Robotech:
Leak of Arms
A serrated ribbon of tortured hope and riveting future smoothed around the lone super fortress as it armed the last of its reflex warheads at the focal point of the alien's mother ship. It had been the last minute plan that they were hoping would work, that would hopefully weaken the Zentraedi's military strength and intelligence and give the segregated people of the SDF-1 a chance for survival. An additional hundred detonations of tiring fire sparked from the igniting warheads, adding to the war's already thousands of boisterous explosions of drifting and flooding missiles and gunfire. The final likelihood for survival was engaged in the SDF-1's barrier shield system. Drowning the entire frame of the substantial war vessel in a sting of shuddering fire, as the threads of drying flames swallowed themselves, they left nothing in the worn darkness of space, but a speck of iridescent metal.
Embraced and held in warm arms, Lisa Hayes and Rick Hunter relish that they were able to endured the momentous war that was held and the destruction that was caused by it. As his body and mind calmed to the sinking wind, Rick's hand fingered Lisa's side firmly as they watched the setting sun over the leveled west.
"It looks like the fighting stopped." Lisa's churning voice announced to the stilling quiet. Rick replied with a simple remark, still gazing over the field of burnt ash and residue that once was an immeasurable city. Even seeing the event happen, he still can't reason with his own mind that it was still true, that almost every person on earth had been exterminated.
"I wonder if any one else is around?" Lisa's words infringed even more on Rick's thoughts as his fingers pressed still against Lisa's stomach and side, feeling the matted officer's suit under his touch. With a pick up of supposing wind, Lisa's tanned brown hair scattered across Rick's cheeks and lips.
"What'd you mean?" Rick's agile eyes caught her in her already turning gaze, meeting him in his own stare.
"Well, we might be the only survivors. It would be sad, if we were." Lisa's studying look swept to her feet as the reality of her words set in. She can't imagine if she and Rick were the only survivors of the human race, becoming relics of a once great culture.
"That wouldn't be too bad, would it?" Lisa's ears exposed themselves to listen to Rick's chuckling comment. "At least you wouldn't be alone."
"Oh, Rick." Lisa gazed once again in to his youth face, addicting herself to Rick's eyes, but his eyes were once again wondering around above them, watching with his ears and listening with his eyes.
"Do you hear that?" his questioning mouth spat.
"It's.Minmei!" Their eyes glimmered with excitement as the realization came to mind.
"Than the SDF-1 survived!" Rick embraced Lisa's body again as he drew her close to him. Even before his mouth could lip the words, his finger pointed to the descending form that stood alone against the vista.
"SDF-1!" Knowing that they weren't the only survivors and that they would reunited with their friends soon, lifting the boggling burden from their shoulders, but know they would all face the tender and painful job of rebuilding from only ashes of the earth.
The chance of continued existence had been giving to the survivors of the whole human race, for the last two years, letting them pondering on the thoughts of what may come next. Even with the unforgiving ways of rebuilding, life was founding love again and finally reconstructing itself once again in the hearts of many, but for two of them it was a harder ordeal.
"It was so nice of you to ask me out tonight, Rick. I thought you would never ask." Lisa's charm came from her scarlet lips as signs of happiest and love.
The streetlights held bright with orange bulbs, shying away the darkness from Lisa's pressed white shirt, but covering in her blackish gray cotton pants and reflecting from her glossy black boots, as she walked close to Rick's side.
'I thought you needed a rest from the Bridge Bunnies and their gossip of you and me dating. And what else could take your mind off of them, than a night out with me."
The two's fingers softly slide together, than grew firm as they grasped on to each others warmth. The nightlife glittered privately around them, as the store lights and lively streetlights tapped on either side of them. Even the trivial tremors that rattled the loose dirt that fashioned the bare road could break them from each other grasp. Their caring eyes didn't notice the dreadfully, bulky stained black military boot that sprung in front of them, engulfing the small side walk that they traveled upon, the lustrous leather nearly pushing across Rick's transfixed face.
"Oh, dreadfully sorry I am, but I didn't see you down there. Please don't take offense, I will be more careful next time." The fading gray skinned Zentraedi defector boomed to them as slivers of green hair slide into his eyes. With a pleasant wave from his oversized hand, he went on his way, taking careful steps as he lumbered heavily down the beaming sidewalk. With the reformed Zentraedi around, life on the streets of Macross had been changed forever. Once warriors that killed thousands of innocent civilians had become them, walking down the boulevards for a quiet and peaceful night. It was a strange turn of events, and no body could have foreseen this happening, but it could just be the gateway for peace in the near future.
"Killers one day, gentlemen the next. If only all of them thought that way." Rick's thoughts went deep into his own words; things were slowly changing, but not fast enough for him. The Zentraedi's military forces still existed, even without their lord, Dolaz, another already took his place, Khyron, one that Rick thought just might be worst than Dolaz. It was just a matter of time before he would attack the wobbly peace that was settling on the established cities around the watching SDF- 1.
"Rick, I want to tell you thanks again for taking me out. It's been a long time and with the stresses of my job, I was just about to burst, but then once again you came and swept me away. Nothing can ruin this night." But Lisa's soft, kind words were covered and drawn away by the distressing detonations that rattled and rolled into the sullied street as a building caught the flames in its hand. "An attack?"
"No, there's just one." With a sigh of his breathe and a dropping fear, Rick turned his charismatic eyes into her steel ones. "Lisa, I want you to call the SDF-1 and tell them to get a Veritech team down here, I'll try and stop the attack." With nothing more than a sway and dash of his black suit coat, he went astray in the misleading, tossing gray- black smoke that fanned through the area.
The aged military suit reflected in the fires that its wearer caused. His purple tanned skin glinted in the shadows of the opening fires. The black cased Zentraedi rifle hung warm in the Zentraedi warrior's hands as he picked his next target. He didn't want to destroy, he wanted a fight and nothing else would bring that out, than destruction of one of the Micronions' city.
"Zentraedi, stop this attack. There is no need for this senseless destruction. Whatever the reason is that you feel you need destroy, we will help you with that, but stop attacking, we are friends now!" Rick's voice came off weak and frail, giving no authority over the Zentraedi's massive size.
"Stupid Micron, there's nothing you can give me, unless it's a fight. Your once thought great culture has become an irritation to my warrior pride. Now Micron, can you give me what I long for?" The thriving words of the forty-foot Zentraedi soldier surpassed Rick's trivial speech for peace.
The immensely large gun barrel came eye to eye with Rick as he rooted his feet to the ground. With a chuckling coming from his curling lips, he laid his finger on the trigger. Before flesh could touch metal, a fragment of orange slag shattering the weapon from the crisp hands of the Zentraedi and into the dead floor of the street.
Strangling blasts of bloated white smoke whined with the night air falling behind the polished maneuvers of steady hands.
"Archangel-6 to SDF-1, I'm there." Gentle flickers of moss green light tainted the pilot's hidden face in the darkness. "Damn Zentraedi." The mutterings came fro under his breath.
"Oh, so you stupid micronians will finally give me a fight. At last, something worth testing my strength on." His heated voice sprouted roots of fire as he prepared his hands for a fight.
The tan coffee colored fighter disembarked its long and narrow design as its thrusters carried down into broad legs, following with a swing of arms from underneath. The swift nose of the plane, folded over itself, reveling the blocky, dark browned head, supporting a lone, lean point from the top of its head.
"Zentraedi, stop your attack or I'll be forced to fire." With the pilot's warning in the air, his newly formed battroid's nimble fingers gripped the barrel of the gun.
"Throw away your shamefulness and give me a fight." Flaring hands rushed, but another set hugged tight from behind.
The gray Zentraedi turncoat that nearly stepped on Rick bear hugged his once brother of war with heavy force, pinning the renegade's arms down.
"No need to shot, micronian, I will talk this savage down, we can still live in peace."
The gun pod still lied on the chest of the Zentraedi deserter as he wrestled with his peace-loving brother. "They should all be killed." With those simple words, the trigger of the gun collapsed against the back of the wall.
Rounds of pressing fire from the triple barrels of the gun pod, disintegrated cloth and flesh as they were pulled through the Zentraedi's bodies by the melting heat. Jumps of blood skipped to the sidewalks and muddy road below. Startled people around the silent war that had been waged in the middle of their shopping time were saturated with the heavy copper smelling blood that continued its endless drip from their bodies to the ground. The renegade's serrated body slumped forward as the culture-loving turncoat lied in the rubble of a building that he collapsed while trying to gain his footing during the scatter of bullets, several of the broken pieces of concrete lied still wet with his cooling blood.
As troubled screams and panicked words began to settle, Rick Hunter came to his feet, still leaning his body over Lisa's.
"Goddamn that stupid pilot. What the hell was he thinking? Instead of settling the situation without violence, he killed an innocent Zentraedi and probably hurt numerous people in the process." Rick took himself from Lisa's side and roamed through the riddled streets of empty shell casing and torn fragments of shredded cloth. " Pilot, this is Lt. Hunter, you had no reason to fire. The war's closing to an end, we're trying everything to keep it quiet and with a flare up like this you just may have throw us right back in."
The glinted plate of green glass that served as the battroid's single eye turned to the tiny body that yelled and screamed at his bad actions. The fires that still burned with fuel for a lifetime, lit up Rick's frame in the reflecting visor of the tauntful battroid, that uncaringly and grimly stared down to the pressing human. With nothing more than a rush of toggling gears and attacking smoke, the Battroid altered back into its fighter form, pushing against the pressures of earth and launching the vehicle vertically to the stars.
"Rick, we have to get back to the SDF-1, they may need us if something else happens." Lisa's voice wondered over Rick's shoulder, as he never let his eyes off the chaos that was caused by one foolish decision.
The spoiled ruins of an entire race of gigantic warriors lingered further from the earth's contaminating culture and its protector the SDF-1. The last score of remaining warship coasted around the nearing planet, only known as Mars. It's sandy red shade liming and sweetening the military green star cruisers, as the undersized fleet stilled around the outer reach of Mars.
Slices of blue ran into a square as a paled, haggard face appeared in the thin video monitor.
"Lord Khyron, some of my men were thinking, since we are nearing Mars and the Micronians had a base there once, that there just maybe some armaments that we could use to restock are own war ships."
"Yes, that doesn't sound too bad. I remember that day, when they distorted are plans on capturing the battle fortress, but those damn micronians blow up their own base to destroy six gravity mines. It just may be true that something could have been left behind that we could use. Send a team of Battle Pods to check around the surrounding area of that micronian base." Khyron's words ramped through the thin screen as bit by bit disappeared into the air. "Filthy micronians."
With the still blistering bay doors of the Entry Pod open, the running egg shaped Battle Pods lumbered out. Slipping speed wormed through the Battle Pods' lengthy legs as they chatted with the heavy sands of Mars. Even with their escalating speed, the Zentraedi warriors that crammed themselves in the small Battle Pods noticed the lightly covered pieces of silvery white metal that was the only thing pullulated the small planet.
"Stop here!" The gruff field commander yelled. The team jarred their moving Battle Pods, holding their position behind the Officer Pod that scanned the ground very strongly.
"Commander, I'm getting movement all around us, we're encircled." The deep-rooted Zentraedi voice loomed over the speakers in the Officer's Pod.
"I already know, it has to be some type of micronian trap. All units prepare arms." With the command given all Battle Pods aimed their large gun turrets to the very ground that bordered their units.
Though the creaking grounds, fissures splintered through rock and sand, with a horrible speed never before seen, translucent greenish brown roots, sheltered in clear reflecting slime, warmed and grabbed on to the jaded one crimson eye that plated the nearest Battle Pod, tearing it from the void of the world. Gunfire erupted with in a sheer panic around the area. Bolts of heavy energy clouded the ground with springs of red clouds of sand, but it soon faded with the screams of the Zentraedi as something dragged them in to the core of the planet.
"The micronians don't know what they have unleashed with that explosion they did, something that is an enemy to both of our races and something with enough power to kill us all, the Gudis."
Leak of Arms
A serrated ribbon of tortured hope and riveting future smoothed around the lone super fortress as it armed the last of its reflex warheads at the focal point of the alien's mother ship. It had been the last minute plan that they were hoping would work, that would hopefully weaken the Zentraedi's military strength and intelligence and give the segregated people of the SDF-1 a chance for survival. An additional hundred detonations of tiring fire sparked from the igniting warheads, adding to the war's already thousands of boisterous explosions of drifting and flooding missiles and gunfire. The final likelihood for survival was engaged in the SDF-1's barrier shield system. Drowning the entire frame of the substantial war vessel in a sting of shuddering fire, as the threads of drying flames swallowed themselves, they left nothing in the worn darkness of space, but a speck of iridescent metal.
Embraced and held in warm arms, Lisa Hayes and Rick Hunter relish that they were able to endured the momentous war that was held and the destruction that was caused by it. As his body and mind calmed to the sinking wind, Rick's hand fingered Lisa's side firmly as they watched the setting sun over the leveled west.
"It looks like the fighting stopped." Lisa's churning voice announced to the stilling quiet. Rick replied with a simple remark, still gazing over the field of burnt ash and residue that once was an immeasurable city. Even seeing the event happen, he still can't reason with his own mind that it was still true, that almost every person on earth had been exterminated.
"I wonder if any one else is around?" Lisa's words infringed even more on Rick's thoughts as his fingers pressed still against Lisa's stomach and side, feeling the matted officer's suit under his touch. With a pick up of supposing wind, Lisa's tanned brown hair scattered across Rick's cheeks and lips.
"What'd you mean?" Rick's agile eyes caught her in her already turning gaze, meeting him in his own stare.
"Well, we might be the only survivors. It would be sad, if we were." Lisa's studying look swept to her feet as the reality of her words set in. She can't imagine if she and Rick were the only survivors of the human race, becoming relics of a once great culture.
"That wouldn't be too bad, would it?" Lisa's ears exposed themselves to listen to Rick's chuckling comment. "At least you wouldn't be alone."
"Oh, Rick." Lisa gazed once again in to his youth face, addicting herself to Rick's eyes, but his eyes were once again wondering around above them, watching with his ears and listening with his eyes.
"Do you hear that?" his questioning mouth spat.
"It's.Minmei!" Their eyes glimmered with excitement as the realization came to mind.
"Than the SDF-1 survived!" Rick embraced Lisa's body again as he drew her close to him. Even before his mouth could lip the words, his finger pointed to the descending form that stood alone against the vista.
"SDF-1!" Knowing that they weren't the only survivors and that they would reunited with their friends soon, lifting the boggling burden from their shoulders, but know they would all face the tender and painful job of rebuilding from only ashes of the earth.
The chance of continued existence had been giving to the survivors of the whole human race, for the last two years, letting them pondering on the thoughts of what may come next. Even with the unforgiving ways of rebuilding, life was founding love again and finally reconstructing itself once again in the hearts of many, but for two of them it was a harder ordeal.
"It was so nice of you to ask me out tonight, Rick. I thought you would never ask." Lisa's charm came from her scarlet lips as signs of happiest and love.
The streetlights held bright with orange bulbs, shying away the darkness from Lisa's pressed white shirt, but covering in her blackish gray cotton pants and reflecting from her glossy black boots, as she walked close to Rick's side.
'I thought you needed a rest from the Bridge Bunnies and their gossip of you and me dating. And what else could take your mind off of them, than a night out with me."
The two's fingers softly slide together, than grew firm as they grasped on to each others warmth. The nightlife glittered privately around them, as the store lights and lively streetlights tapped on either side of them. Even the trivial tremors that rattled the loose dirt that fashioned the bare road could break them from each other grasp. Their caring eyes didn't notice the dreadfully, bulky stained black military boot that sprung in front of them, engulfing the small side walk that they traveled upon, the lustrous leather nearly pushing across Rick's transfixed face.
"Oh, dreadfully sorry I am, but I didn't see you down there. Please don't take offense, I will be more careful next time." The fading gray skinned Zentraedi defector boomed to them as slivers of green hair slide into his eyes. With a pleasant wave from his oversized hand, he went on his way, taking careful steps as he lumbered heavily down the beaming sidewalk. With the reformed Zentraedi around, life on the streets of Macross had been changed forever. Once warriors that killed thousands of innocent civilians had become them, walking down the boulevards for a quiet and peaceful night. It was a strange turn of events, and no body could have foreseen this happening, but it could just be the gateway for peace in the near future.
"Killers one day, gentlemen the next. If only all of them thought that way." Rick's thoughts went deep into his own words; things were slowly changing, but not fast enough for him. The Zentraedi's military forces still existed, even without their lord, Dolaz, another already took his place, Khyron, one that Rick thought just might be worst than Dolaz. It was just a matter of time before he would attack the wobbly peace that was settling on the established cities around the watching SDF- 1.
"Rick, I want to tell you thanks again for taking me out. It's been a long time and with the stresses of my job, I was just about to burst, but then once again you came and swept me away. Nothing can ruin this night." But Lisa's soft, kind words were covered and drawn away by the distressing detonations that rattled and rolled into the sullied street as a building caught the flames in its hand. "An attack?"
"No, there's just one." With a sigh of his breathe and a dropping fear, Rick turned his charismatic eyes into her steel ones. "Lisa, I want you to call the SDF-1 and tell them to get a Veritech team down here, I'll try and stop the attack." With nothing more than a sway and dash of his black suit coat, he went astray in the misleading, tossing gray- black smoke that fanned through the area.
The aged military suit reflected in the fires that its wearer caused. His purple tanned skin glinted in the shadows of the opening fires. The black cased Zentraedi rifle hung warm in the Zentraedi warrior's hands as he picked his next target. He didn't want to destroy, he wanted a fight and nothing else would bring that out, than destruction of one of the Micronions' city.
"Zentraedi, stop this attack. There is no need for this senseless destruction. Whatever the reason is that you feel you need destroy, we will help you with that, but stop attacking, we are friends now!" Rick's voice came off weak and frail, giving no authority over the Zentraedi's massive size.
"Stupid Micron, there's nothing you can give me, unless it's a fight. Your once thought great culture has become an irritation to my warrior pride. Now Micron, can you give me what I long for?" The thriving words of the forty-foot Zentraedi soldier surpassed Rick's trivial speech for peace.
The immensely large gun barrel came eye to eye with Rick as he rooted his feet to the ground. With a chuckling coming from his curling lips, he laid his finger on the trigger. Before flesh could touch metal, a fragment of orange slag shattering the weapon from the crisp hands of the Zentraedi and into the dead floor of the street.
Strangling blasts of bloated white smoke whined with the night air falling behind the polished maneuvers of steady hands.
"Archangel-6 to SDF-1, I'm there." Gentle flickers of moss green light tainted the pilot's hidden face in the darkness. "Damn Zentraedi." The mutterings came fro under his breath.
"Oh, so you stupid micronians will finally give me a fight. At last, something worth testing my strength on." His heated voice sprouted roots of fire as he prepared his hands for a fight.
The tan coffee colored fighter disembarked its long and narrow design as its thrusters carried down into broad legs, following with a swing of arms from underneath. The swift nose of the plane, folded over itself, reveling the blocky, dark browned head, supporting a lone, lean point from the top of its head.
"Zentraedi, stop your attack or I'll be forced to fire." With the pilot's warning in the air, his newly formed battroid's nimble fingers gripped the barrel of the gun.
"Throw away your shamefulness and give me a fight." Flaring hands rushed, but another set hugged tight from behind.
The gray Zentraedi turncoat that nearly stepped on Rick bear hugged his once brother of war with heavy force, pinning the renegade's arms down.
"No need to shot, micronian, I will talk this savage down, we can still live in peace."
The gun pod still lied on the chest of the Zentraedi deserter as he wrestled with his peace-loving brother. "They should all be killed." With those simple words, the trigger of the gun collapsed against the back of the wall.
Rounds of pressing fire from the triple barrels of the gun pod, disintegrated cloth and flesh as they were pulled through the Zentraedi's bodies by the melting heat. Jumps of blood skipped to the sidewalks and muddy road below. Startled people around the silent war that had been waged in the middle of their shopping time were saturated with the heavy copper smelling blood that continued its endless drip from their bodies to the ground. The renegade's serrated body slumped forward as the culture-loving turncoat lied in the rubble of a building that he collapsed while trying to gain his footing during the scatter of bullets, several of the broken pieces of concrete lied still wet with his cooling blood.
As troubled screams and panicked words began to settle, Rick Hunter came to his feet, still leaning his body over Lisa's.
"Goddamn that stupid pilot. What the hell was he thinking? Instead of settling the situation without violence, he killed an innocent Zentraedi and probably hurt numerous people in the process." Rick took himself from Lisa's side and roamed through the riddled streets of empty shell casing and torn fragments of shredded cloth. " Pilot, this is Lt. Hunter, you had no reason to fire. The war's closing to an end, we're trying everything to keep it quiet and with a flare up like this you just may have throw us right back in."
The glinted plate of green glass that served as the battroid's single eye turned to the tiny body that yelled and screamed at his bad actions. The fires that still burned with fuel for a lifetime, lit up Rick's frame in the reflecting visor of the tauntful battroid, that uncaringly and grimly stared down to the pressing human. With nothing more than a rush of toggling gears and attacking smoke, the Battroid altered back into its fighter form, pushing against the pressures of earth and launching the vehicle vertically to the stars.
"Rick, we have to get back to the SDF-1, they may need us if something else happens." Lisa's voice wondered over Rick's shoulder, as he never let his eyes off the chaos that was caused by one foolish decision.
The spoiled ruins of an entire race of gigantic warriors lingered further from the earth's contaminating culture and its protector the SDF-1. The last score of remaining warship coasted around the nearing planet, only known as Mars. It's sandy red shade liming and sweetening the military green star cruisers, as the undersized fleet stilled around the outer reach of Mars.
Slices of blue ran into a square as a paled, haggard face appeared in the thin video monitor.
"Lord Khyron, some of my men were thinking, since we are nearing Mars and the Micronians had a base there once, that there just maybe some armaments that we could use to restock are own war ships."
"Yes, that doesn't sound too bad. I remember that day, when they distorted are plans on capturing the battle fortress, but those damn micronians blow up their own base to destroy six gravity mines. It just may be true that something could have been left behind that we could use. Send a team of Battle Pods to check around the surrounding area of that micronian base." Khyron's words ramped through the thin screen as bit by bit disappeared into the air. "Filthy micronians."
With the still blistering bay doors of the Entry Pod open, the running egg shaped Battle Pods lumbered out. Slipping speed wormed through the Battle Pods' lengthy legs as they chatted with the heavy sands of Mars. Even with their escalating speed, the Zentraedi warriors that crammed themselves in the small Battle Pods noticed the lightly covered pieces of silvery white metal that was the only thing pullulated the small planet.
"Stop here!" The gruff field commander yelled. The team jarred their moving Battle Pods, holding their position behind the Officer Pod that scanned the ground very strongly.
"Commander, I'm getting movement all around us, we're encircled." The deep-rooted Zentraedi voice loomed over the speakers in the Officer's Pod.
"I already know, it has to be some type of micronian trap. All units prepare arms." With the command given all Battle Pods aimed their large gun turrets to the very ground that bordered their units.
Though the creaking grounds, fissures splintered through rock and sand, with a horrible speed never before seen, translucent greenish brown roots, sheltered in clear reflecting slime, warmed and grabbed on to the jaded one crimson eye that plated the nearest Battle Pod, tearing it from the void of the world. Gunfire erupted with in a sheer panic around the area. Bolts of heavy energy clouded the ground with springs of red clouds of sand, but it soon faded with the screams of the Zentraedi as something dragged them in to the core of the planet.
"The micronians don't know what they have unleashed with that explosion they did, something that is an enemy to both of our races and something with enough power to kill us all, the Gudis."