Well its me again! This chapter is going to be kind of short, cause I wrote it while I had a writer's block while writing 'It Talks'. And for those who are wondering, the Hunter mobile suit is indeed the 'Gouf Custom'. The 'Cyclopes' which will be featured this chapter is the 'Zaku II'. I decided to change their names to make the story a bit fresher. Additionally they will be modified so that they will be more on par with GundamW mobile suits. This chapter will concentrated more on Nick Reberto and his resistance.
Disclaimer: I own neither Gundam Wing or Evangelion
Captain Nick Reberto was having a hell of a time - not the good ones, only the bad ones. When the Eva landed he manage to get most of the mobile suits out of the area. However he was faced with two problems. They barely have enough ammunition to last them in the long run and since most high ranking officers foolishly decided to go out in a blaze of glory, he was the highest ranking person in the 'base'. Annoyed with himself, he banged his head on the table again and again and again... and again.
"You should do that you know," said a female voice behind him. Jumping in shock, he swung around.
"Oh hey its you sis," said Nick as he sighed in relief. Before the attack, all important personals and family were evacuated to the fall back point. The fall back point was a top secret military base that was just finished in time when all hell broke loose. Its underground facilities had enough equipment and space for soldiers and tanks, but not for a large number of mobile suits. Luckily enough, the enterance and hangers were large enough to hold thirty nine mobile suits - thirteen MS teams. The rest were dugged into large temporary bunkers with a camo-net over them. Looking into his sisters ocean blue eyes, he was struct with an inspiration. "Oi sis, why don't we take a walk?"
"Sure," she replied enthusiastically and grabbed his hands and dragged him out.
"Hey! Watch it!...Watch that pole!," shouted the captain before a dull thud was heard. The noise echoed around the base.
Nick Reberto's actual plan did not actually involve a walk... well not all of it anyways. He actually wanted to walk around untill his sister will get so bored that she would leave; it wan't that he didn't like his sister, but it was just the fact that she was sometimes too hyper. After his sister departure, he planned to round up all MS pilots and have a war meeting in the hall. However right now he was having a meeting with the base's doctor.
"Looks like you have quite a bump there," said the blond doctor smiling.
"Yea, it sounded that way too," groaned Nick as he jumped off the examination table. "Can I go?" grunted Nick as he smoothed his shirt.
"Sure, I'm sure that you have much more important things to do," said the still smiling doctor. Nick just muttered thanks and waved as he left the examination room. Outside of the white room was his sister waiting anxiously.
"I'm sorry," whimpered Liz with a very sad expression her her face. Seeing that his sister was so sad, he ruffled her head slightly and said, "Don't worry sis.If two wars plus the Eve War can't hurt me, what is a bump going to do?" Actually Nick was lying slightly. The bump was giving him a migrane from hell and he may have fared better should his mobile suit in a pink tutu break danced on him. However the sentence did do its desired effect. Liz's face changed from sad to happy in a second and hugged her brother. "Now don't worry about me, go to sleep now," ordered the captain. Liz looked as though she might complain, but she decided to comply.
"I need a beer," thought Nick as he watched his sister's retreating figure.
"That's crazy!" exclaimed a pilot with hair that was certainitly longer than regulation as Nick explained his plan. Nick raised his eyebrow at the pilot and the pilot immediately flushed slightly while muttering an apology. "Permission to speak freely sir?" asked the same soldier again. Nick sighed, he might as well explain his plan. A well informed soldier preforms at a better on the battle field than a soldier that thinks he was going on a suicide run.
"Permission granted", Nick said as he raised a mug of beer from the polished wooden table to his lips, letting a cool stream of the brown brew down his perched throat. Nick looked around the table with an eye as he gulped down the last few drops of the beer. It was late, the soldiers were still all weary from the events that only happened a week ago. They needed rest if they were to preform at their best on the next day. He needed to cap this off quickly.
"With all due respect sir", said the pilot at the same at as Nick swallowed his drink. "We can't just waltz into a town during a war. The place has to be swarming with enemies, especially that there is a supply depot there." Nick looked in his now empty jug to think about his answer.
"The enemy does not know the location of this base," said Nick as his mug landed on the table lightly. "The tunnels in this base can bring us approximately within two miles to the town. Plus the enemies are short on man power. The patrols are around an hour to an hour and a half in between; more than enough time to do a precise hit and run." Pilots around the captain seemed to find his answer good enough and nodded their agreement. However there were some who were still slightly grimmed faced. Nick sighed and prepared another speech. "Look, I'm not saying that everyone here would come back fine. Men could be lost in this mission, but you are soldiers and I am sure that you guys are more than aware of the dangers before you signed up. More importantly, we are given a chance to do something. Its not like we are going to sit here and let our suit's arses rust, while those fanatical freaks run amock in our backyard." There was a moment of silence as the words sank in. Very deep inside Nick, he was hoping for any sort of a conformation of his disired effect. At least that was until someone said, "Well what are we waiting for? Lets get 'em off our lawn!"
"Hell yea!" shouted everyone - captains were no exception.
Hiding in the shadow a pair of blue eyes belonging to a certain captain's sister. Even though she acts a little crazy and clumbsy at some times, she was also extremely observant. Of coarse she knew what her brother was trying to pull as soon as he wanted to take a walk with her. She didn't want her brother to fight against the enemy again. What if the dreaded evas were there?. She was no fool, she has seen the top secret reports of the giant bio-mecha. She actually wanted to stop her brother by putting her brother out cold. 'Should have pulled harder...', thought the girl as she sank back into the shadows.
The mist was still fresh in dawn. It was so early in the morning, the early birds (who catches the worm) were still asleep. The moment of piece however was shattered and crushed as a wide piece of the earth opened up leaving a giant maw in the ground. Emerging from it, gigantic metal golems crawled out into the morning sun and as soon as the light impacted against its worn, dented armor, its cycloptic eye, which most of them were named after, blazed a fiery red. "Good thing these tunnels are big enough for us to crawl in," said Nick's right wingman whose blond hair was long enoough to earn the remark 'the woman with the beard'.
"Damn concret is scratching my paint job... and I only had this thing polished," added the opinion of Nick's right wingman.
"These tunnels are designed to tanks and large transports, you are lucky that the designers were smart enough to make the opening so wide. I think it was made this way, because the designers didn't want it to be a bottleneck trap just in case someone is trying to invade this base," said Nick in a voice that most would consider a long sigh. Sensing that their commanding officer's patience was stretched thinly, they decided to drop all questions and sent a ready hand signal. Nick's mobile suit's head nodded and looked around the secret openings where a huge line of mobile suits were kneeling as low as possible like tigers readying itself for a strike. Multiple thumbs up were given just as Nick sent a radio massage. "Radio silence giys, can't afford to give away our position yet. You are free of that command when the operation commences." Again multiple thumbs up were flashed at him. Nick suddenly had a desire to take a photo of him standing on his mobile suit with both of them doing a thumbs up. Nick's thoughts of potentially funny mobile suit pictures were broken as their scouts reported in.
"Privet eye 4-19 reporting, patrols just left and its all green people." Nick looked up at the sky for a short silent prayer. Then gears cracked and whined as the huge arm of the blue mobile suit did another hand signal.
'Lets rock and roll people.'
To answer the blue giant, bright blood red cycloptic eyes flashed fiercly.
'Affermative'.
So how did it go? I Like I said before this is just a short chapter I did, because I'm having a MAJOR writer's block at the moment. Its just like having so many ideas that I don't know what I should write first. Anyways please review, we authors love that stuff .......('') ( '' ) ('') (dun ask me why I did that...)
Disclaimer: I own neither Gundam Wing or Evangelion
Captain Nick Reberto was having a hell of a time - not the good ones, only the bad ones. When the Eva landed he manage to get most of the mobile suits out of the area. However he was faced with two problems. They barely have enough ammunition to last them in the long run and since most high ranking officers foolishly decided to go out in a blaze of glory, he was the highest ranking person in the 'base'. Annoyed with himself, he banged his head on the table again and again and again... and again.
"You should do that you know," said a female voice behind him. Jumping in shock, he swung around.
"Oh hey its you sis," said Nick as he sighed in relief. Before the attack, all important personals and family were evacuated to the fall back point. The fall back point was a top secret military base that was just finished in time when all hell broke loose. Its underground facilities had enough equipment and space for soldiers and tanks, but not for a large number of mobile suits. Luckily enough, the enterance and hangers were large enough to hold thirty nine mobile suits - thirteen MS teams. The rest were dugged into large temporary bunkers with a camo-net over them. Looking into his sisters ocean blue eyes, he was struct with an inspiration. "Oi sis, why don't we take a walk?"
"Sure," she replied enthusiastically and grabbed his hands and dragged him out.
"Hey! Watch it!...Watch that pole!," shouted the captain before a dull thud was heard. The noise echoed around the base.
Nick Reberto's actual plan did not actually involve a walk... well not all of it anyways. He actually wanted to walk around untill his sister will get so bored that she would leave; it wan't that he didn't like his sister, but it was just the fact that she was sometimes too hyper. After his sister departure, he planned to round up all MS pilots and have a war meeting in the hall. However right now he was having a meeting with the base's doctor.
"Looks like you have quite a bump there," said the blond doctor smiling.
"Yea, it sounded that way too," groaned Nick as he jumped off the examination table. "Can I go?" grunted Nick as he smoothed his shirt.
"Sure, I'm sure that you have much more important things to do," said the still smiling doctor. Nick just muttered thanks and waved as he left the examination room. Outside of the white room was his sister waiting anxiously.
"I'm sorry," whimpered Liz with a very sad expression her her face. Seeing that his sister was so sad, he ruffled her head slightly and said, "Don't worry sis.If two wars plus the Eve War can't hurt me, what is a bump going to do?" Actually Nick was lying slightly. The bump was giving him a migrane from hell and he may have fared better should his mobile suit in a pink tutu break danced on him. However the sentence did do its desired effect. Liz's face changed from sad to happy in a second and hugged her brother. "Now don't worry about me, go to sleep now," ordered the captain. Liz looked as though she might complain, but she decided to comply.
"I need a beer," thought Nick as he watched his sister's retreating figure.
"That's crazy!" exclaimed a pilot with hair that was certainitly longer than regulation as Nick explained his plan. Nick raised his eyebrow at the pilot and the pilot immediately flushed slightly while muttering an apology. "Permission to speak freely sir?" asked the same soldier again. Nick sighed, he might as well explain his plan. A well informed soldier preforms at a better on the battle field than a soldier that thinks he was going on a suicide run.
"Permission granted", Nick said as he raised a mug of beer from the polished wooden table to his lips, letting a cool stream of the brown brew down his perched throat. Nick looked around the table with an eye as he gulped down the last few drops of the beer. It was late, the soldiers were still all weary from the events that only happened a week ago. They needed rest if they were to preform at their best on the next day. He needed to cap this off quickly.
"With all due respect sir", said the pilot at the same at as Nick swallowed his drink. "We can't just waltz into a town during a war. The place has to be swarming with enemies, especially that there is a supply depot there." Nick looked in his now empty jug to think about his answer.
"The enemy does not know the location of this base," said Nick as his mug landed on the table lightly. "The tunnels in this base can bring us approximately within two miles to the town. Plus the enemies are short on man power. The patrols are around an hour to an hour and a half in between; more than enough time to do a precise hit and run." Pilots around the captain seemed to find his answer good enough and nodded their agreement. However there were some who were still slightly grimmed faced. Nick sighed and prepared another speech. "Look, I'm not saying that everyone here would come back fine. Men could be lost in this mission, but you are soldiers and I am sure that you guys are more than aware of the dangers before you signed up. More importantly, we are given a chance to do something. Its not like we are going to sit here and let our suit's arses rust, while those fanatical freaks run amock in our backyard." There was a moment of silence as the words sank in. Very deep inside Nick, he was hoping for any sort of a conformation of his disired effect. At least that was until someone said, "Well what are we waiting for? Lets get 'em off our lawn!"
"Hell yea!" shouted everyone - captains were no exception.
Hiding in the shadow a pair of blue eyes belonging to a certain captain's sister. Even though she acts a little crazy and clumbsy at some times, she was also extremely observant. Of coarse she knew what her brother was trying to pull as soon as he wanted to take a walk with her. She didn't want her brother to fight against the enemy again. What if the dreaded evas were there?. She was no fool, she has seen the top secret reports of the giant bio-mecha. She actually wanted to stop her brother by putting her brother out cold. 'Should have pulled harder...', thought the girl as she sank back into the shadows.
The mist was still fresh in dawn. It was so early in the morning, the early birds (who catches the worm) were still asleep. The moment of piece however was shattered and crushed as a wide piece of the earth opened up leaving a giant maw in the ground. Emerging from it, gigantic metal golems crawled out into the morning sun and as soon as the light impacted against its worn, dented armor, its cycloptic eye, which most of them were named after, blazed a fiery red. "Good thing these tunnels are big enough for us to crawl in," said Nick's right wingman whose blond hair was long enoough to earn the remark 'the woman with the beard'.
"Damn concret is scratching my paint job... and I only had this thing polished," added the opinion of Nick's right wingman.
"These tunnels are designed to tanks and large transports, you are lucky that the designers were smart enough to make the opening so wide. I think it was made this way, because the designers didn't want it to be a bottleneck trap just in case someone is trying to invade this base," said Nick in a voice that most would consider a long sigh. Sensing that their commanding officer's patience was stretched thinly, they decided to drop all questions and sent a ready hand signal. Nick's mobile suit's head nodded and looked around the secret openings where a huge line of mobile suits were kneeling as low as possible like tigers readying itself for a strike. Multiple thumbs up were given just as Nick sent a radio massage. "Radio silence giys, can't afford to give away our position yet. You are free of that command when the operation commences." Again multiple thumbs up were flashed at him. Nick suddenly had a desire to take a photo of him standing on his mobile suit with both of them doing a thumbs up. Nick's thoughts of potentially funny mobile suit pictures were broken as their scouts reported in.
"Privet eye 4-19 reporting, patrols just left and its all green people." Nick looked up at the sky for a short silent prayer. Then gears cracked and whined as the huge arm of the blue mobile suit did another hand signal.
'Lets rock and roll people.'
To answer the blue giant, bright blood red cycloptic eyes flashed fiercly.
'Affermative'.
So how did it go? I Like I said before this is just a short chapter I did, because I'm having a MAJOR writer's block at the moment. Its just like having so many ideas that I don't know what I should write first. Anyways please review, we authors love that stuff .......('') ( '' ) ('') (dun ask me why I did that...)
