The Lone Gundam State
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Cards: Hey everyone, sorry about the BIG BIG BIG FREAKIN' delay. I never got to see the end of G Gundam and that just killed the story for me. But then I got the last 3 DVDs and I don't know how long this is going to last again...
Oborato was on his way to the ruins of New York on Earth. He had driven to Japan, and visited his base before catching a boat to America. He only stayed there to rest for the night, get more of that nasty gruel, which he had actually been craving since Germany, weird, huh?
Well, anyway. Oborato was now leaving his base in Japan, and himself and the Shinobi's corelander were both on a ship to America, California to be exact. Oborato spent most of his time wandering the ship's decks, since it would take but a mere two hours to reach California, he spent most of his time on his favorite part of the ship, and all the decks, the mess hall. He ate two, maybe even tree times the amount of the rest of the riders of the ship did. Hey, all you can eat is a ninja best friend, you know? After he had finished his meal, which took a good forty-five minutes, he's a quick eater; he stepped out onto the starboard side of the ship, and looked over the incredibly fast moving horizon. He smirked a bit, and then heard someone speaking.
"Did you hear about that Gundam from Neo-Texas? I heard he's crazy! Carry's around a big…Wood coffin, they say, no Gundam has ever stood up to this maniac and won…Well, after he opens that coffin anyway…"
"Doya know the name of that Gundam?"
"Yeah…The Gundam Dejango…"
"Weren't that a movie like…a billion years 'go?"
"I dunno, maybe…"
(Cards: YEAH, I LIKE MAKIN' FUN OF AMERICANS IN MY STORIES! Doesn't mean I'm not proud to be an American…)
Oborato's smirk grew to a full smile, and he nodded a bit. He thought to himself, he would the first to defeat this Gundam from Neo-Texas…Just like the Beowulf Gundam, neither of them were any match for me and Shinobi…Then he let out a small chuckle.
Another hour and a half passed and they were arriving in California, where, Oborato didn't care to know, it was all the same to him right now, all he cared about…was finding the Gundam Dorado. He ran into the cargo section, and jumped into the open hatch of his corelander, and started the thrusters up. He drove out the open hatch, and across the fairly barren land. He looked to the mini-map in the cockpit, and set it to arrive at the estimated area of where all of the fights revolving around the Gundam Dorado were taking place. He nodded, and set the corelander into autopilot, and leaned back in his seat. He let out a small yawn, and patted his full stomach, smiling out of bliss.
He yawned again, and slowly closed his eyes…
"Estimated time of arrival…three and a half hours…" The computer spoke to him.
"Ah…so it'll be dark by time I get there. Excellent." Oborato said to himself, and smiled again, slowly giving in to the darkness of sleep.
Time passed, and the ninja slept. Then there was a loud beeping noise, and it jolted him awake. He leaned forward very quickly, and slammed his forehead against the steering wheel-thing, what ever you want to call it.
"Damn it!" He let out a cry of pain as well.
Then he rubbed his forehead, and looked to where he was, desert…Dark desert…Cold since it was night...The hatch of the lander swung open, and the ninja climbed out, still rubbing his forehead. He looked around to the barren land, and sighed. There was no sign of anything the size of a Gundam...No tracks...no Gundam tracks anyway, lots of small animal tracks. Anyway, Oborato jumped to the hood of the corelander, then to the highest point of it, and looked about more. He saw the soft shine of lights...from a city. Someone there might know something of the Gundam Dorado. He smiled a bit, and jumped off the roof, and into the cockpit, starting the engine again, piloting towards the city.
It didn't take Oborato very long to reach the city, about a solid five minutes or so. The city was...old looking. Like it was a tourist attraction from a long time ago. When Texas still played out on the whole "come see out cowboys and dude ranches." But it only looked that old. It had actually been repaired quite a lot, and updated a bit, and people actually lived here. Normally. But they were all asleep, but their porch lights were on, but one building had it's lights on inside. The old saloon. The corelander moved to park in front of the tavern, once more, the hatch opened, and the pilot climbed out. He stepped through the double swinging doors and looked around. There were only three people inside, the bartender, and two men at the bar. They were all dressed in the old cowboy style. Oborato was a bit confused, and walked to the far end of the bar of the two, the tender making his way towards him.
"'owdy, Partner. What're you doin' here this late?" The bartender looked to him for a second, then took a shot glass from under the bar, and put it down in front of him.
"I was just...mozying...my way through, and thought I'd stop for a bit to drink." Oborato nodded, and watched the tender pull a bottle from behind the bar. Whiskey, and used it to fill his glass. (Cards: MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA...loser...)
"Well, my 'vice to you, don't stay long. We got a few problem with Gundam Fighters getting parts sabotaged..."
"Really? Do you have any idea who it might be?" Oborato took the glass, and down it before the tender could say anything. Then he coughed a bit. "That's a lot harder then sake..."
"Yeah, I bet so, we make it-'rselves. And 'bout the cheater, best we can figure is, that's Dorado. I dun get it neither, when the fights started, he seemed to be such a good guy, ya know? Played fair, and real powerful. I just dun get it...I guess it was just'n act for trust..."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Said one of the drunks at the bar, the one farthest from the ninja. And Oborato was the only one to look towards him. The bartender didn't look, neither did the second man.
"Who's that?" The ninja whispered, looking to the man in the pancho, and cowboy hat, drinking his whiskey right from the bottle.
"We dun know, he's been in here everyday for about a week now...He always pays his tab, so I got no beef with'em."
"Thanks for the advice. I'll look into the Gundam matter for ya." Oborato nodded, and stood from his stool, making an exit. Then he tripped, and fell face forward, landing hard. "Oof! Tomorrow...I'll start tomorrow..." He climbed to his feet, and turned to the tender, who point to the a sign behind him.
"That'll be a twenty, sir. For the drink, an' night stay." The sign were the prices of the saloon, and now known, Inn.
"Thanks..." Oborato smiled, and walked back to the bar. He pulled the money from his pocket, and put it down before the tender.
The bartender took the money, and exited into a door behind the bar, at the far end where the drunk was. Then he shortly came back with a key. The keychain read "412," but there were only two floors. Oborato took the key from the tender, and smiled a bit, walking for the stairs. He made his way up the stairs, it didn't take him long to reach the second floor, but all the room plates said "40-" which Oborato found very strange. But now he slowly traced to the room he was to stay in, "412," and slid the key into the lock, turning it. The door clicked, and then he turned the knob, swinging it open, but kept the key in his fingers to let it slide out. Then the ninja took a step in, and closed the door behind him, locking the door when it slid shut. Oborato looked around his new setting, letting out a small hic, then sighed. He stepped to the bed, letting out a very long yawn, pulling the kunai, sheathed, from against his back, keeping it in his right hand. He plopped down on the bed, sliding the weapon under his pillow, then resting his head upon it. It didn't take him long to fall asleep again, and without a sheet, or blanket.
The blazing Texas sun rose, and that was Oborato's alarm clock. The glare landed on his face, so he began to harshly rub his face, waking himself up. He literally rolled out of bed, snatching his weapon as he left the comfort of the bed. He stayed on the floor for a few minutes before getting to his feet, letting out a very large, very big yawn. (Cards: I'm getting tired from all this, hehe.) He slipped the weapon under the tail of the back of his shirt one more. He moved to look at himself in the mirror, and since the distance, he could see all of himself. He ran his fingers through his mess of black, pushed up his sleeves that had fallen in the nights sleep, and finally dusted out the remaining wrinkles in his clothing. Then he looked at himself for a few seconds in the mirror, gave himself a big thumbs up, and smile.
"Lookin' good, ninja-man." He said proudly to himself and stepped out of his room.
He made his way down to the bar area, and saw that same drunkened-man from the night before. Oborato inched over to him, and sat at the stool next to him. The man was huddled over a glass of a dark liquor, and reeked of the smell of it as well. Oborato waved down the bar tender, and tapped the bar area in front of him, signaling for a shot himself. Then, as the bartender fixed him a shot of whiskey, Oborato looked to the drunkard.
"Hey pops, what's the matter with you?" Oborato asked as his drink was placed before him.
"Nothin', can't you just leave an old man to his booze?" The old man replied gruffly.
Oborato shrugged, and slid his glass by the old man as he climbed to his feet. Then he pulled some crumpled but money from his pocket and tossed it down. He turned and began his exit, whistling happily.
"Hey punk...watch out for the coffin...it's more then what it seems..." The old drunk called out, then downed his first glass of whiskey.
Oborato smiled a bit and kept walking to his corelander, the hatch opened and he jumped in. He leaned back in his seat, and started the engine, and began his search for the Neo-Texas Gundam once more. He drove south of town, keeping an eye open for any huge footprints.
Then, after several hours of sitting in his cockpit, Oborato saw a man in a poncho, and a cowboy hat, but both were different from the mans he had seen in the tavern. He opened the hatch and drove towards the man, but as he got closer, a sudden sandstorm picked up. Quickly, Oborato closed the hatch, and turned around. He didn't get far when he was clear of the storm, but when he looked back, he saw it. The Gundam Dejango. It was the size of a normal Gundam, but like who Oborato thought the pilot would be, he was dressed in a huge poncho, but no hat. It had to long chains from his shoulders falling to a large wooden coffin that barely hovered of the ground, and resting at both of the Gundams metal hips were two magnum type guns, but they were bigger then Chibodee's from the Gundam Maxter. That's when a voice echoed through the desert.
"You, Gundam fighter, I challenge you to a Gundam Fight Match!"
With hesitation, Oborato pressed a big red button in the cockpit. In a matter of seconds, Oborato was within the cockpit of the Shinobi Gundam, dressed in the Mobile Trace Unit. Moved around a bit to make sure it was functional, then turned to Dejango, starring it down with two green eyes.
"Shinobi Gundam of Neo-Japan, Gundam fight ready..." "Gundam Dejango of Neo-Texas, Gundam fight ready..." The two cried at the same time. "GO!!!"
And right then, to two charged their fists colliding with each others, then they both jumped back. Shinobi drew his two kunai, and Dejango it's two revolvers. Shinobi charged, and Dejango fired a spray of energy slugs. Japan's Gundam took several minor hits, using its kunai to block as many as he could from hitting the head unit. But when Shinobi was finally close enough to actually attack, Dejango stopped firing and spun around one time, sending the coffin crashing into Shinobi's side, which flung him into the air. Oborato was in a bit of pain, but managed to stick to his landing, though he began to breath hard.
"I can see why people say you're so good..." Oborato called to the unknown pilot.
All Oborato heard as a reply was a smug scoff, and Dejango's chains on his back were released, but without turning his eyes away from Shinobi, he grabbed one of the chains from the ground, and drug the coffin before him. Oborato watched, and his memory jogged to what the old man said, and charged again as Dejango began to open the wooden container. Shinobi jumped into the air with all his might, and with the sun to his back, he brought his two kunai down but midway down, something stopped them. Oborato looked, and he saw it. It was a giant gatling gun that had been hidden in the coffin. Now Shinobi landed on the ground, and staggered back a bit as Dejango raised his new weapon. Then there was the sound of breaking glass from behind the ready to attack Dejango, to which the monstrous mecha turned to see what had happened. There was a man who could not be seen very well from Shinobi's stand point, but he seemed to be yelling.
"I don't care, dad! This is my Gundam, and I don't give a damn if you think what I'm doing is wrong! This how I fight, this how people in the old west used to fight!" Was Dejango's reply.
Oborato yawned, and the mobile trace system went into suspension, and Oborato took a seat, and crossed his arms and legs, though the Shinobi Gundam didn't reflect this movement. The two westerners continued to argue, but for the most part Oborato zoned out. But he did watch the man climb up the other Gundam's leg, which made him laugh, especially when he fell.
"Hey! Don't laugh at my father!" Dejango yelled, and fired a few shorts from the gatling gun in the direction of Shinobi. "...Shinobi Gundam of Neo-Japan...I declare this fight a draw!"
"What?! You can't do that!" Replied Oborato from inside the cockpit.
"Yes I can! And I am! It's in your favor anyway, if I didn't call this a drawn, you'd loose anyway!"
"Whatever...sure, I agree, this fight was a draw..." replied the ninja with a sight.
"Next time, you won't be so lucky for our fight to be interrupted!"
Dejango Gundam bent to pick up it's pilot's father, and Oborato finally recognized...it was the drunk from the bar! Oborato smiled, laughed a bit as the two Gundam's turned and disappeared as a strange dust storm had decided to perk up.
"Next time, the end would have been the same, Dejango Gundam of Neo-Texas...I would have one...Oborato of Neo-Japan."
"I don't think so, Mr. Oborato...the winner would've been me, Jackson Dorado, of Neo-Texas."
The two Gundam's couldn't even see each other as they spoke, but they could hear each other.
Cards: I AM SOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!! Not that any of my old fans would be reading this anyway...
Disclaimer: ...
Cards: Hey everyone, sorry about the BIG BIG BIG FREAKIN' delay. I never got to see the end of G Gundam and that just killed the story for me. But then I got the last 3 DVDs and I don't know how long this is going to last again...
Oborato was on his way to the ruins of New York on Earth. He had driven to Japan, and visited his base before catching a boat to America. He only stayed there to rest for the night, get more of that nasty gruel, which he had actually been craving since Germany, weird, huh?
Well, anyway. Oborato was now leaving his base in Japan, and himself and the Shinobi's corelander were both on a ship to America, California to be exact. Oborato spent most of his time wandering the ship's decks, since it would take but a mere two hours to reach California, he spent most of his time on his favorite part of the ship, and all the decks, the mess hall. He ate two, maybe even tree times the amount of the rest of the riders of the ship did. Hey, all you can eat is a ninja best friend, you know? After he had finished his meal, which took a good forty-five minutes, he's a quick eater; he stepped out onto the starboard side of the ship, and looked over the incredibly fast moving horizon. He smirked a bit, and then heard someone speaking.
"Did you hear about that Gundam from Neo-Texas? I heard he's crazy! Carry's around a big…Wood coffin, they say, no Gundam has ever stood up to this maniac and won…Well, after he opens that coffin anyway…"
"Doya know the name of that Gundam?"
"Yeah…The Gundam Dejango…"
"Weren't that a movie like…a billion years 'go?"
"I dunno, maybe…"
(Cards: YEAH, I LIKE MAKIN' FUN OF AMERICANS IN MY STORIES! Doesn't mean I'm not proud to be an American…)
Oborato's smirk grew to a full smile, and he nodded a bit. He thought to himself, he would the first to defeat this Gundam from Neo-Texas…Just like the Beowulf Gundam, neither of them were any match for me and Shinobi…Then he let out a small chuckle.
Another hour and a half passed and they were arriving in California, where, Oborato didn't care to know, it was all the same to him right now, all he cared about…was finding the Gundam Dorado. He ran into the cargo section, and jumped into the open hatch of his corelander, and started the thrusters up. He drove out the open hatch, and across the fairly barren land. He looked to the mini-map in the cockpit, and set it to arrive at the estimated area of where all of the fights revolving around the Gundam Dorado were taking place. He nodded, and set the corelander into autopilot, and leaned back in his seat. He let out a small yawn, and patted his full stomach, smiling out of bliss.
He yawned again, and slowly closed his eyes…
"Estimated time of arrival…three and a half hours…" The computer spoke to him.
"Ah…so it'll be dark by time I get there. Excellent." Oborato said to himself, and smiled again, slowly giving in to the darkness of sleep.
Time passed, and the ninja slept. Then there was a loud beeping noise, and it jolted him awake. He leaned forward very quickly, and slammed his forehead against the steering wheel-thing, what ever you want to call it.
"Damn it!" He let out a cry of pain as well.
Then he rubbed his forehead, and looked to where he was, desert…Dark desert…Cold since it was night...The hatch of the lander swung open, and the ninja climbed out, still rubbing his forehead. He looked around to the barren land, and sighed. There was no sign of anything the size of a Gundam...No tracks...no Gundam tracks anyway, lots of small animal tracks. Anyway, Oborato jumped to the hood of the corelander, then to the highest point of it, and looked about more. He saw the soft shine of lights...from a city. Someone there might know something of the Gundam Dorado. He smiled a bit, and jumped off the roof, and into the cockpit, starting the engine again, piloting towards the city.
It didn't take Oborato very long to reach the city, about a solid five minutes or so. The city was...old looking. Like it was a tourist attraction from a long time ago. When Texas still played out on the whole "come see out cowboys and dude ranches." But it only looked that old. It had actually been repaired quite a lot, and updated a bit, and people actually lived here. Normally. But they were all asleep, but their porch lights were on, but one building had it's lights on inside. The old saloon. The corelander moved to park in front of the tavern, once more, the hatch opened, and the pilot climbed out. He stepped through the double swinging doors and looked around. There were only three people inside, the bartender, and two men at the bar. They were all dressed in the old cowboy style. Oborato was a bit confused, and walked to the far end of the bar of the two, the tender making his way towards him.
"'owdy, Partner. What're you doin' here this late?" The bartender looked to him for a second, then took a shot glass from under the bar, and put it down in front of him.
"I was just...mozying...my way through, and thought I'd stop for a bit to drink." Oborato nodded, and watched the tender pull a bottle from behind the bar. Whiskey, and used it to fill his glass. (Cards: MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA...loser...)
"Well, my 'vice to you, don't stay long. We got a few problem with Gundam Fighters getting parts sabotaged..."
"Really? Do you have any idea who it might be?" Oborato took the glass, and down it before the tender could say anything. Then he coughed a bit. "That's a lot harder then sake..."
"Yeah, I bet so, we make it-'rselves. And 'bout the cheater, best we can figure is, that's Dorado. I dun get it neither, when the fights started, he seemed to be such a good guy, ya know? Played fair, and real powerful. I just dun get it...I guess it was just'n act for trust..."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Said one of the drunks at the bar, the one farthest from the ninja. And Oborato was the only one to look towards him. The bartender didn't look, neither did the second man.
"Who's that?" The ninja whispered, looking to the man in the pancho, and cowboy hat, drinking his whiskey right from the bottle.
"We dun know, he's been in here everyday for about a week now...He always pays his tab, so I got no beef with'em."
"Thanks for the advice. I'll look into the Gundam matter for ya." Oborato nodded, and stood from his stool, making an exit. Then he tripped, and fell face forward, landing hard. "Oof! Tomorrow...I'll start tomorrow..." He climbed to his feet, and turned to the tender, who point to the a sign behind him.
"That'll be a twenty, sir. For the drink, an' night stay." The sign were the prices of the saloon, and now known, Inn.
"Thanks..." Oborato smiled, and walked back to the bar. He pulled the money from his pocket, and put it down before the tender.
The bartender took the money, and exited into a door behind the bar, at the far end where the drunk was. Then he shortly came back with a key. The keychain read "412," but there were only two floors. Oborato took the key from the tender, and smiled a bit, walking for the stairs. He made his way up the stairs, it didn't take him long to reach the second floor, but all the room plates said "40-" which Oborato found very strange. But now he slowly traced to the room he was to stay in, "412," and slid the key into the lock, turning it. The door clicked, and then he turned the knob, swinging it open, but kept the key in his fingers to let it slide out. Then the ninja took a step in, and closed the door behind him, locking the door when it slid shut. Oborato looked around his new setting, letting out a small hic, then sighed. He stepped to the bed, letting out a very long yawn, pulling the kunai, sheathed, from against his back, keeping it in his right hand. He plopped down on the bed, sliding the weapon under his pillow, then resting his head upon it. It didn't take him long to fall asleep again, and without a sheet, or blanket.
The blazing Texas sun rose, and that was Oborato's alarm clock. The glare landed on his face, so he began to harshly rub his face, waking himself up. He literally rolled out of bed, snatching his weapon as he left the comfort of the bed. He stayed on the floor for a few minutes before getting to his feet, letting out a very large, very big yawn. (Cards: I'm getting tired from all this, hehe.) He slipped the weapon under the tail of the back of his shirt one more. He moved to look at himself in the mirror, and since the distance, he could see all of himself. He ran his fingers through his mess of black, pushed up his sleeves that had fallen in the nights sleep, and finally dusted out the remaining wrinkles in his clothing. Then he looked at himself for a few seconds in the mirror, gave himself a big thumbs up, and smile.
"Lookin' good, ninja-man." He said proudly to himself and stepped out of his room.
He made his way down to the bar area, and saw that same drunkened-man from the night before. Oborato inched over to him, and sat at the stool next to him. The man was huddled over a glass of a dark liquor, and reeked of the smell of it as well. Oborato waved down the bar tender, and tapped the bar area in front of him, signaling for a shot himself. Then, as the bartender fixed him a shot of whiskey, Oborato looked to the drunkard.
"Hey pops, what's the matter with you?" Oborato asked as his drink was placed before him.
"Nothin', can't you just leave an old man to his booze?" The old man replied gruffly.
Oborato shrugged, and slid his glass by the old man as he climbed to his feet. Then he pulled some crumpled but money from his pocket and tossed it down. He turned and began his exit, whistling happily.
"Hey punk...watch out for the coffin...it's more then what it seems..." The old drunk called out, then downed his first glass of whiskey.
Oborato smiled a bit and kept walking to his corelander, the hatch opened and he jumped in. He leaned back in his seat, and started the engine, and began his search for the Neo-Texas Gundam once more. He drove south of town, keeping an eye open for any huge footprints.
Then, after several hours of sitting in his cockpit, Oborato saw a man in a poncho, and a cowboy hat, but both were different from the mans he had seen in the tavern. He opened the hatch and drove towards the man, but as he got closer, a sudden sandstorm picked up. Quickly, Oborato closed the hatch, and turned around. He didn't get far when he was clear of the storm, but when he looked back, he saw it. The Gundam Dejango. It was the size of a normal Gundam, but like who Oborato thought the pilot would be, he was dressed in a huge poncho, but no hat. It had to long chains from his shoulders falling to a large wooden coffin that barely hovered of the ground, and resting at both of the Gundams metal hips were two magnum type guns, but they were bigger then Chibodee's from the Gundam Maxter. That's when a voice echoed through the desert.
"You, Gundam fighter, I challenge you to a Gundam Fight Match!"
With hesitation, Oborato pressed a big red button in the cockpit. In a matter of seconds, Oborato was within the cockpit of the Shinobi Gundam, dressed in the Mobile Trace Unit. Moved around a bit to make sure it was functional, then turned to Dejango, starring it down with two green eyes.
"Shinobi Gundam of Neo-Japan, Gundam fight ready..." "Gundam Dejango of Neo-Texas, Gundam fight ready..." The two cried at the same time. "GO!!!"
And right then, to two charged their fists colliding with each others, then they both jumped back. Shinobi drew his two kunai, and Dejango it's two revolvers. Shinobi charged, and Dejango fired a spray of energy slugs. Japan's Gundam took several minor hits, using its kunai to block as many as he could from hitting the head unit. But when Shinobi was finally close enough to actually attack, Dejango stopped firing and spun around one time, sending the coffin crashing into Shinobi's side, which flung him into the air. Oborato was in a bit of pain, but managed to stick to his landing, though he began to breath hard.
"I can see why people say you're so good..." Oborato called to the unknown pilot.
All Oborato heard as a reply was a smug scoff, and Dejango's chains on his back were released, but without turning his eyes away from Shinobi, he grabbed one of the chains from the ground, and drug the coffin before him. Oborato watched, and his memory jogged to what the old man said, and charged again as Dejango began to open the wooden container. Shinobi jumped into the air with all his might, and with the sun to his back, he brought his two kunai down but midway down, something stopped them. Oborato looked, and he saw it. It was a giant gatling gun that had been hidden in the coffin. Now Shinobi landed on the ground, and staggered back a bit as Dejango raised his new weapon. Then there was the sound of breaking glass from behind the ready to attack Dejango, to which the monstrous mecha turned to see what had happened. There was a man who could not be seen very well from Shinobi's stand point, but he seemed to be yelling.
"I don't care, dad! This is my Gundam, and I don't give a damn if you think what I'm doing is wrong! This how I fight, this how people in the old west used to fight!" Was Dejango's reply.
Oborato yawned, and the mobile trace system went into suspension, and Oborato took a seat, and crossed his arms and legs, though the Shinobi Gundam didn't reflect this movement. The two westerners continued to argue, but for the most part Oborato zoned out. But he did watch the man climb up the other Gundam's leg, which made him laugh, especially when he fell.
"Hey! Don't laugh at my father!" Dejango yelled, and fired a few shorts from the gatling gun in the direction of Shinobi. "...Shinobi Gundam of Neo-Japan...I declare this fight a draw!"
"What?! You can't do that!" Replied Oborato from inside the cockpit.
"Yes I can! And I am! It's in your favor anyway, if I didn't call this a drawn, you'd loose anyway!"
"Whatever...sure, I agree, this fight was a draw..." replied the ninja with a sight.
"Next time, you won't be so lucky for our fight to be interrupted!"
Dejango Gundam bent to pick up it's pilot's father, and Oborato finally recognized...it was the drunk from the bar! Oborato smiled, laughed a bit as the two Gundam's turned and disappeared as a strange dust storm had decided to perk up.
"Next time, the end would have been the same, Dejango Gundam of Neo-Texas...I would have one...Oborato of Neo-Japan."
"I don't think so, Mr. Oborato...the winner would've been me, Jackson Dorado, of Neo-Texas."
The two Gundam's couldn't even see each other as they spoke, but they could hear each other.
Cards: I AM SOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!! Not that any of my old fans would be reading this anyway...