Aloha, bienvenidos, guten tag, bonjour, and hello. Here is the Trowa encounter. We also find that two of the pilots we've followed so far are aabout to grow a close friendship with each other, NOT a sexual relationship. I will not put any yaoi content in here, all heterosexual, okay? I'm sorry to the gay community if they are offended, but this is my fic and I will decide what goes in it. Sorry :) Any who, I would really like to know what you think good pairings would be. I think I have it all figured out, but I want to hear from the fans first. So, read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, which is rightful property of Surise, TV/Sotsu Agency and Asahi TV. Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me, but to Naoko Takeuchi. Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns are my property, so no use w/o my consent.
Chapter 10 - Trowa Barton
"Trowa," the circus manager yelled. "You're on in five minutes!"
"OK," Trowa called back.
He was all set to go, decked in his clown costume and all. Catherine stood by him as they peeked out into the crowd. It was a full house! Not a seat left!
"Well, Trowa," Catherine started. "It seems everyone is coming to see your performance."
"Not just me Cathy."
"What makes you say that?"
"You and the other acts are just as good, if not better."
"You're so sweet, Trowa."
"Ladies and gentleman," the manager began. "Boys and girls of all ages. I am proud to present our next act of daring and skill, the king of the beasts and the clown!"
The crowd cheered and clapped their hands as the lion was brought out, then Trowa stepped into the light, waving. His long bangs covered most his face from view, but his dark green eyes shone with intensity. He had gotten quite muscular since Mariemeia Barton started the war Dekim wanted. Nonetheless, he was still strong.
Trowa faced the lion, which was staring at Trowa from the opposite end of the ring. The lion raced at Trowa, roaring as it did. At the last possible moment, Trowa leapt into the air, flipped over and performed a 1440 twist, and landing one handed on the lion's back. Trowa continued to do a one handed hand stand while the lion ran around the ring. The crowd went nuts, clapping up a storm, whistles and cheers louder than a jet plane. Trowa slowly set himself onto the lion's back in a sitting position. He waved to the crowd, looking about.
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"Jesus," Tre groaned. "Why isn't there ANYONE in the fucking control room?"
"Maybe they're boning some chick who happened to be in the room," Duo offered.
"There's a circus performance tonight," Heero said. "Trowa is one of the main acts."
"Figures," Tre huffed. "Our man is a damned clown."
"A damned GOOD clown," Duo declared. He smiled at the scowling Tre.
The shuttle has been sitting outside the colony for about half an hour waiting for docking clearance. Tre was angry that no one was in the control room to guide them in or more importantly, clear them. Tre was fed up, then said,
"Fuck it, I'm getting my own clearance to dock."
"Suit yourself," Heero said.
He was beginning to really trust Tre. The two hadn't spoken in the presence of others, but each had a lot to say. Tre shared the tragedy of Lory to Heero. He had never opened up to anyone so freely about that topic. Heero told Tre about the little girl and her dog, how he had felt some compassion, guilt, and sorrow deep within but stuffed it down so it wouldn't interfere with his being the Perfect Soldier. Heero often slept in Tre's quarters, accompanying Tre even in their sleep (AN: Please read the notes at the top, if you haven't already. Heero and Tre are not gay, just close friends). The two were really on a good start of becoming good friends. They kept each others' secrets locked away with their own secrets.
So, Tre thrusted his way into the docking hangar very carefully. He adjusted his thrust bursts to not be so powerful. Finally, he lowered the gear and touched down. Another smooth landing. Tre saw that this colony could have the hangar door locked and the cavernous room pressurized to sustain life and to allow large cargo craft entrance into the colony.
Tre pulled his spacesuit on over his white long sleeve Jnco shirt and khaki Jnco shorts hanging below his knee. He locked his helmet on once his suit was fitted and climbed into the airlock. The chamber hissed of releasing air, then Tre opened the hatch. He slowly dropped down and walked to the hangar door control, throwing the switch. The large doors came upon each other and shut with a shuddering boom. Once the doors closed, the gravity kicked in. Tre activated the pressurization sequence and soon, the hangar was fit to breathe in. Tre took of the helmet and suit, then walked over to the shuttle hatch. He threw his gear into the hatch, then jumped and grasped the ledge. He pulled himself in and threw open the other door to the airlock, poking his head in.
"Guess what?" Tre said.
"What?" Duo asked.
"We're gonna drive to Trowa's circus."
"COOL!" Duo exclaimed.
"Hn," Heero answered, his arms crossed.
Tre unloaded the Rush Extreme from his shuttle's cargo bay and started the engine. He revved the roaring machine, excitement crossing his face. Duo and Heero climbed in after they opened the doors leading into the colony. Duo sat in the back, while Heero sat in the front passenger seat. All the seats were black leather and smelled great. The floor upholstery was leather, too. The dashboard gauges illuminated in powder blue numbers with white needles. The oil pressure was good, the engine temperature was just right, and the fuel tank was full.
Tre buckled up, bring shoulder straps from behind him and lap belts over his waist into the buckle over his waistline. Heero and Duo did the same, seeing as their driver was a precautious one. Tre revved the engine some more, just for the sound of those pipes.
"You guys ready?" Tre asked, adjusting his mirrors.
"Ready," said Heero and Duo in unison.
Tre punched the gas immediately and they sped into the colony. Once Tre heard the engine rev to a certain point, he equalled of the gas and onto the clutch, shifting into second gear, then equalling onto the accelerator again. The whole operation took no more than a split second. In about 45 seconds, Tre had shifted all the way up to sixth gear, and was going about 232 miles per hour. That all changed when Tre shifted into seventh gear, now going at 275 miles per hour. Everything flashed by the car in an instant, so there was no time to see things out the window. Duo was bored, so he started a conversation with Tre.
"So Tre, how many rings do you have on your face?"
"Seven," Tre said, shifting into eighth. "Two on my left eyebrow, two on my right earlobe, two more on my left earlobe, and one more near the top of my left ear."
"Wow! Who did it for ya?"
"Myself, I began them under Doctor X's supervision on my own."
Duo let this sink in a little before he said, "Damn."
"Yeah," Tre said.
He shifted down into seventh, allowing the car to slow a little bit before Tre would stomp the brakes and do his famous parallel parking spin. The car slowed just enough, the Tre jumped on the brake and the clutch. The tires began to screech and the engine idled as Tre downshifted quickly. He then wrenched the wheel hard to the left, sending the car into a spin. Duo covered his head and brought his knees around his skull. Then, the screeching stopped, the car lurched right then left, and stopping. Tre turned the engine off, took out the key, and unbuckled. He opened his door and got out.
"Well," he leaned in through the doorway. "You two coming or not?"
"Yeah," Heero said, monotone.
"Duo?" Tre said.
"Sure," Duo said, lowering his legs and resting his arms.
He undid his belts and got out from behind Tre's seat. Heero had slammed his door shut and was standing on the sidewalk, waiting. Tre pushed the seat back and shut his door. He pressed a button on the door and the car locked.
Heero's yellow sneakers contacted the ground softly and unnoticeably. Duo's boots thudded against the cement pavement. And Tre's black skateboard shoes passed over the pavement without a sound. He was trained to be very quiet, and quiet he was. He motioned to the other two pilots over to the carts and cages off the edge of the big top. There next to the lion's cage, long brown bangs and all, was Trowa.
He was wearing the usual outfit, blue long sleeve shirt, white slacks, and dusty black battalion boots. Trowa was thought to just be a quiet circus performer and nothing more. Well, some knew he was a former Gundam pilot, but that didn't stop him from enjoying his peaceful life traveling with the circus. He barely noticed the other pilots approaching him, until Duo yelled out,
"Hey, Trowa!"
"Huh? Duo! It's good to see you again," Trowa said.
Heero and Tre had caught up with Duo, whom ran to Trowa instead of walking. Trowa then saw Tre and Heero standing idly by the cages while Trowa and Duo chatted for a little while. Well, Duo chatted, Trowa listened. Finally, Trowa walked to the other pilots.
"Heero," Trowa said.
"Trowa," Heero replied.
"Trowa Barton, I presume?" Tre said.
"Yeah," Trowa said. "That's me."
"I'm Tre Young, the pilot of Gundam zero-six, the DreadScythe."
"I heard about that new Gundam in the L1 colony. That must have been yours."
"Yup," Tre said. "The reason these two are with me is because I'm recruiting all the former Gundam pilots to help in a fight against British forces."
"This colony's mobile suit military has been preparing for a war with the British. Figured I might leave the circus to help since I have some experience."
"But we need you in a Gundam."
"Sorry," Trowa said. "I blew it up on Earth early last year."
"That's why he has a rebuilt Heavyarms in a shuttle waiting for us," Heero jumped in.
"Oh," was all Trowa said.
"So, you going to come with old buddy?" Duo said, giving Trowa a slap on the back.
"Yeah, count me in," Trowa said, smiling.
"All right," Tre said, shaking Trowa's hand. "Let's get going then."
"Let me pack my stuff," Trowa said as he walked to his trailer.
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"This time, he won't get away alive," Shawn seethed in the cockpit of his Serpent.
He was waiting outside the colony elevator that a squadron of Virgos had ridden down into the colony. When he saw that the elevator had come back up, he flew the Serpent onto the platform and it started to lower the suit into the colony. Then, the suit got in the middle of the Virgos and headed toward the circus.
"Now you will not live to tell this tale of your life, Tre Young," Shawn hissed.
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Off in the distance, Tre heard the rumble of approaching mobile suits. He ran into the trailer Trowa walked into and sought him out.
"Trowa!" Tre called.
"What?" Trowa answered.
"There are approaching mobile suits. Heero, Duo, and I will go back and bring you Heavyarms so stay here, all right?"
"OK," Trowa said.
Trowa pulled an empty gun from his bag and stuck a fresh clip into the weapon. He squeezed the trigger and the slide went to its normal position with a loud click. Trowa then stuck it into his belt. He pulled the drawstring on his bag and got out of the trailer. He was on his way to the tent when he heard it. The faint thundering of nearing mobile suits. Trowa ran into the tent and found Catherine.
"Trowa," she cried. "What's going on?"
"Get into a safe hiding place, Cathy," Trowa yelled over the screams of fleeing circus-goers.
Trowa ran out again. He cocked the hammer on his gun as he ran and ducked behind a truck.
A Virgo was not ten yards from his position. Trowa could clearly see the camera behind the purple glass. Trowa took careful aim with his gun and fired one shot. The window shattered and the camera was set into a sparking wreck. The mobile doll just swiveled its head around, blinded, and stumbled. Trowa saw a white Serpent come up behind the disabled Virgo and the former pushed the latter onto the ground and shot it with the Gatlings on its left arm. The mobile doll was torn apart by the unceasing barrage. It finally exploded and was engulfed in bright orange flames. The Serpent looked this way and that, its camera glowing. Trowa took aim, ready to fire until he heard metal being cut into by an energy beam.
Trowa saw a Gundam standing over a Virgo, its black-bladed energy scythe poised in an after stroke position. This Gundam looked almost human with its black dreads hanging down the sides of its head and its muscular looking torso. The legs looked as though they were clothed in baggy black pants, which were then black boots from the middle of the shin, down. It had the same wings as Wing Gundam did, Trowa noticed.
'This must be DreadScythe,' Trowa thought.
DreadScythe was flanked by Wing Zero and Deathscythe. Zero had its beam saber in its right hand, the shield and the Buster rifle in the left. Deathscythe had two twin-bladed scythes at the ready. Then, Deathscythe's cape opened and spread enormous wings, then folded them back just a little. DreadScythe lowered its wings, put the scythe on its back and pulled out the beam rifle on its right leg. It squeezed the trigger immediately and a spray of bullets flew at the remaining mobile dolls, the suits shuddering from the high-velocity rounds. They fell to the ground, smoking and with numerous holes in their bodies.
There was three Virgos which managed to raise their shields in time. They stood unharmed. Then, DreadScythe holstered its weapon and motioned to the other Gundams. The Zero and the Deathscythe flew full blast at two of the remaining Virgos. The Zero slashed and stabbed the Virgo it fought, then kicked it to the ground, where it exploded. The Deathscythe circled with the Virgo, twirled the scythes over each other, arm over arm, then held them steady. The Virgo charged its gun, then without warning, the Deathscythe swung both scythes at the Virgo, one chopping off the head, the other slicing through the torso. The head clattered to the ground while fuel and oil spilled from the torso. The rest of the suit fell to the ground and leaked the fluids.
There was one Virgo left. The DreadScythe pointed up and the mobile doll looked. Trowa looked, too. Above them was a large and bulky shuttle flying very low. It then released something from the bottom. It looked like a another mobile suit. Then DreadScythe flipped the mobile doll the bird and the falling mobile suit fell right on top of the Virgo. The flattened Virgo moved shakily under this fallen mobile suit. Trowa saw it was a new Heavyarms.
Trowa stared in awe at the predominantly blue suit. Double Gatlings on each arm and blue boots that reached the middle of the shin, just like the other Gundam's boots. Trowa jumped onto the left leg in a single bound and started to walk across to the cockpit. Trowa propmtly climbed in, threw his bag in, strapped himself in, closed the door, and activated the suit. It rose to a standing position. It took its place next to the Zero, crouched slightly, and raised its arms. The four Gatling guns let loose an unmerciful barrage on the crippled Virgo, setting it into a ball of fire. Trowa then trained his sights on the Serpent and let loose again. The Serpent released all its missiles which impacted the bullets in mid-air, setting off a huge explosion. All five suits were knocked away from each other.
Heavyarms blasted towards the Serpent in a flying tackle. The Serpent raised its Gatlings but too late. Heavyarms had pinned the Serpent to the ground and was removing its Gatlings. Heavyarms then ignited its blue arm blades and stabbed the camera of the Serpent, then its fuel cells. The suit exploded, sending Heavyarms toppling backwards.
Duo's voice came over the comm system.
"Trowa, you all right?"
"Yeah, Duo," Trowa replied. "This new Heavyarms is amazing."
"Thank Doctor X for redesigning it to be armored with Neo-Gundanium," Tre said.
"Neo-Gundanium?" Trowa asked. "Is that a new metal?"
"Yeah," Tre said. "Not only is it ten times stronger than Gundanium, it's also five times lighter and inpenetrable by an beam weapon."
"Let me see," Heero said.
He advanced the Zero on the DreadScythe and attempted to stab the DreadScythe. The Zero put all its might into this thrust, but the point just slid off the suit, leaving nothing on the DreadScythe.
"Hn," Heero said. "You're right."
"Told ya," Tre said.
"Peace out, Gundam pilots," a British voice said over the comm.
"No FUCKING WAY!" Tre yelled. "Trowa made your suit explode, no way you could have survived!"
"Ah, but there is a thing called ejection seats, Tre Young," the voice said again.
"Who are you?" Trowa demanded.
"Shawn Chamberlin," said the voice. "High Wing Commander of the British forty-fifth Mobile Suit Division."
"You fuck," Tre seethed.
"Tah tah," Shawn said.
"SHIT!" Tre yelled as he slammed his fist against the right viewscreen. "SON OF A GODDAMMED BITCH!!"
The glass broke, spider-webbing from where Tre's hand impacted the screen. Blood seeped down the screen, leaving a crimson trail sourced at the center of the web. Tre pulled his hand from the broken screen and inspected his wound.
It wasn't deep, but it bled like Hell. Tre reached behind his seat and groped for the first aid kit. His hand closed over it and he brought it into his lap.
"Let's get back to the shuttle," Tre said, ripping some gauze with his teeth and free hand.
He pressed the pedals that moved the Gundam's feet to walk back to the shuttle.
"Tre," Duo's voice came over the comm. "You want me to bring your car back?"
"Yeah, Duo," Tre said. "But be careful with her."
"No problem," Duo said.
Deathscythe picked the black car up very carefully as the remaining Gundams walked toward the hangar. DreadScythe blasted off first, then Zero, then Heavyarms. Deathscythe held the car carefully and blasted off as well.
Trowa looked back at the circus, and sent a mental message he hoped his sister could hear.
'Good bye, Catherine.'
Please excuse the language use, but I really want to convey the drama in this story. However, maybe I should up the rating to NC-17. Just realize that Tre is very temprimental and easily angered. He does regain his cool, though, so the language will tone down a little bit.
-Static Scythe
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, which is rightful property of Surise, TV/Sotsu Agency and Asahi TV. Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me, but to Naoko Takeuchi. Tre Young/Sailor Universe and Pyrone Reigns are my property, so no use w/o my consent.
Chapter 10 - Trowa Barton
"Trowa," the circus manager yelled. "You're on in five minutes!"
"OK," Trowa called back.
He was all set to go, decked in his clown costume and all. Catherine stood by him as they peeked out into the crowd. It was a full house! Not a seat left!
"Well, Trowa," Catherine started. "It seems everyone is coming to see your performance."
"Not just me Cathy."
"What makes you say that?"
"You and the other acts are just as good, if not better."
"You're so sweet, Trowa."
"Ladies and gentleman," the manager began. "Boys and girls of all ages. I am proud to present our next act of daring and skill, the king of the beasts and the clown!"
The crowd cheered and clapped their hands as the lion was brought out, then Trowa stepped into the light, waving. His long bangs covered most his face from view, but his dark green eyes shone with intensity. He had gotten quite muscular since Mariemeia Barton started the war Dekim wanted. Nonetheless, he was still strong.
Trowa faced the lion, which was staring at Trowa from the opposite end of the ring. The lion raced at Trowa, roaring as it did. At the last possible moment, Trowa leapt into the air, flipped over and performed a 1440 twist, and landing one handed on the lion's back. Trowa continued to do a one handed hand stand while the lion ran around the ring. The crowd went nuts, clapping up a storm, whistles and cheers louder than a jet plane. Trowa slowly set himself onto the lion's back in a sitting position. He waved to the crowd, looking about.
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"Jesus," Tre groaned. "Why isn't there ANYONE in the fucking control room?"
"Maybe they're boning some chick who happened to be in the room," Duo offered.
"There's a circus performance tonight," Heero said. "Trowa is one of the main acts."
"Figures," Tre huffed. "Our man is a damned clown."
"A damned GOOD clown," Duo declared. He smiled at the scowling Tre.
The shuttle has been sitting outside the colony for about half an hour waiting for docking clearance. Tre was angry that no one was in the control room to guide them in or more importantly, clear them. Tre was fed up, then said,
"Fuck it, I'm getting my own clearance to dock."
"Suit yourself," Heero said.
He was beginning to really trust Tre. The two hadn't spoken in the presence of others, but each had a lot to say. Tre shared the tragedy of Lory to Heero. He had never opened up to anyone so freely about that topic. Heero told Tre about the little girl and her dog, how he had felt some compassion, guilt, and sorrow deep within but stuffed it down so it wouldn't interfere with his being the Perfect Soldier. Heero often slept in Tre's quarters, accompanying Tre even in their sleep (AN: Please read the notes at the top, if you haven't already. Heero and Tre are not gay, just close friends). The two were really on a good start of becoming good friends. They kept each others' secrets locked away with their own secrets.
So, Tre thrusted his way into the docking hangar very carefully. He adjusted his thrust bursts to not be so powerful. Finally, he lowered the gear and touched down. Another smooth landing. Tre saw that this colony could have the hangar door locked and the cavernous room pressurized to sustain life and to allow large cargo craft entrance into the colony.
Tre pulled his spacesuit on over his white long sleeve Jnco shirt and khaki Jnco shorts hanging below his knee. He locked his helmet on once his suit was fitted and climbed into the airlock. The chamber hissed of releasing air, then Tre opened the hatch. He slowly dropped down and walked to the hangar door control, throwing the switch. The large doors came upon each other and shut with a shuddering boom. Once the doors closed, the gravity kicked in. Tre activated the pressurization sequence and soon, the hangar was fit to breathe in. Tre took of the helmet and suit, then walked over to the shuttle hatch. He threw his gear into the hatch, then jumped and grasped the ledge. He pulled himself in and threw open the other door to the airlock, poking his head in.
"Guess what?" Tre said.
"What?" Duo asked.
"We're gonna drive to Trowa's circus."
"COOL!" Duo exclaimed.
"Hn," Heero answered, his arms crossed.
Tre unloaded the Rush Extreme from his shuttle's cargo bay and started the engine. He revved the roaring machine, excitement crossing his face. Duo and Heero climbed in after they opened the doors leading into the colony. Duo sat in the back, while Heero sat in the front passenger seat. All the seats were black leather and smelled great. The floor upholstery was leather, too. The dashboard gauges illuminated in powder blue numbers with white needles. The oil pressure was good, the engine temperature was just right, and the fuel tank was full.
Tre buckled up, bring shoulder straps from behind him and lap belts over his waist into the buckle over his waistline. Heero and Duo did the same, seeing as their driver was a precautious one. Tre revved the engine some more, just for the sound of those pipes.
"You guys ready?" Tre asked, adjusting his mirrors.
"Ready," said Heero and Duo in unison.
Tre punched the gas immediately and they sped into the colony. Once Tre heard the engine rev to a certain point, he equalled of the gas and onto the clutch, shifting into second gear, then equalling onto the accelerator again. The whole operation took no more than a split second. In about 45 seconds, Tre had shifted all the way up to sixth gear, and was going about 232 miles per hour. That all changed when Tre shifted into seventh gear, now going at 275 miles per hour. Everything flashed by the car in an instant, so there was no time to see things out the window. Duo was bored, so he started a conversation with Tre.
"So Tre, how many rings do you have on your face?"
"Seven," Tre said, shifting into eighth. "Two on my left eyebrow, two on my right earlobe, two more on my left earlobe, and one more near the top of my left ear."
"Wow! Who did it for ya?"
"Myself, I began them under Doctor X's supervision on my own."
Duo let this sink in a little before he said, "Damn."
"Yeah," Tre said.
He shifted down into seventh, allowing the car to slow a little bit before Tre would stomp the brakes and do his famous parallel parking spin. The car slowed just enough, the Tre jumped on the brake and the clutch. The tires began to screech and the engine idled as Tre downshifted quickly. He then wrenched the wheel hard to the left, sending the car into a spin. Duo covered his head and brought his knees around his skull. Then, the screeching stopped, the car lurched right then left, and stopping. Tre turned the engine off, took out the key, and unbuckled. He opened his door and got out.
"Well," he leaned in through the doorway. "You two coming or not?"
"Yeah," Heero said, monotone.
"Duo?" Tre said.
"Sure," Duo said, lowering his legs and resting his arms.
He undid his belts and got out from behind Tre's seat. Heero had slammed his door shut and was standing on the sidewalk, waiting. Tre pushed the seat back and shut his door. He pressed a button on the door and the car locked.
Heero's yellow sneakers contacted the ground softly and unnoticeably. Duo's boots thudded against the cement pavement. And Tre's black skateboard shoes passed over the pavement without a sound. He was trained to be very quiet, and quiet he was. He motioned to the other two pilots over to the carts and cages off the edge of the big top. There next to the lion's cage, long brown bangs and all, was Trowa.
He was wearing the usual outfit, blue long sleeve shirt, white slacks, and dusty black battalion boots. Trowa was thought to just be a quiet circus performer and nothing more. Well, some knew he was a former Gundam pilot, but that didn't stop him from enjoying his peaceful life traveling with the circus. He barely noticed the other pilots approaching him, until Duo yelled out,
"Hey, Trowa!"
"Huh? Duo! It's good to see you again," Trowa said.
Heero and Tre had caught up with Duo, whom ran to Trowa instead of walking. Trowa then saw Tre and Heero standing idly by the cages while Trowa and Duo chatted for a little while. Well, Duo chatted, Trowa listened. Finally, Trowa walked to the other pilots.
"Heero," Trowa said.
"Trowa," Heero replied.
"Trowa Barton, I presume?" Tre said.
"Yeah," Trowa said. "That's me."
"I'm Tre Young, the pilot of Gundam zero-six, the DreadScythe."
"I heard about that new Gundam in the L1 colony. That must have been yours."
"Yup," Tre said. "The reason these two are with me is because I'm recruiting all the former Gundam pilots to help in a fight against British forces."
"This colony's mobile suit military has been preparing for a war with the British. Figured I might leave the circus to help since I have some experience."
"But we need you in a Gundam."
"Sorry," Trowa said. "I blew it up on Earth early last year."
"That's why he has a rebuilt Heavyarms in a shuttle waiting for us," Heero jumped in.
"Oh," was all Trowa said.
"So, you going to come with old buddy?" Duo said, giving Trowa a slap on the back.
"Yeah, count me in," Trowa said, smiling.
"All right," Tre said, shaking Trowa's hand. "Let's get going then."
"Let me pack my stuff," Trowa said as he walked to his trailer.
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"This time, he won't get away alive," Shawn seethed in the cockpit of his Serpent.
He was waiting outside the colony elevator that a squadron of Virgos had ridden down into the colony. When he saw that the elevator had come back up, he flew the Serpent onto the platform and it started to lower the suit into the colony. Then, the suit got in the middle of the Virgos and headed toward the circus.
"Now you will not live to tell this tale of your life, Tre Young," Shawn hissed.
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Off in the distance, Tre heard the rumble of approaching mobile suits. He ran into the trailer Trowa walked into and sought him out.
"Trowa!" Tre called.
"What?" Trowa answered.
"There are approaching mobile suits. Heero, Duo, and I will go back and bring you Heavyarms so stay here, all right?"
"OK," Trowa said.
Trowa pulled an empty gun from his bag and stuck a fresh clip into the weapon. He squeezed the trigger and the slide went to its normal position with a loud click. Trowa then stuck it into his belt. He pulled the drawstring on his bag and got out of the trailer. He was on his way to the tent when he heard it. The faint thundering of nearing mobile suits. Trowa ran into the tent and found Catherine.
"Trowa," she cried. "What's going on?"
"Get into a safe hiding place, Cathy," Trowa yelled over the screams of fleeing circus-goers.
Trowa ran out again. He cocked the hammer on his gun as he ran and ducked behind a truck.
A Virgo was not ten yards from his position. Trowa could clearly see the camera behind the purple glass. Trowa took careful aim with his gun and fired one shot. The window shattered and the camera was set into a sparking wreck. The mobile doll just swiveled its head around, blinded, and stumbled. Trowa saw a white Serpent come up behind the disabled Virgo and the former pushed the latter onto the ground and shot it with the Gatlings on its left arm. The mobile doll was torn apart by the unceasing barrage. It finally exploded and was engulfed in bright orange flames. The Serpent looked this way and that, its camera glowing. Trowa took aim, ready to fire until he heard metal being cut into by an energy beam.
Trowa saw a Gundam standing over a Virgo, its black-bladed energy scythe poised in an after stroke position. This Gundam looked almost human with its black dreads hanging down the sides of its head and its muscular looking torso. The legs looked as though they were clothed in baggy black pants, which were then black boots from the middle of the shin, down. It had the same wings as Wing Gundam did, Trowa noticed.
'This must be DreadScythe,' Trowa thought.
DreadScythe was flanked by Wing Zero and Deathscythe. Zero had its beam saber in its right hand, the shield and the Buster rifle in the left. Deathscythe had two twin-bladed scythes at the ready. Then, Deathscythe's cape opened and spread enormous wings, then folded them back just a little. DreadScythe lowered its wings, put the scythe on its back and pulled out the beam rifle on its right leg. It squeezed the trigger immediately and a spray of bullets flew at the remaining mobile dolls, the suits shuddering from the high-velocity rounds. They fell to the ground, smoking and with numerous holes in their bodies.
There was three Virgos which managed to raise their shields in time. They stood unharmed. Then, DreadScythe holstered its weapon and motioned to the other Gundams. The Zero and the Deathscythe flew full blast at two of the remaining Virgos. The Zero slashed and stabbed the Virgo it fought, then kicked it to the ground, where it exploded. The Deathscythe circled with the Virgo, twirled the scythes over each other, arm over arm, then held them steady. The Virgo charged its gun, then without warning, the Deathscythe swung both scythes at the Virgo, one chopping off the head, the other slicing through the torso. The head clattered to the ground while fuel and oil spilled from the torso. The rest of the suit fell to the ground and leaked the fluids.
There was one Virgo left. The DreadScythe pointed up and the mobile doll looked. Trowa looked, too. Above them was a large and bulky shuttle flying very low. It then released something from the bottom. It looked like a another mobile suit. Then DreadScythe flipped the mobile doll the bird and the falling mobile suit fell right on top of the Virgo. The flattened Virgo moved shakily under this fallen mobile suit. Trowa saw it was a new Heavyarms.
Trowa stared in awe at the predominantly blue suit. Double Gatlings on each arm and blue boots that reached the middle of the shin, just like the other Gundam's boots. Trowa jumped onto the left leg in a single bound and started to walk across to the cockpit. Trowa propmtly climbed in, threw his bag in, strapped himself in, closed the door, and activated the suit. It rose to a standing position. It took its place next to the Zero, crouched slightly, and raised its arms. The four Gatling guns let loose an unmerciful barrage on the crippled Virgo, setting it into a ball of fire. Trowa then trained his sights on the Serpent and let loose again. The Serpent released all its missiles which impacted the bullets in mid-air, setting off a huge explosion. All five suits were knocked away from each other.
Heavyarms blasted towards the Serpent in a flying tackle. The Serpent raised its Gatlings but too late. Heavyarms had pinned the Serpent to the ground and was removing its Gatlings. Heavyarms then ignited its blue arm blades and stabbed the camera of the Serpent, then its fuel cells. The suit exploded, sending Heavyarms toppling backwards.
Duo's voice came over the comm system.
"Trowa, you all right?"
"Yeah, Duo," Trowa replied. "This new Heavyarms is amazing."
"Thank Doctor X for redesigning it to be armored with Neo-Gundanium," Tre said.
"Neo-Gundanium?" Trowa asked. "Is that a new metal?"
"Yeah," Tre said. "Not only is it ten times stronger than Gundanium, it's also five times lighter and inpenetrable by an beam weapon."
"Let me see," Heero said.
He advanced the Zero on the DreadScythe and attempted to stab the DreadScythe. The Zero put all its might into this thrust, but the point just slid off the suit, leaving nothing on the DreadScythe.
"Hn," Heero said. "You're right."
"Told ya," Tre said.
"Peace out, Gundam pilots," a British voice said over the comm.
"No FUCKING WAY!" Tre yelled. "Trowa made your suit explode, no way you could have survived!"
"Ah, but there is a thing called ejection seats, Tre Young," the voice said again.
"Who are you?" Trowa demanded.
"Shawn Chamberlin," said the voice. "High Wing Commander of the British forty-fifth Mobile Suit Division."
"You fuck," Tre seethed.
"Tah tah," Shawn said.
"SHIT!" Tre yelled as he slammed his fist against the right viewscreen. "SON OF A GODDAMMED BITCH!!"
The glass broke, spider-webbing from where Tre's hand impacted the screen. Blood seeped down the screen, leaving a crimson trail sourced at the center of the web. Tre pulled his hand from the broken screen and inspected his wound.
It wasn't deep, but it bled like Hell. Tre reached behind his seat and groped for the first aid kit. His hand closed over it and he brought it into his lap.
"Let's get back to the shuttle," Tre said, ripping some gauze with his teeth and free hand.
He pressed the pedals that moved the Gundam's feet to walk back to the shuttle.
"Tre," Duo's voice came over the comm. "You want me to bring your car back?"
"Yeah, Duo," Tre said. "But be careful with her."
"No problem," Duo said.
Deathscythe picked the black car up very carefully as the remaining Gundams walked toward the hangar. DreadScythe blasted off first, then Zero, then Heavyarms. Deathscythe held the car carefully and blasted off as well.
Trowa looked back at the circus, and sent a mental message he hoped his sister could hear.
'Good bye, Catherine.'
Please excuse the language use, but I really want to convey the drama in this story. However, maybe I should up the rating to NC-17. Just realize that Tre is very temprimental and easily angered. He does regain his cool, though, so the language will tone down a little bit.
-Static Scythe