Chapter 5- Dreamer's Gift
"Well, are they?" she asked again.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks. Well, uh, let's get you started. Um, I'll just acquaint you with the controls, for starters, okay?"
"I already know the controls, for both the Chameleons, and the original Gundams. If anyone needs to be acquainted with any controls, it's you," she retorted coldly.
"Oh yeah. Right. Well, how about you show me your weapons systems?"
"Gladly." She brightened and led him out of the hall towards the back.
"Um, Leah? The target grounds are that way," Quatre called out.
"I need larger grounds. My weapons have a longer range than your Gundam's even the Customs. Miss Relena had these ones built for me especially."
"So.who designed Desertblade?"
"I did. Weapons systems, defense, general design. I also designed the metal, Gundameleon Alloy, to be used only for future Chameleons. I built the entire thing by myself. I'm not used to working with others." Quatre got the point and shut up until he saw the MS.
"Holy.Shinigami kill me now!" he shouted. "That thing is huge!"
"We're still about a mile or two away from the target grounds. Where we are now at the moment is where the targets are." She gestured at five or six round targets that stood at least eighty meters high. "Desertblade has a long-range sensor built into her visual screen to focus in on targets at a maximum range of fifty kilometers. The weapons she has are also made to reach that far."
"Wow," was all Quatre could say.
Finally they reached the actual suit. With one agile leap she jumped into the cockpit. The door closed and Desertblade's upper body swiveled a full 360 degrees before the entire suit moved to face the far-off target.
"This is the Chameleon's Tongue," she called over the suit's com-line. "It is the only mandatory weapon for all the future Chameleons." A long whip of crackling pink electricity and lasers extended. As Quatre looked off into the distance he saw a burst of purple and black flames. When the tongue retracted, there was no longer a target left standing.
"That target was made of Gundanium Alloy, y'know," she told him. He could sense immense pride in her voice.
"Continue. I am eager to see more of these weapons of yours." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the grounds. The suit's hands reached up and clasped, and a twirling ball of green and yellow fire appeared. With a war cry, it was fired at another of the standing targets, but as Quatre watched, it evaporated before it got there.
"Leah, it didn't-"
"Shush, and watch."
Out of the blue, a green and yellow dragon swooped down. It sliced at the target, and then disappeared. The target dissolved instantly.
"What the heck was that?!" Quatre yelled.
"My Chameleon, Desertblade, uses a combination of laser technology and magic."
"You're a witch!?" He asked incredulously.
"Well, I prefer the term Wicca, but yeah," she answered.
"Well, if you don't mind me saying, you've cast a spell over me,' he said seductively.
"Let's.just continue, okay?" she said nervously. Quatre just shook his head. He didn't have a clue as to what the feeling was inside of him that made his heart flutter so. He had told himself that he wouldn't fall in love with her, that they were just master and apprentice, student and teacher, but she was twisting that, twisting his heart into a shape he didn't want to recognize. He didn't realize she was speaking until her words broke through his thoughts.
".by inputting different codes. Each Chameleon Gundam has, for instance, a specific automobile it will transform to by using the code 1CD7X13. When I input this code into Desertblade, she transforms into a silver Jaguar convertible. The Chameleon suits are also built to the preferences of the pilots. For instance, my friend Umi will be getting a black suit named Tiamat that becomes a black Ford F-150. She asked for these features specifically and they will included in the final product."
Quatre tuned out what she was saying. He just watched her, the way she looked, the way she moved. Her short brown hair, hanging just over the tops of her ears. Her soft, multi-colored eyes, mixed with blue, brown, and green. her lashes, long and soft, that brushed against the glasses she wore. She was taller than him by at least a head, with long, strong legs and thin lithe arms. She moved quickly and smoothly, like a panther, a tiger, yet she almost seemed to dance. Every step was light, sure-footed. As she climbed to the top of her suit to fix something or other, she was graceful and completely at east with the height, her feet finding ridges of metal that weren't there when he first looked. She was an angel, a magical being made of light. As she looked down at him and he smiled, her eyelids slowly lowered shyly over her beautiful eyes. She was his dream, and he would do whatever he could to catch her and make her his.
"Well, are they?" she asked again.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks. Well, uh, let's get you started. Um, I'll just acquaint you with the controls, for starters, okay?"
"I already know the controls, for both the Chameleons, and the original Gundams. If anyone needs to be acquainted with any controls, it's you," she retorted coldly.
"Oh yeah. Right. Well, how about you show me your weapons systems?"
"Gladly." She brightened and led him out of the hall towards the back.
"Um, Leah? The target grounds are that way," Quatre called out.
"I need larger grounds. My weapons have a longer range than your Gundam's even the Customs. Miss Relena had these ones built for me especially."
"So.who designed Desertblade?"
"I did. Weapons systems, defense, general design. I also designed the metal, Gundameleon Alloy, to be used only for future Chameleons. I built the entire thing by myself. I'm not used to working with others." Quatre got the point and shut up until he saw the MS.
"Holy.Shinigami kill me now!" he shouted. "That thing is huge!"
"We're still about a mile or two away from the target grounds. Where we are now at the moment is where the targets are." She gestured at five or six round targets that stood at least eighty meters high. "Desertblade has a long-range sensor built into her visual screen to focus in on targets at a maximum range of fifty kilometers. The weapons she has are also made to reach that far."
"Wow," was all Quatre could say.
Finally they reached the actual suit. With one agile leap she jumped into the cockpit. The door closed and Desertblade's upper body swiveled a full 360 degrees before the entire suit moved to face the far-off target.
"This is the Chameleon's Tongue," she called over the suit's com-line. "It is the only mandatory weapon for all the future Chameleons." A long whip of crackling pink electricity and lasers extended. As Quatre looked off into the distance he saw a burst of purple and black flames. When the tongue retracted, there was no longer a target left standing.
"That target was made of Gundanium Alloy, y'know," she told him. He could sense immense pride in her voice.
"Continue. I am eager to see more of these weapons of yours." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the grounds. The suit's hands reached up and clasped, and a twirling ball of green and yellow fire appeared. With a war cry, it was fired at another of the standing targets, but as Quatre watched, it evaporated before it got there.
"Leah, it didn't-"
"Shush, and watch."
Out of the blue, a green and yellow dragon swooped down. It sliced at the target, and then disappeared. The target dissolved instantly.
"What the heck was that?!" Quatre yelled.
"My Chameleon, Desertblade, uses a combination of laser technology and magic."
"You're a witch!?" He asked incredulously.
"Well, I prefer the term Wicca, but yeah," she answered.
"Well, if you don't mind me saying, you've cast a spell over me,' he said seductively.
"Let's.just continue, okay?" she said nervously. Quatre just shook his head. He didn't have a clue as to what the feeling was inside of him that made his heart flutter so. He had told himself that he wouldn't fall in love with her, that they were just master and apprentice, student and teacher, but she was twisting that, twisting his heart into a shape he didn't want to recognize. He didn't realize she was speaking until her words broke through his thoughts.
".by inputting different codes. Each Chameleon Gundam has, for instance, a specific automobile it will transform to by using the code 1CD7X13. When I input this code into Desertblade, she transforms into a silver Jaguar convertible. The Chameleon suits are also built to the preferences of the pilots. For instance, my friend Umi will be getting a black suit named Tiamat that becomes a black Ford F-150. She asked for these features specifically and they will included in the final product."
Quatre tuned out what she was saying. He just watched her, the way she looked, the way she moved. Her short brown hair, hanging just over the tops of her ears. Her soft, multi-colored eyes, mixed with blue, brown, and green. her lashes, long and soft, that brushed against the glasses she wore. She was taller than him by at least a head, with long, strong legs and thin lithe arms. She moved quickly and smoothly, like a panther, a tiger, yet she almost seemed to dance. Every step was light, sure-footed. As she climbed to the top of her suit to fix something or other, she was graceful and completely at east with the height, her feet finding ridges of metal that weren't there when he first looked. She was an angel, a magical being made of light. As she looked down at him and he smiled, her eyelids slowly lowered shyly over her beautiful eyes. She was his dream, and he would do whatever he could to catch her and make her his.