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It has been two hours after the Rouge Gundam pilots had been picked up by the guerilla soldiers. Now in the hometown of the three men that they had encountered after their battle with the Doms, the Gundam pilots were resting as they met with the leader of the village.
Garron and Alison sat at an oak table inside a house in a village. The man in charge of the commandos they had encountered sat across from them, sending death glares at Alison, who just smirked. Apparently, this guy couldn't stand being bested by a girl. Behind them, a man sat in a wheelchair looking out the window. One of his legs was missing below the knee, and a bandage covered the raw end of the remaining limb. Another bandage was wrapped around a large area of his chest, which could be seen underneath his shirtless vest. Turning around, he looked at the two test pilots. "So. You two are the test pilots of that Zeoon suit out there." He again gazed out the window, this time at the camouflage netting that was draped over the Rouge Gundam. "Tell me, if you two are Zeeks, then why did you destroy that patrol of Doms?" Alison looked at the main evenly. "First of all, we're not Zeeks. Not anymore. We're defecting to the Federation as soon as we arrive at one of their bases. And second, we destroyed those Doms because the entire army is after our heads." The man looked at them, then gave a slow, lopsided grin. "So you two are against the Zeeks? Excellent. We could use that mobile suit in a plan we've been working on for a few weeks..." Garron looked at the man, suspicious. "What is this. plan you're talking about?" The man looked at him. "For weeks, Zeon soldiers have been coming into our village, threatening us, taking out food and supplies. We've made a small group of militia, but haven't done any serious harm to them until about one week ago. You see, last week, me and a group of men, including my son, snuck out on a. covert operation, so to say. We were going to plant mines around one of the Zeon bases, so that when the Zakus came out, they would be severely crippled. Unfortunately, we were spotted. One of the Zakus came out and began using a bazooka on us. One of the shells exploded close to where I was, and it set off the mine that was planted there. A huge explosion occurred. I was knocked unconscious. . When I came to, I found that in the explosion, I had lost my right leg, and had a large tear in my chest." A pained look came over the man's eyes. "My son had been the last one on then mine. When it exploded, it. blew him apart. From his waist down, it was gone. He lived just long enough for us to say goodbye to each other. His grave is over there." The man, his eyes filled with tears, pointed a shaking hand out the window to a small mound of dirt with a cross on it outside the building. "That's why I have to ask you a favor. Our plan is to attack another base, in two days. We want to make sure that Zeeks won't be able to use it . Permanently. Your Gundam could help us with that plan. Please." The man looked at them with pleading eyes. "This is my only chance to strike them back for what they did to Martin. To me." Garron was moved by the man's story, and now understood why he hated the Zeon so. "All right. We'll help." "Thank you." Then, the man wheeled away, and started down the hall. "Um, sir?" Garron called after him. "What is your name?" The man paused. Turning his head so that he was looking at Garron, he replied, "My name is Rokima. John Rokima." With that, he left the room.
That's chapter 4. I'll still be updating, but like I said, I would like it if you could review my story. Thank you.
It has been two hours after the Rouge Gundam pilots had been picked up by the guerilla soldiers. Now in the hometown of the three men that they had encountered after their battle with the Doms, the Gundam pilots were resting as they met with the leader of the village.
Garron and Alison sat at an oak table inside a house in a village. The man in charge of the commandos they had encountered sat across from them, sending death glares at Alison, who just smirked. Apparently, this guy couldn't stand being bested by a girl. Behind them, a man sat in a wheelchair looking out the window. One of his legs was missing below the knee, and a bandage covered the raw end of the remaining limb. Another bandage was wrapped around a large area of his chest, which could be seen underneath his shirtless vest. Turning around, he looked at the two test pilots. "So. You two are the test pilots of that Zeoon suit out there." He again gazed out the window, this time at the camouflage netting that was draped over the Rouge Gundam. "Tell me, if you two are Zeeks, then why did you destroy that patrol of Doms?" Alison looked at the main evenly. "First of all, we're not Zeeks. Not anymore. We're defecting to the Federation as soon as we arrive at one of their bases. And second, we destroyed those Doms because the entire army is after our heads." The man looked at them, then gave a slow, lopsided grin. "So you two are against the Zeeks? Excellent. We could use that mobile suit in a plan we've been working on for a few weeks..." Garron looked at the man, suspicious. "What is this. plan you're talking about?" The man looked at him. "For weeks, Zeon soldiers have been coming into our village, threatening us, taking out food and supplies. We've made a small group of militia, but haven't done any serious harm to them until about one week ago. You see, last week, me and a group of men, including my son, snuck out on a. covert operation, so to say. We were going to plant mines around one of the Zeon bases, so that when the Zakus came out, they would be severely crippled. Unfortunately, we were spotted. One of the Zakus came out and began using a bazooka on us. One of the shells exploded close to where I was, and it set off the mine that was planted there. A huge explosion occurred. I was knocked unconscious. . When I came to, I found that in the explosion, I had lost my right leg, and had a large tear in my chest." A pained look came over the man's eyes. "My son had been the last one on then mine. When it exploded, it. blew him apart. From his waist down, it was gone. He lived just long enough for us to say goodbye to each other. His grave is over there." The man, his eyes filled with tears, pointed a shaking hand out the window to a small mound of dirt with a cross on it outside the building. "That's why I have to ask you a favor. Our plan is to attack another base, in two days. We want to make sure that Zeeks won't be able to use it . Permanently. Your Gundam could help us with that plan. Please." The man looked at them with pleading eyes. "This is my only chance to strike them back for what they did to Martin. To me." Garron was moved by the man's story, and now understood why he hated the Zeon so. "All right. We'll help." "Thank you." Then, the man wheeled away, and started down the hall. "Um, sir?" Garron called after him. "What is your name?" The man paused. Turning his head so that he was looking at Garron, he replied, "My name is Rokima. John Rokima." With that, he left the room.
That's chapter 4. I'll still be updating, but like I said, I would like it if you could review my story. Thank you.