Arghhhhh... School is such a pain. Especially Algebra. At least I can still
write my stories when I get the chance.
Chapter 3.
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda... no, I don't own Gundam, just like everyone
else on this site.
It was dawn, two days after the theft of the Zeon Gundam, now designated Rouge Gundam. The two test pilots are on the run from the army they once served. Right now, they are hiding from a team of suits not far away...
Garron sighed. He hadn't expected the Zeon to react that fast. He had seen two Zakus, more than likely from other bases, go by, armed with a bazooka and some grenades to destroy them. Behind him, Alison tapped her fingers. They had hidden here for the past 5 hours, but hadn't gotten a chance to move yet. Finally, becoming impatient, he laid his hands on the controls and moved the Gundam forward. Alison started with the initial movement, then pulled down the scope for the beam cannon mounted on the back. Looking around, she said to Garron, "I don't see any more suits. we should get goin- " She was abruptly cut off as a shell exploded nearby. Looking around, Garron saw nothing- then noticed an eye in a patch a leaves, and cursed. "Damn! It wasn't just Zakus we saw earlier- they left a Dom in camouflage! C'mon, lets go!" The Gundam accelerated, and as it approached, the Dom burst out of the leaves, a bazooka in one hand and a heat hawk in the other. Only it wasn't just one Dom. It was three. Alison gasped. "They don't just give these to whoever! Garron, these guys are aces!" Garron nodded grimly. "Yeah. But I didn't get chosen as the Gundam's test pilot for nothing!" With this, he threw the Zaku rifle to the side, and pulled out his beam saber, just as one of the Doms whipped it's bazooka up to fire. It never got a chance. Before it could pull the trigger, the end of the bazooka had been sliced off. Dropping the useless weapon, it pulled out it's heat saber, and viscously attacked the Gundam. But Garron was already countering the move. The Gundam swung around behind the Dom, and with one clean swipe, sliced the Dom in half down the middle. Before the Dom had exploded, Garron had moved to the next Dom. However, this pilot was better than the first. Using the Dom's exceptional speed, it circled the Gundam, and struck out with the heat hawk held in it's hand. Using the shield, Garron push against the Dom, and lashed out with the beam saber, severing the left arm. Dropping the heat hawk, the Dom savagely punched the head of the Gundam, then knocked it to the ground. But as it picked up the heat hawk, the Gundam returned the blows with it's beam saber. The Dom fell to the ground, half it's torso missing. The last Dom moved in. This Dom was different from the other two. It was all black, with a lightning bolt painted on it's chest, and the legs were red. It aimed it's bazooka at the Gundam, but Garron swung with the saber. At the last possible second, the Dom dodged the Rouge Gundam's attack, and landed to the side. The Gundam fired it's vulcans, but to no avail. The ace used a piece of wreckage to deflect the shots, then threw it at the Gundam, damaging the left arm. Inside the cockpit, Garron grimaced. "This guy's good. Better than the others. When I say, fire the cannon. But ONLY when I tell you. Ready..." The Dom took aim, and prepared to fire. But before either of the mobile suits let one round loose, something exploded on the Dom's right leg, crippling the suit. A trail of smoke led out from the bushes, and another explosion destroyed the cockpit. The Dom fell backwards, and crashed into the trees. As the Gundam knelt and picked up the machine gun, a band of guerillas stepped out from the bushes, one armed with a rocket launcher. Garron opened the hatch of the cockpit, and climbed down. The guerillas looked at him, then walked over. Their "commander" was the first to speak. "Freeze, Zeek. Don't move a muscle, or else I'll shoot." Garron hastily raised his hands, as he looked down a pistol, now in the hand of the man in front of him. Behind him, Alison slipped down, and saw the situation. Her temper flared, and she stomped over. The man moved his hand, and the pistol redirected itself to face Alison. But she kept walking, and slapped the gun out of his hand. The man got ready to swing a punch. Garron said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." But it was too late. The man had already thrown the punch, but Alison had stepped to the side and avoided it easily. She returned the punch straight in the gut, then kicked him in the groin as hard as she could. As the man crumpled to the ground, Garron shook his head. "I warned you...."
It's been a long time since I uploaded a chapter, but that's just too bad. I will update when I can, but if you have any questions to ask me, e-mail me. My address is on my profile.
It was dawn, two days after the theft of the Zeon Gundam, now designated Rouge Gundam. The two test pilots are on the run from the army they once served. Right now, they are hiding from a team of suits not far away...
Garron sighed. He hadn't expected the Zeon to react that fast. He had seen two Zakus, more than likely from other bases, go by, armed with a bazooka and some grenades to destroy them. Behind him, Alison tapped her fingers. They had hidden here for the past 5 hours, but hadn't gotten a chance to move yet. Finally, becoming impatient, he laid his hands on the controls and moved the Gundam forward. Alison started with the initial movement, then pulled down the scope for the beam cannon mounted on the back. Looking around, she said to Garron, "I don't see any more suits. we should get goin- " She was abruptly cut off as a shell exploded nearby. Looking around, Garron saw nothing- then noticed an eye in a patch a leaves, and cursed. "Damn! It wasn't just Zakus we saw earlier- they left a Dom in camouflage! C'mon, lets go!" The Gundam accelerated, and as it approached, the Dom burst out of the leaves, a bazooka in one hand and a heat hawk in the other. Only it wasn't just one Dom. It was three. Alison gasped. "They don't just give these to whoever! Garron, these guys are aces!" Garron nodded grimly. "Yeah. But I didn't get chosen as the Gundam's test pilot for nothing!" With this, he threw the Zaku rifle to the side, and pulled out his beam saber, just as one of the Doms whipped it's bazooka up to fire. It never got a chance. Before it could pull the trigger, the end of the bazooka had been sliced off. Dropping the useless weapon, it pulled out it's heat saber, and viscously attacked the Gundam. But Garron was already countering the move. The Gundam swung around behind the Dom, and with one clean swipe, sliced the Dom in half down the middle. Before the Dom had exploded, Garron had moved to the next Dom. However, this pilot was better than the first. Using the Dom's exceptional speed, it circled the Gundam, and struck out with the heat hawk held in it's hand. Using the shield, Garron push against the Dom, and lashed out with the beam saber, severing the left arm. Dropping the heat hawk, the Dom savagely punched the head of the Gundam, then knocked it to the ground. But as it picked up the heat hawk, the Gundam returned the blows with it's beam saber. The Dom fell to the ground, half it's torso missing. The last Dom moved in. This Dom was different from the other two. It was all black, with a lightning bolt painted on it's chest, and the legs were red. It aimed it's bazooka at the Gundam, but Garron swung with the saber. At the last possible second, the Dom dodged the Rouge Gundam's attack, and landed to the side. The Gundam fired it's vulcans, but to no avail. The ace used a piece of wreckage to deflect the shots, then threw it at the Gundam, damaging the left arm. Inside the cockpit, Garron grimaced. "This guy's good. Better than the others. When I say, fire the cannon. But ONLY when I tell you. Ready..." The Dom took aim, and prepared to fire. But before either of the mobile suits let one round loose, something exploded on the Dom's right leg, crippling the suit. A trail of smoke led out from the bushes, and another explosion destroyed the cockpit. The Dom fell backwards, and crashed into the trees. As the Gundam knelt and picked up the machine gun, a band of guerillas stepped out from the bushes, one armed with a rocket launcher. Garron opened the hatch of the cockpit, and climbed down. The guerillas looked at him, then walked over. Their "commander" was the first to speak. "Freeze, Zeek. Don't move a muscle, or else I'll shoot." Garron hastily raised his hands, as he looked down a pistol, now in the hand of the man in front of him. Behind him, Alison slipped down, and saw the situation. Her temper flared, and she stomped over. The man moved his hand, and the pistol redirected itself to face Alison. But she kept walking, and slapped the gun out of his hand. The man got ready to swing a punch. Garron said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." But it was too late. The man had already thrown the punch, but Alison had stepped to the side and avoided it easily. She returned the punch straight in the gut, then kicked him in the groin as hard as she could. As the man crumpled to the ground, Garron shook his head. "I warned you...."
It's been a long time since I uploaded a chapter, but that's just too bad. I will update when I can, but if you have any questions to ask me, e-mail me. My address is on my profile.