Whazzup everyone? OK, so no one gets confused, when the scenes involving Gundams are going, I will say that "Zero sits itself up" instead of "Heero made Zero sit up". For one it is shorter and a lot easier to read. Also, I will do one chapter for each of the pilots meeting with Tre. Some will be long or short depending on what you put in your reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. I own Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns.
Chapter 7 - Heero Yuy
The emergency beacon flashed and sounded in Tre's helmet, waking him. He stirred, then looked at the time, and his air gauge. He was running low on air so he unzipped the bag and floated to the tank room. This room was in the middle of the aft bulkhead and had ten rows of racks stacked on top of each other. Each column was numbered after each Gundam (00, 02, 03, and so on) and each column contained ten tanks, meaning each pilot got ten tanks. All the tanks ran on a conveyer, take a tank from the top, put the empty one on the bottom once the belt went up. The tanks on the bottom were then refilled with air by a silver pressure hose connected to the main refilling cells.
Tre touched a pad nearby and entered the life support activation code. The vents opened and air filled the cabin. Tre removed his helmet, then his trench coat, and finally freed himself of his spacesuit. He had a pair of sunshine yellow Spandex shorts and a white tank top on.
Tre turned his spacesuit around and removed the empty tank from his suit's backpack. He let the tank float freely as he retrieved the fresh tank on the top of the zero-six column. The belt of tanks in that column moved up. Tre put the fresh tank into the spacesuit backpack and put the empty one in the empty bottom slot. The silver hose immediately coupled with the tank's valve and began to fill it with air.
Tre then put his suit back on, followed by his helmet, and went to venture in the cargo bay.
As he floated around the hold, he found that Doctor X spared no commodity. There were plenty of ammunition boxes for each Gundam to last two full blown battles. The tools and spare parts for quick repairs to the mobile suits between such battles were all catalogued and separated into groups for each suit. Plenty of food and water for seven people for four weeks was in airtight containers. Tre laughed at what he saw next.
There within the cargo hold were his two finest vehicles. The black Rush Extreme special edition car, the car he worked on with his sister was there. This sleek car was a cross between a Dodge Viper and a Jaguar XJ220 (AN: The best I could come up with just judging by the car on the box for the N64 game Rush). The front lines were the combination of both, with four lamps in each headlight with a crystal clear plexyglass cover. There wasn't much of a grill, just an elongated and very thin oval to vent engine heat. And this car could generate engine heat. This car's top speed was clocked at 315 miles per hour. In addition to a 908 CI V16 engine with direct port nitrous injection, an eight speed manual transmission, this car had 20 inch chrome wheels with three spokes starting wide then thinning near the rims. Also, the 12.5 centimeter chrome exhaust pipes enhanced the already fearsome roar of the engine, making that puma purr in idle a deep rumble. When Tre would punch the gas, that rumble turned into an all out roar that would send the lion king crying for its mommy (AN: I had to put something REMOTELY funny in here).
The next vehicle was a black jetbike that Layla ultimately bequeathed to him. It had the body of a motorcycle, but it had a jet engine instead of a V-Twin. The cylindrical engine started with the turbine blades at the back of the well of where the front wheel would be and the thrust-vectoring nozzle poked sligthly beyond the tailight, if the bike were viewed from the top. On the sides of the engine housing were steering airfoils, attached to the housing by thin rods. These airfoils were about a foot and a half long and about four inches from leading edge to trailing edge. They angled downward at a shallow 30 degrees, if viewed from the front of the bike. This jetbike hovered about a good nine inches off the ground and this could vary by directing the gimbaling engine up or down.
The windshield was pretty standard, as windshields on speedcycles usually come, but the headlight was another interesting feature. Set in a diamond shape, the four lamps sat behind a clear cover. Then the standard rear view mirrors you see on most speedbikes.
Tre finally came out of the cargo hold as the shuttle was slowing down to approach an L1 colony. He sat down in the pilot's seat as he took his helmet of and rolled his suit down to his waist. Tre put on a comm headset, then began to talk to the control tower.
"Colony control tower," Tre said into the mic, "this is shuttle Nightshift, requesting docking clearance."
"Shuttle Nightshift, that is a negative," a female voice responded. "You are too large to dock in our colony hangar."
"Tower, I'll dock in your hangar and leave plenty of space for another shuttle my size, so just clear me," Tre replied, angered.
"(Sigh) All right shuttle Nightshift," the girl snapped. "You're clear to dock (asshole)."
Tre then removed the headset and gently thrusted the large craft into the hangar. He drifted awfully close to the ceiling, almost scraping his tailfin on the high hangar. Tre adjusted his attitude and set the shuttle down softly and level.
Tre had a thought for a minute, then furrowed his brow, and looked outside of the window. He then placed the headset on again.
"Tower, shuttle Nightshift," Tre spoke into the mic.
"Yes, go ahead," the same girl responded.
"If there were another entry into this colony that my craft could squeeze through to get inside, where would it be?" Tre asked.
"Well, it would be right in front of you if the hangar were pressurized and closed."
"Thank you tower, shuttle Nightshift out."
Tre then hung the headset up again. He went to his quarters to change into his normal attire: everything Sailor Universe wore minus the weapons and tiara and the shirt with the symbol. That he replaced with a black long sleeve Quiksilver shirt, the logo on the chest, the name on the left sleeve.
Once Tre had dressed, he exited through the pressurized walkway attached to his shuttle. He walked through walkway door, then through another door, and finally was in the colony. He noted that the colony closed the hangar and pressureized it in about ten minutes.
'Well,' Tre thought, 'it is the perfect span of time for me to get some food.'
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"Hn," came the familiar grunt of disapproval. Heero Yuy was having no success in hacking into the Britons defense network mainframe. He had sat there for twenty straight hours at one point just trying every code he knew off the top of his head. He then rested up and tried again. But no such luck. Heero, disappointed, turned off the laptop and snapped it shut. He stepped out of the darkness of his apartment into the warm light of the colonial sun simulation lights.
He sported his usual outfit: green tank, tight black shorts, and the yellow shoes. His unkempt brown hair was messier than usual from sleep and hacking cutting into Heero's grooming time. However, his cold Prussian blue eyes remained pained and serious.
He began to walk aimlessly. He wandered through markets and busy streets, bumping into some guy as they passed each other on the crosswalk. Heero looked back at the guy.
He seemed to rise over the other people like the sun over the horizon. His brown dreadlocks stood out of the crowd. He was wearing all black clothes, including a long trench coat without sleeves and a long sleeve shirt with a brand name on the front. Heero just grunted and walked on.
Finally, he came to a park and still he walked. Several things flashed through his mind. Why are the British attacking the Earth first? What would happen to Relena when they succeed in a coup de etat of the peace keeping foreign relations?
Heero stopped and slowly sat down on a park bench. Children laughed and played at a distance in front of him. He saw a teenaged couple making out under a tree and an elderly couple feeding the birds bread crumbs. Peace was unnerving him - the Perfect Soldier - who knew nothing but to fight. If only he hadn't been so careless with Zero then he might--
"On your feet," a British accented voice said to him.
Heero heard a machine gun being cocked to fire at him. He just glared at the British soldier, who was wearing the old OZ uniform with British insignias. Slowly, Heero rose to his feet, still glaring at the gun-toting soldier. Heero was about to kick the gun out of the soldier's hands when he felt the ground underneath him give a slight tremor. Every other person in the park was fleeing and screaming. Women snatched up their children and ran. Men tripped over themselves while looking at the enormous mobile suits walking into the park. The elderly couple was being held at gunpoint by another British officer. Heero found himself held at gunpoint by a Serpent and a Virgo.
'Great,' he thought. 'Just when things were getting interesting.'
"Heero Yuy," the officer spoke. "By command of his Highness, King Charles the First, you will be executed on the spot."
"No last words?" Heero asked, monotone.
"Are you joking?" the officer laughed.
"Hn."
"Prepare to meet your maker."
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Tre was idling along the street crosswalk when somebody bumped into him. Tre didn't need to look back to know who it was. A smile crossed his face as he walked down the sidewalk.
'Nice to run into you, Heero Yuy,' he thought.
He was about to stop at a little noodle house when he heard rocket motors above him. Tre looked up to see a Serpent and a Virgo flying overhead.
'Oh shnap,' Tre thought.
He immediately whistled shrilly and ran back to the mammoth hangar doors which stood opened. His shuttle was already parked outside and the pod doors for DreadScythe were opening slowly. Tre jumped onto the wing and then jumped onto the lower door to get inside. He opened DreadScythe's cockpit door and hopped into the seat. He threw the thick padded straps about him and buckled them tightly. He closed the cockpit door and started the engines (AN: Jet engines for use in an oxygenated environment and rocket motors for use in space or for extra speed).
DreadScythe rose out of the shuttle's pod and started to walk away from the shuttle. He then had DreadScythe blast off.
"Shuttle, do fly-by over Gundam zero-six in five minutes," Tre told the computers on the shuttle. "Then, release Gundam zero-zero over Gundam zero-six."
"Understood," came the computerized reply.
DreadScythe then flew to the park, spotted the other mobile suits and Heero.
'Let's get this party started,' Tre thought.
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"What is that?"
One officer pointed above the group at the descending mobile suit. It was free falling, or so it seemed. The black blade of a beam scythe appeared as the suit fell closer. Then, it slashed the Virgo vertically in half while it landed with a earth-shattering thud. The mobile suit looked like--
"A GUNDAM!!" Heero's captive officer shouted.
Heero then kicked the gun out of his hands as the Gundam tore into the Serpent with the right arm blade. Heero punched the officer square in the jaw, then pounced on his back, snapping the officer's neck. At the same moment, the Gundam slashed upward in the Serpent leaving a wide hole in the chest of the suit that lead a long gash through its head. The Serpent fell to its knees, then toppled backwards. The Gundam retracted the blade of energy into its forearm.
Heero was amazed at this suit. It had black dreads hanging a little past its jawline and two rings hanging out of a spot where a left eyebrow would be. It looked quite muscular, even though Heero knew that it was strong. The Gundam also had wings like the Wing Gundam did, only these wings were black as opposed to white and it also looked like it was wearing a pair of baggy black pants and black boots coming to the middle of the shin. On the forearms were a pair of glowing powder blue hemispheres sitting on top of rectangular platforms which spread out as they connected to the forearms. Then there was the bottom of the beam scythe staff appearing from behind the Gundam's left shoulder and poking a good ways out past the shoulder. Appearing behind the right shoulder of the Gundam, and poking out a good ways past the shoulder, was a black hilt to what Heero assumed was a pure Gundanium sword. Finally, strapped to the right thigh and stretching almost all the way down the leg was a large single-barreled beam rifle.
Just then, the Gundam's eyes dimmed all the way down and the cockpit door opened. The guy that Heero bumped into on the crosswalk was the pilot! The guy spoke to Heero.
"Heero Yuy," he said. "I am Tre Young, pilot of Gundam zero-six and I need your help in the fight against the British. I am just one pilot, but I am on a mission to find you and the other former Gundam pilots."
"Suppose I accept your invitation," Heero said back, "what will I fight the mobile suits in? I destroyed the Zero in a fight with Mariemeia Barton's mobile suit army."
"Just wait."
A roar of very powerful motors was heard and Heero looked up to see a large and bulky shuttle fly very low overhead. The shuttle rolled from level flight to 52 degrees to its right. It seemed to drop something like a huge bomb not twenty feet from Heero. Once the dust settled, Heero saw it and a look of surprise crossed his emotionless face.
"It's the Zero!" Heero exclaimed.
"Right you are," Tre said as he rode the cable down swiftly.
He walked next to Heero as they made their way to the Gundam. It lay there, lifeless. The large Buster rifle in the right hand seemed to span the entire length of the Gundam's leg and then some. Heero jumped onto the Gundam and Tre followed him as the pilot of Wing Zero climbed into the cockpit.
"The controls are just as I remember," Heero said, looking at the controls in awe. "How did you manage to reconstruct it to this extent?"
"I didn't," Tre said. "But the scientist who built mine hired the original constructors of the Wing Gundam to do the redesign work Doctor X drew up."
"Doctor X?"
"DreadScythe's designer."
"Your Gundam, right?"
"Exactly."
"Better get off," Heero said. "I'm going to raise this thing."
Tre jumped off as the eyes of Zero lit up. He heard the cockpit door close and the Zero then raised itself to a sitting position. Zero bent its right leg rolled to its left side. The left leg still lay on the ground, but in a bent position as the Zero swung its right leg to rest the boot on the ground and push up into a standing postion. It slowly turned around to look at Tre. The human was dwarfed by the 108' 4" tall Gundam. (AN: Each Gundam is twenty times taller than its pilot. The first five pilots are all five-five while Trowa is five-six [they grew taller as they grew older]. Pyrone is six-six.)
"So, what do you think of Neo Wing Zero, Heero?" Tre asked.
"It's amazing." The reply came through the external speakers.
"So will you help me?"
"Mission accepted," Heero replied.
Tre couldn't help but grin. One down, four to go.
Mission accepted. I love that line, it sounds so tyte/tight. Well, I'll wait for your reviews then post the next chapter as soon as possible. Later.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. I own Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns.
Chapter 7 - Heero Yuy
The emergency beacon flashed and sounded in Tre's helmet, waking him. He stirred, then looked at the time, and his air gauge. He was running low on air so he unzipped the bag and floated to the tank room. This room was in the middle of the aft bulkhead and had ten rows of racks stacked on top of each other. Each column was numbered after each Gundam (00, 02, 03, and so on) and each column contained ten tanks, meaning each pilot got ten tanks. All the tanks ran on a conveyer, take a tank from the top, put the empty one on the bottom once the belt went up. The tanks on the bottom were then refilled with air by a silver pressure hose connected to the main refilling cells.
Tre touched a pad nearby and entered the life support activation code. The vents opened and air filled the cabin. Tre removed his helmet, then his trench coat, and finally freed himself of his spacesuit. He had a pair of sunshine yellow Spandex shorts and a white tank top on.
Tre turned his spacesuit around and removed the empty tank from his suit's backpack. He let the tank float freely as he retrieved the fresh tank on the top of the zero-six column. The belt of tanks in that column moved up. Tre put the fresh tank into the spacesuit backpack and put the empty one in the empty bottom slot. The silver hose immediately coupled with the tank's valve and began to fill it with air.
Tre then put his suit back on, followed by his helmet, and went to venture in the cargo bay.
As he floated around the hold, he found that Doctor X spared no commodity. There were plenty of ammunition boxes for each Gundam to last two full blown battles. The tools and spare parts for quick repairs to the mobile suits between such battles were all catalogued and separated into groups for each suit. Plenty of food and water for seven people for four weeks was in airtight containers. Tre laughed at what he saw next.
There within the cargo hold were his two finest vehicles. The black Rush Extreme special edition car, the car he worked on with his sister was there. This sleek car was a cross between a Dodge Viper and a Jaguar XJ220 (AN: The best I could come up with just judging by the car on the box for the N64 game Rush). The front lines were the combination of both, with four lamps in each headlight with a crystal clear plexyglass cover. There wasn't much of a grill, just an elongated and very thin oval to vent engine heat. And this car could generate engine heat. This car's top speed was clocked at 315 miles per hour. In addition to a 908 CI V16 engine with direct port nitrous injection, an eight speed manual transmission, this car had 20 inch chrome wheels with three spokes starting wide then thinning near the rims. Also, the 12.5 centimeter chrome exhaust pipes enhanced the already fearsome roar of the engine, making that puma purr in idle a deep rumble. When Tre would punch the gas, that rumble turned into an all out roar that would send the lion king crying for its mommy (AN: I had to put something REMOTELY funny in here).
The next vehicle was a black jetbike that Layla ultimately bequeathed to him. It had the body of a motorcycle, but it had a jet engine instead of a V-Twin. The cylindrical engine started with the turbine blades at the back of the well of where the front wheel would be and the thrust-vectoring nozzle poked sligthly beyond the tailight, if the bike were viewed from the top. On the sides of the engine housing were steering airfoils, attached to the housing by thin rods. These airfoils were about a foot and a half long and about four inches from leading edge to trailing edge. They angled downward at a shallow 30 degrees, if viewed from the front of the bike. This jetbike hovered about a good nine inches off the ground and this could vary by directing the gimbaling engine up or down.
The windshield was pretty standard, as windshields on speedcycles usually come, but the headlight was another interesting feature. Set in a diamond shape, the four lamps sat behind a clear cover. Then the standard rear view mirrors you see on most speedbikes.
Tre finally came out of the cargo hold as the shuttle was slowing down to approach an L1 colony. He sat down in the pilot's seat as he took his helmet of and rolled his suit down to his waist. Tre put on a comm headset, then began to talk to the control tower.
"Colony control tower," Tre said into the mic, "this is shuttle Nightshift, requesting docking clearance."
"Shuttle Nightshift, that is a negative," a female voice responded. "You are too large to dock in our colony hangar."
"Tower, I'll dock in your hangar and leave plenty of space for another shuttle my size, so just clear me," Tre replied, angered.
"(Sigh) All right shuttle Nightshift," the girl snapped. "You're clear to dock (asshole)."
Tre then removed the headset and gently thrusted the large craft into the hangar. He drifted awfully close to the ceiling, almost scraping his tailfin on the high hangar. Tre adjusted his attitude and set the shuttle down softly and level.
Tre had a thought for a minute, then furrowed his brow, and looked outside of the window. He then placed the headset on again.
"Tower, shuttle Nightshift," Tre spoke into the mic.
"Yes, go ahead," the same girl responded.
"If there were another entry into this colony that my craft could squeeze through to get inside, where would it be?" Tre asked.
"Well, it would be right in front of you if the hangar were pressurized and closed."
"Thank you tower, shuttle Nightshift out."
Tre then hung the headset up again. He went to his quarters to change into his normal attire: everything Sailor Universe wore minus the weapons and tiara and the shirt with the symbol. That he replaced with a black long sleeve Quiksilver shirt, the logo on the chest, the name on the left sleeve.
Once Tre had dressed, he exited through the pressurized walkway attached to his shuttle. He walked through walkway door, then through another door, and finally was in the colony. He noted that the colony closed the hangar and pressureized it in about ten minutes.
'Well,' Tre thought, 'it is the perfect span of time for me to get some food.'
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"Hn," came the familiar grunt of disapproval. Heero Yuy was having no success in hacking into the Britons defense network mainframe. He had sat there for twenty straight hours at one point just trying every code he knew off the top of his head. He then rested up and tried again. But no such luck. Heero, disappointed, turned off the laptop and snapped it shut. He stepped out of the darkness of his apartment into the warm light of the colonial sun simulation lights.
He sported his usual outfit: green tank, tight black shorts, and the yellow shoes. His unkempt brown hair was messier than usual from sleep and hacking cutting into Heero's grooming time. However, his cold Prussian blue eyes remained pained and serious.
He began to walk aimlessly. He wandered through markets and busy streets, bumping into some guy as they passed each other on the crosswalk. Heero looked back at the guy.
He seemed to rise over the other people like the sun over the horizon. His brown dreadlocks stood out of the crowd. He was wearing all black clothes, including a long trench coat without sleeves and a long sleeve shirt with a brand name on the front. Heero just grunted and walked on.
Finally, he came to a park and still he walked. Several things flashed through his mind. Why are the British attacking the Earth first? What would happen to Relena when they succeed in a coup de etat of the peace keeping foreign relations?
Heero stopped and slowly sat down on a park bench. Children laughed and played at a distance in front of him. He saw a teenaged couple making out under a tree and an elderly couple feeding the birds bread crumbs. Peace was unnerving him - the Perfect Soldier - who knew nothing but to fight. If only he hadn't been so careless with Zero then he might--
"On your feet," a British accented voice said to him.
Heero heard a machine gun being cocked to fire at him. He just glared at the British soldier, who was wearing the old OZ uniform with British insignias. Slowly, Heero rose to his feet, still glaring at the gun-toting soldier. Heero was about to kick the gun out of the soldier's hands when he felt the ground underneath him give a slight tremor. Every other person in the park was fleeing and screaming. Women snatched up their children and ran. Men tripped over themselves while looking at the enormous mobile suits walking into the park. The elderly couple was being held at gunpoint by another British officer. Heero found himself held at gunpoint by a Serpent and a Virgo.
'Great,' he thought. 'Just when things were getting interesting.'
"Heero Yuy," the officer spoke. "By command of his Highness, King Charles the First, you will be executed on the spot."
"No last words?" Heero asked, monotone.
"Are you joking?" the officer laughed.
"Hn."
"Prepare to meet your maker."
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Tre was idling along the street crosswalk when somebody bumped into him. Tre didn't need to look back to know who it was. A smile crossed his face as he walked down the sidewalk.
'Nice to run into you, Heero Yuy,' he thought.
He was about to stop at a little noodle house when he heard rocket motors above him. Tre looked up to see a Serpent and a Virgo flying overhead.
'Oh shnap,' Tre thought.
He immediately whistled shrilly and ran back to the mammoth hangar doors which stood opened. His shuttle was already parked outside and the pod doors for DreadScythe were opening slowly. Tre jumped onto the wing and then jumped onto the lower door to get inside. He opened DreadScythe's cockpit door and hopped into the seat. He threw the thick padded straps about him and buckled them tightly. He closed the cockpit door and started the engines (AN: Jet engines for use in an oxygenated environment and rocket motors for use in space or for extra speed).
DreadScythe rose out of the shuttle's pod and started to walk away from the shuttle. He then had DreadScythe blast off.
"Shuttle, do fly-by over Gundam zero-six in five minutes," Tre told the computers on the shuttle. "Then, release Gundam zero-zero over Gundam zero-six."
"Understood," came the computerized reply.
DreadScythe then flew to the park, spotted the other mobile suits and Heero.
'Let's get this party started,' Tre thought.
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"What is that?"
One officer pointed above the group at the descending mobile suit. It was free falling, or so it seemed. The black blade of a beam scythe appeared as the suit fell closer. Then, it slashed the Virgo vertically in half while it landed with a earth-shattering thud. The mobile suit looked like--
"A GUNDAM!!" Heero's captive officer shouted.
Heero then kicked the gun out of his hands as the Gundam tore into the Serpent with the right arm blade. Heero punched the officer square in the jaw, then pounced on his back, snapping the officer's neck. At the same moment, the Gundam slashed upward in the Serpent leaving a wide hole in the chest of the suit that lead a long gash through its head. The Serpent fell to its knees, then toppled backwards. The Gundam retracted the blade of energy into its forearm.
Heero was amazed at this suit. It had black dreads hanging a little past its jawline and two rings hanging out of a spot where a left eyebrow would be. It looked quite muscular, even though Heero knew that it was strong. The Gundam also had wings like the Wing Gundam did, only these wings were black as opposed to white and it also looked like it was wearing a pair of baggy black pants and black boots coming to the middle of the shin. On the forearms were a pair of glowing powder blue hemispheres sitting on top of rectangular platforms which spread out as they connected to the forearms. Then there was the bottom of the beam scythe staff appearing from behind the Gundam's left shoulder and poking a good ways out past the shoulder. Appearing behind the right shoulder of the Gundam, and poking out a good ways past the shoulder, was a black hilt to what Heero assumed was a pure Gundanium sword. Finally, strapped to the right thigh and stretching almost all the way down the leg was a large single-barreled beam rifle.
Just then, the Gundam's eyes dimmed all the way down and the cockpit door opened. The guy that Heero bumped into on the crosswalk was the pilot! The guy spoke to Heero.
"Heero Yuy," he said. "I am Tre Young, pilot of Gundam zero-six and I need your help in the fight against the British. I am just one pilot, but I am on a mission to find you and the other former Gundam pilots."
"Suppose I accept your invitation," Heero said back, "what will I fight the mobile suits in? I destroyed the Zero in a fight with Mariemeia Barton's mobile suit army."
"Just wait."
A roar of very powerful motors was heard and Heero looked up to see a large and bulky shuttle fly very low overhead. The shuttle rolled from level flight to 52 degrees to its right. It seemed to drop something like a huge bomb not twenty feet from Heero. Once the dust settled, Heero saw it and a look of surprise crossed his emotionless face.
"It's the Zero!" Heero exclaimed.
"Right you are," Tre said as he rode the cable down swiftly.
He walked next to Heero as they made their way to the Gundam. It lay there, lifeless. The large Buster rifle in the right hand seemed to span the entire length of the Gundam's leg and then some. Heero jumped onto the Gundam and Tre followed him as the pilot of Wing Zero climbed into the cockpit.
"The controls are just as I remember," Heero said, looking at the controls in awe. "How did you manage to reconstruct it to this extent?"
"I didn't," Tre said. "But the scientist who built mine hired the original constructors of the Wing Gundam to do the redesign work Doctor X drew up."
"Doctor X?"
"DreadScythe's designer."
"Your Gundam, right?"
"Exactly."
"Better get off," Heero said. "I'm going to raise this thing."
Tre jumped off as the eyes of Zero lit up. He heard the cockpit door close and the Zero then raised itself to a sitting position. Zero bent its right leg rolled to its left side. The left leg still lay on the ground, but in a bent position as the Zero swung its right leg to rest the boot on the ground and push up into a standing postion. It slowly turned around to look at Tre. The human was dwarfed by the 108' 4" tall Gundam. (AN: Each Gundam is twenty times taller than its pilot. The first five pilots are all five-five while Trowa is five-six [they grew taller as they grew older]. Pyrone is six-six.)
"So, what do you think of Neo Wing Zero, Heero?" Tre asked.
"It's amazing." The reply came through the external speakers.
"So will you help me?"
"Mission accepted," Heero replied.
Tre couldn't help but grin. One down, four to go.
Mission accepted. I love that line, it sounds so tyte/tight. Well, I'll wait for your reviews then post the next chapter as soon as possible. Later.