Chapter 6
"Now," Brandt commented to himself,
"Let's see what this suit is capable of."
He closed
the cockpit hatch, sealing himself within the humanoid mech.
"Control is fluid," he commented, maneuvering the suit
to the launch platform.
He maneuvered the suit's feet into the
launch brackets, positioning the suit on the catapult.
"Sir, I have a green light, ready to launch on your word,"
informed the operator, ready to launch Brandt's suit.
"Hit it," he replied, being pushed back in his seat by the
force of the catapult, launching him into space.
Brandt's cruisers
weren't far behind as they made their way to Side 7 colony cluster to
begin their attack.
"This suit is remarkable,"
commented Brandt, as he tested the maneuverability, changing
directions rapidly, and strafing with ease. Brandt engaged his
thrusters at full power, causing the blue flame already emitted from
the boosters to burst into an intense fireball behind the suit, as it
only became a shooting star to the cruisers.
"What...speed..." he commented, barley able to breath under
the stress of the suit's speed.
"Sir, we are losing
you on the radar," informed one of the cruiser captains.
"Just continue to Side 7...that is where I'll be." he
replied, disappearing from view into the vastness of space.
The maintenance crews cheered as Rush stepped onto the ground.
He didn't look up as passed them.
"Alright,"
informed the maintenance manager, "we got work to do."
The men went to work, getting ammunition, repairing the armor
of the Gundams, and replaced the Twin Dober Guns.
She stepped in
front of Rush.
"I'm Rachel, Rachel Okinawa,"
she informed, sticking her hand out for a handshake.
"Rush, Rush McKenny," he replied, returning the shake.
"Nice to meet you, Rush," she added, warm and
friendly like.
He continued forward, headed to his tent.
"What's wrong," she questioned, catching up to him.
"You know damn good and well what is wrong," he
snapped, stopping and turning around to her.
"Don't
blame me," she snapped back, "I picked up your signatures
on radar and came to investigate, so be lucky you made it out
alive!"
"Just shut the hell up and leave me
alone," he yelled, storming off.
She ran up to him and
grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around, and struck him in the
face with a hard right, dropping him to the ground.
"What
the hell is that for?" he questioned, wiping blood from the
corner of his mouth.
"You know what," she
informed, "You are too proud for your own good, you want to get
your revenge and win this war, but you can't stand the fact that you
WILL lose men in battle, some you hold dear to you as your best
friends. Once you realize that you can't save everybody, maybe you
can see the whole picture."
He lifted himself to his feet,
standing there, realizing what Rachel had just said.
"You
read my like an open book," he commented, still wiping a trickle
of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"I see that
my blow has jarred your senses," she added, playfully.
"For a girl, you hit pretty hard," said Rush, playfully
punching her in the arm.
"You don't have a glass
jaw, either," she replied.
Rush headed for his tent, still
thinking about what Rachel said and still feeling the blow she dealt
him.
"Come and get it you bastards," yelled
Brandt, as he rushed headlong into the USC's defensive line. Brandt
used the suits ability to make weapons "appear" out of thin
air, brandishing an automatic beam rifle. He opened fire on the
hapless cruisers, destroying 4 of them in rapid succession. The
remaining cruisers managed to deploy their mobile suits, all forming
a defensive line in front of the destroyed cruisers.
"Hmm...My suit against easily 100 mass produced suits?"
pondered Brandt, "should be interesting."
He fired the
rifle in a machine cannon manner, destroying 10 enemy suits before
the attacked him. Brandt took damage, but held the suit's arm up as
he was hit with rounds. One round had went through the arm, but as
soon as it did, the armor started regenerating, covering the hit up,
and the suit looked as if it was never touched.
"What
the hell?" thought Brandt, watching this happen.
He continued
the attack, slaying numerous suits and taking out more cruisers. His
battalion finally caught up to him, launching the mobile suits.
"Wait," ordered Brandt, as his battalion stopped
behind his angelically-winged suit. "I am giving you the chance
to surrender Side 7 to the EMF, or I will continue my attack with my
battalion and destroy every single USC unit." he added, hacking
into the USC radio frequency.
"Like hell,"
replied a voice, obviously a officer.
"Fine,"
stated Brandt, "All units, attack and fire at will."
The EMF suits took off in sets of 5, taking different parts of
the battlefield.
"It is only a matter of time
before Side 7 will belong to the EMF," commented Brandt, "Yet,
my quest for a worthy adversary continues, I haven't found a pilot
that is able to hold his own against me in a duel, and I can't go on
knowing there is someone out there better than me until I face them,"
he thought, watching his men slaughter the USC suits, who are
supposed to be space combat experts.
Rush woke up,
early, before the sun was up. He headed for the camps showers,
basically a tent with running water. He opened the flap to the tent
and walked in. He dropped his shower kit, seeing Rachel, bathing.
He
scrambled to pick up his kit and towel, trying to avoid looking and
feeling like a pervert.
"Who's there," Rachel
asked, looking in Rush's direction.
"Only me,"
he replied, standing up, looking away from her.
"Don't
be shy," she said, "I'm taking a shower, nothing more.
"I don't want to offend you," he stated, still
looking away.
"Offend me?" she said, "This
is the camp's shower, regardless of gender, even though I'm the
only female, but still."
"Ok, if you say so,"
he replied, headed for the shower stall farthest away from her and
facing away.
"Use this one, I don't mind," she
offered, pointing to the one next to her.
"If you
insist," he said, not looking at her.
He undressed and
started the water, which was always cold in the mornings.
"So," said Rush, starting a conversation, "why did
you come to my position yesterday," he added, washing his hair.
"I had just finished my recon on an area not far from
here," replied Rachel, lathering and washing, "and I picked
up multiple mobile suit traces on my scanners, faint ones, so I
checked it out."
"I see," he said,
rinsing his hair out, "so why are you here now?"
"I came for you," she answered, rinsing her body, "the
second part of my mission was to locate Gundam Dreadnought and the
pilot."
"And?" pondered Rush, grabbing a
bar of soap out of his kit.
"And bring them with
me," she finished, turning off the shower, reaching for her
towel.
"To where?" questioned Rush, as he
begun shaving.
"Anywhere our missions take us,"
she replied, as she begun dressing.
"And where is
the next mission?" he asked, picking up his razor.
"Here," she informed, pulling up her shorts "we are
going to take out that base where those mobile suits came from and
establish a definite foothold on Earth for the USC forces."
"When do we start," he questioned, applying
aftershave.
"As soon as you hurry up," she
replied, playfully, sliding on her vest over her black undershirt.
