00 - Double Zero Wing
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A Pilot's Lesson
"Right. Ready." Yami had returned to the Puzzle, then taken control of Yugi's body. He was wearing a black and gold outfit; similar to what racing
drivers wear. "Okay then." said Quatre. "We decided; that is, us Gundam Pilots decided that I am to show you the basic flight controls of a Mobile
Suit, Duo and Trowa will tell you about weapon controls, and eventually
will do some light sparring with you in Deathscythe and Heavyarms." he
explained. "Then you'll learn to pilot Double Zero without the system engaged. And Heero will tell you about the Zero System, and how it works,
if he can be pulled out of his own little world., and then you'll pilot Double Zero with the Zero System. Then you'll use the Double Zero system." Yami looked a little afraid. "I'll be learning plenty then." he commented. Quatre smiled. "It's easy once you know how. It's only when we start using the Zero System I'll be afraid." He gestured towards a Mobile Suit. "Jump
up."
"What?" To Yami, it looked like an immense height, impossible to jump. Quatre laughed. "We're in space. You can jump higher." He demonstrated this by leaping up to the cockpit in one bound. "Come on!" Yami nervously sprang
up, following his 'teacher' and was amazed to find himself so high up.
/Wheee! That's fun./
//Shush, aibou. Both you and I need to concentrate.//
/Mean./
"In you get." Quatre followed Yami into the cramped cockpit, to show him the controls from the pilot's eye. Yami apprehensively sat down, looking at
all the different joysticks and buttons around him.
"This is your propulsion." Quatre pointed to a joystick. "The more you push forwards, the faster you go. Pull it back to slow, back sharply to stop.
With me?" Yami nodded. "Alright then. Now you've got the directional controls here; very simple. Left for left, right for right, up for up, down for down. Then you pull it towards you to go backwards, and forwards to go forwards. Lean forwards, and put your hands on them." Yami bit his lip, and
put his right hand on the propulsion and his left on the directional.
It took nearly two hours to teach Yami all of the controls, and another day
before he could fly it somewhat competently.
"That's enough, Yami." Quatre called over the comm units. "You're doing
well." Yami carefully turned his Mobile Suit, and piloted it back to Peacemillion, closely followed by Sandrock. As he jumped out of the suit in the hangar, Yugi appeared next to him. "You're doing great, mou hitori no boku!" he said brightly. "WE'RE doing great, aibou." Yami corrected him.
"You're helping me a lot."
"Hey, guys!" Duo called, running down the hangar towards them. "I was watching you out there; it's only been a day,and you're flying that suit as if you had for most of your life! It took me forever to learn." Quatre ran over after talking to a technician. "Well, it looks like I'll be turning
them over to you and Trowa now, Duo. Just don't kill them, ok?" he said
spiritedly. Duo rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna kill them; we need the
mobile suit." he said. "Sorry, guys. But don't worry, me and my buddy
won't hurt too bad." "Buddy?" said Yugi. "He means Deathscythe." Quatre told him. "Duo's a bit insane." "No duh." muttered Yami. "I heard that."
retorted the American pilot.
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Bakura looked up at the machine in front of him. "You're expecting me to FLY this thing?!" he exclaimed. "Did I mention that I'm 5000 years old, and can't work a toaster?" Marik joined him. "It can't be that hard, can it?"
he said.
(By the way, Bakura accidentally destroyed two Mobile Suits before he could
actually fly one.)
"Can't be that hard... CAN'T BE THAT DAMN HARD!" Bakura yelled at Marik
that evening. "What the hell were you thinking?! You're only sixteen; you've lived with technology! Ryou will hardly let me touch the DOORBELL!"
Marik shrunk away from the angry tomb robber. "Sorry..."
(PS: If ff.net didn't change it over quick enough... I accidentally
uploaded the wrong chapter for this fic earlier; that one was for a
different one. This is the correct one. Sorry for any confusion)
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A Pilot's Lesson
"Right. Ready." Yami had returned to the Puzzle, then taken control of Yugi's body. He was wearing a black and gold outfit; similar to what racing
drivers wear. "Okay then." said Quatre. "We decided; that is, us Gundam Pilots decided that I am to show you the basic flight controls of a Mobile
Suit, Duo and Trowa will tell you about weapon controls, and eventually
will do some light sparring with you in Deathscythe and Heavyarms." he
explained. "Then you'll learn to pilot Double Zero without the system engaged. And Heero will tell you about the Zero System, and how it works,
if he can be pulled out of his own little world., and then you'll pilot Double Zero with the Zero System. Then you'll use the Double Zero system." Yami looked a little afraid. "I'll be learning plenty then." he commented. Quatre smiled. "It's easy once you know how. It's only when we start using the Zero System I'll be afraid." He gestured towards a Mobile Suit. "Jump
up."
"What?" To Yami, it looked like an immense height, impossible to jump. Quatre laughed. "We're in space. You can jump higher." He demonstrated this by leaping up to the cockpit in one bound. "Come on!" Yami nervously sprang
up, following his 'teacher' and was amazed to find himself so high up.
/Wheee! That's fun./
//Shush, aibou. Both you and I need to concentrate.//
/Mean./
"In you get." Quatre followed Yami into the cramped cockpit, to show him the controls from the pilot's eye. Yami apprehensively sat down, looking at
all the different joysticks and buttons around him.
"This is your propulsion." Quatre pointed to a joystick. "The more you push forwards, the faster you go. Pull it back to slow, back sharply to stop.
With me?" Yami nodded. "Alright then. Now you've got the directional controls here; very simple. Left for left, right for right, up for up, down for down. Then you pull it towards you to go backwards, and forwards to go forwards. Lean forwards, and put your hands on them." Yami bit his lip, and
put his right hand on the propulsion and his left on the directional.
It took nearly two hours to teach Yami all of the controls, and another day
before he could fly it somewhat competently.
"That's enough, Yami." Quatre called over the comm units. "You're doing
well." Yami carefully turned his Mobile Suit, and piloted it back to Peacemillion, closely followed by Sandrock. As he jumped out of the suit in the hangar, Yugi appeared next to him. "You're doing great, mou hitori no boku!" he said brightly. "WE'RE doing great, aibou." Yami corrected him.
"You're helping me a lot."
"Hey, guys!" Duo called, running down the hangar towards them. "I was watching you out there; it's only been a day,and you're flying that suit as if you had for most of your life! It took me forever to learn." Quatre ran over after talking to a technician. "Well, it looks like I'll be turning
them over to you and Trowa now, Duo. Just don't kill them, ok?" he said
spiritedly. Duo rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna kill them; we need the
mobile suit." he said. "Sorry, guys. But don't worry, me and my buddy
won't hurt too bad." "Buddy?" said Yugi. "He means Deathscythe." Quatre told him. "Duo's a bit insane." "No duh." muttered Yami. "I heard that."
retorted the American pilot.
~
Bakura looked up at the machine in front of him. "You're expecting me to FLY this thing?!" he exclaimed. "Did I mention that I'm 5000 years old, and can't work a toaster?" Marik joined him. "It can't be that hard, can it?"
he said.
(By the way, Bakura accidentally destroyed two Mobile Suits before he could
actually fly one.)
"Can't be that hard... CAN'T BE THAT DAMN HARD!" Bakura yelled at Marik
that evening. "What the hell were you thinking?! You're only sixteen; you've lived with technology! Ryou will hardly let me touch the DOORBELL!"
Marik shrunk away from the angry tomb robber. "Sorry..."
(PS: If ff.net didn't change it over quick enough... I accidentally
uploaded the wrong chapter for this fic earlier; that one was for a
different one. This is the correct one. Sorry for any confusion)