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Internal sensors within GAT-X207 began to wail. The shrill, monotonous cry of warning broke the young pilot from the terrifying trance of battle. It was a horror scenario that had repeated itself behind the young coordinator's eyes every time they prepared for battle- Blitz was malfunctioning.
The screens suddenly blinked to nothing as the mobile suit ground to a slow, agonizing halt. The cockpit filled with a hollow silence. Frustrated and terrified at his situation, the pilot slammed a fist against the cockpit wall. He couldn't reach anyone under ZAFT command. And with nothing but static filling his ears, he could never know if they were trying to reach him as well. For the moment, he was dead to the world.
Two machines clashed in the troubled air. One, carnal red in color and missing an arm, latched onto another whose white armor was soiled with dirt. Both pilots silently begged the other to stop and prevent what had to be done. One of them would have to die. They had gone too far. There was no turning back.
No more tears could they shed for each other. No more prayers that it would all simply be over. The bonds of friendship have no power on the battlefield. The only thing that mattered was making it out alive. No, there was no turning back now.
Neither paid heed to a small Earth Alliance fighter aircraft that began to teeter towards the ground. Smoke plumed from where it's wing had been ripped away by a stray attack. The SkyGrasper tried vainly to maintain its altitude. Its nose tilted towards the sky in a vain attempt to fight gravity and her greedy fingers. The fighter aircraft skidded along the surface of the water as it tried to land. It crossed onto the shore of a nearby island and was jostled from the beach into the treeline. Beyond the perimeter of palm trees, nothing but a plume of smoke was visable. The SkyGrasper was lost.
In the distance, the two mobile suits, though forever bound by friendship, were locked in a final, fatal embrace. Without time to think, the red suit initiated a self-distrust. Onlookers paused as the explosion filled the screens, different thoughts about a friend or loved one fading into nothingness as shock numbed the mind and senses. Torn apart by war, and finally together again in destruction
No one knew the fates of the pilots of Gat-X303Aegis or GAT-X105 Strike.
Chapter Two Teaser
"With a sigh, the pilot tucked his helmet under his arm and stepped out onto the small ledge outside the cockpit, blinking at the darkness. He raised his free hand, showing that he had no weapon."
Surrender and Secret Plans