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Trial by Choice
Chapter 2:
Key: +insert text+ thought speak
Interceptors flew everywhere, many of the Mobile Dolls succumbed to the assaults, but countered with their own. A Carrier falls, a blade is released, scewering the Doll that killed the Protoss on the Carrier. A head turns, and sees the revealer.
Xack paced around the room angrily, he was like a ticked-off leopard times 3.
"damn it, Damn It, DAMN IT!" SLAM!
He smacked the VCR as it finished a tape of the local news report of the recent battle between 'The Various' and OZ. Xack had seen the cameraman late in the fight, he had stared at it a bit longer then he meant to and ended up with much of his Mobile Suit's shoulder amour ripped off.
They had been exposed to the world, no question about it, and were preparing for any assaults from the UN, OZ, and OZ's allies. All of the staff on 'The Various' were working major overtime building units, and repairing any damage on the Carriers and Xack's Mobile Suit, Dark-Psygon.
Xack stepped over to the SCV currently working on the Dark-Psygon.
"How is it?" Xack looked up to the blue and black mech's head. The eyes of the suit seemed sorrowful, as if it's pride had been hurt badly. The enfuriated teen stared at the Dark Templar fashioned head with curiousity and almost didn't hear what the SCV had to say in response.
"It won't take too long to repair it, but it'll be out of commision for a while since the blast clipped the right arm's main joint at the top."
"I understand. {How is it that a Mobile Suit could be hurt emotionally?}" wondered Xack.
+It is because it is linked to you telepathically.+
Xack turned around to face Artanis, one of his mentors. +I knew that Artanis........+ Xack stressed the fact largely. His face suddenly went solemn as he recalled a private memory. +When I started training with the Protoss, I knew that immense mental strength would be needed, I passed beyond all my Protoss brethern though, despite the speices indifference. What an accomplishment that was. I was the first human to harness the powers of both the Khallis and the Uraj factors. That was one of the reasons that I developed the High-Psygon and the Dark-Psygon.+
Artanis stepped forward with his eyes glowing in speech wildly, +Exactly, a shard of the Uraj is fused with the core of the High-Psygon, while the Dark- Psygon contains a shred of the Khallis crystal. The crystals react to the energies of the person piloting it, that's why you are the only one able to pilot the Psygons so well, you are the balance of Darkness and Light, the ultimate Protoss/Terran power hybrid.+ Artanis gestured during this, and since everyone hadn't quite gotten wind of Artanis' and Xack's mind-speak abilities, the ones who didn't know looked at Artanis and Xack strangely.
Xack sighed and began speaking normally again, changing the subject rather suddenly.
"It's bad enough that Keagan abandoned us, but it's worse that we've been revealed prematurely! Ugh,all we are left now is the diplomacy option. Jim, you and Artanis are in charge until we get back."
Jim Raynor, commander of the group's Terran fleet, put on a puzzled face, shoved off the wall he was leaning on and asked who 'we' was.
"Bear in mind that diplomats aren't the only ones that can be convinced. Me and Gerad will enroll in the local school, chances are that they'll be discussing Treize and us, if the homework assigned is a report of both groups, we may be able to collect a few members from this dimension."
Raynor piped up when Xack finished, "I suppose you have a point there......... Don't worry then, we'll keep the base alive and running at all costs, we'll just hope that Arcturus doesn't launch an EMP Shockwave anytime soon."
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Tokyo-3 high school (Eva pilot's)
"I'm telling ya man, you should think of a name BEFORE we go in." Gerad exclaimed to his lax commander.
"Don't worry so much, I'll think of something." Xack waved the situation as if it were nothing and walked toward the school in a smooth fashion.
Gerad shoved his hands into his beige pant's pockets and casually walked into the building.
Inside.........
"Your name is?"
"Jargon Reddon."
"and yours?"
Xack mentally flipped through a mental rolodex of words he'd learned, Arbiter? nope. Myjollnir? nope. Whelp? definently not.
Finally, "Templar."
"What?" asked the woman who had not been paying attention.
"Er......... Tim, Tim Lars."
"OK."
"Phew." Xack sunk in his seat a little feeling frazzled.
Seeing the look on Xack's face, Gerad sniggered to himself.
Xack dismissed the gesture and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as the secretary of the school sorted out their class.
"Congratulations Mr. Lars and Mr. Reddon, you're in the class with the Eva pilots." the secretary said pleasantly.
Gerad raised an eyebrow and asked, "Pardon?"
"The Eva pilots." repeated the secretary.
Gerad shook his head and said in a similar manner to his last response,"We don't know what your talking about."
"Ummmm......... The classroom to the first left and the second right."
"Thank you."
She scratched her head in confusion muttering something about forgetful people as she returned to her duties.
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Over the city of Ueda.........
Keagan felt nothing as he took his Mobile suit, Lockman, in a straight beeline for Tokyo 2, OZ's main base of operations in the dimension. His fury was uncontained as he had blasted nearly anything that didn't move along the way, he didn't know it, but this wasn't fury that he was experiencing, but insanity.
"There's Treize in that building." BLAST!
"There he is again behind that tree." WHOOSH!
"WHY WON'T HE FUCKIN' DIE ALREADY?!" KABLAM! BASH! CRACK! POW! WHOOMPH!
Trapped in his own mind, obsessed with killing Treize, he rampaged through Japan not caring for any inanimate object in his path. "Nature........." the bleached haired pilot thought, "OZ cares for nature. My mother enjoyed nature herself... I should have been a botanist..."
He suddenly strained himself, as if he fought an internal battle within his mind and changed faces.
"No, I won't believe it, OZ is filled with nothing but ruthless bastards and a bitch or two. Treize will die at my hands, no matter what the cost. As for my mother, screw her! Screw my entire family when they didn't support me on my choice of joining the Alliance! Even my father! My gun- shop owning, smoking, father denied my position in the army! He resembled Treize in looks... but not in spirit..."
Keagan's obsession was multiplying, he had flown for over 24 hours, never stopping for anything, not for food, not for drink, not for his suit, not even for the bathroom.
The heat gauge fluctuated madly as it glowed red hot and burst it's glass covering, he ignored it. His stomach growled with hunger pains, he was deaf to himself. He pissed his pants, he changed into a fresh pair inside the cockpit, (hey, can't ignore EVERYTHING).
"I'm coming Khushrenada, I'll find you."
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I hope you like it, I consider it one of my better works. To tell the truth, this story is the one I've put the most work into, I feel very inspired by it.
signed, A no longer frustrated Magister
Trial by Choice
Chapter 2:
Key: +insert text+ thought speak
Interceptors flew everywhere, many of the Mobile Dolls succumbed to the assaults, but countered with their own. A Carrier falls, a blade is released, scewering the Doll that killed the Protoss on the Carrier. A head turns, and sees the revealer.
Xack paced around the room angrily, he was like a ticked-off leopard times 3.
"damn it, Damn It, DAMN IT!" SLAM!
He smacked the VCR as it finished a tape of the local news report of the recent battle between 'The Various' and OZ. Xack had seen the cameraman late in the fight, he had stared at it a bit longer then he meant to and ended up with much of his Mobile Suit's shoulder amour ripped off.
They had been exposed to the world, no question about it, and were preparing for any assaults from the UN, OZ, and OZ's allies. All of the staff on 'The Various' were working major overtime building units, and repairing any damage on the Carriers and Xack's Mobile Suit, Dark-Psygon.
Xack stepped over to the SCV currently working on the Dark-Psygon.
"How is it?" Xack looked up to the blue and black mech's head. The eyes of the suit seemed sorrowful, as if it's pride had been hurt badly. The enfuriated teen stared at the Dark Templar fashioned head with curiousity and almost didn't hear what the SCV had to say in response.
"It won't take too long to repair it, but it'll be out of commision for a while since the blast clipped the right arm's main joint at the top."
"I understand. {How is it that a Mobile Suit could be hurt emotionally?}" wondered Xack.
+It is because it is linked to you telepathically.+
Xack turned around to face Artanis, one of his mentors. +I knew that Artanis........+ Xack stressed the fact largely. His face suddenly went solemn as he recalled a private memory. +When I started training with the Protoss, I knew that immense mental strength would be needed, I passed beyond all my Protoss brethern though, despite the speices indifference. What an accomplishment that was. I was the first human to harness the powers of both the Khallis and the Uraj factors. That was one of the reasons that I developed the High-Psygon and the Dark-Psygon.+
Artanis stepped forward with his eyes glowing in speech wildly, +Exactly, a shard of the Uraj is fused with the core of the High-Psygon, while the Dark- Psygon contains a shred of the Khallis crystal. The crystals react to the energies of the person piloting it, that's why you are the only one able to pilot the Psygons so well, you are the balance of Darkness and Light, the ultimate Protoss/Terran power hybrid.+ Artanis gestured during this, and since everyone hadn't quite gotten wind of Artanis' and Xack's mind-speak abilities, the ones who didn't know looked at Artanis and Xack strangely.
Xack sighed and began speaking normally again, changing the subject rather suddenly.
"It's bad enough that Keagan abandoned us, but it's worse that we've been revealed prematurely! Ugh,all we are left now is the diplomacy option. Jim, you and Artanis are in charge until we get back."
Jim Raynor, commander of the group's Terran fleet, put on a puzzled face, shoved off the wall he was leaning on and asked who 'we' was.
"Bear in mind that diplomats aren't the only ones that can be convinced. Me and Gerad will enroll in the local school, chances are that they'll be discussing Treize and us, if the homework assigned is a report of both groups, we may be able to collect a few members from this dimension."
Raynor piped up when Xack finished, "I suppose you have a point there......... Don't worry then, we'll keep the base alive and running at all costs, we'll just hope that Arcturus doesn't launch an EMP Shockwave anytime soon."
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Tokyo-3 high school (Eva pilot's)
"I'm telling ya man, you should think of a name BEFORE we go in." Gerad exclaimed to his lax commander.
"Don't worry so much, I'll think of something." Xack waved the situation as if it were nothing and walked toward the school in a smooth fashion.
Gerad shoved his hands into his beige pant's pockets and casually walked into the building.
Inside.........
"Your name is?"
"Jargon Reddon."
"and yours?"
Xack mentally flipped through a mental rolodex of words he'd learned, Arbiter? nope. Myjollnir? nope. Whelp? definently not.
Finally, "Templar."
"What?" asked the woman who had not been paying attention.
"Er......... Tim, Tim Lars."
"OK."
"Phew." Xack sunk in his seat a little feeling frazzled.
Seeing the look on Xack's face, Gerad sniggered to himself.
Xack dismissed the gesture and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as the secretary of the school sorted out their class.
"Congratulations Mr. Lars and Mr. Reddon, you're in the class with the Eva pilots." the secretary said pleasantly.
Gerad raised an eyebrow and asked, "Pardon?"
"The Eva pilots." repeated the secretary.
Gerad shook his head and said in a similar manner to his last response,"We don't know what your talking about."
"Ummmm......... The classroom to the first left and the second right."
"Thank you."
She scratched her head in confusion muttering something about forgetful people as she returned to her duties.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------
Over the city of Ueda.........
Keagan felt nothing as he took his Mobile suit, Lockman, in a straight beeline for Tokyo 2, OZ's main base of operations in the dimension. His fury was uncontained as he had blasted nearly anything that didn't move along the way, he didn't know it, but this wasn't fury that he was experiencing, but insanity.
"There's Treize in that building." BLAST!
"There he is again behind that tree." WHOOSH!
"WHY WON'T HE FUCKIN' DIE ALREADY?!" KABLAM! BASH! CRACK! POW! WHOOMPH!
Trapped in his own mind, obsessed with killing Treize, he rampaged through Japan not caring for any inanimate object in his path. "Nature........." the bleached haired pilot thought, "OZ cares for nature. My mother enjoyed nature herself... I should have been a botanist..."
He suddenly strained himself, as if he fought an internal battle within his mind and changed faces.
"No, I won't believe it, OZ is filled with nothing but ruthless bastards and a bitch or two. Treize will die at my hands, no matter what the cost. As for my mother, screw her! Screw my entire family when they didn't support me on my choice of joining the Alliance! Even my father! My gun- shop owning, smoking, father denied my position in the army! He resembled Treize in looks... but not in spirit..."
Keagan's obsession was multiplying, he had flown for over 24 hours, never stopping for anything, not for food, not for drink, not for his suit, not even for the bathroom.
The heat gauge fluctuated madly as it glowed red hot and burst it's glass covering, he ignored it. His stomach growled with hunger pains, he was deaf to himself. He pissed his pants, he changed into a fresh pair inside the cockpit, (hey, can't ignore EVERYTHING).
"I'm coming Khushrenada, I'll find you."
=========
I hope you like it, I consider it one of my better works. To tell the truth, this story is the one I've put the most work into, I feel very inspired by it.
signed, A no longer frustrated Magister