Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Pawn Royale
Chapter III: Neo-Spain
The week passed quickly for Nicholas and Katya. Katya kept thinking about the dream, Nicholas kept thinking about saving his own skin. All in all, thye were in completely different worlds until the fight started in earnest. Katya had passed all of the "tests" with flying colors, and the Neo-Rusian government was very happy. So far, so good. And against copies of the Suffle Alliances's Gundams as well. But there is a difference between fact and fiction, as they say. Nicholas thought the day the tournament started.
"Okay, Katya, let's go." He said absently as they got in a truck. She stared at him in both surprise and uncomprhension. "I said, let's go!"
"You-You called my 'Katya'!" she exclaimed. Nicholas blushed slightly, and got in the truck.
"Let's go!" he shouted. "Or would you like me to call you 'Dirt'?"
"I'm going', I'm goin'," she muttered. She had hoped he would be a little nicer to her, but he hadn't. They started out, just the two of them, and it was not a happy departure.
"Where did you say they were going, Natasha?" Argo asked his wife.
"Neo-Spain." She relpied, looking at all of the data the government had stored in their database (she was now a first-rate hacker!).
"We beter get going."
"Yes, but fist look at this!"
Argo walked over and scanned the document Natasha was reading. "She beat copies of the Gundam Maxter, the Gundam Rose, Dragon Gundam and your own Bolt Gundam!"
"So? The copies aren't the real thing." He said with a shrug.
"Yah, I guess."
"We're going to Neo-Spain," Nicholas informed Katya.
"Why? Who says?" Katya asked.
"Because I said so, that's why," Nicholas replied bluntly.
"I'm the Gundam fighter! I shout be able to decide where I fight!"
"Well, you're not deciding, so live with it," Nicholas said with a shrug.
Katya sank lower into her seat. "But it's a weeks's drive to Neo-Spain! Why don't we just start with something like Neo-Lithuania or something and work our way down to Neo-Spain?" she pointed out.
Nicholas slammed his fist into the driver's wheel. "Look! You listen to want I tell you, okay, dirt?" He emphasised the "dirt" part of the sentence. "I'm in charge here, and you're gonna listen to me!"
Katya made no repsonse.She just sank even lower into the seat.
* *
"Get outta the car, now!" Nicholas ordered Katya as they arrived in Madrid.
"I'm gettin', I'm gettin'," Katya said reluctantly and emerged for the truck.
"Hurry up!" Nicholas said impatiently. "We have to find that fighter today."
"Yah, yah," Katya muttered sourly. A good day could just be ruined by that man! She thought. They had stopped in front of a bar where they were told the fighter would be. Then the door flew off it's hinges as a man came flying out.
".And never serve me a drink with an OLIVE again!" a woman shouted at the man. He scrambled by her and back into the bar. "Stupid bartenders. Can't serve a decent drink anymore."
"Excuse me miss, do you know of a Dominique Summers?" Nicholas asked. He was never so polite to me! Oh, yah, I'm his 'Dirt', Katya thought.
"You talking to her!" the woman said.
"Oh," Nicholas said. "Then maybe we sould come back when you're sober."
"I AM sober, you idiot!" she said. Go girl! Katya thought.
"Oh," Nicholas said again.
"What you want?" she asked.
"A fight." Katya said, seeing as Nicholas still hadn't found his voice.
"Now? Okay."
"No, a Gundam fight."
"Ohhhhh! Sure. How bout we meet in a half hour, just outside the city. 'kay, see yah then!"
"That was.interesting." Nicholas observed.
"No, I think she was nice."
"You are odd."
Kayta didn't reply, she wanted the one moment when Nicholas wasn't screming at her to last. But at last she couldn't resist. She smiled smugly. "Odd is an understatement."
Nicholas looked at her. "Get in the car, Katya."
He called me 'Katya' again! Yes! Maybe we are getting somewhere! Katya thought, and did as she was told.
* *
Half an hour later, Katya and Dominique were ready to fight.
"You better win this thing!" Nicholas warned Katya before she entered her Gundam.
"Hello! She's half-drunk! Duh, I can win," Katya said optimistically.
"I'm waiting," Dominique said impatiently and drank another bottle of beer in three gulps.
Katya shrugged innocently to Nicholas. "See?" she said.
"Just win," Nicholas ordered.
Katya jumped into her Gundam, as did Dominique. "Gundam fight ready." Katya started.
"GO!" Dominique finished as she prepared to attack. Matadora Gundam jumped into the sky. A red energy-square appeared in her hands. "Bull Lure!" she shouted. She threw the energy-cloth down, and it then separatted into four red squares. And it kept multiplying until Katya couldn't tellwhere Matadora Gundam was anymore.
"D***! Where'd she go?" Katya muttered.
"Over here!" Dominique shouted, and charged the Nebula Gundam. Katya jumped nimbly aside, and was about to launch a counter attack when the Matadora Gundam disappeared among the flags again.
"Remember the first training exercise you went through!" Nicholas shouted.
Katya ignored him, trying to keep track of the shadowy movements of the Matadora Gundam. "You'll never catch me at this rate!" Dominique shouted. "Or are you just scared to get your Gundam dirty?"
"I am NOT scared!" Katya shouted. She concentrated hard, imagining the other Gundam's movements. Energy started to gather between her hands. "Nuclear Fusion!" she shouted, and threw the ball of white energy. The ball didn't hit the head, but caught Dominique unawares, hitting her arm and wrenching it clean off.
"NO!" Katya shouted. "I missed!"
"That was too close." Dominique muttered. She got destracted and stopped. Katya was on her in a second. Both Gundams were on the ground, Katya onn top.
"Finsh her off!" Nicholas shouted.
"No, because if I do, I'll get socked as well." Katya said. Nicholas saw that Katya was right. The hand of the Matadora Gundam was holding the head of Nebula Gundam, ready to crush it at a moment's notice.
"It's a draw then." Dominique said.
Nicholas grunted in displeasure as Katya and Dominique got out of their Gundams and shook hands.
"You're good," Katya complimented the Neo-Spanish fighter.
"I know," Dominique replied.
"Katya, could I talk to you for a minute?" Nicholas asked, his voice dangerously low.
"What?" she asked as Nicholas pulled her to the side of his truck.
"What part of 'WIN' do you fail to understand?" he asked, seriously annoyed.
"None," Katya replied, scared.
"Then will you explain to me why it was a draw?" he practically shouted at her.
"Um.well, we were both equally good," Katya tried to explain.
"That doesn't work, dirt. You have to win! No more draws. WIN!" Nicholas slapped her across the cheek. "Get it? Good," he said, not waiting for a reply. Katya held her cheek, trying to keepp from crying. True, it wasn't the first time she had been slapped by the cold Russian, but this time she had done something good. "Get in the truck. Now."
Katya got into the old truck and they drove off.
"Poor Katya." Dominique whispered.
"Remember, Argo, keep a low profile." Natasha reminded her large husband.
"It's hard to keep a low profile when you're my size." Argo replied. They were at the same bar that Katya and Nicholas had been at a few hours before. Again, the door came flying off.
"I told you LAST TIME that I didn't want OLIVES in my drink!!" a woman shouted to the unfortunate man. The man was about to say something, thought the better of it, and scrambled inside to face the easier costomers. "Huh. I told him last time and yet he STILL doesn't understand. How does he do it? No one, NO ONE can have that short term fo a memory." She said to herself. Then she considered what she had said. "Actually, he's a very good example of seriously short term memory."
Natasha and Argo looked at each other. Natasha smiled slyly. "She's good."
"No kiddin'," Argo said dryly. "Hey, kid! Did two other people in an old truck pass by here?"
"I ain't a KID! So shut your trap before I send you flying like that other man!" she snapped. "What you want, anyway?"
"Did two people pass in an old truck?" Natasha repeated Argo's original question.
"Hmmm? Oh, Katya and her bodyguard. Yah. She's good." She said. "I'm Dominique Summers by the way."
"They passed this way?" Argo said hopefully.
"You're talents of stating the ALREADY SAID amaze me," Dominique said sarcastically.
"I take that as a 'yes'," Argo said.
"Came and left, big guy." Dominique said. "Seems to me I've seen you two somewhere, can't palce it thought."
"Er."
"Anyway, gotta teach that stupid bartender the difference between an OLIVE and a CHERRY," Dominique said. "I swear, that Leon is such an idiot."
" 'Leon'?" Natasha asked.
"The new batender."
"Leon Padrini?"
"Think that's 'im."
"But-but that's the fighter for Neo-Italy!"
"He is? God, he does have short term memory. Maybe he forgot?" Dominique suggested. Argo and Natasha sweatdropped. "No, really! I mean it!"
"Why don't we check?" The three walked into the bar, and up to the bartender. When he saw Dominique with them, he ran behind the drinks fountain in the pretense of pouring a drink.
"Okay, Leon,"Dominique said. "Are you Leon Padrini of Neo-Italy?"
"Ye-yes. So?"
"So.WHY AREN'T YOU IN NEO-ITALY??" Dominique yelled.
"Yup, this is really low profile." Argo muttered to Natasha. She looked daggers at him and went back to watching Dominique berate the poor Leon.
".should be in Neo-Italy, you moron! Gundam fighter, huh? More like a deserter! You shouldn't even be have that title!"
"Great!" Leon said nervously. "You want to be Gundam fighter for Neo-Italy instead?" he offered.
Dominique leaned over the counter and hit Leon on the head. "You idiot! I'm fightin' for Neo-Spain! I can't fight for two countires!"
"Why not?" Leon asked, hiding under the counter.
Dominique threw up her hands in frustration. "Okay. There is only one option left. I've yelled at you, I've thrown you outta this place, I've hit you. And none o' those things work. So.I challenge you to a Gundam fight!"
DarkDragon: good, good. Abrupt, though. Don't blame me! *dodges anry mob* it was all her idea! *points to ShadowTide*
ShadowTide: HELP! *sinks under wieght of angry mob* Someone save me! HEEEE- *cut off by screaming of mob*
DarkDragon: sorry, you're on your own. Guess I'll have to finish this off.
Till next time!
Chapter III: Neo-Spain
The week passed quickly for Nicholas and Katya. Katya kept thinking about the dream, Nicholas kept thinking about saving his own skin. All in all, thye were in completely different worlds until the fight started in earnest. Katya had passed all of the "tests" with flying colors, and the Neo-Rusian government was very happy. So far, so good. And against copies of the Suffle Alliances's Gundams as well. But there is a difference between fact and fiction, as they say. Nicholas thought the day the tournament started.
"Okay, Katya, let's go." He said absently as they got in a truck. She stared at him in both surprise and uncomprhension. "I said, let's go!"
"You-You called my 'Katya'!" she exclaimed. Nicholas blushed slightly, and got in the truck.
"Let's go!" he shouted. "Or would you like me to call you 'Dirt'?"
"I'm going', I'm goin'," she muttered. She had hoped he would be a little nicer to her, but he hadn't. They started out, just the two of them, and it was not a happy departure.
"Where did you say they were going, Natasha?" Argo asked his wife.
"Neo-Spain." She relpied, looking at all of the data the government had stored in their database (she was now a first-rate hacker!).
"We beter get going."
"Yes, but fist look at this!"
Argo walked over and scanned the document Natasha was reading. "She beat copies of the Gundam Maxter, the Gundam Rose, Dragon Gundam and your own Bolt Gundam!"
"So? The copies aren't the real thing." He said with a shrug.
"Yah, I guess."
"We're going to Neo-Spain," Nicholas informed Katya.
"Why? Who says?" Katya asked.
"Because I said so, that's why," Nicholas replied bluntly.
"I'm the Gundam fighter! I shout be able to decide where I fight!"
"Well, you're not deciding, so live with it," Nicholas said with a shrug.
Katya sank lower into her seat. "But it's a weeks's drive to Neo-Spain! Why don't we just start with something like Neo-Lithuania or something and work our way down to Neo-Spain?" she pointed out.
Nicholas slammed his fist into the driver's wheel. "Look! You listen to want I tell you, okay, dirt?" He emphasised the "dirt" part of the sentence. "I'm in charge here, and you're gonna listen to me!"
Katya made no repsonse.She just sank even lower into the seat.
* *
"Get outta the car, now!" Nicholas ordered Katya as they arrived in Madrid.
"I'm gettin', I'm gettin'," Katya said reluctantly and emerged for the truck.
"Hurry up!" Nicholas said impatiently. "We have to find that fighter today."
"Yah, yah," Katya muttered sourly. A good day could just be ruined by that man! She thought. They had stopped in front of a bar where they were told the fighter would be. Then the door flew off it's hinges as a man came flying out.
".And never serve me a drink with an OLIVE again!" a woman shouted at the man. He scrambled by her and back into the bar. "Stupid bartenders. Can't serve a decent drink anymore."
"Excuse me miss, do you know of a Dominique Summers?" Nicholas asked. He was never so polite to me! Oh, yah, I'm his 'Dirt', Katya thought.
"You talking to her!" the woman said.
"Oh," Nicholas said. "Then maybe we sould come back when you're sober."
"I AM sober, you idiot!" she said. Go girl! Katya thought.
"Oh," Nicholas said again.
"What you want?" she asked.
"A fight." Katya said, seeing as Nicholas still hadn't found his voice.
"Now? Okay."
"No, a Gundam fight."
"Ohhhhh! Sure. How bout we meet in a half hour, just outside the city. 'kay, see yah then!"
"That was.interesting." Nicholas observed.
"No, I think she was nice."
"You are odd."
Kayta didn't reply, she wanted the one moment when Nicholas wasn't screming at her to last. But at last she couldn't resist. She smiled smugly. "Odd is an understatement."
Nicholas looked at her. "Get in the car, Katya."
He called me 'Katya' again! Yes! Maybe we are getting somewhere! Katya thought, and did as she was told.
* *
Half an hour later, Katya and Dominique were ready to fight.
"You better win this thing!" Nicholas warned Katya before she entered her Gundam.
"Hello! She's half-drunk! Duh, I can win," Katya said optimistically.
"I'm waiting," Dominique said impatiently and drank another bottle of beer in three gulps.
Katya shrugged innocently to Nicholas. "See?" she said.
"Just win," Nicholas ordered.
Katya jumped into her Gundam, as did Dominique. "Gundam fight ready." Katya started.
"GO!" Dominique finished as she prepared to attack. Matadora Gundam jumped into the sky. A red energy-square appeared in her hands. "Bull Lure!" she shouted. She threw the energy-cloth down, and it then separatted into four red squares. And it kept multiplying until Katya couldn't tellwhere Matadora Gundam was anymore.
"D***! Where'd she go?" Katya muttered.
"Over here!" Dominique shouted, and charged the Nebula Gundam. Katya jumped nimbly aside, and was about to launch a counter attack when the Matadora Gundam disappeared among the flags again.
"Remember the first training exercise you went through!" Nicholas shouted.
Katya ignored him, trying to keep track of the shadowy movements of the Matadora Gundam. "You'll never catch me at this rate!" Dominique shouted. "Or are you just scared to get your Gundam dirty?"
"I am NOT scared!" Katya shouted. She concentrated hard, imagining the other Gundam's movements. Energy started to gather between her hands. "Nuclear Fusion!" she shouted, and threw the ball of white energy. The ball didn't hit the head, but caught Dominique unawares, hitting her arm and wrenching it clean off.
"NO!" Katya shouted. "I missed!"
"That was too close." Dominique muttered. She got destracted and stopped. Katya was on her in a second. Both Gundams were on the ground, Katya onn top.
"Finsh her off!" Nicholas shouted.
"No, because if I do, I'll get socked as well." Katya said. Nicholas saw that Katya was right. The hand of the Matadora Gundam was holding the head of Nebula Gundam, ready to crush it at a moment's notice.
"It's a draw then." Dominique said.
Nicholas grunted in displeasure as Katya and Dominique got out of their Gundams and shook hands.
"You're good," Katya complimented the Neo-Spanish fighter.
"I know," Dominique replied.
"Katya, could I talk to you for a minute?" Nicholas asked, his voice dangerously low.
"What?" she asked as Nicholas pulled her to the side of his truck.
"What part of 'WIN' do you fail to understand?" he asked, seriously annoyed.
"None," Katya replied, scared.
"Then will you explain to me why it was a draw?" he practically shouted at her.
"Um.well, we were both equally good," Katya tried to explain.
"That doesn't work, dirt. You have to win! No more draws. WIN!" Nicholas slapped her across the cheek. "Get it? Good," he said, not waiting for a reply. Katya held her cheek, trying to keepp from crying. True, it wasn't the first time she had been slapped by the cold Russian, but this time she had done something good. "Get in the truck. Now."
Katya got into the old truck and they drove off.
"Poor Katya." Dominique whispered.
"Remember, Argo, keep a low profile." Natasha reminded her large husband.
"It's hard to keep a low profile when you're my size." Argo replied. They were at the same bar that Katya and Nicholas had been at a few hours before. Again, the door came flying off.
"I told you LAST TIME that I didn't want OLIVES in my drink!!" a woman shouted to the unfortunate man. The man was about to say something, thought the better of it, and scrambled inside to face the easier costomers. "Huh. I told him last time and yet he STILL doesn't understand. How does he do it? No one, NO ONE can have that short term fo a memory." She said to herself. Then she considered what she had said. "Actually, he's a very good example of seriously short term memory."
Natasha and Argo looked at each other. Natasha smiled slyly. "She's good."
"No kiddin'," Argo said dryly. "Hey, kid! Did two other people in an old truck pass by here?"
"I ain't a KID! So shut your trap before I send you flying like that other man!" she snapped. "What you want, anyway?"
"Did two people pass in an old truck?" Natasha repeated Argo's original question.
"Hmmm? Oh, Katya and her bodyguard. Yah. She's good." She said. "I'm Dominique Summers by the way."
"They passed this way?" Argo said hopefully.
"You're talents of stating the ALREADY SAID amaze me," Dominique said sarcastically.
"I take that as a 'yes'," Argo said.
"Came and left, big guy." Dominique said. "Seems to me I've seen you two somewhere, can't palce it thought."
"Er."
"Anyway, gotta teach that stupid bartender the difference between an OLIVE and a CHERRY," Dominique said. "I swear, that Leon is such an idiot."
" 'Leon'?" Natasha asked.
"The new batender."
"Leon Padrini?"
"Think that's 'im."
"But-but that's the fighter for Neo-Italy!"
"He is? God, he does have short term memory. Maybe he forgot?" Dominique suggested. Argo and Natasha sweatdropped. "No, really! I mean it!"
"Why don't we check?" The three walked into the bar, and up to the bartender. When he saw Dominique with them, he ran behind the drinks fountain in the pretense of pouring a drink.
"Okay, Leon,"Dominique said. "Are you Leon Padrini of Neo-Italy?"
"Ye-yes. So?"
"So.WHY AREN'T YOU IN NEO-ITALY??" Dominique yelled.
"Yup, this is really low profile." Argo muttered to Natasha. She looked daggers at him and went back to watching Dominique berate the poor Leon.
".should be in Neo-Italy, you moron! Gundam fighter, huh? More like a deserter! You shouldn't even be have that title!"
"Great!" Leon said nervously. "You want to be Gundam fighter for Neo-Italy instead?" he offered.
Dominique leaned over the counter and hit Leon on the head. "You idiot! I'm fightin' for Neo-Spain! I can't fight for two countires!"
"Why not?" Leon asked, hiding under the counter.
Dominique threw up her hands in frustration. "Okay. There is only one option left. I've yelled at you, I've thrown you outta this place, I've hit you. And none o' those things work. So.I challenge you to a Gundam fight!"
DarkDragon: good, good. Abrupt, though. Don't blame me! *dodges anry mob* it was all her idea! *points to ShadowTide*
ShadowTide: HELP! *sinks under wieght of angry mob* Someone save me! HEEEE- *cut off by screaming of mob*
DarkDragon: sorry, you're on your own. Guess I'll have to finish this off.
Till next time!