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"Mister Winner."
Quatre looked up. It was the Colonel. "What can I do for you?"
"Your schedule has been accelerated. Your fight is today instead of tomorrow. You have ten minutes to prepare. Be at the hangar by then. I have something to do real quickly. I trust you are old enough to do this on your own." There was a hint of a sneer in his voice. He turned and left, leaving an angry Quatre behind him.
He arrived at Char's room. "Commander Aznoble. You have ten minutes to be ready at the hangar. Your fight starts then."
He didn't give Char time to answer before turning and leaving for the hangar. He stood and waited, willing the void to retrieve the Sandrock and Sazabi. He glared at them a moment, then turned. "You're early, Char."
"Your point?"
"It just surprised me. I expected young Master Winner to get here first."
"Well, I'm here. What's so important as to interrupt what I was doing?"
"Let's not forget who's the host and who's the guest. I can come and go on my whim alone. You, however, are bound to my summons by your mere presence so I am the master here."
They glared at each other a moment. "Fine."
"I have summoned the two of you because of an unexpected development. You are due to fight now because one of the contestants from the last round decided to chicken out. I have to move the timetable up some so that there is not a lapse in the fighting."
"Do we have to fight?"
"Keep your pacifist ideals to yourself. Pacifism solves nothing. If it did, war would not exist. You have five minutes to go over the blueprints of each other's suits. Then the fighting starts."
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Char shielded his eyes as Sazabi appeared in the middle of the ocean, on a liner. He glanced down as his cockpit controls vanished and saw the civilians staring at him in wonder. This, obviously, was not his world. A short distance away, on a neighboring liner, his opposition appeared. He sized it up and made his plan. When he sensed his foe was oriented, he launched a quartet of funnels and sprang up, using his high mobility to take the fight to where he wanted it, the air. His funnels began to circle their target and Char landed next to his enemy, pulling his Beam Ax free of its holster and flaring it to life. He swung, but the strike was met by an enormous shotel. He jumped up as the other sliced the air where he had been. He dropped again and yanked his rifle free, launching a quick salvo to catch Quatre off guard. The blasts rocked the liner, and Sandrock jumped into the water. Char followed.
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Quatre sighed a breath of relief. The civilians would be safe and now he could fight with everything he had. He shook as his Gundam took a hit. He's fast, he thought. If I use my superior armor to last this fight out, I can win. I hope.
He turned and aimed his sub-machine gun at his foe and fired off an indiscriminate spray. He pulled out his shotels again and sliced the water, creating a ripple of force that knocked the enemy MS back a few meters. It recovered quickly, though and launched some more drones. They took to circling him, causing distractions that he couldn't avoid. He knew if he did, he would be dead. He turned and caused another ripple the detonated a pair of them before being struck by a rifle blast in the back.
"Warning. Critical leak sprung. Prepare for rapid flooding and decompression."
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Char stared at the floundering mass of Gundanium. He had killed many before, but this one seemed somehow wrong. This man hadn't done anything to him, and yet he had killed him. He shook his head sadly. The world these days.
As you can see, I finally started to write a lot. I'm almost done with half of the first-round battles, so then comes the fun stuff. The tourney's starting to get real interesting (I hope) and remember you may have an effect on the outcome if you REVIEW. Hint...hint...
The Colonel
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"Mister Winner."
Quatre looked up. It was the Colonel. "What can I do for you?"
"Your schedule has been accelerated. Your fight is today instead of tomorrow. You have ten minutes to prepare. Be at the hangar by then. I have something to do real quickly. I trust you are old enough to do this on your own." There was a hint of a sneer in his voice. He turned and left, leaving an angry Quatre behind him.
He arrived at Char's room. "Commander Aznoble. You have ten minutes to be ready at the hangar. Your fight starts then."
He didn't give Char time to answer before turning and leaving for the hangar. He stood and waited, willing the void to retrieve the Sandrock and Sazabi. He glared at them a moment, then turned. "You're early, Char."
"Your point?"
"It just surprised me. I expected young Master Winner to get here first."
"Well, I'm here. What's so important as to interrupt what I was doing?"
"Let's not forget who's the host and who's the guest. I can come and go on my whim alone. You, however, are bound to my summons by your mere presence so I am the master here."
They glared at each other a moment. "Fine."
"I have summoned the two of you because of an unexpected development. You are due to fight now because one of the contestants from the last round decided to chicken out. I have to move the timetable up some so that there is not a lapse in the fighting."
"Do we have to fight?"
"Keep your pacifist ideals to yourself. Pacifism solves nothing. If it did, war would not exist. You have five minutes to go over the blueprints of each other's suits. Then the fighting starts."
* * * *
Char shielded his eyes as Sazabi appeared in the middle of the ocean, on a liner. He glanced down as his cockpit controls vanished and saw the civilians staring at him in wonder. This, obviously, was not his world. A short distance away, on a neighboring liner, his opposition appeared. He sized it up and made his plan. When he sensed his foe was oriented, he launched a quartet of funnels and sprang up, using his high mobility to take the fight to where he wanted it, the air. His funnels began to circle their target and Char landed next to his enemy, pulling his Beam Ax free of its holster and flaring it to life. He swung, but the strike was met by an enormous shotel. He jumped up as the other sliced the air where he had been. He dropped again and yanked his rifle free, launching a quick salvo to catch Quatre off guard. The blasts rocked the liner, and Sandrock jumped into the water. Char followed.
* * * *
Quatre sighed a breath of relief. The civilians would be safe and now he could fight with everything he had. He shook as his Gundam took a hit. He's fast, he thought. If I use my superior armor to last this fight out, I can win. I hope.
He turned and aimed his sub-machine gun at his foe and fired off an indiscriminate spray. He pulled out his shotels again and sliced the water, creating a ripple of force that knocked the enemy MS back a few meters. It recovered quickly, though and launched some more drones. They took to circling him, causing distractions that he couldn't avoid. He knew if he did, he would be dead. He turned and caused another ripple the detonated a pair of them before being struck by a rifle blast in the back.
"Warning. Critical leak sprung. Prepare for rapid flooding and decompression."
* * * *
Char stared at the floundering mass of Gundanium. He had killed many before, but this one seemed somehow wrong. This man hadn't done anything to him, and yet he had killed him. He shook his head sadly. The world these days.
As you can see, I finally started to write a lot. I'm almost done with half of the first-round battles, so then comes the fun stuff. The tourney's starting to get real interesting (I hope) and remember you may have an effect on the outcome if you REVIEW. Hint...hint...
The Colonel