Stalker - Now everyone. A terrible fate has taken its toll upon Neo-America's star. The man with burning fists, Chibodee Crocket! As you know, Chibodee has been an orphan almost all of his life. What does this have to do with today's episode, you ask? Let's get things started! Gundam Fight all set. Ready? GO!


Episode 52
"The Red Knight's Revenge. Voice from the past!"




Night.
The Gundam's sat dormant, safely concealed inside the carrier, as the two humans prepared to camp for the night. The man, Domon Kasshu, leaned back against the trunk of a tree, cradling the woman, Rain Kasshu, in his arms. Ironically, they both looked strikingly similar to their past selves, wearing almost identical clothes now as they did four years ago. Of course, four years ago, Domon and Rain has sat across from each other, unlike now. Domon stroked her cheek lovingly, as she slept soundly, lulled by his heartbeat.
"See you in the morning, Rain." Domon whispered, and gently slid her into her sleeping bag, underneath the temporary onning he had constructed out of tree branches. He admired her for a moment, gazing at her beauty. Her shining auburn hair, her flawless complexion, her perfect figure. He smiled. He was the luckiest guy in the universe to have her. He kissed her forehead, and crawled inside his own sleeping bag next to her. "Night, Rain." He said, and drifted off to sleep.

***


A woman walked down the silent corridor, her glasses slipping slightly. She brought her hand up to adjust them, which revealed the small piece of paper in her right hand. She stopped at a large doorway, and knocked.
"Yeah?" The man's voice was gruff from inside.
"Another note came for you," The girl replied. Silence for a few moments, then the door opened. The man stood in the doorway, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dimly lit corridor.
"Bunny?" He asked. She nodded, and held out the paper. The man, Chibodee Crocket, took the note, and read it aloud.

"Oh beautiful, for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain,
for purple mountain's majesty
above the fruited plain.
America, America. God shed his grace on thee..."

He stopped, crumpling the note in his grasp. A small tear formed in his left eye.
"Ch...Chibodee?" Bunny asked.
"What kind of person would pull such a sick joke?" Chibodee demanded. Bunny laid a hand on Chibodee's chest.
"C'mon, Chibodee. You need to get some sleep. You've had a really long day," Bunny said, leading Chibodee from the cold, unforgivingness of the doorway to the warm, sanctity of his bed.
"Yeah.... thanks, Bunny." Chibodee said, laying down. Bunny smiled, and left the room. Chibodee put his hands behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling, reminding himself of why he was here. "I have to win this time...." He said. "I'm Neo-America's hope...Neo-America's dream..." These thoughts made him smirk. He closed his eyes, expecting to fall asleep quite easily, seeing as how exhausted he was from the day's battle. Instead, he opened his eyes and heard a soft voice.
"Oh beautiful for spacious skies..." It sang. Chibodee sat up. There was a blue light coming from his closet.
"Bunny? Shirley?" He called.
"For amber waves of grain..." The voice continued. Chibodee stood up, and walked over to his closet.
"Janet? Kath?" He opened the closet doors to see a woman. She was tall, with long blue hair that extended past her waist. It was plled back into a single long ponytail, which shone as if the sun was shining directly upon it. Chibodee nearly collapsed. The woman turned to him, smiling, and staring at him with her tear-blue eyes.
"America, America, God shed his grace on thee..." She reached out, and touched Chibodee's cheek. Her touch seemed to spread a surge of warmth through his body, like a wave.
"M...Mother?" He whispered.
"Chibodee... you've grown up." The woman whispered in an almost heavenly voice. Chibodee chuckled lightly. "You've become the star I always knew you could be," she said. Tears were running down Chibodee's face as she touched him.
"Mom....It's really you," he said, and wrapped his arms around.... nothing. The figure of his mother vanished, leaving him alone in the dark room. "No...NO!!!" He yelled. He squeezed his eyes shut, and clenched his fists. The door to his bedroom opened. The four girls, in their nightgowns of course. They had heard something coming from Chibodee's room. Chibodee was crouched near the closet, remembering what had taken place earlier that day.

***


"Come on, Jorge! I've had better challenges in my dreams!" Chibodee yelled. He was hopping up and down inside of Gundam Maxter, in boxing mode. He had barely even broken a sweat.
"Do not taunt me, Neo-America's Chibodee Crocket. Queen of Spades!" Jorge Gamus, Neo-Brazil's Gundam fighter, responded. Chibodee growled deeply. Why did HE have to be the Queen of Spades?
"Soon Neo-America will show the galaxy the beauty of the dream! Too bad you won't be around to see it," Chibodee said, and drew back his fist. "Bursting! Machine Gun! PUNCH!!!" He screamed, releasing his special techniqueat Jorge. All ten seperate blasts rocked through the body of Neo-Brazil's Savage Gundam. It fell to the ground, but lifted its head up. He glared at Chibodee, his eyes glowing red.
"Mark my words, Chibodee Crocket. Your arrogance and bloodlust will be punished! The spirit of Jorge Gamus will assure it!"

***


Could this be what he meant? Could the spirit of Jorge Gamus be causing this hallucination? "Chibodee..." It was Shirly. She stepped forward from the other girls, and put her hands on Chibodee's back. He was sweating profusely. "Are you all right?" She asked. Chibodee spun around, shrugging Shirly's hands off. "Chibodee?" She asked. He glared at her, a glint of hate in his eyes. He shrugged past them, and quickly pulled his clothes on. He turned to walk out of the bedroom. One of the girls jumped in front of the door.
"Chibodee, wait..." Janet begged. Chibodee pushed her out of the way violently. "Ah! Chibodee!" Janet cried. Chibodee stared at them for a moment, then left without a word.

***


Morning.
Domon had been awake since dawn, doing various little chores. Cleaning up camp, packing all the sleeping supplies inside Rising Gundam's cockpit. And of course, to see the Earthern sun rise. Domon repleaced his custom made sword in its sheath, and made his way over to Rain's sleeping bag. "Rain, time to get up." he said, shaking her gently.
No response.
Domon rolled his eyes, and unzipped the sleeping bag to find... nothing. "What?!" He grabbed Rain's head. It was a dummy. There was a note attached to the forehead of the dummy. Domon read it.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Domon.
I'll be frank. If you ever want to see Mademoiselle Rain
again, you'll meet me at the palace withing the day. Do
not bring your Gundam.
Au Revoir"

Domon crushed the note in his hand, then looked at the dummy. There was a rose in its mouth. "George..."

***


Chibodee walked the streets of downtown Manhattan alone. Night was just settling in, and all of the "troublesome" people were coming out. Home sweet home. He kept his head down, walking down the grimy streets, and only heard a few mutterings of "Is that Chibodee Crocket?". He walked into a local tavern, and sat down at the bar.
"What'll it be, Chib?" The bartender asked. Chibodee chuckled. He couldn't escape his appearence.
"Weiser." Chibodee said gruffly. The bartender nodded, and handed him a bottle. Chibodee opened it, and took a long drink as someone sat down next to him.
"Drowning your sorrows?" It was a womans voice. Chibodee turned his head to see a woman, perhaps twenty years old, sitting next to him. She wasn't that tall, maybe five foot six or seven. She had long black hair, and a flawless complexion. Her eyes though, are what drew Chibodee in. They were dark, shadowy eyes, beaming of a mysterious glint. She was wearing tight blue denim pants and a red tube top. "Hm?" She prodded. Chibodee smirked, and turned back to his drink.
"What's it to ya, kid?" Chibodee asked, taking another drink. The girl put her hands behind her head and leaned back against the counter.
"Just wondering why the great Chibodee Crocket is drinking in a run-down place like this." The girl asked, and grabbed Chibodee's bottle, taking a long drink, then giving it back to him.
"How old are you, kid?" Chibodee asked, taking his drink back. The girl smirked.
"What's it to ya?" She asked. Chibodee smiled. :What say we get out of here and go somewhere a bit more...private?" The girl suggested. Chibodee thought for a few moments, then tossed a couple of dollars to the bartender.
"Lead the way." He said, and followed her out.

***


The double doors of the palace opened. Portaits of the former kings of France adorned the walls of the palace. Most notably of course, Louis XIV. "George!!!" Domon yelled.
"Ah, Domon Kasshu." An elegant voice said.
"Come out George! Release Rain!" Domon demanded. A light appeared at the end of a long hallway. George was standing there, holding the tip of his sword against Rain's throat. "Rain!" Domon yelled, and started running toward them.
"Stop right there, Domon Kasshu! One more move and I cut her throat!" George announced.


Stalker - Everyone, it's the moment you've been waiting for. Who is the mysterious woman befriending Chibodee, and what will happen to Rain under the honorable hands of George de Sand? Next time, on Mobile Fighter G Gundam. "Deadly Beauty! Forge an Alliance!"