Disclaimer: I do not own the copyrights to the characters of Gundam Wing.
All copyrights belong to their respective owners.
Author's Notes: Well here's another chapter that Turles and I whipped up together again, so enjoy the fic.
Chapter 6: The Final Waltz
The battle on Mars had been going on for days, an endless series of skirmishes, brushes, and meeting engagements with the Combine forces that had scattered themselves across much of Thorthig Steppes. The patrol code- named Delta entered the Mars Valley late in the day, casting long, double shadows before them from the fiercely-white sun at their backs.
Colonel Kylling checked his screens again, assuring himself that the Leo Customs, Leo Type Cannons, Alpha's and Artemis's formation was properly spaced, that the flankers and point Mobile Suits were in their proper positions.
Colonel Kylling was in command of the last of the Mars Mobile Army. The Suit he was piloting was an Alpha Mark 1 custom. It was just like the others except for one small feature. B.O.S.S. The Bio-Organic Support System. This system allows the pilot to become, in a sense, one with the suit. The reaction time is so quick that to the pilot it would seem as though the suit were an extension of himself.
Kylling looked out across the red Martian desert. He was waiting for the enemy. Enemy Mobile Suits had been reported in this area… Preventers and the Enders no less. The thought set his stomach to churning.
"Delta One, this is Delta Point." The radio voice punched through whispering traffic. Somewhere, and not far off, someone was jamming the high frequency bands, but it wasn't too bad…yet.
"Go, Point."
"Got something big up here on IR, Sir. Something big."
"Feed me."
Kylling's screen flickered and snapped, and then resolved with a view of Delta Point's transmitted infrared scan.
There was something out there, grey against grey among the boulders and scrub, the image eerily masked by the radiance of its own heat emissions. It could be just debris radiating day-heat as the evening desert cooled. There'd been a skirmish with some of Mars Mobile Army's Mobile Suits in this area just yesterday…
The shimmering something moved, a blur that left traceries of light fading across the screen.
"Enemy Mobile Suits! Enemy Mobile Suits!" The Point Alpha MS
sounded the warning. "Bearing twelve-o-clock! They're Preventers! Oh God, its Preventers and the Enders…"
Then the missiles began exploding among Delta Patrol's Alpha Mobile Suits.
Kylling swore bitterly. Preventers! Enders!
Nightmares were coming true. If it was the Preventers along with the Enders closing on their front, he thought, they were in deep, deep trouble.
"Point, fall back!" he called. "Formation! Watch your flanks! Let's go!" His view forward was a swirl of geysering flame, dust, and smoke, pierced through by the stabbing trials of missiles, the sweep of beams. He stabbed at his controls, bringing up a board-band radar image.
There were moving objects beyond the smoke, at least one… no, two of them, and closing fast. They were moving quickly, but not in any orthodox combat formation that Kylling knew. It looked like the two lighter Mobile Suits that the enemies have were screening the heavies as they lumbered forward. Their movements seemed senseless, unpredictable, and that worried Delta Patrol's commander. They were closing now, and finding the range. Kylling had time for just one question before he was fighting for his life.
"What in the hell are they up to?"
Suddenly an enormous black figure came out of the smoke. The reaction time between Kylling and the B.O.S.S. was so quick that he had already drawn out his beam saber. He had blocked the attack from the Ender Gundam.
"Nice try." He smiled, "You're going to have to do better than that."
The smoke cleared as if it was blown away and Kylling saw that he was surrounded. In all directions he saw Gundams, Preventer and Ender Gundams. He wasn't going to take it. He made his attack. He first set his sights on the Gundam that came out of the smoke the black winged one. He drew up his beam saber and charged right at the Ender. The two began their own battle, but Kylling didn't know that all his men were dead. All the suits had already been destroyed with their rubble at the feet of the Enders and the Preventers.
It didn't seem to matter to Kylling, he continued to fight the Gundam. He tried to slice the weapon out of the hand of the Gundam, but that had no effect. He was already blocked even before he could get to the Gundam's hand. Kylling grew feircer trying to hack off any body part he could get at. None of his attacks even made the slightest scratch in the Gundams armor.
He backed away looking at the other Gundams. He noticed that they were gathered around him and his enemy, like an audience to a street fight. They didn't attack him from any angle, they just stood there as if silently cheering one of the fighters on.
"Why aren't they attacking me?" He asked
By the time he had asked that it was already too late, the Gundam Gabriel has already struck. The Gundam Gabriel had run its beam saber right through the mobile suit chest. Kamui knew that particular spot was where the cockpit sat. The suit exploded right before his eyes. When the dust, smoke and debris cleared Kamui caught a glimpse of the city to the East. It was that same domed metropolis, the only city on Mars, Freeport. He needed to go there, it was in that city that there would be the last nail to hammer, Senator.
"Hey, Kamui." He heard a voice call
Kamui knew the voice to be that of Duo Maxwell, pilot of the Gundam DeathScythe Hell Custom.
"What is it, Duo?" He asked
"What are you looking at?"
Kamui looked back towards the city of Freeport as it contrasted against the Martian sky. He wondered what he would have to face there. He only answered Duo with a simple phrase.
"My future." He said.
***
The vision was clear. Kamui had his mission. His own self-proclaimed crusade. He took the Gundam Gabriel towards the city of Freeport, but he made sure that the active cloak was on. Otherwise, he would have exposed himself before he even got started. He watched through the screens within the Gundam Gabriel, as the enormous dome grew larger and larger within his sights. He allowed his right hand to slip away from the controls to feel his helmet. He knew that the helmet was on securely from the feeling through the material of the gloves. He wanted to make sure that he wouldn't suffer oxygen depletion because of the Martian Atmosphere.
"Senator Tatsuzou Sudou." Kamui thought, "I'm going to kill you."
Kamui took his hand away from his helmet and down to the hilt of his sword that was resting at his side. His sword was of great design; it was like that of a fencing foil with a double handled hilt. The hilt shimmered in gold while the scarab dulled with its colours of maple wood. This sword is the only possession that Kamui ever had since his childhood. It was a remembrance of a time gone by. It is ironic to use something from such an innocent time as childhood to fulfil a blood stained crusade.
Kamui fought his way on foot into the city of Freeport. Though he never drew out his sword. He didn't want to stain his proud blade with the blood of those serving under the dictator of a senator. It didn't take very much to bring down the guards; a punch to the face, gut or even a good kick was enough to get them out of the way.
By the time Kamui got into the city he knew that the Mars Army would be looking for someone in an environmental suit and a sword.
In a dark alley Kamui switched suits, he removed his environmental suit. It was at a rate that would be like the classic version of Superman. The scenes where Clark Kent just steps in and one second later he comes out as Superman.
Kamui tossed the suit aside and strapped on his long black cloak with his sword tucked away from view. Calmly and with cool steps he walked back out into the street with the officers of the Mars Army passing him. He felt a smile creep onto his face knowing that he had fooled the army of Mars simply by changing his clothes. As the Mars Army Soldiers passed by him, Kamui simply continued on his way towards the Senators building.
While he was walking towards the Senate building, Kamui had thoughts about how this oppressive force had done to the people of Mars. It reminded him too much of what was done to the Sank Kingdom in its collapse. He remembered all that news footage of people protesting, throwing Maltof cocktails at the Senate building and a young man standing in front of tanks. He thought that maybe that young man would have preferred to die then lived under the dictators of the Mars Senate. Kamui had sympathy for that young man, but he had bigger plans for them as well as the leader of that group.
He stood in front of the Senate building, it looked like something that scholars would write about the Roman Empire in the days when Rome was a flourishing Empire. He looked at its ivory steps and marble columns and thought how they were built on the backs of the unfortunate of Martian society. Kamui couldn't stand for this, he marched up the steps imagining himself spitting upon each step that this tyranny had built.
With each step that Kamui took he felt a sense of the place being abandoned. He looked around the steps as well as the streets around the Senate building. All was as deserted as an old Western Ghost Town. What was going on? He wondered.
It all seemed too convenient. First, Kamui showed up, started fights at the Freeport Station and was chased by the Mars Army. He only changed clothes and now it seemed that no one was bothering in security around the Mars Senate building. To top that off the streets were empty. He would have expected at least a few guards around this building except there's no one there. All of it was as empty as a drained paint can.
Kamui felt uneasy about this whole place, not a single sound, no dogs barking, no birds chirping and not a single footstep except for his. He continued to walk up the steps with his hand reaching for his sword handle. He felt its grip and he didn't want to let go. Who knows what kinds of dangers could be lurking in this empty place?
Several different scenarios ran through Kamui's mind about what could be going on. There could be booby traps everywhere, but even if there were Kamui would have had the innate sense that there would be some. It was like sonar that only a soldier would have and Kamui wasn't picking up anything. He had the same suspicions when he came to the automatic opening glass door. He stepped carefully on it making sure that this too wasn't a booby trap in disguise.
Nothing happened.
The door opened.
Kamui stepped inside still with his hand in his coat and gripped on the hilt of the sword. He stepped into the lobby smelling the freshness of whatever cleaner was used as well as the smell of cigarettes. Still, there was no one in the building, no sounds of people or doors opening, that was until…
"Welcome, Kamui." A voice called out
"Who's there?" Kamui asked quickly.
"I am your host, Senator Tatsuzou Sudou."
"Come out and face me!" Kamui demanded
DING!
Kamui looked sharply to his right and saw an elevator door open. He knew that the Senator was going to invite him up, but was the Senator going to fight him fairly or would this simply be a death trap?
"Come up if you dare!" The Senator laughed
Kamui had a feeling of what was going to happen, so he still kept his grip on the sword as he stepped over into the elevator. His heart raced with anticipation as the doors closed, he felt the upward jerk as the elevator made its upward climb. He watched the numbers above the door, this building had only 14 floors. By the second floor, Kamui had relaxed his grip on the sword only a little bit.
SLUMP!
He felt the elevator slide downward like the initial drop of a roller coaster. It stopped, Kamui knew that it was a trap. He pulled out the sword from its sheath. The sword was long and gleaming in its metallic glory. Along its side there was a gold band running from the hilt to the point. There were Hebrew letters on it. The letters read, "May the Strength of All Mighty God Be in this Sword."
Kamui looked towards the ceiling and shoved it upward. He pulled it down and brought a emergency door with it. He saw his chance, he jumped up and out of the elevator. He knew that he still had to make the journey upwards to the top floor.
Under his feet he felt the elevator begin to loose its grip. He went to his belt and pulled out a special took. He hooked it to his belt and to the elevator cable. He pulled himself upwards freeing his feet from that unnerving feeling of the car below him. He took his sword and with one great swipe he cut himself from the elevator car and felt the exhilaration of being pulled upward to the ceiling.
***
Kamui had reached the 14th floor. He looked around and saw it in its economised style of every door, lampshade and square foot of the floor and ceiling looking the same. He held his golden hilt sword out making sure that no one was going to get the drop on him.
Kamui's senses had peaked. Each step he took was echoed through the hall, his eyes panned left and right and his skin felt even the clothes against himself. He was alert as a night guard on caffeine. His eyes looked down the hall and there at the end he saw an enormous set of double doors carved out of a deep brown colour. Kamui knew this colour to be that of Oak or perhaps Maple. In the centre was its door handle, two joining half circles, one for each door.
Kamui stepped closer and closer to the door allowing his senses to become keener to be sure that no one was coming for him.
Nothing happened.
Kamui came to the door and shoved it open. The door swung open with very little sound. He looked in and saw a room of dark majesty. A room with windows in 180-degree directions revealing the red iron soaked Martian surface as well as its unearthly coloured horizon. There ahead was a desk and a backward turned chair. Kamui saw his chance, he could kill the senator just by running the sword right through the chair and into his back.
Stepping slowly, across the shinning black floor reflecting the red from the outside. Kamui's plans were thwarted with the next image he saw. The chair turned and from Kamui's sharp vision, he saw the Senator. From where he stood he could see the Senators old face and he stared right into his eyes. Those eyes that looked as cold as the Martian Ice Caps themselves.
"I've been waiting, Kamui Hyuga." The Senator stated, "You have been quite the nuisance to my army."
The Senator began to move out from his desk. Kamui held tighter onto the grip of his sword as he watched the Senators movements. He saw that his enemy was wearing a suit and tie and in his hand he was wielding a sword. To Kamui, it looked more like a Saber than any other kind of sword that he knew of.
"I feel as though I had been waiting for this moment for thousands of years." The Senator had proclaimed, "Don't you feel the same way?"
"It feels longer to me." Kamui refuted, "I won't let you do to Mars what the Alliance did to the Sank Kingdom."
The Senator held up his saber, "Shall we begin?"
Kamui smiled, "Ready for the fight scene."
Kamui and the Senator raised their swords as if they were two Samurai Warriors meeting for the first time on the battlefield. Except for Kamui and The Senator this would be the only time that they would meet. They brought their swords against each other in magnificent swipes. The Senator may be long in the tooth but he could still put up a good fight even against a pilot like Kamui.
Clang! Bash! Clang! Clang!
The Senator and Kamui had their swords against each other. They stared at each other, nose to nose, so close that Kamui could smell the stench of the Senator's breath. Kamui couldn't stand that stench. He saw his opportunity between the two swords. He shoved his head forward against the Senator; he retracted back grabbing his head in pain. Kamui was free from the sword lock and he saw his change when the Senator was pressing his hand against his forehead. Kamui took his sword and swiped it at the Senator. Kamui didn't see where his sword landed but he had hoped that it killed the Senator.
"AAHHH!" The Senator screamed as Kamui looked at where he struck.
The Senator was holding his hand against his left eye. When he took his hand away, it looked as though his left eye was shedding blood tears.
Still, the Senator wasn't down, he took his sword and flung it at Kamui. In an instant Kamui felt a sharp scratching against his left cheek. The blow was so fast that Kamui was knocked down to the floor. Kamui reached up to his face, he touched the area where he felt the searing hot pain. When he touched it, it felt as if someone had poured salt into his wound. He pulled his hand back and saw a line of blood in his hand reaching from his middle finger to his wrist. Yet, this wasn't the time to be healing wounds. He got back to his feet and looked at the Senator who was using his good eye.
The fight between these two forces was as even as a wood level. There seemed to be no end in sight for either one until sometime in the fight there was a standstill between the two warriors. It was as if they had stopped to look at each other to confirm in each other if this was the right war to fight.
"Of course it is." Kamui thought, "He's as evil as the old Alliance, I have to stop him before more people suffer."
The Senator smiled, "You mentioned the Sank Kingdom." He said, "When I get done with you perhaps I'll take the Sank Kingdom next."
"NO!" Kamui shouted as he allowed all the anger and strength in his body to go to his arms and into the blade of the sword. He brought it back like a baseball bat and swung it at the Senator like a golf club.
CRASH!
Kamui's sword broke through the Senators saber like a twig and then it went at the Senators throat. Kamui watched the event play out in slow motion like watching a car speeding at him. The sword passed through the Senators throat in a clean swipe like scissors into paper, and then the rest felt rough as the blood began to spew out. Kamui watched as the blood splattered across his clothes, the floor and especially the blade of the sword. The Senators head fell to the floor like a basketball, at first it bounced a few times and then came to rest at its side. The Senators body fell to its knees and then collapsed to the floor allowing the blood to pour out like someone slowly vomiting.
Kamui looked down at the body of the dead tyrant. He knew that what he had set out to do all that time ago was done. The personal crusade had come to an end. Now all that remains is to build a better government for the people. A better future for all the people of Mars, even Kamui, whose name means Power of God looked at what he had done and knew that he had rid Mars of a terrible darkness. Sometimes it is necessary to cut off a finger to save a hand. Kamui sheathed his sword and looked out the windows to the wide open spaces of Mars.
"God be praised." he whispered, "I have won."
To be continued…
All copyrights belong to their respective owners.
Author's Notes: Well here's another chapter that Turles and I whipped up together again, so enjoy the fic.
Chapter 6: The Final Waltz
The battle on Mars had been going on for days, an endless series of skirmishes, brushes, and meeting engagements with the Combine forces that had scattered themselves across much of Thorthig Steppes. The patrol code- named Delta entered the Mars Valley late in the day, casting long, double shadows before them from the fiercely-white sun at their backs.
Colonel Kylling checked his screens again, assuring himself that the Leo Customs, Leo Type Cannons, Alpha's and Artemis's formation was properly spaced, that the flankers and point Mobile Suits were in their proper positions.
Colonel Kylling was in command of the last of the Mars Mobile Army. The Suit he was piloting was an Alpha Mark 1 custom. It was just like the others except for one small feature. B.O.S.S. The Bio-Organic Support System. This system allows the pilot to become, in a sense, one with the suit. The reaction time is so quick that to the pilot it would seem as though the suit were an extension of himself.
Kylling looked out across the red Martian desert. He was waiting for the enemy. Enemy Mobile Suits had been reported in this area… Preventers and the Enders no less. The thought set his stomach to churning.
"Delta One, this is Delta Point." The radio voice punched through whispering traffic. Somewhere, and not far off, someone was jamming the high frequency bands, but it wasn't too bad…yet.
"Go, Point."
"Got something big up here on IR, Sir. Something big."
"Feed me."
Kylling's screen flickered and snapped, and then resolved with a view of Delta Point's transmitted infrared scan.
There was something out there, grey against grey among the boulders and scrub, the image eerily masked by the radiance of its own heat emissions. It could be just debris radiating day-heat as the evening desert cooled. There'd been a skirmish with some of Mars Mobile Army's Mobile Suits in this area just yesterday…
The shimmering something moved, a blur that left traceries of light fading across the screen.
"Enemy Mobile Suits! Enemy Mobile Suits!" The Point Alpha MS
sounded the warning. "Bearing twelve-o-clock! They're Preventers! Oh God, its Preventers and the Enders…"
Then the missiles began exploding among Delta Patrol's Alpha Mobile Suits.
Kylling swore bitterly. Preventers! Enders!
Nightmares were coming true. If it was the Preventers along with the Enders closing on their front, he thought, they were in deep, deep trouble.
"Point, fall back!" he called. "Formation! Watch your flanks! Let's go!" His view forward was a swirl of geysering flame, dust, and smoke, pierced through by the stabbing trials of missiles, the sweep of beams. He stabbed at his controls, bringing up a board-band radar image.
There were moving objects beyond the smoke, at least one… no, two of them, and closing fast. They were moving quickly, but not in any orthodox combat formation that Kylling knew. It looked like the two lighter Mobile Suits that the enemies have were screening the heavies as they lumbered forward. Their movements seemed senseless, unpredictable, and that worried Delta Patrol's commander. They were closing now, and finding the range. Kylling had time for just one question before he was fighting for his life.
"What in the hell are they up to?"
Suddenly an enormous black figure came out of the smoke. The reaction time between Kylling and the B.O.S.S. was so quick that he had already drawn out his beam saber. He had blocked the attack from the Ender Gundam.
"Nice try." He smiled, "You're going to have to do better than that."
The smoke cleared as if it was blown away and Kylling saw that he was surrounded. In all directions he saw Gundams, Preventer and Ender Gundams. He wasn't going to take it. He made his attack. He first set his sights on the Gundam that came out of the smoke the black winged one. He drew up his beam saber and charged right at the Ender. The two began their own battle, but Kylling didn't know that all his men were dead. All the suits had already been destroyed with their rubble at the feet of the Enders and the Preventers.
It didn't seem to matter to Kylling, he continued to fight the Gundam. He tried to slice the weapon out of the hand of the Gundam, but that had no effect. He was already blocked even before he could get to the Gundam's hand. Kylling grew feircer trying to hack off any body part he could get at. None of his attacks even made the slightest scratch in the Gundams armor.
He backed away looking at the other Gundams. He noticed that they were gathered around him and his enemy, like an audience to a street fight. They didn't attack him from any angle, they just stood there as if silently cheering one of the fighters on.
"Why aren't they attacking me?" He asked
By the time he had asked that it was already too late, the Gundam Gabriel has already struck. The Gundam Gabriel had run its beam saber right through the mobile suit chest. Kamui knew that particular spot was where the cockpit sat. The suit exploded right before his eyes. When the dust, smoke and debris cleared Kamui caught a glimpse of the city to the East. It was that same domed metropolis, the only city on Mars, Freeport. He needed to go there, it was in that city that there would be the last nail to hammer, Senator.
"Hey, Kamui." He heard a voice call
Kamui knew the voice to be that of Duo Maxwell, pilot of the Gundam DeathScythe Hell Custom.
"What is it, Duo?" He asked
"What are you looking at?"
Kamui looked back towards the city of Freeport as it contrasted against the Martian sky. He wondered what he would have to face there. He only answered Duo with a simple phrase.
"My future." He said.
***
The vision was clear. Kamui had his mission. His own self-proclaimed crusade. He took the Gundam Gabriel towards the city of Freeport, but he made sure that the active cloak was on. Otherwise, he would have exposed himself before he even got started. He watched through the screens within the Gundam Gabriel, as the enormous dome grew larger and larger within his sights. He allowed his right hand to slip away from the controls to feel his helmet. He knew that the helmet was on securely from the feeling through the material of the gloves. He wanted to make sure that he wouldn't suffer oxygen depletion because of the Martian Atmosphere.
"Senator Tatsuzou Sudou." Kamui thought, "I'm going to kill you."
Kamui took his hand away from his helmet and down to the hilt of his sword that was resting at his side. His sword was of great design; it was like that of a fencing foil with a double handled hilt. The hilt shimmered in gold while the scarab dulled with its colours of maple wood. This sword is the only possession that Kamui ever had since his childhood. It was a remembrance of a time gone by. It is ironic to use something from such an innocent time as childhood to fulfil a blood stained crusade.
Kamui fought his way on foot into the city of Freeport. Though he never drew out his sword. He didn't want to stain his proud blade with the blood of those serving under the dictator of a senator. It didn't take very much to bring down the guards; a punch to the face, gut or even a good kick was enough to get them out of the way.
By the time Kamui got into the city he knew that the Mars Army would be looking for someone in an environmental suit and a sword.
In a dark alley Kamui switched suits, he removed his environmental suit. It was at a rate that would be like the classic version of Superman. The scenes where Clark Kent just steps in and one second later he comes out as Superman.
Kamui tossed the suit aside and strapped on his long black cloak with his sword tucked away from view. Calmly and with cool steps he walked back out into the street with the officers of the Mars Army passing him. He felt a smile creep onto his face knowing that he had fooled the army of Mars simply by changing his clothes. As the Mars Army Soldiers passed by him, Kamui simply continued on his way towards the Senators building.
While he was walking towards the Senate building, Kamui had thoughts about how this oppressive force had done to the people of Mars. It reminded him too much of what was done to the Sank Kingdom in its collapse. He remembered all that news footage of people protesting, throwing Maltof cocktails at the Senate building and a young man standing in front of tanks. He thought that maybe that young man would have preferred to die then lived under the dictators of the Mars Senate. Kamui had sympathy for that young man, but he had bigger plans for them as well as the leader of that group.
He stood in front of the Senate building, it looked like something that scholars would write about the Roman Empire in the days when Rome was a flourishing Empire. He looked at its ivory steps and marble columns and thought how they were built on the backs of the unfortunate of Martian society. Kamui couldn't stand for this, he marched up the steps imagining himself spitting upon each step that this tyranny had built.
With each step that Kamui took he felt a sense of the place being abandoned. He looked around the steps as well as the streets around the Senate building. All was as deserted as an old Western Ghost Town. What was going on? He wondered.
It all seemed too convenient. First, Kamui showed up, started fights at the Freeport Station and was chased by the Mars Army. He only changed clothes and now it seemed that no one was bothering in security around the Mars Senate building. To top that off the streets were empty. He would have expected at least a few guards around this building except there's no one there. All of it was as empty as a drained paint can.
Kamui felt uneasy about this whole place, not a single sound, no dogs barking, no birds chirping and not a single footstep except for his. He continued to walk up the steps with his hand reaching for his sword handle. He felt its grip and he didn't want to let go. Who knows what kinds of dangers could be lurking in this empty place?
Several different scenarios ran through Kamui's mind about what could be going on. There could be booby traps everywhere, but even if there were Kamui would have had the innate sense that there would be some. It was like sonar that only a soldier would have and Kamui wasn't picking up anything. He had the same suspicions when he came to the automatic opening glass door. He stepped carefully on it making sure that this too wasn't a booby trap in disguise.
Nothing happened.
The door opened.
Kamui stepped inside still with his hand in his coat and gripped on the hilt of the sword. He stepped into the lobby smelling the freshness of whatever cleaner was used as well as the smell of cigarettes. Still, there was no one in the building, no sounds of people or doors opening, that was until…
"Welcome, Kamui." A voice called out
"Who's there?" Kamui asked quickly.
"I am your host, Senator Tatsuzou Sudou."
"Come out and face me!" Kamui demanded
DING!
Kamui looked sharply to his right and saw an elevator door open. He knew that the Senator was going to invite him up, but was the Senator going to fight him fairly or would this simply be a death trap?
"Come up if you dare!" The Senator laughed
Kamui had a feeling of what was going to happen, so he still kept his grip on the sword as he stepped over into the elevator. His heart raced with anticipation as the doors closed, he felt the upward jerk as the elevator made its upward climb. He watched the numbers above the door, this building had only 14 floors. By the second floor, Kamui had relaxed his grip on the sword only a little bit.
SLUMP!
He felt the elevator slide downward like the initial drop of a roller coaster. It stopped, Kamui knew that it was a trap. He pulled out the sword from its sheath. The sword was long and gleaming in its metallic glory. Along its side there was a gold band running from the hilt to the point. There were Hebrew letters on it. The letters read, "May the Strength of All Mighty God Be in this Sword."
Kamui looked towards the ceiling and shoved it upward. He pulled it down and brought a emergency door with it. He saw his chance, he jumped up and out of the elevator. He knew that he still had to make the journey upwards to the top floor.
Under his feet he felt the elevator begin to loose its grip. He went to his belt and pulled out a special took. He hooked it to his belt and to the elevator cable. He pulled himself upwards freeing his feet from that unnerving feeling of the car below him. He took his sword and with one great swipe he cut himself from the elevator car and felt the exhilaration of being pulled upward to the ceiling.
***
Kamui had reached the 14th floor. He looked around and saw it in its economised style of every door, lampshade and square foot of the floor and ceiling looking the same. He held his golden hilt sword out making sure that no one was going to get the drop on him.
Kamui's senses had peaked. Each step he took was echoed through the hall, his eyes panned left and right and his skin felt even the clothes against himself. He was alert as a night guard on caffeine. His eyes looked down the hall and there at the end he saw an enormous set of double doors carved out of a deep brown colour. Kamui knew this colour to be that of Oak or perhaps Maple. In the centre was its door handle, two joining half circles, one for each door.
Kamui stepped closer and closer to the door allowing his senses to become keener to be sure that no one was coming for him.
Nothing happened.
Kamui came to the door and shoved it open. The door swung open with very little sound. He looked in and saw a room of dark majesty. A room with windows in 180-degree directions revealing the red iron soaked Martian surface as well as its unearthly coloured horizon. There ahead was a desk and a backward turned chair. Kamui saw his chance, he could kill the senator just by running the sword right through the chair and into his back.
Stepping slowly, across the shinning black floor reflecting the red from the outside. Kamui's plans were thwarted with the next image he saw. The chair turned and from Kamui's sharp vision, he saw the Senator. From where he stood he could see the Senators old face and he stared right into his eyes. Those eyes that looked as cold as the Martian Ice Caps themselves.
"I've been waiting, Kamui Hyuga." The Senator stated, "You have been quite the nuisance to my army."
The Senator began to move out from his desk. Kamui held tighter onto the grip of his sword as he watched the Senators movements. He saw that his enemy was wearing a suit and tie and in his hand he was wielding a sword. To Kamui, it looked more like a Saber than any other kind of sword that he knew of.
"I feel as though I had been waiting for this moment for thousands of years." The Senator had proclaimed, "Don't you feel the same way?"
"It feels longer to me." Kamui refuted, "I won't let you do to Mars what the Alliance did to the Sank Kingdom."
The Senator held up his saber, "Shall we begin?"
Kamui smiled, "Ready for the fight scene."
Kamui and the Senator raised their swords as if they were two Samurai Warriors meeting for the first time on the battlefield. Except for Kamui and The Senator this would be the only time that they would meet. They brought their swords against each other in magnificent swipes. The Senator may be long in the tooth but he could still put up a good fight even against a pilot like Kamui.
Clang! Bash! Clang! Clang!
The Senator and Kamui had their swords against each other. They stared at each other, nose to nose, so close that Kamui could smell the stench of the Senator's breath. Kamui couldn't stand that stench. He saw his opportunity between the two swords. He shoved his head forward against the Senator; he retracted back grabbing his head in pain. Kamui was free from the sword lock and he saw his change when the Senator was pressing his hand against his forehead. Kamui took his sword and swiped it at the Senator. Kamui didn't see where his sword landed but he had hoped that it killed the Senator.
"AAHHH!" The Senator screamed as Kamui looked at where he struck.
The Senator was holding his hand against his left eye. When he took his hand away, it looked as though his left eye was shedding blood tears.
Still, the Senator wasn't down, he took his sword and flung it at Kamui. In an instant Kamui felt a sharp scratching against his left cheek. The blow was so fast that Kamui was knocked down to the floor. Kamui reached up to his face, he touched the area where he felt the searing hot pain. When he touched it, it felt as if someone had poured salt into his wound. He pulled his hand back and saw a line of blood in his hand reaching from his middle finger to his wrist. Yet, this wasn't the time to be healing wounds. He got back to his feet and looked at the Senator who was using his good eye.
The fight between these two forces was as even as a wood level. There seemed to be no end in sight for either one until sometime in the fight there was a standstill between the two warriors. It was as if they had stopped to look at each other to confirm in each other if this was the right war to fight.
"Of course it is." Kamui thought, "He's as evil as the old Alliance, I have to stop him before more people suffer."
The Senator smiled, "You mentioned the Sank Kingdom." He said, "When I get done with you perhaps I'll take the Sank Kingdom next."
"NO!" Kamui shouted as he allowed all the anger and strength in his body to go to his arms and into the blade of the sword. He brought it back like a baseball bat and swung it at the Senator like a golf club.
CRASH!
Kamui's sword broke through the Senators saber like a twig and then it went at the Senators throat. Kamui watched the event play out in slow motion like watching a car speeding at him. The sword passed through the Senators throat in a clean swipe like scissors into paper, and then the rest felt rough as the blood began to spew out. Kamui watched as the blood splattered across his clothes, the floor and especially the blade of the sword. The Senators head fell to the floor like a basketball, at first it bounced a few times and then came to rest at its side. The Senators body fell to its knees and then collapsed to the floor allowing the blood to pour out like someone slowly vomiting.
Kamui looked down at the body of the dead tyrant. He knew that what he had set out to do all that time ago was done. The personal crusade had come to an end. Now all that remains is to build a better government for the people. A better future for all the people of Mars, even Kamui, whose name means Power of God looked at what he had done and knew that he had rid Mars of a terrible darkness. Sometimes it is necessary to cut off a finger to save a hand. Kamui sheathed his sword and looked out the windows to the wide open spaces of Mars.
"God be praised." he whispered, "I have won."
To be continued…
