Madman
by Gabriel Bell
DISCLAIMER- Robotech and all related elements are owned by Harmony Gold. I am wiriting this for my fun and the joy of writing and seek no profit from this work.
"Oh this is glorious...very, very glorious..." I smile as I walk through my ship that I had abandoned briefly because I thought it was going to explode after the crash. The soldier who had come in first to survey the damage walked to my left and a little behind me. This was wonderful! The damage overall had been minor from the looks of things. With any luck I would be able to get my ship up and running and then I could kill those damned micronians and their accursed ship.
I headed strait for the bridge and my command chair. I sat down and looked over the command controls on the arms of the chair. Splendid! There was still power. The lights and small screens were still activated. I stood up and went to the tactical console and began flipping switches to activate it. The holographic screen came to glorious life and listed the damage for me. As expected, most of the guns on the bottom of my ship when it crash landed, but the rest of my ship seemed fine. I wouldn't need them, not for my plan. Azonia and I had everything planned out. We would give the ship a skeleton crew, just enough to man the bridge and guns, then give the rest of my troops to Zeral. As much as I hate that bastard, he is the best place for my troops. I hate him. I put him in command of Zen City, trusting him, and he stabs me in the back with his own pitiful schemes!
Well, better he puts his efforts toward that pathetic micronian base in the wasteland than having his eyes set on my prize, the SDF-01. My prize...heh, I will claim it in fire. All the Zentraedi and the humans see that ship as indestructible...I will prove them wrong! Nothing can withstand my ship ramming into in a fiery blaze of glory. NOTHING!
I chuckle lightly as I envision the looks on those terrified micronians' faces as they see their death barreling towards them, inevitably to claim them with no chance of escape. None at all...
I checked the ammunition counts from the tactial screen and saw nothing. It registered not a zero, but nothing. How dare my ship defy me?
"Shit" I slammed my fist down onto the traitorous console and look over at the soldier who guided me in here.
"You! Go get a group of soldiers and make sure there are missiles in the magazines..." I ordered. "This damned display is being rebellious." He ran off to perform his duties while I looked back over the console. "Fucking traitor..." I then spat on it then began checking the rest of the ship. Soon. Very, very soon. The SDF-01, those damned micronians, and that hellspawned Rick Hunter will all die. In my death I will bring glory back to the Zentraedi, like that creature the micronians call a Phoenix. New Zentraedi glory will rise from my ashes.
Yes, my plan was perfect. All except for that damned console.
I turn and draw my pistol and shoot the traitorous control panel then go back to checking the charge on the engines on my ship.
The name of Khyron will echo forever in the halls of Zentraedi and micronian memory.
by Gabriel Bell
DISCLAIMER- Robotech and all related elements are owned by Harmony Gold. I am wiriting this for my fun and the joy of writing and seek no profit from this work.
"Oh this is glorious...very, very glorious..." I smile as I walk through my ship that I had abandoned briefly because I thought it was going to explode after the crash. The soldier who had come in first to survey the damage walked to my left and a little behind me. This was wonderful! The damage overall had been minor from the looks of things. With any luck I would be able to get my ship up and running and then I could kill those damned micronians and their accursed ship.
I headed strait for the bridge and my command chair. I sat down and looked over the command controls on the arms of the chair. Splendid! There was still power. The lights and small screens were still activated. I stood up and went to the tactical console and began flipping switches to activate it. The holographic screen came to glorious life and listed the damage for me. As expected, most of the guns on the bottom of my ship when it crash landed, but the rest of my ship seemed fine. I wouldn't need them, not for my plan. Azonia and I had everything planned out. We would give the ship a skeleton crew, just enough to man the bridge and guns, then give the rest of my troops to Zeral. As much as I hate that bastard, he is the best place for my troops. I hate him. I put him in command of Zen City, trusting him, and he stabs me in the back with his own pitiful schemes!
Well, better he puts his efforts toward that pathetic micronian base in the wasteland than having his eyes set on my prize, the SDF-01. My prize...heh, I will claim it in fire. All the Zentraedi and the humans see that ship as indestructible...I will prove them wrong! Nothing can withstand my ship ramming into in a fiery blaze of glory. NOTHING!
I chuckle lightly as I envision the looks on those terrified micronians' faces as they see their death barreling towards them, inevitably to claim them with no chance of escape. None at all...
I checked the ammunition counts from the tactial screen and saw nothing. It registered not a zero, but nothing. How dare my ship defy me?
"Shit" I slammed my fist down onto the traitorous console and look over at the soldier who guided me in here.
"You! Go get a group of soldiers and make sure there are missiles in the magazines..." I ordered. "This damned display is being rebellious." He ran off to perform his duties while I looked back over the console. "Fucking traitor..." I then spat on it then began checking the rest of the ship. Soon. Very, very soon. The SDF-01, those damned micronians, and that hellspawned Rick Hunter will all die. In my death I will bring glory back to the Zentraedi, like that creature the micronians call a Phoenix. New Zentraedi glory will rise from my ashes.
Yes, my plan was perfect. All except for that damned console.
I turn and draw my pistol and shoot the traitorous control panel then go back to checking the charge on the engines on my ship.
The name of Khyron will echo forever in the halls of Zentraedi and micronian memory.