Standard Disclaimer. I think you all know by now.
******************************Round 1-1 Asia vs. Peacecraft******************************
Milliardo Peacecraft sat on his bed in his shared room with Char Aznoble. He stared at the floor, thinking for the first time he might actually die. He listened for a while, noticing the complete lack of sound except for his breathing. The door opened and Char walked in. He nodded a short greeting before collapsing on his bed.
There was silent a moment longer before Char spoke. "Scared?"
He paused a moment. "Not really. More like worried."
"Hn." There was another moment of silence. "Tell me about where you come from. It will help pass the time."
"Where I came from? I come from a small European country, the Sanq Kingdom. It has existed several different times, sometimes being destroyed for a short amount of time. If you want to know anything else, you can look it up for yourself."
"I can't. Where I come from, the Sanq Kingdom never existed, and I doubt it ever will. Where I come from, the Earth Federation oppresses the people of space. So I was a part of the rebellion against it, leading the people of the Principality of Zeon against them. They called me the Red Comet."
"I was part of the repressive government where I come from. I fought as Zechs Marquise, the Lightning Count. Because I detested what I was doing, I wore a mask to hide my face."
"I, too, wore a mask. I choose not to reveal why though, simply because it isn't convenient."
There was another period of silence before the door opened. Tndarion stood in the door, shrouded with his cloak as usual. "Mister Peacecraft, it is time for your fight. Please come with me." He turned and Milliardo got up, following him.
From the room, he heard, "Good luck."
* * * *
The hangar was empty except for his opponent and Tndarion. They both looked up as he entered. He smiled. "Welcome to round one of this tournament. The winner advances, the loser gets to go home." He smiled peculiarly. "I have prepared a blueprint of each others suits. You have five minutes to study it before the round begins. After that, you are on your own. I will come in my own MS to act as a referee. That means no cheap shots, cockpit shots, etc. Your five minutes begins now."
The two combatants unfolded their papers. Milliardo looked up and down the designs of his enemy's suit, searching for the weapons. He found them and looked them over. He developed his plan and smiled. This was going to be easy.
Master Asia grunted as he studied his opponent's design. This was not going to be an easy fight. Rifle, sabre, heat rods. It was a well- balanced suit. He would have to do his best. He was, after all, a Gundam pilot.
When the time was up, the blueprints vanished from in front of them. They turned to face each other. "Good luck then."
"Yes. And may the best man win." He bowed to Milliardo. He then turned and strutted to his suit, climbing aboard. He watched as his opponent did the same, climbing into the Tallgeese III monstrosity. This was certainly going to be an interesting fight. Then there was only darkness.
* * * *
The darkness vanished under their cockpit lights as they came on-line. Around them was a desert, in the middle of a swirling sandstorm. They waited for several seconds and then jumped slightly as a third, black Gundam materialized out of nowhere. Tndarion's voice issued from nowhere.
"Let the fight begin." He jumped into the air, moving out of the weapons ranges of the opposing suits.
There was a pause as both suits sized up the opposition, Tallgeese III against the Master Gundam. Finally, Master made the first move, rushing through the space between them to strike first. He brought up his fist, aiming a punch at the head, trying to knock out the sensors. A blind enemy was an easy enemy to kill. He missed as TG jumped into the air, grabbing his rifle from his back. He pulled it out and fired a shot at where he predicted his enemy would run. He was correct, and Master fell to the ground from the shock. He then pulled his sabre and dropped to strike, coming out of the sun to hide his approach. He stopped a t the last second, engaging his inertial dampners so he could instantly stop. He was nailed by Master's next move, however, being hit by an energy blast. It superheated several systems, causing several short-circuits, including the controls for his cannon and heat rods. He only had his sabre left. He finally reactivated the environmental controls and raised himself. The Master was coming at him again, this time wit murderous intent. He flew up, trying to avoid the flurry of blows that was aimed at his face. He was knocked down by another energy blast, this one reflected of the ground. It knocked him onto the ground again, where he instantly jumped up. He glanced at his energy gauge and gasped. He was almost out. He would have to something soon or he would lose. And from Tobias's peculiar smile, that meant something bad.
"Lucrezia, I'm sorry." He pulled his sabre, rerouting power from it into his rifle, attempting to fully charge it for his last attempt at victory. He had to constantly dodge out of the way of the more mobile, more agile enemy Suit. He closed his eyes and began to mutter slightly, activating the codes for the ZERO system. He began to feel its influence, and energy immediately surged through his body. He became acutely aware of what his opponent was about to do, sensing his next move. He raised the rifle and depressed the trigger.
* * * *
When Milliardo stumbled into his room later that night, he was pale and shaking. Char looked up. "You look sick. Lay down for a while. I'll go get your girlfriend." Before he could protest, Char was gone. The door reopened several minutes later and Lucrezia Noin ran in.
"Zechs! Are you all right?"
He did not answer, instead closing his eyes. He was sweating heavily. She sat next to him and gently rubbed her hand over his forehead. She got up and went to the sink in the room, dousing the rag she had in her pocket. When it was soaked, she returned to his side and placed it over his forehead. He opened his eyes at the touch and found her smiling at him sadly.
"ZERO?"
He could only shake.
******************************Author's Section******************************
Welcome again to my void. As you can see, I actually took the time to write a section now, wanting to get this thing going. However, if my friend doesn't confirm soon, I'm gonna have to find someone else to be in her place. So, if it comes to it, my e-mail address is gundamblackheart2003@hotmail.com. Send me your information as a pilot as well as the basic design of the Gundam that you pilot, including its capabilities and weapons. If I think you have potential, I will do an e- mail interview to get the specifics down. Remember that I have the right to tone down anything I think is overpowered. Until the next chapter, signing off.
The Colonel
******************************Round 1-1 Asia vs. Peacecraft******************************
Milliardo Peacecraft sat on his bed in his shared room with Char Aznoble. He stared at the floor, thinking for the first time he might actually die. He listened for a while, noticing the complete lack of sound except for his breathing. The door opened and Char walked in. He nodded a short greeting before collapsing on his bed.
There was silent a moment longer before Char spoke. "Scared?"
He paused a moment. "Not really. More like worried."
"Hn." There was another moment of silence. "Tell me about where you come from. It will help pass the time."
"Where I came from? I come from a small European country, the Sanq Kingdom. It has existed several different times, sometimes being destroyed for a short amount of time. If you want to know anything else, you can look it up for yourself."
"I can't. Where I come from, the Sanq Kingdom never existed, and I doubt it ever will. Where I come from, the Earth Federation oppresses the people of space. So I was a part of the rebellion against it, leading the people of the Principality of Zeon against them. They called me the Red Comet."
"I was part of the repressive government where I come from. I fought as Zechs Marquise, the Lightning Count. Because I detested what I was doing, I wore a mask to hide my face."
"I, too, wore a mask. I choose not to reveal why though, simply because it isn't convenient."
There was another period of silence before the door opened. Tndarion stood in the door, shrouded with his cloak as usual. "Mister Peacecraft, it is time for your fight. Please come with me." He turned and Milliardo got up, following him.
From the room, he heard, "Good luck."
* * * *
The hangar was empty except for his opponent and Tndarion. They both looked up as he entered. He smiled. "Welcome to round one of this tournament. The winner advances, the loser gets to go home." He smiled peculiarly. "I have prepared a blueprint of each others suits. You have five minutes to study it before the round begins. After that, you are on your own. I will come in my own MS to act as a referee. That means no cheap shots, cockpit shots, etc. Your five minutes begins now."
The two combatants unfolded their papers. Milliardo looked up and down the designs of his enemy's suit, searching for the weapons. He found them and looked them over. He developed his plan and smiled. This was going to be easy.
Master Asia grunted as he studied his opponent's design. This was not going to be an easy fight. Rifle, sabre, heat rods. It was a well- balanced suit. He would have to do his best. He was, after all, a Gundam pilot.
When the time was up, the blueprints vanished from in front of them. They turned to face each other. "Good luck then."
"Yes. And may the best man win." He bowed to Milliardo. He then turned and strutted to his suit, climbing aboard. He watched as his opponent did the same, climbing into the Tallgeese III monstrosity. This was certainly going to be an interesting fight. Then there was only darkness.
* * * *
The darkness vanished under their cockpit lights as they came on-line. Around them was a desert, in the middle of a swirling sandstorm. They waited for several seconds and then jumped slightly as a third, black Gundam materialized out of nowhere. Tndarion's voice issued from nowhere.
"Let the fight begin." He jumped into the air, moving out of the weapons ranges of the opposing suits.
There was a pause as both suits sized up the opposition, Tallgeese III against the Master Gundam. Finally, Master made the first move, rushing through the space between them to strike first. He brought up his fist, aiming a punch at the head, trying to knock out the sensors. A blind enemy was an easy enemy to kill. He missed as TG jumped into the air, grabbing his rifle from his back. He pulled it out and fired a shot at where he predicted his enemy would run. He was correct, and Master fell to the ground from the shock. He then pulled his sabre and dropped to strike, coming out of the sun to hide his approach. He stopped a t the last second, engaging his inertial dampners so he could instantly stop. He was nailed by Master's next move, however, being hit by an energy blast. It superheated several systems, causing several short-circuits, including the controls for his cannon and heat rods. He only had his sabre left. He finally reactivated the environmental controls and raised himself. The Master was coming at him again, this time wit murderous intent. He flew up, trying to avoid the flurry of blows that was aimed at his face. He was knocked down by another energy blast, this one reflected of the ground. It knocked him onto the ground again, where he instantly jumped up. He glanced at his energy gauge and gasped. He was almost out. He would have to something soon or he would lose. And from Tobias's peculiar smile, that meant something bad.
"Lucrezia, I'm sorry." He pulled his sabre, rerouting power from it into his rifle, attempting to fully charge it for his last attempt at victory. He had to constantly dodge out of the way of the more mobile, more agile enemy Suit. He closed his eyes and began to mutter slightly, activating the codes for the ZERO system. He began to feel its influence, and energy immediately surged through his body. He became acutely aware of what his opponent was about to do, sensing his next move. He raised the rifle and depressed the trigger.
* * * *
When Milliardo stumbled into his room later that night, he was pale and shaking. Char looked up. "You look sick. Lay down for a while. I'll go get your girlfriend." Before he could protest, Char was gone. The door reopened several minutes later and Lucrezia Noin ran in.
"Zechs! Are you all right?"
He did not answer, instead closing his eyes. He was sweating heavily. She sat next to him and gently rubbed her hand over his forehead. She got up and went to the sink in the room, dousing the rag she had in her pocket. When it was soaked, she returned to his side and placed it over his forehead. He opened his eyes at the touch and found her smiling at him sadly.
"ZERO?"
He could only shake.
******************************Author's Section******************************
Welcome again to my void. As you can see, I actually took the time to write a section now, wanting to get this thing going. However, if my friend doesn't confirm soon, I'm gonna have to find someone else to be in her place. So, if it comes to it, my e-mail address is gundamblackheart2003@hotmail.com. Send me your information as a pilot as well as the basic design of the Gundam that you pilot, including its capabilities and weapons. If I think you have potential, I will do an e- mail interview to get the specifics down. Remember that I have the right to tone down anything I think is overpowered. Until the next chapter, signing off.
The Colonel