Disclaimer: I do not own Macross.
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Chapter V: Lightning strike.
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Aimee quickly ran towards her Valkyrie but the rampaging VF-1 was hindering her route forcing her to take cover from the debris created by the Valkyrie. The VF-1 kept everyone at bay. Cursing, Aimee tried to get up but Captain Dyson's firm hand pulled her back down.
"Don't try anything foolish," he said.
"But the people need help!" Aimee shouted over the noise.
"What good are you to them if you're dead?" the captain's voice was harsh but she saw the point in it.
"I can't believe you said that," Newmann smirked as he looked up. "Usually you're the first one pulling the trigger." Captain Dyson glared at the man and shook his head.
"That was before," he said softly. "A lot had changed."
"I'm sorry to disrupt this sentimental moment, but we need to take cover," Chris said as he gently took Clarissa's arm and pulled her back into the hanger. Newmann and Captain Dyson saw the logic in this decision and followed them while grabbing Patty and Aimee.
"I need to borrow your Valkyrie," Captain Dyson said as they entered the hangar.
"And do what?" Newmann asked. "My baby is designed as a high maneuverable performance Valkyrie!"
"Meaning?" Aimee asked. "I don't understand."
"It only looks like a VF-4 Lightning but I had to change a lot of things to be able to beat the Thunderbolt," Newmann explained.
"Cut to the chase," Dyson growled. "There's a man terrorizing the place and he needed to be stopped."
"But not with MY Valkyrie," Newmann crossed his arms.
"Yan," Dyson glared at the man. "We don't have time. I'm going."
"It won't do you any good," Chris said from behind. He, Clarissa and Patty had their backs towards them.
"And why is that?" Captain Dyson asked. But he didn't need an answer.
For they were all looking at an EMPTY hangar.
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Aimee was first to hear the whine of the Valkyrie's engines as it taxied towards the runway. Ignoring the danger that the VF-1 made, she ran outside and watched at the fighter slowly moved its way towards the end of the runway.
Aimee was shocked to see this. Was he trying to escape? Was he thinking of himself and leaving them to the mercy of this mad man?
She admired the man before but this act of cowardice... (What the hell) Aimee saw that the Valkyrie was turning and faced the out of control VF-1.
"What are you doing?" she heard Doc shout in his transceiver which brought her out of her shock. "The Lightning has NO weapons and is lightly armored!"
"I'm not that crazy, Doc," the voice of the pilot was familiar to her somehow. Only then did she realize that there was someone missing from the group.
"Nat?" she asked Chris who was still holding Clarissa's hand. A short nod was her answer.
"What are you trying to do?" Doc Newmann asked.
"Trying to buy some time while the Captain calls the cavalry," Nat answered. But Aimee noticed the uneasiness in his voice. He was scared.
Aimee knew that flying acrobat and flying combat are two different things and Nat didn't have the combat experience to react well in this kind of pressure. Worried, Aimee took Chris's com unit and prayed for his safety.
"Nathaniel? What are you doing?" she asked softly and gently. Hearing her voice, Nathaniel's heart slowed down a notch almost calming him.
"Something," he said just as gentle and soft. "When this is over, can we have a cup of coffee together?" Aimee blushed. Now was not the time for this but strangely, she didn't mind.
"Come back safely and it's a date," she smiled. The VF-4 Lightning powered its engines and started to move.
Aimee just hoped that he would keep his promise.
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Nathaniel didn't know what the hell he was doing.
He wasn't a fighter pilot. And his loaner is not exactly up to the designer specs. The Doc had made it into a performance jet and he didn't know how long he could hold against a rampaging madman in a VF-1 who doesn't care what happens to it.
But when he looked at the side of the cockpit, his gaze fell on the teenage Meltrandi that he had come to admire.
Admire, hell! He liked her.
They said love makes people do the craziest things. If so he must really be in love since what he was about to do qualifies as one of the craziest things he had ever done.
Nathaniel took a deep breath and charged the Valkyrie at full throttle.
Using all the power his engines could muster, Nathaniel accelerated to Mach 0.5 in the short distance he traveled towards the wild Valkyrie. Gathering enough speed, he immediately transformed into the Battriod mode and braced himself.
All the while, there was one thing in his mind.
Doc was going to kill him.
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Chapter V: Lightning strike.
.
Aimee quickly ran towards her Valkyrie but the rampaging VF-1 was hindering her route forcing her to take cover from the debris created by the Valkyrie. The VF-1 kept everyone at bay. Cursing, Aimee tried to get up but Captain Dyson's firm hand pulled her back down.
"Don't try anything foolish," he said.
"But the people need help!" Aimee shouted over the noise.
"What good are you to them if you're dead?" the captain's voice was harsh but she saw the point in it.
"I can't believe you said that," Newmann smirked as he looked up. "Usually you're the first one pulling the trigger." Captain Dyson glared at the man and shook his head.
"That was before," he said softly. "A lot had changed."
"I'm sorry to disrupt this sentimental moment, but we need to take cover," Chris said as he gently took Clarissa's arm and pulled her back into the hanger. Newmann and Captain Dyson saw the logic in this decision and followed them while grabbing Patty and Aimee.
"I need to borrow your Valkyrie," Captain Dyson said as they entered the hangar.
"And do what?" Newmann asked. "My baby is designed as a high maneuverable performance Valkyrie!"
"Meaning?" Aimee asked. "I don't understand."
"It only looks like a VF-4 Lightning but I had to change a lot of things to be able to beat the Thunderbolt," Newmann explained.
"Cut to the chase," Dyson growled. "There's a man terrorizing the place and he needed to be stopped."
"But not with MY Valkyrie," Newmann crossed his arms.
"Yan," Dyson glared at the man. "We don't have time. I'm going."
"It won't do you any good," Chris said from behind. He, Clarissa and Patty had their backs towards them.
"And why is that?" Captain Dyson asked. But he didn't need an answer.
For they were all looking at an EMPTY hangar.
.
Aimee was first to hear the whine of the Valkyrie's engines as it taxied towards the runway. Ignoring the danger that the VF-1 made, she ran outside and watched at the fighter slowly moved its way towards the end of the runway.
Aimee was shocked to see this. Was he trying to escape? Was he thinking of himself and leaving them to the mercy of this mad man?
She admired the man before but this act of cowardice... (What the hell) Aimee saw that the Valkyrie was turning and faced the out of control VF-1.
"What are you doing?" she heard Doc shout in his transceiver which brought her out of her shock. "The Lightning has NO weapons and is lightly armored!"
"I'm not that crazy, Doc," the voice of the pilot was familiar to her somehow. Only then did she realize that there was someone missing from the group.
"Nat?" she asked Chris who was still holding Clarissa's hand. A short nod was her answer.
"What are you trying to do?" Doc Newmann asked.
"Trying to buy some time while the Captain calls the cavalry," Nat answered. But Aimee noticed the uneasiness in his voice. He was scared.
Aimee knew that flying acrobat and flying combat are two different things and Nat didn't have the combat experience to react well in this kind of pressure. Worried, Aimee took Chris's com unit and prayed for his safety.
"Nathaniel? What are you doing?" she asked softly and gently. Hearing her voice, Nathaniel's heart slowed down a notch almost calming him.
"Something," he said just as gentle and soft. "When this is over, can we have a cup of coffee together?" Aimee blushed. Now was not the time for this but strangely, she didn't mind.
"Come back safely and it's a date," she smiled. The VF-4 Lightning powered its engines and started to move.
Aimee just hoped that he would keep his promise.
**
Nathaniel didn't know what the hell he was doing.
He wasn't a fighter pilot. And his loaner is not exactly up to the designer specs. The Doc had made it into a performance jet and he didn't know how long he could hold against a rampaging madman in a VF-1 who doesn't care what happens to it.
But when he looked at the side of the cockpit, his gaze fell on the teenage Meltrandi that he had come to admire.
Admire, hell! He liked her.
They said love makes people do the craziest things. If so he must really be in love since what he was about to do qualifies as one of the craziest things he had ever done.
Nathaniel took a deep breath and charged the Valkyrie at full throttle.
Using all the power his engines could muster, Nathaniel accelerated to Mach 0.5 in the short distance he traveled towards the wild Valkyrie. Gathering enough speed, he immediately transformed into the Battriod mode and braced himself.
All the while, there was one thing in his mind.
Doc was going to kill him.