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bMisplaced in Space - Chapter Nine; Everybody's Insane, Damn It/b
She was insane. That was it. She was totally insane. How could she have let them talk her into this? And yet, there Anna stood. Right in front of the door to Zechs' office, holding what the others had called a peace offering...a tray of sushi, a stuffed polar bear, and a card, which had been homemade; after all, they had to make peace on a budget.
Finally after all their pranks the teens had finally decided to try sweet-talking Zechs into lightening up on the surveillance. When deciding on whom to do the talking, her four companions had automatically elected her.
"Besides," Nicole had pointed out, "You're the one who wants his man-meat."
The shorthaired girl sighed, ruffling her red and black mane. "I just get no respect," she muttered as she reached up to knock upon the large double doors. Before she could knock the door had flown open, and there above her stood Zechs, decked out in his usual attire, though she tried to ignore the fact that his white pants had turned a quite girly shade of pink.
At first his face was hard, cold as ice. Once he realized who had come to his door, his look softened a bit. "Hello."
She blushed a bit, staring up at the tall man. She had never noticed just how tall the Marquis really was. After a moment she noticed he was giving her a funny look and shook her head. "Er, um, hi! The others have a peace offering for you..." She cringed as she held up the basket full of eclectic items.
He looked down at the odd assortment of items. "...A peace offering?"
"Um, yeah," she answered his rhetorical question, pointing out the different items. "Kryss and Nicole got you some sushi, the bear's from Ashley, and me and Nick made you the card." She picked up the construction-paper token, which held their words of apology for all their trouble making and handed it to him.
Once the white-haired man had read the card he walked over to his desk and seated himself. "So what's the catch?" he asked, eyeing his visitor.
"Stop babysitting us?" she suggested. Subtle Anna, she thought, real subtle.
Zechs chuckled and shook his head. "Not going to happen. I'm not going to risk anything with you kids."
"You know they'll keep causing trouble if you keep them under surveillance. More so than if you let them have their freedom and privacy," she countered, seating her self in the chair across from him. "Or haven't you noticed how pink your pants have become and how much damage they've been doing since you've installed your little surveillance rules?"
Zechs shrugged his broad shoulders, crossing his legs in a rather formal manner. "I can't have them stealing gundams like that."
She rolled her eyes. "Why not just give us access to them?"
"I won't have it! Coming in here trying to look all cute and persuade me to thinking your way is not going to work," he said firmly.
Anna's cheeks flamed. "Cute...?" she mumbled then shook off her blush and looked up. "Fine, have it your way!" she spat, standing and moving for the door.
"Anna?" he called as she opened the door.
"Hmm?" She turned her head, holding the door open for her escape.
He cleared his throat a bit, "Perhaps I'll see you at dinner tomorrow night, since the other pilots are a bit swamped with your trouble making roommates?"
That red color flew to her cheeks once more. "Um...maybe..." she mumbled before taking her leave.
Once the door had closed behind her, her four friends had pounced upon her to learn the details of her meeting with the nazi.
***
Now she was just beyond insane. How could she be doing this? She looked back at her roommates and sibling, whom waved her forward. She exhaled and looked down for the millionth time at the little black dress they had forced her into, grumbling angrily. "I need to kill something..." Anna would have much preferred to go with them... No sense worrying about it now. Besides, she was going to have dinner with Zechs! How many girls would ever be able to boast that?
With a deep inhalation of precious oxygen, she walked into the mass hall and blinked in surprise. All of the usual nighttime mechanics and Maganacs were gone. The tables were gone, the buffet was gone, and the whole cafeteria was immaculate. Only Zechs, some candles, the view of the stars, and a table set for two remained.
An uncommon shade of red flamed up on Zechs' cheeks...or perhaps it was only an illusion cast by the flickering candlelight? He strolled across the floor, his black boots clicking on the darkened tile. "Hello," he breathed.
The girl squirmed a bit. What in the hell had she just stumbled into? ...A date? With ZECHS?!
***
"This is excellent," Kryss cackled, steepling her fingers. "Now will Anna enchants the nazi with her non-nazi feminine wiles n' such, we will have run of the place!"
"And I have the perfect plan!" Ashley laughed, ushering her companions down the hall.
"...What're we doing in the hanger?" Nick asked once they had reached their destination, looking around, then back to their tall companion.
"What're we doing? ...We're going out for a little joyride!" She let loose a whoop and bound over to Altron.
The other girls exploded into a volley of giggles, shoving Nick over towards Sandrock in chase they needed a decoy Quatre to cover for them.
As she watched her friend crawl into Sandrock's cockpit Nicole thought cheerfully, Hope you don't mind the change in pilots, Sandrock...
I don't mind much...But I would have preferred you to pilot me..., she heard. Her eyes went wide as she stared up at the massive 04 gundam, her body stiffening. Could that gundam be speaking to her...? No way! She shook it off, closing the cockpit behind Nick.
After the impish twins had scurried over to Wing Zero and Deathscythe Hell, the four were out the hanger, through the airlock, and in space.
"Hey! Watch THIS!" Kryss squealed. Then a collection of small nearby asteroids had exploded.
"Sweet..." her brunette counterpart purred, blasting apart a larger asteroid with Wing Zero's Vulcans.
While the young girls amused themselves by making rocks explode, Ashley whirled in circles, testing the limits of Wufei's precious Nataku. "C'mon, Natty-baby, let's really fly!" she squealed, pushing the mecha to the brink of it's speed, whirring past Nicholas, whom was quite contented swinging about Sandrock's thermo dagger this way and that.
As the four were warming up to the gundams, a sudden ringing sound emitted from the communication controls in each of their hijacked gundams.
"Shit! It's the fuzz!" Nicole yelped.
"NICK! BE QUATRE!" Kryss screamed to the boy.
After the other girls had screamed at him a moment more he grudgingly answered the hail. On his screen appeared a rather elderly-looking man in a mechanic's uniform.
"Ah, Mr. Winner!" the man croaked, a smile chiseling into his old-as-dirt face.
Nick smiled his best Quatre smile. "Hello, sir. We were just out for a bit of, ah, exercise."
He blinked. "Oh? Well, carry on...And, well, excuse me, but...Is your hair darker?"
The boy flushed. "Ah, er, no! It's just, uh, one of the lights is out in the cockpit. Yeah! I'll need to have that repaired when I get back. Could you please have that taken care of?"
"Of course, Mr. Winner...Well, I hope you and the other pilots enjoy your exercise..." the mechanic said cheerfully, tipping his hat to the young boy.
Nick bowed his head, clicking off the communications. Immediately after he'd done so he took a look around the cockpit then reached under the seat and pulled out a wrench, standing in his seat and reaching back, smashing one of the light bulbs to pieces whilst the girls began causing more explosions.
And Nicole could have sworn she heard a voice muttering, 'Ouch.'
***
Zechs looked up from his meal and out the window. "Did I just hear an explosion...?"
Anna nearly choked on a piece of meat at that, gagging a bit before swallowing hard. "Ah...an explosion? I didn't hear anything!"
"I'm sure I heard something...There, again! Where's that coming from?" the white-haired man moved to stand.
"No, I'm sure it's nothing!" she assured him, patting the top of a gloved hand, causing him to tentatively sit down.
Once he'd settled into his mean again, a loud 'BOOM!' sounded, and Zechs growled with agitation. "It has to be those damn kids!" he grumbled, moving to stand again.
"I didn't hear anything! I really think you're losing it, Zechs...HEY, LOOK!" she said perkily, holding up a breadstick with an odd pair of round appendages coming out one end of it. "It looks like a penis!"
He looked back down at her, a bemused expression mixed with a tinge of confusion and a dash of fear before bursting into laughter. A full resounding laugh emanated from him, and just as it began to reach its climax another explosion sounded and destroyed his newfound good humor.
As Anna tried to think up another diversion she spotted Wing Zero and Deathscythe Hell coming into the view of the mass hall window and gulped hard. And as luck would have it, just then Zechs began to turn.
Okay, so she was insane. She was also not about to let her friends be caught swiping the G-boys' gundams. She stood and snatched the collar of Zechs' coat, pulling him to lean over the table, his face near her own. Then she kissed him.
At first, Zechs was in a state of shock, then his senses began to numb, with the exception of the feel of Anna's lips against his. He had forgotten about playing it cool, slick, and unfeeling, giving into the more primal part of him. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her around the table and closer to his body.
The red and black haired girl sighed into his lips, sliding her arms beneath his coat and around his waist. Way to play it cool, Anna..., she thought, just as red sirens sounded and Relena's voice came over the loudspeaker.
"That ship is back!"
***
"Let's GO!" Duo shouted almost gleefully, tearing down the hallway toward the hanger. In his wake were the other four pilots, all of them struggling to keep up with the shinigami. Then, once they'd gotten there, four nice, empty spaces where four nice, large gundams should have been greeted them.
Heero, Wufei, Duo, and Quatre could only stare in shock, while Trowa muttered dejectedly, "What's wrong with Heavy Arms?"
While the gundam-less pilots stared in shock and Trowa pouted, outside the pilot trainees were in a bit of a spot, to say the least. The group of gundams from before poured from the belly of the opposing ship, spilling out around the group.
"Ash," Nick said irritably, "I'm not enjoying this joyride anymore. I'm blaming this on you if they punish us. Again."
"Same here," the other girls chirped.
The onna only grumbled in response, picking at the white strip across the bridge of her nose. "Well, we can't do anything now. We just have to try and get out of this alive, okay?"
"Alive sounds good to me..." Nick muttered, just as a large, snake-like gundam lashed out at him. He hissed a curse, wheeling backwards as the viper-gundam bore its mechanical fangs, a spray of bullets pummeling into Sandrock's shield.
As he began his tango with the snaky gundam, the girls were pounced upon by a quartet of humanoid gundams; a blue-green one they hadn't seen before, the black and silver one, the black and red one, and Barbie gundam.
"I don't think this is fair!" Nicole complained, looking this way and that.
"No da!" Kryss laughed. "What your ass, Nicci!"
"Meep!" the younger girl whirled the Wing Zero about to stare face to face with that red and black gundam.
"You!" came a voice over an open comm. channel, not bothering to privately speak with her. "You killed my wife! You killed her!" The voice, gruff, aged, and somewhat hysterical began laughing an insane, chilling laugh.
In the midst of her trying to figure out what in the hell this lunatic was talking about, Nicole neglected to notice the thermo-sword held by the inane pilot's gundam, which was promptly run through the gut of Wing Zero, severing some major components. "FUCK!" she screamed, following that up with a rainbow of explicative to express her displeasure. As she frantically switched levels, sticks, and hit buttons she found nothing on the right half of the gundam functioned. "You fuck, you fried the center circuit connector for the right half of my gundam! Son of a BITCH!" she growled. "What in the hell is wrong with you! I didn't kill anybody!"
"DON'T LIE! YOU KILLED HER!" the man screamed, firing on her with a collective of missiles. "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! YOU HAVE TO DIE! DIE, DIE, DIE!"
She bashed her fist into the communications receiver, sparing herself from more of his ranting (Though, unfortunately, also decimating her controls over gundam system maintenance) and giving her the opportunity to think. She kicked at the lower area of the control panel while using her left thrust engine to power away, though without the right engine all it really did was spin her in circles. But at least the circles were making her drift away from the madman in that gundam.
Once she'd loosened up a bit of the metal covering on the control panel she unfastened her seat restrainants and leaned over to tear at it, trying to ignore the deep gash in her hand the sharp metal created as she pulled. After she had created a larger enough opening she began twisting wires this way and that, being jarred by the mad gundam, connecting a few power wires of the left circuitry to the right. "Hacking class with Kryss was useful after all," she muttered while she worked. Before long she'd used some of the left's functionality to power just the right thruster.
That was all she needed.
As she sat up began powering backwards, not bothering to refasten herself into the seat, another explosion wracked the gundam, sending Nicole flying into the control panel before her headfirst, and then the world went black.
***
Mei-Ling laughed heartily, looking at the beaten gundam. "I guess I took care of the pilot, father," she chuckled. "For me and Phantom, it wasn't any problem at all..."
Over the communicator she saw her stepmother's smirking face appear. "Don't get cocky, dear," the woman purred. "We wouldn't want you getting hurt."
"Bite my ass, you whore," Mei spat, turning to face Shi's prized blue-green Poseidon Custom, firing a blast from her Vulcan cannon at it.
"Huh?!" she heard a female voice cry over an open comm. line. "They're firing on their own people?"
"Just help your imp friend!" she heard a male voice shout. She blinked. He sounded a little familiar...
"Fine, master," the female voice replied sarcastically. As this was said a black gundam flew towards the fallen gundam.
As Mei raised Phantom's lance to strike her new opponent, a sudden blast from behind wracked her mecha. "What in the hell?!" she roared, whirling around.
A red gundam with rather large arms was motoring toward her, accompanied by a fleet of Aries. "Father!" she called, switching to an open channel. "Everyone! Incoming!"
Chen growled, looking at their enemies, then back to his daughter's gundam. "Fall out! Retreat to the Beijing!" he ordered.
***
As soon as they heard the gruff, insane man's order of retreat the opposing gundams fell out and flocked back to the ship he'd called the Beijing. The pilots of the Peace Milion began packing together their trainee pilots and corralling them back to the ship.
Back in the hanger, once the others were out of the gundams the group rushed to Wing Zero, which had been quite brutally mangled. Heero had drawn his gun as the Maganacs pulled the mangled Nicole from its cockpit, laying her on the cold hanger floor.
"Oh my God, Nicole!" Quatre shouted, hobbling over to her side. "Nicole? Nicole!"
"Nicci?" Kryss whimpered, kneeling down beside her partner in crime as Duo darted from the hanger to fetch a doctor. "Nicci, wake up! Nicci? NICCI!"
***
Drama. Ehehee...^^;
bMisplaced in Space - Chapter Nine; Everybody's Insane, Damn It/b
She was insane. That was it. She was totally insane. How could she have let them talk her into this? And yet, there Anna stood. Right in front of the door to Zechs' office, holding what the others had called a peace offering...a tray of sushi, a stuffed polar bear, and a card, which had been homemade; after all, they had to make peace on a budget.
Finally after all their pranks the teens had finally decided to try sweet-talking Zechs into lightening up on the surveillance. When deciding on whom to do the talking, her four companions had automatically elected her.
"Besides," Nicole had pointed out, "You're the one who wants his man-meat."
The shorthaired girl sighed, ruffling her red and black mane. "I just get no respect," she muttered as she reached up to knock upon the large double doors. Before she could knock the door had flown open, and there above her stood Zechs, decked out in his usual attire, though she tried to ignore the fact that his white pants had turned a quite girly shade of pink.
At first his face was hard, cold as ice. Once he realized who had come to his door, his look softened a bit. "Hello."
She blushed a bit, staring up at the tall man. She had never noticed just how tall the Marquis really was. After a moment she noticed he was giving her a funny look and shook her head. "Er, um, hi! The others have a peace offering for you..." She cringed as she held up the basket full of eclectic items.
He looked down at the odd assortment of items. "...A peace offering?"
"Um, yeah," she answered his rhetorical question, pointing out the different items. "Kryss and Nicole got you some sushi, the bear's from Ashley, and me and Nick made you the card." She picked up the construction-paper token, which held their words of apology for all their trouble making and handed it to him.
Once the white-haired man had read the card he walked over to his desk and seated himself. "So what's the catch?" he asked, eyeing his visitor.
"Stop babysitting us?" she suggested. Subtle Anna, she thought, real subtle.
Zechs chuckled and shook his head. "Not going to happen. I'm not going to risk anything with you kids."
"You know they'll keep causing trouble if you keep them under surveillance. More so than if you let them have their freedom and privacy," she countered, seating her self in the chair across from him. "Or haven't you noticed how pink your pants have become and how much damage they've been doing since you've installed your little surveillance rules?"
Zechs shrugged his broad shoulders, crossing his legs in a rather formal manner. "I can't have them stealing gundams like that."
She rolled her eyes. "Why not just give us access to them?"
"I won't have it! Coming in here trying to look all cute and persuade me to thinking your way is not going to work," he said firmly.
Anna's cheeks flamed. "Cute...?" she mumbled then shook off her blush and looked up. "Fine, have it your way!" she spat, standing and moving for the door.
"Anna?" he called as she opened the door.
"Hmm?" She turned her head, holding the door open for her escape.
He cleared his throat a bit, "Perhaps I'll see you at dinner tomorrow night, since the other pilots are a bit swamped with your trouble making roommates?"
That red color flew to her cheeks once more. "Um...maybe..." she mumbled before taking her leave.
Once the door had closed behind her, her four friends had pounced upon her to learn the details of her meeting with the nazi.
***
Now she was just beyond insane. How could she be doing this? She looked back at her roommates and sibling, whom waved her forward. She exhaled and looked down for the millionth time at the little black dress they had forced her into, grumbling angrily. "I need to kill something..." Anna would have much preferred to go with them... No sense worrying about it now. Besides, she was going to have dinner with Zechs! How many girls would ever be able to boast that?
With a deep inhalation of precious oxygen, she walked into the mass hall and blinked in surprise. All of the usual nighttime mechanics and Maganacs were gone. The tables were gone, the buffet was gone, and the whole cafeteria was immaculate. Only Zechs, some candles, the view of the stars, and a table set for two remained.
An uncommon shade of red flamed up on Zechs' cheeks...or perhaps it was only an illusion cast by the flickering candlelight? He strolled across the floor, his black boots clicking on the darkened tile. "Hello," he breathed.
The girl squirmed a bit. What in the hell had she just stumbled into? ...A date? With ZECHS?!
***
"This is excellent," Kryss cackled, steepling her fingers. "Now will Anna enchants the nazi with her non-nazi feminine wiles n' such, we will have run of the place!"
"And I have the perfect plan!" Ashley laughed, ushering her companions down the hall.
"...What're we doing in the hanger?" Nick asked once they had reached their destination, looking around, then back to their tall companion.
"What're we doing? ...We're going out for a little joyride!" She let loose a whoop and bound over to Altron.
The other girls exploded into a volley of giggles, shoving Nick over towards Sandrock in chase they needed a decoy Quatre to cover for them.
As she watched her friend crawl into Sandrock's cockpit Nicole thought cheerfully, Hope you don't mind the change in pilots, Sandrock...
I don't mind much...But I would have preferred you to pilot me..., she heard. Her eyes went wide as she stared up at the massive 04 gundam, her body stiffening. Could that gundam be speaking to her...? No way! She shook it off, closing the cockpit behind Nick.
After the impish twins had scurried over to Wing Zero and Deathscythe Hell, the four were out the hanger, through the airlock, and in space.
"Hey! Watch THIS!" Kryss squealed. Then a collection of small nearby asteroids had exploded.
"Sweet..." her brunette counterpart purred, blasting apart a larger asteroid with Wing Zero's Vulcans.
While the young girls amused themselves by making rocks explode, Ashley whirled in circles, testing the limits of Wufei's precious Nataku. "C'mon, Natty-baby, let's really fly!" she squealed, pushing the mecha to the brink of it's speed, whirring past Nicholas, whom was quite contented swinging about Sandrock's thermo dagger this way and that.
As the four were warming up to the gundams, a sudden ringing sound emitted from the communication controls in each of their hijacked gundams.
"Shit! It's the fuzz!" Nicole yelped.
"NICK! BE QUATRE!" Kryss screamed to the boy.
After the other girls had screamed at him a moment more he grudgingly answered the hail. On his screen appeared a rather elderly-looking man in a mechanic's uniform.
"Ah, Mr. Winner!" the man croaked, a smile chiseling into his old-as-dirt face.
Nick smiled his best Quatre smile. "Hello, sir. We were just out for a bit of, ah, exercise."
He blinked. "Oh? Well, carry on...And, well, excuse me, but...Is your hair darker?"
The boy flushed. "Ah, er, no! It's just, uh, one of the lights is out in the cockpit. Yeah! I'll need to have that repaired when I get back. Could you please have that taken care of?"
"Of course, Mr. Winner...Well, I hope you and the other pilots enjoy your exercise..." the mechanic said cheerfully, tipping his hat to the young boy.
Nick bowed his head, clicking off the communications. Immediately after he'd done so he took a look around the cockpit then reached under the seat and pulled out a wrench, standing in his seat and reaching back, smashing one of the light bulbs to pieces whilst the girls began causing more explosions.
And Nicole could have sworn she heard a voice muttering, 'Ouch.'
***
Zechs looked up from his meal and out the window. "Did I just hear an explosion...?"
Anna nearly choked on a piece of meat at that, gagging a bit before swallowing hard. "Ah...an explosion? I didn't hear anything!"
"I'm sure I heard something...There, again! Where's that coming from?" the white-haired man moved to stand.
"No, I'm sure it's nothing!" she assured him, patting the top of a gloved hand, causing him to tentatively sit down.
Once he'd settled into his mean again, a loud 'BOOM!' sounded, and Zechs growled with agitation. "It has to be those damn kids!" he grumbled, moving to stand again.
"I didn't hear anything! I really think you're losing it, Zechs...HEY, LOOK!" she said perkily, holding up a breadstick with an odd pair of round appendages coming out one end of it. "It looks like a penis!"
He looked back down at her, a bemused expression mixed with a tinge of confusion and a dash of fear before bursting into laughter. A full resounding laugh emanated from him, and just as it began to reach its climax another explosion sounded and destroyed his newfound good humor.
As Anna tried to think up another diversion she spotted Wing Zero and Deathscythe Hell coming into the view of the mass hall window and gulped hard. And as luck would have it, just then Zechs began to turn.
Okay, so she was insane. She was also not about to let her friends be caught swiping the G-boys' gundams. She stood and snatched the collar of Zechs' coat, pulling him to lean over the table, his face near her own. Then she kissed him.
At first, Zechs was in a state of shock, then his senses began to numb, with the exception of the feel of Anna's lips against his. He had forgotten about playing it cool, slick, and unfeeling, giving into the more primal part of him. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her around the table and closer to his body.
The red and black haired girl sighed into his lips, sliding her arms beneath his coat and around his waist. Way to play it cool, Anna..., she thought, just as red sirens sounded and Relena's voice came over the loudspeaker.
"That ship is back!"
***
"Let's GO!" Duo shouted almost gleefully, tearing down the hallway toward the hanger. In his wake were the other four pilots, all of them struggling to keep up with the shinigami. Then, once they'd gotten there, four nice, empty spaces where four nice, large gundams should have been greeted them.
Heero, Wufei, Duo, and Quatre could only stare in shock, while Trowa muttered dejectedly, "What's wrong with Heavy Arms?"
While the gundam-less pilots stared in shock and Trowa pouted, outside the pilot trainees were in a bit of a spot, to say the least. The group of gundams from before poured from the belly of the opposing ship, spilling out around the group.
"Ash," Nick said irritably, "I'm not enjoying this joyride anymore. I'm blaming this on you if they punish us. Again."
"Same here," the other girls chirped.
The onna only grumbled in response, picking at the white strip across the bridge of her nose. "Well, we can't do anything now. We just have to try and get out of this alive, okay?"
"Alive sounds good to me..." Nick muttered, just as a large, snake-like gundam lashed out at him. He hissed a curse, wheeling backwards as the viper-gundam bore its mechanical fangs, a spray of bullets pummeling into Sandrock's shield.
As he began his tango with the snaky gundam, the girls were pounced upon by a quartet of humanoid gundams; a blue-green one they hadn't seen before, the black and silver one, the black and red one, and Barbie gundam.
"I don't think this is fair!" Nicole complained, looking this way and that.
"No da!" Kryss laughed. "What your ass, Nicci!"
"Meep!" the younger girl whirled the Wing Zero about to stare face to face with that red and black gundam.
"You!" came a voice over an open comm. channel, not bothering to privately speak with her. "You killed my wife! You killed her!" The voice, gruff, aged, and somewhat hysterical began laughing an insane, chilling laugh.
In the midst of her trying to figure out what in the hell this lunatic was talking about, Nicole neglected to notice the thermo-sword held by the inane pilot's gundam, which was promptly run through the gut of Wing Zero, severing some major components. "FUCK!" she screamed, following that up with a rainbow of explicative to express her displeasure. As she frantically switched levels, sticks, and hit buttons she found nothing on the right half of the gundam functioned. "You fuck, you fried the center circuit connector for the right half of my gundam! Son of a BITCH!" she growled. "What in the hell is wrong with you! I didn't kill anybody!"
"DON'T LIE! YOU KILLED HER!" the man screamed, firing on her with a collective of missiles. "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! YOU HAVE TO DIE! DIE, DIE, DIE!"
She bashed her fist into the communications receiver, sparing herself from more of his ranting (Though, unfortunately, also decimating her controls over gundam system maintenance) and giving her the opportunity to think. She kicked at the lower area of the control panel while using her left thrust engine to power away, though without the right engine all it really did was spin her in circles. But at least the circles were making her drift away from the madman in that gundam.
Once she'd loosened up a bit of the metal covering on the control panel she unfastened her seat restrainants and leaned over to tear at it, trying to ignore the deep gash in her hand the sharp metal created as she pulled. After she had created a larger enough opening she began twisting wires this way and that, being jarred by the mad gundam, connecting a few power wires of the left circuitry to the right. "Hacking class with Kryss was useful after all," she muttered while she worked. Before long she'd used some of the left's functionality to power just the right thruster.
That was all she needed.
As she sat up began powering backwards, not bothering to refasten herself into the seat, another explosion wracked the gundam, sending Nicole flying into the control panel before her headfirst, and then the world went black.
***
Mei-Ling laughed heartily, looking at the beaten gundam. "I guess I took care of the pilot, father," she chuckled. "For me and Phantom, it wasn't any problem at all..."
Over the communicator she saw her stepmother's smirking face appear. "Don't get cocky, dear," the woman purred. "We wouldn't want you getting hurt."
"Bite my ass, you whore," Mei spat, turning to face Shi's prized blue-green Poseidon Custom, firing a blast from her Vulcan cannon at it.
"Huh?!" she heard a female voice cry over an open comm. line. "They're firing on their own people?"
"Just help your imp friend!" she heard a male voice shout. She blinked. He sounded a little familiar...
"Fine, master," the female voice replied sarcastically. As this was said a black gundam flew towards the fallen gundam.
As Mei raised Phantom's lance to strike her new opponent, a sudden blast from behind wracked her mecha. "What in the hell?!" she roared, whirling around.
A red gundam with rather large arms was motoring toward her, accompanied by a fleet of Aries. "Father!" she called, switching to an open channel. "Everyone! Incoming!"
Chen growled, looking at their enemies, then back to his daughter's gundam. "Fall out! Retreat to the Beijing!" he ordered.
***
As soon as they heard the gruff, insane man's order of retreat the opposing gundams fell out and flocked back to the ship he'd called the Beijing. The pilots of the Peace Milion began packing together their trainee pilots and corralling them back to the ship.
Back in the hanger, once the others were out of the gundams the group rushed to Wing Zero, which had been quite brutally mangled. Heero had drawn his gun as the Maganacs pulled the mangled Nicole from its cockpit, laying her on the cold hanger floor.
"Oh my God, Nicole!" Quatre shouted, hobbling over to her side. "Nicole? Nicole!"
"Nicci?" Kryss whimpered, kneeling down beside her partner in crime as Duo darted from the hanger to fetch a doctor. "Nicci, wake up! Nicci? NICCI!"
***
Drama. Ehehee...^^;