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Chapter 21: Origins
"So what is situation now, Colonel Une," Sally asks going over battle plans.
"Well, nearly twenty-seven hours has passed since the first attack revealed Vanguard's position," Une informs, "As they neared the barricade twenty hours later, the transporters actually started moving towards the moon. It seems that was their original plan, and they hoped we would fall back and protect only the Earth. That isn't very indicative of Vanguard."
"So when will the battle commense?" Sally continues.
"I suppose it will happen as scheduled just after the passing of the twenty- eighth hour," Une ends.
"Will do," Sally acknowledges, "I will take up my battle position here. How are the rest of the forces setting up?"
"We got most of the Preventers here from Earth and Space," Une informs, "They all have their Taurus on stand-by guarding the Moon Facility. However, it still wasn't enough to make use of all of our reserves in suits. We really could use more qualified pilots."
"Roger," Sally says militaristically getting up and starts walking out of the room.
"One more thing, Sally," Une barks.
"Yes, colonel?" Sally inquires.
"Be sure to come back to us now," Une smirks, "I wouldn't want him mad at me when he returns."
Sally returns the smirk with squinting eyes, "Right."
---Meanwhile (GW - Moon Facility Main Entrance)---
Tallgeese stands ominously in front of a massive amount of black Taurus and one lone white Taurus at the front.
"Quatre, its getting to be that time," Zechs states, "Why don't you give a quick brief now that most of the forces are here."
"No problem," Quatre obeys, "Preventer Wind with the help of Noin will defend the main entrance with about fifty percent of the Preventers forces. I will be defending the secondary entrance with about thirty-five percent of the forces. Sally Po will defend the rear entrance with the remaining forces. We are unsure of the numbers of the forces, so we activated everybody. However, statistics of those carrier capacities show we should outnumber them three to one. The only thing that we are concerned about is how they aren't acting like that Vanguard of old anymore. So be on your guard, don't do anything foolish, and we will all be able to go back to our families."
"Po reporting," Sally cuts in.
"Good morning, Sally," Quatre gleams, "Any new information from Colonel Une?"
"Nothing new, bad or good," Sally reports.
"Well then everyone make final preparations, prepare for battle in about an hour." Quatre orders from SandRock as it digs into the icy ground it stands upon and the eyes glow challengingly.
---Meanwhile (GW - One Hour from the Moon Facility)---
"Sir, we are one hour from contact," a hoarse voice calls over to Ubel. He turns and nods his head rustling his purple bangs.
"What are you planning to do?" the voice calls again, "You have been silent since the last battle. If we fight those metal monsters here, we will surely lose."
"Than it would make sense that I would be thinking about the upcoming battle wouldn't it," Ubel charges threateningly as he turns around and begins coursing electricity through his entire body.
"Uh sorry sir," the youma quickly apologizes to save himself from the impending wrath, "I will let you back to you thinking."
"I'm not thinking now," Ubel states confusing everyone now, "I am gathering power for my plan to work once we arrive."
"Okay sir," a new youma calls attention to himself, "Anything we can do?"
"Shut up!" Ubel barks firing a blue beam across the room vaporizing the innocent youma. A hush falls over the crowded transporter as they all heed his warning.
"It seems that the minds behind those ingenious war machines are equally smart or lucky when it comes to military tactics," Ubel informs, "We looked as if we were going to attack the earth first, but they moved forces to the moon anticipating to push it there. They got lucky that we were intending to head there."
"What is the point of attacking the moon anyways?" a foolish youma slips. Ubel turns with electricity coursing through his eyes once again. The youma quickly thumps his forehead with his palm, makes a zipper motion across his lips, turns the lock, opens the youma beside him with a jab to the stomach, tosses the imaginary key in, and the wise youma makes a swallowing motion. Ubel glares at the two and returns to what he was doing.
"In our world, the moon is the supreme source of our type of power," Ubel states in a teacher-like manner, "That is originally why Beryl attacked it in the first place. In essence, you control the moon; you control the power. Thus, the Sailor Scouts are powerless and our power increases. Not to mention that if my plan works and we wipe out this world's defenders, we will do what foolish Audric was trying to accomplish back in our own world, just over here instead."
Ubel moves from his standing position at the pilot's window of the transporter and shifts to his chair.
"Now that the plan is ready, we just wait," Ubel cackles.
---Later On (GW - The Moon Facility)---
"T-minus five minutes until they are in firing range," Zechs points out from Tallgeese computer, "Everyone ready for battle."
"Something's wrong, Zechs," Noin calls out.
"What is it?" Zech responds.
"My scanners are showing they are deploying suits now," Noin informs.
Zechs looks over the computer which in fact shows the cargo doors to the transporters are opening, but nothing is coming out. "What is going on over there?" Zech questions quietly.
"Visual coming shortly," Une commands from the center inside on the facility. After a few audible beeps a image appears. It shows all forty-six transporters opening their doors and small spots seem to be escaping. The image zooms in further an it looks like people are drifting around. Upon closer inspection, they notice those aren't people.
"What the hell are those?" Quatre uncharacteristically gasps.
"Une, quickly zoom in on the lead transporter, slightly to left of the mass and directly in front," Zechs orders, "Something is actually arranging this."
Une quickly heeds and changes the image to the lead transporter.
"Well, that is human," Noin adds looking at the well-built figure with purple hair motioning his arms around. All of sudden one of the monsters appears next to him and he climbs on its back. The dragon-like youma flies above the entire giant mass of creatures and stays there for a moment. The man in purple hair stands up on its shoulders and raises his hands above his head. A green energy ball begins to form and continues to grow as time passes.
"Now, that isn't human," Quatre adds in awe at the peculiar sight.
Ubel swings his hand in a circle above his head and the ball splits into hundreds of smaller ones. With his other hand he does a throwing motion while spinning the first hand. The green balls spiral off in a mass direction towards the group of monsters. As each is hit it glows green, Ubel turns toward the image revealing his inverted black cresent and lips 'lucky seven'. Just as they look back to the masses, as the purple haired man turns around, the creatures begin to grow. Hundreds of these monsters begin growing from five to seven feet high to just over forty feet tall. Each glowers menacingly as now they are the same size as their attackers.
"This is a big problem," Zechs states, "He just grew them all seven times bigger."
"Let us hope their power doesn't match their size," Noin warns.
The creatures quickly arrange into squads and begin moving according to the directions of the still normal sized human-like leader aboard his eight foot dragon.
"Everyone, do not be intimidated," Noin barks, "We don't know how powerful they are. They could be strong, but they could also be weak. Just remember, we are fighting to maintain peace in this world. Fight for the future!"
The troops shout a rally cry and dive off to the battle in their suits and the battle for the moon commenses.
"Try to stick to energy attacks," Ubel yells from dragon-side, "It will keep you from losing sight of your attackers and allow you to go blow-for- blow with their weapons."
A demonic battle cry is returned and the Preventers watch in awe as a multicolored barrage forms in front of the advancing hordes. The front line of Preventer suits fire their weapons into the barrage's origins and can do nothing but dodge as many shots as they can, as their shots simply pass right through.
The first wave hits and multiple flashes are seen. As the glare subsides, nearly twenty suits now aren't moving.
"Craig!" One pilot yells, "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine," an annoyed voice returns, "They hit me with what is like an EMP. My systems are disabled and I'm out of the fight, but I am alive."
"Did you hear that, Ms. Noin?" Quatre gleams.
"Yes I did," Noin confidently acknowledges, "All forces, the enemy is not that strong. They cannot kill you with those shots, but they will disable the suit. So, avoid the shots while taking your own. How many do each of us need to take?"
"Preliminary estimates is that their forces number five times yours, five monsters to every suit," Une orders.
Everyone's attention returns to the now slowly advancing lines as the shots fired through the wall actually connected with many of the advancing forces. Many are now motionless and other are noticable injured. SandRock steps forward from his ranks and raises his right arm with the Egyptian sword in it. The Taurus behind him form into lines of fifteen across quickly. Quatre drops the arm and the Taurus fire a giant wave of beams into the advancing sectors of monsters as they approach head on. SandRock raises the other arm and drops it similarly as another attack is made. He continues to alternate arms as the enemies come closer and closer. Each barrage takes about ten youma with each blast. After eleven volleys, a orange blast lands at SandRock's feet causing it to stumble and the youma land and reveal their weapons or powers as the first hand to hand battle commenses.
At the main gate, the forces have their hands full with nearly six hundred youma are firing shots into them. TallGeese is wistfully dodging each of the innumerable shots while taking a shot after every dodge. Every other shot seems to be landing true on the youma. The White Taurus isn't as lucky. She in fact is dodging every shot thrown at her but she can't attain a clear shot and her accuracy is down around one out of five. The main forces themselves have their hands full as they are managing to take only two to three youma before they are finally felled by the insane game of dodgeball. The battle continues until a large squad lands in front of TallGeese. He whips out the beam sword and begins slicing through the youma who fall as if they were actually having metal cutting them to ribbons. White Taurus dives over the group she is fighting, firing into them as the jumps, and lands nearby where Zechs is, to remain close.
"The offer still stands, Noin," Zech plainly says, "I can take these guys."
"And the response still stands," Noin plainly returns, "I will continue until I cannot."
TallGeese backs up and it and the Taurus line up back to back firing the beam weapons. The youma now surround them completely. Zech makes a muffled laugh as he raises TallGeese's arm into the air and swings it around three times. With that, about twenty-five youma fall over from metal whip wounds as TallGeese retracts the chain whip.
"How are you guy managing," Sally orders to her troops.
"We aren't meeting the five-to-one quota," one reports, "We are getting three-to-one at best and we are running out of usable suits."
"How many friendlies left?" Sally orders once again.
"Sally, you have fifteen suits remaining," Une reports, "You know what to do."
"Right," Sally responds as she opens the hatch to her suit and pulls out a bomb. She tosses into the entrance which subsequently explodes blocking the entrance.
"Everyone, report to position Bravo and SandRock," Sally orders, "We will regroup there." Sally's forces quickly dispatch while their aggressors follow in hot pursuit.
The reach SandRock's location to notice he is in a similar position. SandRock is slicing away with the Egyptian Swords while dodging energy shots and enemy swipes. His troops are doing nowhere near as well and now number below twenty themselves. Sally's troops show up and begin to get the upperhand. The fight swings into their favor as the youma-to-suit count swings up to six-to-one.
"Haha, try this on for size," Ubel cackles. All of a sudden, the entire force leaves TallGeese and their forces begin hailing down on the secondary entrance. SandRock watches a similar barrage to the original, swings through in a rampage through his and Sally's remaining suits. Only one suit, Sally, and Quatre remain moving. They quickly turn tail and fly through the battle lines, but not before destroying the second entrance. Now the battle focuses on the main entrance.
Ubel motions his hands in a single swimming stroke and it quickly comes apparent what the plan is.
"They're going to pincer us!" Noin calls out from the White Taurus.
"We have to stop it because we can't take two huge assaults at once," Quatre informs. The youma quickly arrange in small group taking them head on, while two enormous units mass on their left and right sides. The advance quickly and all seems lost when.
"Looks like you need some help!" a familiar male voice calls out.
"Who is that?" Zechs calls out.
"Preventer Squad Earth Sphere Alliance at you service," Tregall calls out confidently.
"Excellent, than you know what the situation is?" Sally barks.
"Were on it," Tregall acknowledges, "Sylvia and I made some calls to some old war buddies and they jumped at the chance to suit up again. We didn't have enough so Sylvia made some older Mobile Doll systems and put them in the remaining Preventer suits."
"Absolutely ingenious!" Quatre congratulates, "And where is my lovely and wise girl?"
"Right here, cutie!" Sylvia gleams from a gray Aries surrounded by an enormous amount of black Taurus.
"You aren't planning to fight are you?" Quatre worries.
"Quatre, Mr. Tregall could only teach me how to move this suit and control the dolls," Sylvia points out, "I can barely move, let alone fight."
"But were are," a bunch of older men gloat as their army green and brown Alliance logo gleams off the black Taurus. The Taurus launch a precision attack into the lesser of the two pincer armies. A quarter of the youma fall and begin to regroup as the older squad dives into the middle and breaks them up successfully.
"Man, I am getting tired of surprises!" Ubel gloans, "Let us finish this!"
He jumps off the dragon and charges quickly another green ball and throws it into the dragon. The dragon glows green as its size reaches almost sixty feet.
"I'll take care of this once and for all," Zechs calls out as he breaks through the small front lines by whirling the chain whip and downing seven youma. TallGeese lunges at the dragon and the dragon begins glowing again.
"Now what?" Zechs complains. The dragon's size doubles to well over one hundred feet and its thickness also grows double its original size.
"What a monster!" Zech exclaims as the monster is over twice TallGeese's size. The dragon in a flash comes up to TallGeese and grabs it by the neck and hurls it to the moon. TallGeese slams hard into the ground and is slow to get up.
"That one is considerably more powerful," Zechs warns as the dragon prepares to show how powerful. The dragon opens its mouth menacingly and a large blue ball forms. It fires the ball which turn into a beam as it exits and falls upon the forces fighting the larger of the pincer attack. Over thirty suits become disabled as screams are heard all over the radio.
"What happened?" Sally barks.
"This monster has some incredible EMP," one pilot weakly explains, "Our systems are not only out, but destroyed. The electronics systems literally exploded."
"Incredible," Tregall adds.
"Another shot and we have about lost," Une warns.
The dragon charges again, but changes focus towards the forces guarding the lesser pincer strike. The dragon rears its head back getting ready to hurl the shot once again when it is rattled by a explosion. The dragon lets the energy ball dissipate as an explosion rocks where it stood before, surging away. Then another explosion happens as five more explosion occurs right behind it. The five explosions backbuild and explode again, and then a third time.
"Their back!" Sylvia squeals as she notices her handywork.
Out of the explosions one shuttle, four Gundams, and a Leo emerge.
"Looks like we are just in time, once again," Wufei gloats.
"Wufei, your back," Sally cheers as she is stuck by a blade in the side that sends her into the ground. A familiar youma with guillotines for arms devilishly laughs.
"Not on your life," Wufei booms as Altron arrives and swings the trident at the youma which jumps back. The scorpion tail swings under Altron's left arm and fires a secretive shot which lands home in the youma chest stunning it. Altron jumps and the air a slices viciously in half the staggering youma. The youma turns to dust in an instant.
"How did they get so big?" Wufei barks.
"The man in purple with the dragon shot some green ball and grew them all including that 110ft dragon," Zech points out.
All four new Gundams watch as the enormous dragon fires into the army fighting the smaller of the pincer squads. All suits within the vicinity no longer are moving."
"It didn't destroy them?" Trowa questions.
"You guys control the moon right?" Moon asks.
"Control?" Duo asks, "We have colonized it, and there is nobody who wants it so I guess so."
"Which ever side controls the moon in our world, that force is made considerably stronger than the opposing side," Moon explains.
"So, basically, you girls are stronger here?" Hilde wisely deducts.
"One way to find out," Mercury unchararistically calls out. The transport quickly lands and the scouts pile out.
The dragon won't miss this chance and charges up again aiming at the scouts.
"Sylvia, cover them!" Quatre calls out as he rushes the dragon.
"Already there," Sylvia calls back sending the dolls in the path and shooting at the dragon who is actually absorbing the shots.
"This isn't working," Quatre informs, "I will take the hit to allow whoever they are to do what they are going to do."
The dragon completes charging and rears back to fire the shot revealing the shot charging at the top of its neck. The head snaps forward in SandRock's view and all of a sudden an Aries appears in front of him.
"Sylvia, what are you doing?" Quatre yells.
"You can't be knocked out yet," Sylvia weakly manages, "Just win this one for me."
"Sylvia!" Quatre yells as Sylvia's Aries is enveloped by the shot and she screams in pain. The Aries floats motionless ly away as Quatre is silent.
"She is okay, Quatre," Noin adds.
"Shut up!" Quatre snaps, "I'll kill it for hurting her!"
SandRock's eyes glow nearly blindingly as the massive dragon flinches in shock. SandRock rushes us to the dragon crossing its arms and turning the swords white hot as opposed to red. With a horrifying display, SandRock lops off the dragon's head in one swift motion at the base of the skull. As the head with empty eyes floats away the blue ball of energy still remains at the opening of the neck. Everyone gazes into the hypnotic surging and rotating energy ball. After a few seconds, it distorts alarmingly and explodes in a nearly nuclear manner. SandRock and the Aries cleared out not to be hurt badly but the shockwave sends them to the moon similarly to TallGeese's return.
"Now our turn!" Moon belts, "Moon Healing Activation!" A bright white shockwave eminates off the scout position in all direction and travels in all directions for nearly ten cubic miles. All the youma wail as they are reverted to normal size. Each of the scouts test their new strength in impressive manner.
Mars opens, "Fire Soul!" The normally small fire is now an inferno and engulfs six youma in one blast.
"Don't forget us!" Venus beams along side Jupiter and Mecury, "Love Me Chain!"
"Shine Aqua Illusion!" Mercury screams.
"Supreme Thunder!" Jupiter calls right behind her. The three intertwine and grow to nearly a block wide as they engulf the entire small army attacking at the front lines.
"Deep Submerge!" Neptune calls out.
"World Shaking!" characteristically follows and the two intertwine and mow through the lesser pincer attack, wiping it out completely.
The major pincer attack squad man drop to near the second entrance and begin advancing on foot when Saturn stands up tall and cackles, "About time I get to do this. Death Ribbon Revolution!"
Blackness surrounds the advancing forces and no one can see them anymore. As soon as everyone loses sight of them a giant explosion sends everyone reeling, except for Saturn. When the attack dissipates, a fifty foot crater, three blocks wide, now lies in the moon's surface.
"Now, that is what my counterpart should be capable of!" Duo cackles.
"Saturn!" Moon scolds. Saturn shrugs and nods her head apologizing.
Ubel stares on in shock as his entire force has been obliterated by one volley of attacks. He now stands at the entrance of the moon facility. He fires a shot through the entrance and races in. The entire group race in after him and find him waiting with a smirk in a domed room, with nothing in it but him.
"This will be our last stand!" Ubel confidently charges.
Chapter 21: Origins
"So what is situation now, Colonel Une," Sally asks going over battle plans.
"Well, nearly twenty-seven hours has passed since the first attack revealed Vanguard's position," Une informs, "As they neared the barricade twenty hours later, the transporters actually started moving towards the moon. It seems that was their original plan, and they hoped we would fall back and protect only the Earth. That isn't very indicative of Vanguard."
"So when will the battle commense?" Sally continues.
"I suppose it will happen as scheduled just after the passing of the twenty- eighth hour," Une ends.
"Will do," Sally acknowledges, "I will take up my battle position here. How are the rest of the forces setting up?"
"We got most of the Preventers here from Earth and Space," Une informs, "They all have their Taurus on stand-by guarding the Moon Facility. However, it still wasn't enough to make use of all of our reserves in suits. We really could use more qualified pilots."
"Roger," Sally says militaristically getting up and starts walking out of the room.
"One more thing, Sally," Une barks.
"Yes, colonel?" Sally inquires.
"Be sure to come back to us now," Une smirks, "I wouldn't want him mad at me when he returns."
Sally returns the smirk with squinting eyes, "Right."
---Meanwhile (GW - Moon Facility Main Entrance)---
Tallgeese stands ominously in front of a massive amount of black Taurus and one lone white Taurus at the front.
"Quatre, its getting to be that time," Zechs states, "Why don't you give a quick brief now that most of the forces are here."
"No problem," Quatre obeys, "Preventer Wind with the help of Noin will defend the main entrance with about fifty percent of the Preventers forces. I will be defending the secondary entrance with about thirty-five percent of the forces. Sally Po will defend the rear entrance with the remaining forces. We are unsure of the numbers of the forces, so we activated everybody. However, statistics of those carrier capacities show we should outnumber them three to one. The only thing that we are concerned about is how they aren't acting like that Vanguard of old anymore. So be on your guard, don't do anything foolish, and we will all be able to go back to our families."
"Po reporting," Sally cuts in.
"Good morning, Sally," Quatre gleams, "Any new information from Colonel Une?"
"Nothing new, bad or good," Sally reports.
"Well then everyone make final preparations, prepare for battle in about an hour." Quatre orders from SandRock as it digs into the icy ground it stands upon and the eyes glow challengingly.
---Meanwhile (GW - One Hour from the Moon Facility)---
"Sir, we are one hour from contact," a hoarse voice calls over to Ubel. He turns and nods his head rustling his purple bangs.
"What are you planning to do?" the voice calls again, "You have been silent since the last battle. If we fight those metal monsters here, we will surely lose."
"Than it would make sense that I would be thinking about the upcoming battle wouldn't it," Ubel charges threateningly as he turns around and begins coursing electricity through his entire body.
"Uh sorry sir," the youma quickly apologizes to save himself from the impending wrath, "I will let you back to you thinking."
"I'm not thinking now," Ubel states confusing everyone now, "I am gathering power for my plan to work once we arrive."
"Okay sir," a new youma calls attention to himself, "Anything we can do?"
"Shut up!" Ubel barks firing a blue beam across the room vaporizing the innocent youma. A hush falls over the crowded transporter as they all heed his warning.
"It seems that the minds behind those ingenious war machines are equally smart or lucky when it comes to military tactics," Ubel informs, "We looked as if we were going to attack the earth first, but they moved forces to the moon anticipating to push it there. They got lucky that we were intending to head there."
"What is the point of attacking the moon anyways?" a foolish youma slips. Ubel turns with electricity coursing through his eyes once again. The youma quickly thumps his forehead with his palm, makes a zipper motion across his lips, turns the lock, opens the youma beside him with a jab to the stomach, tosses the imaginary key in, and the wise youma makes a swallowing motion. Ubel glares at the two and returns to what he was doing.
"In our world, the moon is the supreme source of our type of power," Ubel states in a teacher-like manner, "That is originally why Beryl attacked it in the first place. In essence, you control the moon; you control the power. Thus, the Sailor Scouts are powerless and our power increases. Not to mention that if my plan works and we wipe out this world's defenders, we will do what foolish Audric was trying to accomplish back in our own world, just over here instead."
Ubel moves from his standing position at the pilot's window of the transporter and shifts to his chair.
"Now that the plan is ready, we just wait," Ubel cackles.
---Later On (GW - The Moon Facility)---
"T-minus five minutes until they are in firing range," Zechs points out from Tallgeese computer, "Everyone ready for battle."
"Something's wrong, Zechs," Noin calls out.
"What is it?" Zech responds.
"My scanners are showing they are deploying suits now," Noin informs.
Zechs looks over the computer which in fact shows the cargo doors to the transporters are opening, but nothing is coming out. "What is going on over there?" Zech questions quietly.
"Visual coming shortly," Une commands from the center inside on the facility. After a few audible beeps a image appears. It shows all forty-six transporters opening their doors and small spots seem to be escaping. The image zooms in further an it looks like people are drifting around. Upon closer inspection, they notice those aren't people.
"What the hell are those?" Quatre uncharacteristically gasps.
"Une, quickly zoom in on the lead transporter, slightly to left of the mass and directly in front," Zechs orders, "Something is actually arranging this."
Une quickly heeds and changes the image to the lead transporter.
"Well, that is human," Noin adds looking at the well-built figure with purple hair motioning his arms around. All of sudden one of the monsters appears next to him and he climbs on its back. The dragon-like youma flies above the entire giant mass of creatures and stays there for a moment. The man in purple hair stands up on its shoulders and raises his hands above his head. A green energy ball begins to form and continues to grow as time passes.
"Now, that isn't human," Quatre adds in awe at the peculiar sight.
Ubel swings his hand in a circle above his head and the ball splits into hundreds of smaller ones. With his other hand he does a throwing motion while spinning the first hand. The green balls spiral off in a mass direction towards the group of monsters. As each is hit it glows green, Ubel turns toward the image revealing his inverted black cresent and lips 'lucky seven'. Just as they look back to the masses, as the purple haired man turns around, the creatures begin to grow. Hundreds of these monsters begin growing from five to seven feet high to just over forty feet tall. Each glowers menacingly as now they are the same size as their attackers.
"This is a big problem," Zechs states, "He just grew them all seven times bigger."
"Let us hope their power doesn't match their size," Noin warns.
The creatures quickly arrange into squads and begin moving according to the directions of the still normal sized human-like leader aboard his eight foot dragon.
"Everyone, do not be intimidated," Noin barks, "We don't know how powerful they are. They could be strong, but they could also be weak. Just remember, we are fighting to maintain peace in this world. Fight for the future!"
The troops shout a rally cry and dive off to the battle in their suits and the battle for the moon commenses.
"Try to stick to energy attacks," Ubel yells from dragon-side, "It will keep you from losing sight of your attackers and allow you to go blow-for- blow with their weapons."
A demonic battle cry is returned and the Preventers watch in awe as a multicolored barrage forms in front of the advancing hordes. The front line of Preventer suits fire their weapons into the barrage's origins and can do nothing but dodge as many shots as they can, as their shots simply pass right through.
The first wave hits and multiple flashes are seen. As the glare subsides, nearly twenty suits now aren't moving.
"Craig!" One pilot yells, "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm fine," an annoyed voice returns, "They hit me with what is like an EMP. My systems are disabled and I'm out of the fight, but I am alive."
"Did you hear that, Ms. Noin?" Quatre gleams.
"Yes I did," Noin confidently acknowledges, "All forces, the enemy is not that strong. They cannot kill you with those shots, but they will disable the suit. So, avoid the shots while taking your own. How many do each of us need to take?"
"Preliminary estimates is that their forces number five times yours, five monsters to every suit," Une orders.
Everyone's attention returns to the now slowly advancing lines as the shots fired through the wall actually connected with many of the advancing forces. Many are now motionless and other are noticable injured. SandRock steps forward from his ranks and raises his right arm with the Egyptian sword in it. The Taurus behind him form into lines of fifteen across quickly. Quatre drops the arm and the Taurus fire a giant wave of beams into the advancing sectors of monsters as they approach head on. SandRock raises the other arm and drops it similarly as another attack is made. He continues to alternate arms as the enemies come closer and closer. Each barrage takes about ten youma with each blast. After eleven volleys, a orange blast lands at SandRock's feet causing it to stumble and the youma land and reveal their weapons or powers as the first hand to hand battle commenses.
At the main gate, the forces have their hands full with nearly six hundred youma are firing shots into them. TallGeese is wistfully dodging each of the innumerable shots while taking a shot after every dodge. Every other shot seems to be landing true on the youma. The White Taurus isn't as lucky. She in fact is dodging every shot thrown at her but she can't attain a clear shot and her accuracy is down around one out of five. The main forces themselves have their hands full as they are managing to take only two to three youma before they are finally felled by the insane game of dodgeball. The battle continues until a large squad lands in front of TallGeese. He whips out the beam sword and begins slicing through the youma who fall as if they were actually having metal cutting them to ribbons. White Taurus dives over the group she is fighting, firing into them as the jumps, and lands nearby where Zechs is, to remain close.
"The offer still stands, Noin," Zech plainly says, "I can take these guys."
"And the response still stands," Noin plainly returns, "I will continue until I cannot."
TallGeese backs up and it and the Taurus line up back to back firing the beam weapons. The youma now surround them completely. Zech makes a muffled laugh as he raises TallGeese's arm into the air and swings it around three times. With that, about twenty-five youma fall over from metal whip wounds as TallGeese retracts the chain whip.
"How are you guy managing," Sally orders to her troops.
"We aren't meeting the five-to-one quota," one reports, "We are getting three-to-one at best and we are running out of usable suits."
"How many friendlies left?" Sally orders once again.
"Sally, you have fifteen suits remaining," Une reports, "You know what to do."
"Right," Sally responds as she opens the hatch to her suit and pulls out a bomb. She tosses into the entrance which subsequently explodes blocking the entrance.
"Everyone, report to position Bravo and SandRock," Sally orders, "We will regroup there." Sally's forces quickly dispatch while their aggressors follow in hot pursuit.
The reach SandRock's location to notice he is in a similar position. SandRock is slicing away with the Egyptian Swords while dodging energy shots and enemy swipes. His troops are doing nowhere near as well and now number below twenty themselves. Sally's troops show up and begin to get the upperhand. The fight swings into their favor as the youma-to-suit count swings up to six-to-one.
"Haha, try this on for size," Ubel cackles. All of a sudden, the entire force leaves TallGeese and their forces begin hailing down on the secondary entrance. SandRock watches a similar barrage to the original, swings through in a rampage through his and Sally's remaining suits. Only one suit, Sally, and Quatre remain moving. They quickly turn tail and fly through the battle lines, but not before destroying the second entrance. Now the battle focuses on the main entrance.
Ubel motions his hands in a single swimming stroke and it quickly comes apparent what the plan is.
"They're going to pincer us!" Noin calls out from the White Taurus.
"We have to stop it because we can't take two huge assaults at once," Quatre informs. The youma quickly arrange in small group taking them head on, while two enormous units mass on their left and right sides. The advance quickly and all seems lost when.
"Looks like you need some help!" a familiar male voice calls out.
"Who is that?" Zechs calls out.
"Preventer Squad Earth Sphere Alliance at you service," Tregall calls out confidently.
"Excellent, than you know what the situation is?" Sally barks.
"Were on it," Tregall acknowledges, "Sylvia and I made some calls to some old war buddies and they jumped at the chance to suit up again. We didn't have enough so Sylvia made some older Mobile Doll systems and put them in the remaining Preventer suits."
"Absolutely ingenious!" Quatre congratulates, "And where is my lovely and wise girl?"
"Right here, cutie!" Sylvia gleams from a gray Aries surrounded by an enormous amount of black Taurus.
"You aren't planning to fight are you?" Quatre worries.
"Quatre, Mr. Tregall could only teach me how to move this suit and control the dolls," Sylvia points out, "I can barely move, let alone fight."
"But were are," a bunch of older men gloat as their army green and brown Alliance logo gleams off the black Taurus. The Taurus launch a precision attack into the lesser of the two pincer armies. A quarter of the youma fall and begin to regroup as the older squad dives into the middle and breaks them up successfully.
"Man, I am getting tired of surprises!" Ubel gloans, "Let us finish this!"
He jumps off the dragon and charges quickly another green ball and throws it into the dragon. The dragon glows green as its size reaches almost sixty feet.
"I'll take care of this once and for all," Zechs calls out as he breaks through the small front lines by whirling the chain whip and downing seven youma. TallGeese lunges at the dragon and the dragon begins glowing again.
"Now what?" Zechs complains. The dragon's size doubles to well over one hundred feet and its thickness also grows double its original size.
"What a monster!" Zech exclaims as the monster is over twice TallGeese's size. The dragon in a flash comes up to TallGeese and grabs it by the neck and hurls it to the moon. TallGeese slams hard into the ground and is slow to get up.
"That one is considerably more powerful," Zechs warns as the dragon prepares to show how powerful. The dragon opens its mouth menacingly and a large blue ball forms. It fires the ball which turn into a beam as it exits and falls upon the forces fighting the larger of the pincer attack. Over thirty suits become disabled as screams are heard all over the radio.
"What happened?" Sally barks.
"This monster has some incredible EMP," one pilot weakly explains, "Our systems are not only out, but destroyed. The electronics systems literally exploded."
"Incredible," Tregall adds.
"Another shot and we have about lost," Une warns.
The dragon charges again, but changes focus towards the forces guarding the lesser pincer strike. The dragon rears its head back getting ready to hurl the shot once again when it is rattled by a explosion. The dragon lets the energy ball dissipate as an explosion rocks where it stood before, surging away. Then another explosion happens as five more explosion occurs right behind it. The five explosions backbuild and explode again, and then a third time.
"Their back!" Sylvia squeals as she notices her handywork.
Out of the explosions one shuttle, four Gundams, and a Leo emerge.
"Looks like we are just in time, once again," Wufei gloats.
"Wufei, your back," Sally cheers as she is stuck by a blade in the side that sends her into the ground. A familiar youma with guillotines for arms devilishly laughs.
"Not on your life," Wufei booms as Altron arrives and swings the trident at the youma which jumps back. The scorpion tail swings under Altron's left arm and fires a secretive shot which lands home in the youma chest stunning it. Altron jumps and the air a slices viciously in half the staggering youma. The youma turns to dust in an instant.
"How did they get so big?" Wufei barks.
"The man in purple with the dragon shot some green ball and grew them all including that 110ft dragon," Zech points out.
All four new Gundams watch as the enormous dragon fires into the army fighting the smaller of the pincer squads. All suits within the vicinity no longer are moving."
"It didn't destroy them?" Trowa questions.
"You guys control the moon right?" Moon asks.
"Control?" Duo asks, "We have colonized it, and there is nobody who wants it so I guess so."
"Which ever side controls the moon in our world, that force is made considerably stronger than the opposing side," Moon explains.
"So, basically, you girls are stronger here?" Hilde wisely deducts.
"One way to find out," Mercury unchararistically calls out. The transport quickly lands and the scouts pile out.
The dragon won't miss this chance and charges up again aiming at the scouts.
"Sylvia, cover them!" Quatre calls out as he rushes the dragon.
"Already there," Sylvia calls back sending the dolls in the path and shooting at the dragon who is actually absorbing the shots.
"This isn't working," Quatre informs, "I will take the hit to allow whoever they are to do what they are going to do."
The dragon completes charging and rears back to fire the shot revealing the shot charging at the top of its neck. The head snaps forward in SandRock's view and all of a sudden an Aries appears in front of him.
"Sylvia, what are you doing?" Quatre yells.
"You can't be knocked out yet," Sylvia weakly manages, "Just win this one for me."
"Sylvia!" Quatre yells as Sylvia's Aries is enveloped by the shot and she screams in pain. The Aries floats motionless ly away as Quatre is silent.
"She is okay, Quatre," Noin adds.
"Shut up!" Quatre snaps, "I'll kill it for hurting her!"
SandRock's eyes glow nearly blindingly as the massive dragon flinches in shock. SandRock rushes us to the dragon crossing its arms and turning the swords white hot as opposed to red. With a horrifying display, SandRock lops off the dragon's head in one swift motion at the base of the skull. As the head with empty eyes floats away the blue ball of energy still remains at the opening of the neck. Everyone gazes into the hypnotic surging and rotating energy ball. After a few seconds, it distorts alarmingly and explodes in a nearly nuclear manner. SandRock and the Aries cleared out not to be hurt badly but the shockwave sends them to the moon similarly to TallGeese's return.
"Now our turn!" Moon belts, "Moon Healing Activation!" A bright white shockwave eminates off the scout position in all direction and travels in all directions for nearly ten cubic miles. All the youma wail as they are reverted to normal size. Each of the scouts test their new strength in impressive manner.
Mars opens, "Fire Soul!" The normally small fire is now an inferno and engulfs six youma in one blast.
"Don't forget us!" Venus beams along side Jupiter and Mecury, "Love Me Chain!"
"Shine Aqua Illusion!" Mercury screams.
"Supreme Thunder!" Jupiter calls right behind her. The three intertwine and grow to nearly a block wide as they engulf the entire small army attacking at the front lines.
"Deep Submerge!" Neptune calls out.
"World Shaking!" characteristically follows and the two intertwine and mow through the lesser pincer attack, wiping it out completely.
The major pincer attack squad man drop to near the second entrance and begin advancing on foot when Saturn stands up tall and cackles, "About time I get to do this. Death Ribbon Revolution!"
Blackness surrounds the advancing forces and no one can see them anymore. As soon as everyone loses sight of them a giant explosion sends everyone reeling, except for Saturn. When the attack dissipates, a fifty foot crater, three blocks wide, now lies in the moon's surface.
"Now, that is what my counterpart should be capable of!" Duo cackles.
"Saturn!" Moon scolds. Saturn shrugs and nods her head apologizing.
Ubel stares on in shock as his entire force has been obliterated by one volley of attacks. He now stands at the entrance of the moon facility. He fires a shot through the entrance and races in. The entire group race in after him and find him waiting with a smirk in a domed room, with nothing in it but him.
"This will be our last stand!" Ubel confidently charges.