconds later, Duo dropped out of the vent duct again, gripping his handgun with his
left hand and the tranmitter-detonator in his right. Docking bay 2-E was right in front of him.
Perfect again. "Hell, some days *I* am the Perfect Soldier," Duo informed the empty dock before
climbing into his Gundam and detaching from the base. Nothing felt as good as completing a
mission without a hitch.
Not far away, a huge pack of Leos were advancing. Laughing, Duo removed the cloaking device
as fast as he could, powering up the beam scythe as did so. Green light washed the veiwing
screens as the God of Death slashed 3 Leos apart in one swipe, grinning maniacally as he did so.
"ORE WA SHINIGAMI!" Gradually, he cut a path away from the base.
One last thing. "Let's see how they handle *this*, he smiled, pressing the detonation button.
Immediately the sky blossomed in red and yellow and orange bursts as the huge OZ base exploded
in brilliant colors. Ah, bliss. . . Ninmu Kanryou.
Those words brought Heero to mind, and abruptly it occured to Duo to raise the
ice-block-headed boy on vid-comm before Heero took off without him. He pressed the
"Comm01" button - an instant link to Heero's Gundam - and called, "Hey, Heero! Let's jet!"
There was no reply except static as the place where an image of Heero should've been, snowy
spots reigned.
* * *
Okay, so this is my first action fic. I'm terrible at describing action too. Oh, well. If you don't like
my style of writing at this point, you'd better just leave. Someday I'll get really good at this,
though, watch!
* * *