FS- We're just going to assume that the pilots know what Slash can do. He
starts fires, as big or as small as you want them to be. I'm just too lazy
to write that into a chapter. :P
Draconis shot silently, bringing down mobile suits with each shot. She was a blur of motion, fighting like there was no tomorrow. But even perfection tires. The others were above the base, fighting Virgos. The NightWolf turned and slashed the whip through a group of MDs.
Heero fought hard, firing and shielding, defending and retaliating. Slash was beside him in the cockpit, watching. Draconis had insisted he come with Heero. Heero hadn't protested, Slash was a big help. He snarled each time something new showed up.
Duo swung the scythe about, cutting through the Mobile Suits. He finished his group off and flew to help Trowa.
Quatre and Wufei were back to back, energetically hacking through MDs, inflamed with the heat of battle. Trowa and Duo destroyed their clump, and helped them finish the MDs off. Heero melted his group with the buster rifle, and stopped. All of them turned to watch Draconis.
The NightWolf blended into the night, but the glaive glowed blue. Draconis showed complete mastery of her gundam, but was tiring. She had been fighting for hours. The NightWolf's sleek frame was scarred; bullet traces and chips covered every inch.
Draconis had no energy; she was running on pure adrenaline. The radar wasn't working; the whip had been broken by a lucky swipe from a Leo, and the glaive's blue flame was dimming. She heard a snarl from Slash and whipped around in time to see an Aries barreling down on the others.
Heero turned and jerked. The last thing he had time to think was: What a great way for the Perfect Soldier to die. He closed his eyes and braced for the impact.
When it didn't come, he cracked an eye open. The NightWolf was between them and the Aries. A large hole was through the middle. A severely injured Draconis came up on the com-link.
Blood seeped from between her fangs as she whispered "Should.. have been.. more careful.." They were all paralyzed; refusing to believe that such a valiant person was mortally injured.
Draconis was speaking again. "Go.. now.." She choked as pain coursed through her body. "But what about the mission?" asked Duo, bewildered. "The mission.. will be.. completed.. Go!" She pleaded.
They turned and flew off. Only when they had gotten away did they notice. She was not with them. Her face appeared once again on screen. Blood poured from countless wounds.
"Goodbye.. Slash. Goodbye.. Duo.. Wufei.. Quatre..Trowa.." She looked at Heero. "Goodbye.. my brother Odin."
They all gaped as a bright light came from over the hill, and the sound of a gundam dying. Slash threw his head back and howled to the unfeeling stars. Heero was silent, staring. "My older sister, and I never knew it until now."
It was not sound as such, that ripped their souls in two. It was a cry of anguish, grief, a cry of pain, and terror. It came, and sent some to their knees on the floors as their worst memories came back to torture them. The cry went on and on, a grief like a sword cutting them in a million pieces.
-and it was not sane.
Then- fire, elemental, unstoppable, came to earth.
It exploded out of the sky and drove down in the Mobile Suits like the hammer of the gods; it spewed up from the ground like a scarlet waterfall in reverse. The ground flames came and met the downrushing red of the sky- fires. Within seconds, the entire battlefield had been turned into a furnace, an inferno; the flames exploded outward, and grew faster than a gundam could fly.
Heero watched, feeling an emotion he was not supposed to have. Terror.
~Gods~
The maelstrom of flame pulsed, like a spasming heart, and soldiers were sucked, screaming, into the flames..
Slash needed no fuel for his fires now, he could burn the rocks of the battlefield if he chose, burn the very air itself.
The pilots watched in terror, the flames had a voice. It howled like millions of damned souls. It had a mind, and the mind was mad.
The flames raged, vortices with the grace of a dancer and the appetite of a demon. The light was red, flickering, hellish.
Slash leaped out of Wing, nimbuses of flame dancing on his fur, swirling on his claws. He ran to Draconis, threw his head back, and howled to the unfeeling stars.
The flames reached for the Gundams, but they could not move, mesmerized as they were by the awful power. Slash turned to them, the rage in his eyes disappearing for a millisecond, long enough for them to see his desperate plea to flee the battlefield. They shook themselves and blasted over the horizon, Heero's glance lingering on the tomb of his sister. At least she had died a warrior's death.
Slash lay over the Draconis, the dragon unfettered, free to ravage as it chose. All of his grief, rage, and hatred filled it and gave it a power beyond anyone's direst imaginings. So long as it consumed him, he was beyond caring. Wait for me, beloved. I'm coming. But first, I will avenge you. He closed his eyes, gave himself over to the dragon, and set the world, and himself with it, aflame.
TBC?
Draconis shot silently, bringing down mobile suits with each shot. She was a blur of motion, fighting like there was no tomorrow. But even perfection tires. The others were above the base, fighting Virgos. The NightWolf turned and slashed the whip through a group of MDs.
Heero fought hard, firing and shielding, defending and retaliating. Slash was beside him in the cockpit, watching. Draconis had insisted he come with Heero. Heero hadn't protested, Slash was a big help. He snarled each time something new showed up.
Duo swung the scythe about, cutting through the Mobile Suits. He finished his group off and flew to help Trowa.
Quatre and Wufei were back to back, energetically hacking through MDs, inflamed with the heat of battle. Trowa and Duo destroyed their clump, and helped them finish the MDs off. Heero melted his group with the buster rifle, and stopped. All of them turned to watch Draconis.
The NightWolf blended into the night, but the glaive glowed blue. Draconis showed complete mastery of her gundam, but was tiring. She had been fighting for hours. The NightWolf's sleek frame was scarred; bullet traces and chips covered every inch.
Draconis had no energy; she was running on pure adrenaline. The radar wasn't working; the whip had been broken by a lucky swipe from a Leo, and the glaive's blue flame was dimming. She heard a snarl from Slash and whipped around in time to see an Aries barreling down on the others.
Heero turned and jerked. The last thing he had time to think was: What a great way for the Perfect Soldier to die. He closed his eyes and braced for the impact.
When it didn't come, he cracked an eye open. The NightWolf was between them and the Aries. A large hole was through the middle. A severely injured Draconis came up on the com-link.
Blood seeped from between her fangs as she whispered "Should.. have been.. more careful.." They were all paralyzed; refusing to believe that such a valiant person was mortally injured.
Draconis was speaking again. "Go.. now.." She choked as pain coursed through her body. "But what about the mission?" asked Duo, bewildered. "The mission.. will be.. completed.. Go!" She pleaded.
They turned and flew off. Only when they had gotten away did they notice. She was not with them. Her face appeared once again on screen. Blood poured from countless wounds.
"Goodbye.. Slash. Goodbye.. Duo.. Wufei.. Quatre..Trowa.." She looked at Heero. "Goodbye.. my brother Odin."
They all gaped as a bright light came from over the hill, and the sound of a gundam dying. Slash threw his head back and howled to the unfeeling stars. Heero was silent, staring. "My older sister, and I never knew it until now."
It was not sound as such, that ripped their souls in two. It was a cry of anguish, grief, a cry of pain, and terror. It came, and sent some to their knees on the floors as their worst memories came back to torture them. The cry went on and on, a grief like a sword cutting them in a million pieces.
-and it was not sane.
Then- fire, elemental, unstoppable, came to earth.
It exploded out of the sky and drove down in the Mobile Suits like the hammer of the gods; it spewed up from the ground like a scarlet waterfall in reverse. The ground flames came and met the downrushing red of the sky- fires. Within seconds, the entire battlefield had been turned into a furnace, an inferno; the flames exploded outward, and grew faster than a gundam could fly.
Heero watched, feeling an emotion he was not supposed to have. Terror.
~Gods~
The maelstrom of flame pulsed, like a spasming heart, and soldiers were sucked, screaming, into the flames..
Slash needed no fuel for his fires now, he could burn the rocks of the battlefield if he chose, burn the very air itself.
The pilots watched in terror, the flames had a voice. It howled like millions of damned souls. It had a mind, and the mind was mad.
The flames raged, vortices with the grace of a dancer and the appetite of a demon. The light was red, flickering, hellish.
Slash leaped out of Wing, nimbuses of flame dancing on his fur, swirling on his claws. He ran to Draconis, threw his head back, and howled to the unfeeling stars.
The flames reached for the Gundams, but they could not move, mesmerized as they were by the awful power. Slash turned to them, the rage in his eyes disappearing for a millisecond, long enough for them to see his desperate plea to flee the battlefield. They shook themselves and blasted over the horizon, Heero's glance lingering on the tomb of his sister. At least she had died a warrior's death.
Slash lay over the Draconis, the dragon unfettered, free to ravage as it chose. All of his grief, rage, and hatred filled it and gave it a power beyond anyone's direst imaginings. So long as it consumed him, he was beyond caring. Wait for me, beloved. I'm coming. But first, I will avenge you. He closed his eyes, gave himself over to the dragon, and set the world, and himself with it, aflame.
TBC?