Hey you Duo fans! Here is where Tre finds Duo, and it gets bloody so don't back out just yet! Action chapter alert! I'm still perfecting my Gundam action scenes. After they find Wufei, then the Scouts will come in, so don't worry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, which belongs to Sunrise, TV/Sotsu Agency and Asahi TV. Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I own Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns.
Chapter 9 - Duo Maxwell
"No, this one won't do," Duo Maxwell said as he threw yet another bolt away.
He was perched on top of the small mountain of junk from which he made his business. He had the same Cobalt blue eyes and chestnut brown hair which he kept in a long, neat braid. His temperment and character were the same as well, especially for someone who used to be Shinigami.
He shuffled further into the pile and found another bolt. He sighed and threw that one away as well. He removed the gloves and slowly slid down the pile. His face was crossed with disappointment. He needed that bolt if he was going to build himself a car. He entered the small office and sat in the chair behind the desk, putting his booted feet on the desk and leaning back.
Hilde came back from grocery shopping. She looked at Duo and smiled to herself while thinking, 'He works too hard for someone his age.' He looked at her, then said,
"Hey Hilde, what's shakin'?"
"Oh, nothing much," was the reply. "Just found out that a new Gundam destroyed two mobile suits in an L1 colony."
"WHAT?" Duo yelled.
"Yeah," Hilde said, "that's what I said. But who would build a new Gundam? Duo?"
Duo had his finger on his chin, thinking of who it might be. 'Heero? No, no, the guy wouldn't have the financial backing. Trowa is too busy with the circus, Quatre has a family business to run, and Wufei is with the Preventers. So it has to be someone else that we don't know yet.' This was bothering Duo, a lot. He took a black baseball cap and stuck it on his head and walked out of the building saying,
"I'm going for a walk, see ya later Hilde."
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"Are you sure this is the right colony, Heero?" Tre asked.
"Yeah," Heero replied.
"Fine then. Control, this is shuttle Nightshift, requesting docking clearance, over."
"Shuttle, control," a male voice said. "That's affirmative, you have clearance."
"Thank you control."
Tre hung the headset on its hook and guided the shuttle in very slowly. He extended the gear and set down nearest to the large cargo door. He told Heero to take the Zero so he could put the Deathscythe and DreadScythe in the elevator, leave the Zero there as well and to meet him at the downtown park. Heero grunted in reply and disappeared into the aft portion of the shuttle, where the Gundams pods were. Once Tre saw that all three suits were gone, he put on his spacesuit and exited the shuttle through the airlock. Once he was outside, he leapt to the airlock door leading into the colony. Once the room was pressurized, he removed his spacesuit and helmet as he walked out. Then, he stuffed the suit and helmet into a black duffel bag. Tre put the bag into a locker at the check through counter. He proceed into the colony after that was done.
'OK Maxwell,' Tre thought. 'Where in flippin' Hell would you go?'
The park was too obvious a choice. That wouldn't be it. Tre had a premonition and pulled out a black pistol that had a slight barrel extension. He ejected the clip to see if it was full. It was, twenty bullets all stacked up, one more already in the chamber. He slammed the clip back in and pulled the slide back as far as it would go before releasing it to fall back into its normal position. He switched on the safety, then holstered the weapon, only to produce a matching pistol. He performed the same actions on this pistol as he did for the first one. After he cocked the slide and switched the safety, he holstered that one as well. Finally, he pulled out his shotgun, loaded a shell into it, and pumped the weapon before returning it to its holster on his right leg.
All the weapons were easily concealed beneath his trench coat. There were empty holsters on his utility belt for his Uzis, but he left them on the shuttle. They weren't working very well because they hadn't been cleaned out in a while. So Tre just walked to the nearest bar for a stiff drink. A place called G's. Tre walked in and sat on a barstool next to a guy with a black baseball cap and a long chestnut braid.
'Hello, Duo Maxwell,' Tre thought with a smile.
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Duo had gone to his favorite bar, G's. Apparently, one of the original constructors of Deathscythe was the owner and named it after the scientist who hired him. So Duo already knew the guy (he was about to kill everyone, including himself, in the hangar where Deathscythe was constructed). Duo was only 18 though, still a bit roudy after drinking. But the owner let it slide since he knew Duo, and Duo was always a responsible drinker (yeah right!).
"Hey Clyde," Duo called over the music. "Gimme the usual, on the rocks!"
"Sure thing, Duo," Clyde answered back.
Clyde was a burly construction worker by trade, yet his crass sense of the human nature landed him in the bar he owns today. His short dark hair was slicked back and his chin sprouted long dark hairs of his beard. The guy looked more fit for the military than anyone Duo knew, especially when Clyde wore his infantry fatigues and a green muscle shirt and black combat boots.
Clyde placed the empty glass with ice in front of Duo and poured the amber colored whiskey in until the glass was brimming. Duo laid the ten on the counter and Clyde scooped it up. This was routine for Duo, who would have his next drink coming to him after he finished the first since it was five dollars for one glass of whiskey.
Duo noticed a guy sitting next to him at the bar. This guy seemed like his was a tall fellow, maybe six-four, Duo guessed. This guy had brown dreadlocks reaching past his jawline, Prussian blue eyes that reminded Duo of Heero, and a pair of platinum rings in this guy's left eyebrow. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt with the Quiksilver insignia, Duo noticed, and he had on a pair of baggy black jeans which were stopped a little bit below the knee by black boots with wide straps going across the leg of the boots. Over all of this was a sleeveless black trench coat.
"Bartender," the guy spoke in a deep and serious voice.
"How can I help you?" Clyde said.
"I would like a Kamikaze, if it isn't too much trouble."
"No, no trouble at all."
Clyde walked away for a moment to prepare this guy's drink. Then things got really interesting for Duo.
"You Duo Maxwell?" the guy asked Duo.
"Who wants to know?" Duo said suspiciously.
"The pilot of the Gundam in the L1 colony yesterday."
Duo's eyes got wide, wider than usual. He just stared at this guy, this pilot of the new Gundam he heard about from Hilde.
"Y-y-you're h-him?" Duo squeaked.
"Mm-hmm," the guy nodded. "Name's Tre Young, Gundam pilot zero-six."
"Uh-huh," Duo said. "Well, Tre Young, what do you want from me?"
"I need you to help me get rid of those British assholes."
"You a resistance fighter?" Clyde asked, putting Tre's drink down.
"You could say that," Tre answered.
"God knows I hate those British fuckers, too."
"I'm sure a lot of American people dislike them. Or even hate them."
"You got that right pal," Duo piped.
"So, Duo," Clyde started. "You gonna help this guy?"
"Clyde," Duo said. "If I had Deathscythe I would join this guy in a heartbeat."
"Seeing as you don't, then it would be hard to fight," Clyde said.
Just then, the sound of breaking glass and wood being smashed was heard. Several people started screaming as guns were being cocked and safeties being unlatched. Everyone immediately stopped screaming and scrambling around the bar. Then, a high ranking mobile suit pilot walked in. His face was covered by a British OZ cap and sunglasses. His rank was emminent of the uniform he wore. His voice broke the silence as he said,
"I'm looking for a Gundam pilot, his name is Duo Maxwell. Anybody know him?"
No one answered, then Clyde shouted,
"Hey, you're ruining my business."
"Calm down my good man," the pilot said. "My men and I will buy some drinks in a minute. First, we have to know where Duo Maxwell is. Do you know him?"
"Sorry," Clyde answered. "Haven't seen him for weeks. So, you guys going to order or what?"
The pilot seemed to consider this, then he said, "Yeah, all right."
The soldiers slowly lowered their guns and set the hammers to their safe positions. The soldiers slung their guns onto their backs and took the remaining seats at the bar, ordering domestic brews and imports. The high ranking pilot sat next to Tre, then removed his cap and glasses. Tre had a look of surprise when he saw this guy.
'Bleach blonde spikes, pale green eyes, short beard, and a bad attiutde,' Tre thought. 'I know this guy.'
Tre had to know for sure if it was Shawn Chamberlin. So he asked,
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be Shawn Chamberlin, would you?"
"Why yes I would," Shawn replied with a haughty air. "How did you know?"
"Four years ago, you had a 'relationship' with Nikki Young, right?"
"What?" Shawn said, shocked. "How did you know?"
Tre was slowly releasing the safety on his pistol, while keeping this guy busy.
"How I know is that she is my sister," Tre said, anger dripping off his words.
"You're Tre Young?" Shawn said aghast.
Tre then pulled the gun out and pointed it at Shawn's head. Quickly, he cocked the hammer, ready to fire. The rest of the soldiers saw what was happening and they crowded around Tre, cocking the hammers and resetting the slides. Tre looked about him quickly, and smiled at Shawn.
"Never underestimate your opponents Shawn," Tre said.
Tre then kicked the guy behind him, sending him toppling backwards, and pistol whipped the guy on his right once, seized his arm, pulled him in front as a human shield. Tre pulled the trigger on the soldier's machine gun, while Tre circled around. Some soldiers ducked while others were hit by the bullets in the heart or vital organs. Another soldier plugged the soldier Tre was using as a shield. The body shook with the impact of the bullets and blood sprayed everywhere. Tre sent the human shield flying into the other soldier. Tre then fell to his knees, pulled the other pistol out and pumped the live soldier full of lead with both guns. The live soldier was whipped to and fro by the bullets hitting him in the left and right lungs, alternately. Both bodies hit the floor, with sickening thuds. Tre holstered the two empty pistols, twirled on his knees and produced the shotgun. One soldier stood behind Tre and was prepared to fire, then Duo broke a full bottle of beer over that soldiers head, rendering him unconscious. Rolling onto his back, then flipping over onto his feet, Tre stood up and plugged the soldier at the back of the bar, blood spraying the back wall. This soldier fell on his knees, blood spurting from his mouth, and fell face first on the floor. One soldier was left and he tried his machine gun, but it was empty. Tre tried his shotgun, it was empty. Both men threw their weapons on the ground and started hand-to-hand combat.
Tre threw off his trench coat and pulled out his switchblade. He opened it, not reciting the incantation that would transform him. He slashed at the soldier, but was not getting anywhere. He heard the soldier's thoughts and jabbed the blade at him. The soldier blocked with his forearm, then Tre gave him a good left hook, then hit the soldier with his elbow. Tre palmed the guys nose, breaking it and making the soldier's eyes tear up. The soldier was bent over, hands over his broken nose. Tre held onto his hair, and kneed the soldier in the face...hard. The soldier flew backwards, then Tre stabbed the soldier in the heart, then sliced through his lung. The soldier gagged on his own blood, then collapsed to the floor and died. Shawn managed to slip out of the bar during the struggle, unnoticed.
"You must be a popular person to attract this much attention with the Brits," Duo said.
"Yeah," Tre admitted. "I am."
Clyde and the rest of the people in the bar gawked at the carnage one guy could produce and not getting a scratch on him. Tre picked his coat up off the floor and downed his drink, slamming the glass down and sighing loudly.
Tre looked to Duo and said,
"Meet me at the downtown park." Duo nodded. Tre started to walk out, then threw a wad of bills at Clyde.
"That's for the drink and to clean this place up," Tre said. "Sorry about the mess."
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Heero spotted Tre at the entrance of the park and walked to meet him on the sidewalk.
"Duo will be here any minute," Tre told Heero.
"Hn," was Heero's reply.
"I had a little trouble at the bar with some British mobile suit pilots."
"Yeah, I saw their suits lined up at the elevator entrance."
"Did anyone spot the Gundams?"
"No."
"Well, the Brits are going to invade this colony with more suits as well, so we might as well get ready until Duo--"
"Hey, Tre! Heero!" Duo called across the park.
He ran to where they were standing. Tre then told Duo that there would be more suits coming into the colony.
"What would I fight in?" Duo asked urgently.
"The Deathscythe," Heero answered flatly.
"Hello, I blew it up on Earth, Heero," Duo said, exasperated.
"I have a new one sitting in the elevator," Tre said. "Will you help me fight the British, or do you want to return to your peaceful life until they find you again?"
Duo answered quickly, "I'll fight with you."
"Good," Heero said. "Now stay here."
Duo stayed where he was, while Tre and Heero ran off. Pretty soon, Duo felt the ground beneath him shaking, and he ran for cover by climbing into a tree. Then the trees on the North side of the park snapped and revealed seven mobile suits: one white Serpent, five black Virgos, and one black Taurus. The Serpent had the lead, since it was the manned suit, and it looked this way and that for any activity. The park was abandoned today for some strange reason, but that wasn't bothering Duo at the moment. The suits were getting awfully close to his tree. That's when Duo heard the roar of rocket motors overhead and tried to get a good look through the foliage.
He saw the Zero carrying Deathscythe and another mobile suit flying alongside the Zero. The new mobile suit drew a sword and started to dive at the mobile suits on the ground. The Serpent opened fire first, followed by the Virgos and the Taurus. The new suit just dodged the slugs like they were nothing. It brought the sword in front of it as the suit swung itself so that it would land on its feet. Then, it opened up the throttle in the wings, slowing its descent so it wouldn't be a suicide landing, and tore at the Virgos with its sword. It managed to slice one Virgo from its shoulder to its waist, the doll then exploded. Duo finally managed to get a good look at this new suit. He saw what it was and gasped.
"It's a-it's a-it's a Gundam!" Duo said.
"Exactly Duo," Heero said from the Zero, while charging the Buster rifle and firing.
The rest of the Virgos disappeared after the beam dissapated. It was just the Taurus, which was being mauled by the new Gundam, and the Serpent. The new Gundam finally slashed the Taurus into multiple pieces before the doll exploded. The Zero went after the Serpent, its beam saber ignited and glowing green.
"Duo!" Tre's voice yelled through speakers. "Get in the Deathscythe!"
Duo ran to the Neo Deathscythe Hell and jumped in the cockpit. He strapped himself in quickly, closed the cockpit door, and the Deathscythe rose from the ground. The black cape conformed to the movements of the suit like it was fabric. Deathscythe stood up and spread its wings. It then drew both scythes from its back, ignited the beam weapons, and twirled them around before crossing them in front of itself. DreadScythe sheathed the sword and ignited the arm blades. It held the weapons in preparation to strike. The Buster rifle on Zero was brimming at the barrels with the energy it longed to release at the Serpent.
The Serpent, seeing as it was outnumbered and outmatched, pointed its Gatlings at the nearest building and was prepared to fire, until Deathscythe performed a flying tackle at the enemy machine and held the scythes above the cockpit door. Without warning, a bright flash went off from the Serpent's right arm. All the Gundam pilots were blinded by the light, and Duo felt the Deathscythe shift as the Serpent managed to escape. Shawn's voice was heard on the comm system in the Gundam cockpits.
"Well, and I have managed to see a Gundam or three, and will live to tell about it."
The three Gundams looked up to see the Serpent going full throttle toward the elevator.
"Well," Tre said. "What a good day this has been so far."
"Yeah? Speak for yourself," Duo pouted. "I didn't get to any pilots today."
"Quit your whining," Heero said.
"OK, let's get going fellas," Tre said.
DreadScythe started walking toward the elevator, then raised its wings, and blasted off. Zero followed suit, and so did Deathscythe, whose wings were folded as if the Gundam were to dive from the sky. All three suits reached the elevator and flew to the outside. DreadScythe was speeding around the rim of the colony toward the shuttle hangar. The Gundam slowed itself and entered the hangar. It walked to its pod on the shuttle and got in. The Zero got into the pod below the pod DreadScythe was in, and the Deathscythe crawled into the pod below Zero's. All the pod doors closed around the mobile suits, and inside the aft cabin the three pilots met up. Then, they all walked to the flight deck to prepare for takeoff.
Tre gained clearance and retracted the shuttle's gear as it rose off the floor. It then slowly thrusted backwards and turned around once clear of the hangar and the colony. Then, the motors fired up and the shuttle blasted off toward the L3 colony where Trowa's circus was.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, which belongs to Sunrise, TV/Sotsu Agency and Asahi TV. Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I own Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns.
Chapter 9 - Duo Maxwell
"No, this one won't do," Duo Maxwell said as he threw yet another bolt away.
He was perched on top of the small mountain of junk from which he made his business. He had the same Cobalt blue eyes and chestnut brown hair which he kept in a long, neat braid. His temperment and character were the same as well, especially for someone who used to be Shinigami.
He shuffled further into the pile and found another bolt. He sighed and threw that one away as well. He removed the gloves and slowly slid down the pile. His face was crossed with disappointment. He needed that bolt if he was going to build himself a car. He entered the small office and sat in the chair behind the desk, putting his booted feet on the desk and leaning back.
Hilde came back from grocery shopping. She looked at Duo and smiled to herself while thinking, 'He works too hard for someone his age.' He looked at her, then said,
"Hey Hilde, what's shakin'?"
"Oh, nothing much," was the reply. "Just found out that a new Gundam destroyed two mobile suits in an L1 colony."
"WHAT?" Duo yelled.
"Yeah," Hilde said, "that's what I said. But who would build a new Gundam? Duo?"
Duo had his finger on his chin, thinking of who it might be. 'Heero? No, no, the guy wouldn't have the financial backing. Trowa is too busy with the circus, Quatre has a family business to run, and Wufei is with the Preventers. So it has to be someone else that we don't know yet.' This was bothering Duo, a lot. He took a black baseball cap and stuck it on his head and walked out of the building saying,
"I'm going for a walk, see ya later Hilde."
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"Are you sure this is the right colony, Heero?" Tre asked.
"Yeah," Heero replied.
"Fine then. Control, this is shuttle Nightshift, requesting docking clearance, over."
"Shuttle, control," a male voice said. "That's affirmative, you have clearance."
"Thank you control."
Tre hung the headset on its hook and guided the shuttle in very slowly. He extended the gear and set down nearest to the large cargo door. He told Heero to take the Zero so he could put the Deathscythe and DreadScythe in the elevator, leave the Zero there as well and to meet him at the downtown park. Heero grunted in reply and disappeared into the aft portion of the shuttle, where the Gundams pods were. Once Tre saw that all three suits were gone, he put on his spacesuit and exited the shuttle through the airlock. Once he was outside, he leapt to the airlock door leading into the colony. Once the room was pressurized, he removed his spacesuit and helmet as he walked out. Then, he stuffed the suit and helmet into a black duffel bag. Tre put the bag into a locker at the check through counter. He proceed into the colony after that was done.
'OK Maxwell,' Tre thought. 'Where in flippin' Hell would you go?'
The park was too obvious a choice. That wouldn't be it. Tre had a premonition and pulled out a black pistol that had a slight barrel extension. He ejected the clip to see if it was full. It was, twenty bullets all stacked up, one more already in the chamber. He slammed the clip back in and pulled the slide back as far as it would go before releasing it to fall back into its normal position. He switched on the safety, then holstered the weapon, only to produce a matching pistol. He performed the same actions on this pistol as he did for the first one. After he cocked the slide and switched the safety, he holstered that one as well. Finally, he pulled out his shotgun, loaded a shell into it, and pumped the weapon before returning it to its holster on his right leg.
All the weapons were easily concealed beneath his trench coat. There were empty holsters on his utility belt for his Uzis, but he left them on the shuttle. They weren't working very well because they hadn't been cleaned out in a while. So Tre just walked to the nearest bar for a stiff drink. A place called G's. Tre walked in and sat on a barstool next to a guy with a black baseball cap and a long chestnut braid.
'Hello, Duo Maxwell,' Tre thought with a smile.
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Duo had gone to his favorite bar, G's. Apparently, one of the original constructors of Deathscythe was the owner and named it after the scientist who hired him. So Duo already knew the guy (he was about to kill everyone, including himself, in the hangar where Deathscythe was constructed). Duo was only 18 though, still a bit roudy after drinking. But the owner let it slide since he knew Duo, and Duo was always a responsible drinker (yeah right!).
"Hey Clyde," Duo called over the music. "Gimme the usual, on the rocks!"
"Sure thing, Duo," Clyde answered back.
Clyde was a burly construction worker by trade, yet his crass sense of the human nature landed him in the bar he owns today. His short dark hair was slicked back and his chin sprouted long dark hairs of his beard. The guy looked more fit for the military than anyone Duo knew, especially when Clyde wore his infantry fatigues and a green muscle shirt and black combat boots.
Clyde placed the empty glass with ice in front of Duo and poured the amber colored whiskey in until the glass was brimming. Duo laid the ten on the counter and Clyde scooped it up. This was routine for Duo, who would have his next drink coming to him after he finished the first since it was five dollars for one glass of whiskey.
Duo noticed a guy sitting next to him at the bar. This guy seemed like his was a tall fellow, maybe six-four, Duo guessed. This guy had brown dreadlocks reaching past his jawline, Prussian blue eyes that reminded Duo of Heero, and a pair of platinum rings in this guy's left eyebrow. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt with the Quiksilver insignia, Duo noticed, and he had on a pair of baggy black jeans which were stopped a little bit below the knee by black boots with wide straps going across the leg of the boots. Over all of this was a sleeveless black trench coat.
"Bartender," the guy spoke in a deep and serious voice.
"How can I help you?" Clyde said.
"I would like a Kamikaze, if it isn't too much trouble."
"No, no trouble at all."
Clyde walked away for a moment to prepare this guy's drink. Then things got really interesting for Duo.
"You Duo Maxwell?" the guy asked Duo.
"Who wants to know?" Duo said suspiciously.
"The pilot of the Gundam in the L1 colony yesterday."
Duo's eyes got wide, wider than usual. He just stared at this guy, this pilot of the new Gundam he heard about from Hilde.
"Y-y-you're h-him?" Duo squeaked.
"Mm-hmm," the guy nodded. "Name's Tre Young, Gundam pilot zero-six."
"Uh-huh," Duo said. "Well, Tre Young, what do you want from me?"
"I need you to help me get rid of those British assholes."
"You a resistance fighter?" Clyde asked, putting Tre's drink down.
"You could say that," Tre answered.
"God knows I hate those British fuckers, too."
"I'm sure a lot of American people dislike them. Or even hate them."
"You got that right pal," Duo piped.
"So, Duo," Clyde started. "You gonna help this guy?"
"Clyde," Duo said. "If I had Deathscythe I would join this guy in a heartbeat."
"Seeing as you don't, then it would be hard to fight," Clyde said.
Just then, the sound of breaking glass and wood being smashed was heard. Several people started screaming as guns were being cocked and safeties being unlatched. Everyone immediately stopped screaming and scrambling around the bar. Then, a high ranking mobile suit pilot walked in. His face was covered by a British OZ cap and sunglasses. His rank was emminent of the uniform he wore. His voice broke the silence as he said,
"I'm looking for a Gundam pilot, his name is Duo Maxwell. Anybody know him?"
No one answered, then Clyde shouted,
"Hey, you're ruining my business."
"Calm down my good man," the pilot said. "My men and I will buy some drinks in a minute. First, we have to know where Duo Maxwell is. Do you know him?"
"Sorry," Clyde answered. "Haven't seen him for weeks. So, you guys going to order or what?"
The pilot seemed to consider this, then he said, "Yeah, all right."
The soldiers slowly lowered their guns and set the hammers to their safe positions. The soldiers slung their guns onto their backs and took the remaining seats at the bar, ordering domestic brews and imports. The high ranking pilot sat next to Tre, then removed his cap and glasses. Tre had a look of surprise when he saw this guy.
'Bleach blonde spikes, pale green eyes, short beard, and a bad attiutde,' Tre thought. 'I know this guy.'
Tre had to know for sure if it was Shawn Chamberlin. So he asked,
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be Shawn Chamberlin, would you?"
"Why yes I would," Shawn replied with a haughty air. "How did you know?"
"Four years ago, you had a 'relationship' with Nikki Young, right?"
"What?" Shawn said, shocked. "How did you know?"
Tre was slowly releasing the safety on his pistol, while keeping this guy busy.
"How I know is that she is my sister," Tre said, anger dripping off his words.
"You're Tre Young?" Shawn said aghast.
Tre then pulled the gun out and pointed it at Shawn's head. Quickly, he cocked the hammer, ready to fire. The rest of the soldiers saw what was happening and they crowded around Tre, cocking the hammers and resetting the slides. Tre looked about him quickly, and smiled at Shawn.
"Never underestimate your opponents Shawn," Tre said.
Tre then kicked the guy behind him, sending him toppling backwards, and pistol whipped the guy on his right once, seized his arm, pulled him in front as a human shield. Tre pulled the trigger on the soldier's machine gun, while Tre circled around. Some soldiers ducked while others were hit by the bullets in the heart or vital organs. Another soldier plugged the soldier Tre was using as a shield. The body shook with the impact of the bullets and blood sprayed everywhere. Tre sent the human shield flying into the other soldier. Tre then fell to his knees, pulled the other pistol out and pumped the live soldier full of lead with both guns. The live soldier was whipped to and fro by the bullets hitting him in the left and right lungs, alternately. Both bodies hit the floor, with sickening thuds. Tre holstered the two empty pistols, twirled on his knees and produced the shotgun. One soldier stood behind Tre and was prepared to fire, then Duo broke a full bottle of beer over that soldiers head, rendering him unconscious. Rolling onto his back, then flipping over onto his feet, Tre stood up and plugged the soldier at the back of the bar, blood spraying the back wall. This soldier fell on his knees, blood spurting from his mouth, and fell face first on the floor. One soldier was left and he tried his machine gun, but it was empty. Tre tried his shotgun, it was empty. Both men threw their weapons on the ground and started hand-to-hand combat.
Tre threw off his trench coat and pulled out his switchblade. He opened it, not reciting the incantation that would transform him. He slashed at the soldier, but was not getting anywhere. He heard the soldier's thoughts and jabbed the blade at him. The soldier blocked with his forearm, then Tre gave him a good left hook, then hit the soldier with his elbow. Tre palmed the guys nose, breaking it and making the soldier's eyes tear up. The soldier was bent over, hands over his broken nose. Tre held onto his hair, and kneed the soldier in the face...hard. The soldier flew backwards, then Tre stabbed the soldier in the heart, then sliced through his lung. The soldier gagged on his own blood, then collapsed to the floor and died. Shawn managed to slip out of the bar during the struggle, unnoticed.
"You must be a popular person to attract this much attention with the Brits," Duo said.
"Yeah," Tre admitted. "I am."
Clyde and the rest of the people in the bar gawked at the carnage one guy could produce and not getting a scratch on him. Tre picked his coat up off the floor and downed his drink, slamming the glass down and sighing loudly.
Tre looked to Duo and said,
"Meet me at the downtown park." Duo nodded. Tre started to walk out, then threw a wad of bills at Clyde.
"That's for the drink and to clean this place up," Tre said. "Sorry about the mess."
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Heero spotted Tre at the entrance of the park and walked to meet him on the sidewalk.
"Duo will be here any minute," Tre told Heero.
"Hn," was Heero's reply.
"I had a little trouble at the bar with some British mobile suit pilots."
"Yeah, I saw their suits lined up at the elevator entrance."
"Did anyone spot the Gundams?"
"No."
"Well, the Brits are going to invade this colony with more suits as well, so we might as well get ready until Duo--"
"Hey, Tre! Heero!" Duo called across the park.
He ran to where they were standing. Tre then told Duo that there would be more suits coming into the colony.
"What would I fight in?" Duo asked urgently.
"The Deathscythe," Heero answered flatly.
"Hello, I blew it up on Earth, Heero," Duo said, exasperated.
"I have a new one sitting in the elevator," Tre said. "Will you help me fight the British, or do you want to return to your peaceful life until they find you again?"
Duo answered quickly, "I'll fight with you."
"Good," Heero said. "Now stay here."
Duo stayed where he was, while Tre and Heero ran off. Pretty soon, Duo felt the ground beneath him shaking, and he ran for cover by climbing into a tree. Then the trees on the North side of the park snapped and revealed seven mobile suits: one white Serpent, five black Virgos, and one black Taurus. The Serpent had the lead, since it was the manned suit, and it looked this way and that for any activity. The park was abandoned today for some strange reason, but that wasn't bothering Duo at the moment. The suits were getting awfully close to his tree. That's when Duo heard the roar of rocket motors overhead and tried to get a good look through the foliage.
He saw the Zero carrying Deathscythe and another mobile suit flying alongside the Zero. The new mobile suit drew a sword and started to dive at the mobile suits on the ground. The Serpent opened fire first, followed by the Virgos and the Taurus. The new suit just dodged the slugs like they were nothing. It brought the sword in front of it as the suit swung itself so that it would land on its feet. Then, it opened up the throttle in the wings, slowing its descent so it wouldn't be a suicide landing, and tore at the Virgos with its sword. It managed to slice one Virgo from its shoulder to its waist, the doll then exploded. Duo finally managed to get a good look at this new suit. He saw what it was and gasped.
"It's a-it's a-it's a Gundam!" Duo said.
"Exactly Duo," Heero said from the Zero, while charging the Buster rifle and firing.
The rest of the Virgos disappeared after the beam dissapated. It was just the Taurus, which was being mauled by the new Gundam, and the Serpent. The new Gundam finally slashed the Taurus into multiple pieces before the doll exploded. The Zero went after the Serpent, its beam saber ignited and glowing green.
"Duo!" Tre's voice yelled through speakers. "Get in the Deathscythe!"
Duo ran to the Neo Deathscythe Hell and jumped in the cockpit. He strapped himself in quickly, closed the cockpit door, and the Deathscythe rose from the ground. The black cape conformed to the movements of the suit like it was fabric. Deathscythe stood up and spread its wings. It then drew both scythes from its back, ignited the beam weapons, and twirled them around before crossing them in front of itself. DreadScythe sheathed the sword and ignited the arm blades. It held the weapons in preparation to strike. The Buster rifle on Zero was brimming at the barrels with the energy it longed to release at the Serpent.
The Serpent, seeing as it was outnumbered and outmatched, pointed its Gatlings at the nearest building and was prepared to fire, until Deathscythe performed a flying tackle at the enemy machine and held the scythes above the cockpit door. Without warning, a bright flash went off from the Serpent's right arm. All the Gundam pilots were blinded by the light, and Duo felt the Deathscythe shift as the Serpent managed to escape. Shawn's voice was heard on the comm system in the Gundam cockpits.
"Well, and I have managed to see a Gundam or three, and will live to tell about it."
The three Gundams looked up to see the Serpent going full throttle toward the elevator.
"Well," Tre said. "What a good day this has been so far."
"Yeah? Speak for yourself," Duo pouted. "I didn't get to any pilots today."
"Quit your whining," Heero said.
"OK, let's get going fellas," Tre said.
DreadScythe started walking toward the elevator, then raised its wings, and blasted off. Zero followed suit, and so did Deathscythe, whose wings were folded as if the Gundam were to dive from the sky. All three suits reached the elevator and flew to the outside. DreadScythe was speeding around the rim of the colony toward the shuttle hangar. The Gundam slowed itself and entered the hangar. It walked to its pod on the shuttle and got in. The Zero got into the pod below the pod DreadScythe was in, and the Deathscythe crawled into the pod below Zero's. All the pod doors closed around the mobile suits, and inside the aft cabin the three pilots met up. Then, they all walked to the flight deck to prepare for takeoff.
Tre gained clearance and retracted the shuttle's gear as it rose off the floor. It then slowly thrusted backwards and turned around once clear of the hangar and the colony. Then, the motors fired up and the shuttle blasted off toward the L3 colony where Trowa's circus was.