Chapter Two
Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, cranberries, and pumpkin pie for dessert. This would make a perfect Thanksgiving Day dinner, if it were Thanksgiving. This was the dinner for Gabriel. The perfect dinner, Gabriel thought. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing.
"Sir the Federation is moving!" a lieutenant told him.
OK, so almost nothing, he thought.
"Begin to form a task force of Zakus and Geara Dogas to overtake the enemy with speed and power," he said.
"Yes sir!"
"And I will be joining them in my Master Gundam."
"Yes sir!"
The team ended up consisting of two Zakus, two Geara Dogas, and the Master Gundam. As they went out in the dead of night with darkness surrounding them, they found the Feddie base and completely destroyed it. But in the dead of night none could see how, except for the team.
"That was the best secret attack we have had in months! Good job men!" Gabriel said to the team members, "Now let's go and get some dinner!"
Things started to clear. The darkness was gone; the area had stopped spinning, and in front of Joe stood the tall, majestic Wing Gundam Zero Custom. With its wings and body made of Gundaninum alloy. He looks around to see many, many more Gundams. Like the Burning Gundam, the Death-Scythe Hell Custom, the Nu Gundam, and many others. Where am I? This is not making any sense! Joe thought.
"Ryan! Sari! Jonathon! Melissa! Anyone! Is anyone out there?" he calls out. But to no avail, no one will answer him. Everything started to go black once again; he felt reality slipping away. That is until he felt nothing at all.
Sari started to wake up; the darkness disappeared into her memory. But something dark still filled her sight. Some black Gundam that carried a beam-scythe. She then realized what it was, Joe had told her about it before, it was the Death-Scythe Hell Custom Gundam. She reached up to touch it, but pulled back as it started to move. The wings that resembled that of a bat started to open, and when they had opened halfway the chest started to open reviling a very linear cockpit with only two controls, one for the right hand and one for the left. After it had stopped moving, Sari reached up again and felt the foot of the Gundam, it had felt eerily warm and brought an unknown calmness to her heart. This calm seemed familiar to her. She tried to remember why it seemed so familiar to her. Then it hit her; it was the same thing that she had felt in that vortex they had been sucked through.
She tried to climb up to the cockpit, but found that she couldn't make it. I wish I could climb that far, or it would come to me, she thought.
The Gundam started moving again, this time it set its hand down next to her. So she did what most people would do and climbed on to it. The hand just rose up to the cockpit, allowing her to climb in. As soon as she got in and put the restraints on the cockpit door closed, the room started to fill with a liquid that smelled, and tasted like blood and was as sticky as blood. She tried to hold her breath, but something told her to breathe, so she did. She found that she could breathe this unknown liquid. She started to wonder how she could make the Gundam move. Move already you stupid Gundam, walk forward! Sari thought. The Gundam started to walk forward, slowly, but still forward. It seemed to Sari that the Gundams only work if you think what you want to do. She started to think about running, the Gundam started to run, she thought about fling high, the Gundam's boosters started to flair and ignite, launching it into flight. It was a high all its own. She decided to land, so in her mind she thought about landing and on the screen in the cockpit showed that the Gundam started to descend to the ground, but when she got there, the Gundam had been moving too quickly and the leg broke off. Sari started to feel like her leg had been ripped off; the pain was excruciating. So bad that she blacked out of reality.
Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, cranberries, and pumpkin pie for dessert. This would make a perfect Thanksgiving Day dinner, if it were Thanksgiving. This was the dinner for Gabriel. The perfect dinner, Gabriel thought. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing.
"Sir the Federation is moving!" a lieutenant told him.
OK, so almost nothing, he thought.
"Begin to form a task force of Zakus and Geara Dogas to overtake the enemy with speed and power," he said.
"Yes sir!"
"And I will be joining them in my Master Gundam."
"Yes sir!"
The team ended up consisting of two Zakus, two Geara Dogas, and the Master Gundam. As they went out in the dead of night with darkness surrounding them, they found the Feddie base and completely destroyed it. But in the dead of night none could see how, except for the team.
"That was the best secret attack we have had in months! Good job men!" Gabriel said to the team members, "Now let's go and get some dinner!"
Things started to clear. The darkness was gone; the area had stopped spinning, and in front of Joe stood the tall, majestic Wing Gundam Zero Custom. With its wings and body made of Gundaninum alloy. He looks around to see many, many more Gundams. Like the Burning Gundam, the Death-Scythe Hell Custom, the Nu Gundam, and many others. Where am I? This is not making any sense! Joe thought.
"Ryan! Sari! Jonathon! Melissa! Anyone! Is anyone out there?" he calls out. But to no avail, no one will answer him. Everything started to go black once again; he felt reality slipping away. That is until he felt nothing at all.
Sari started to wake up; the darkness disappeared into her memory. But something dark still filled her sight. Some black Gundam that carried a beam-scythe. She then realized what it was, Joe had told her about it before, it was the Death-Scythe Hell Custom Gundam. She reached up to touch it, but pulled back as it started to move. The wings that resembled that of a bat started to open, and when they had opened halfway the chest started to open reviling a very linear cockpit with only two controls, one for the right hand and one for the left. After it had stopped moving, Sari reached up again and felt the foot of the Gundam, it had felt eerily warm and brought an unknown calmness to her heart. This calm seemed familiar to her. She tried to remember why it seemed so familiar to her. Then it hit her; it was the same thing that she had felt in that vortex they had been sucked through.
She tried to climb up to the cockpit, but found that she couldn't make it. I wish I could climb that far, or it would come to me, she thought.
The Gundam started moving again, this time it set its hand down next to her. So she did what most people would do and climbed on to it. The hand just rose up to the cockpit, allowing her to climb in. As soon as she got in and put the restraints on the cockpit door closed, the room started to fill with a liquid that smelled, and tasted like blood and was as sticky as blood. She tried to hold her breath, but something told her to breathe, so she did. She found that she could breathe this unknown liquid. She started to wonder how she could make the Gundam move. Move already you stupid Gundam, walk forward! Sari thought. The Gundam started to walk forward, slowly, but still forward. It seemed to Sari that the Gundams only work if you think what you want to do. She started to think about running, the Gundam started to run, she thought about fling high, the Gundam's boosters started to flair and ignite, launching it into flight. It was a high all its own. She decided to land, so in her mind she thought about landing and on the screen in the cockpit showed that the Gundam started to descend to the ground, but when she got there, the Gundam had been moving too quickly and the leg broke off. Sari started to feel like her leg had been ripped off; the pain was excruciating. So bad that she blacked out of reality.
