Revised.
"The third angel sounded his trumpet and a great star, blazing like torch, fell from the sky..."
Revelation 8:10
"Trajectory …speed… thrust…" All were words that circled around the cockpit of GAT-STC 203 Seraph and it's dizzy occupant. "Somebody shut it off." Caiohme moaned to the wall where she was currently plastered. And for a reason that her dulled mind couldn't register, it felt like it was getting warmer. "Too cold in here anyway…" she muttered again to herself, willing the nausea from the mobile suit's tumbling decent into earth's atmosphere to die to a dull throb. There would be no way to tell what was up and what was sideways at the moment… not that she wanted to open her eyes anyway.
The machine suddenly stopped somersaulting towards earth. But in all her luck, it then began to tremble and shake violently again. Willing all her strength to her arms, Caiohme managed to push off what turned out to be the cockpit door, and into the emptiness above – or what at the moment, was next to the platform. Now the mobile suit was falling chest first towards earth. Accelerating dangerously fast as gravity took hold with greedy fingers.
Down on earth, outside Aube territory, an OMNI warship continued to idle under the cover of darkness.
A small knot of teenage crewmembers sat in a corner of the deserted mess hall aboard the Archangel, talking in hushed voices.
"Hasn't eaten all day…" one whispered.
"…won't talk to anyone."
"….hope they're alright…"
"I can't believe they're giving up so soon."
The recon groups from the Le Creuset team were taking full advantage of the evening. Already, anybody without duties was out searching the battlefield for their own. With only flashlights and the fading sun to illuminate the ground beneath their feet, many of them doubted that they would find anything of significance that night.
Yzak, the only remaining pilot, had taken to sulking and muttering to himself. Much to the dismay of…well…everybody aboard the Gamow. Currently, he was kicking around a rock near the Vesalius. Whatever depressing thoughts the coordinator was thinking were cut short. At the moment he turned his head towards the sky, towards home, he caught a glimpse of something that struck him as odd. A pale, almost orange colored blemish in the night sky. "What the-" before the words had fully passed through his lips, others were blinking back to life and pointing at the strange object. Moments passed and the flame of curiosity grew. People gathered to watch the strange object, and bets were made on what it was. Yzak had ten credits on the growing theory that it was a ZAFT vessel coming to help them.
Creuset's mouth turned down into a frown. Now what was this thing on the screens? Certainly no trained soldier from ZAFT or even the Earth Alliance would try to descend that clumsily. "Another strange twist to this week's events." He commented, cupping his chin thoughtfully. "No findings yet?" he turned to a nearby crewman.
"No sir."
"We may have to send out a team in the early morning." This comment was made more to himself than the handful of crew presently on the bridge. "Keep a monitor on whatever is trying to enter earth's atmosphere."
"Yessir."
Several shadowed figures milled about the top of the Archangel, taking a chance for some fresh air.
"Hey Mir, come look at this…" a young crewman motioned for his friend eagerly. "Look at that." He pointed to a pale prick of light that was growing brighter every passing second. The girl cocked her head, brows knitting together. "What do you think it is Sai?"
"Lied to me. He lied… and he paid the price. Nobody lies to me," whispered a voice from beneath a mess of blankets. "He's dead, but who will protect me now?" The form shifted as the disturbing revelation croaked into the darkness. "No! Kira!" came a sudden scream as the sheets were torn away and a young girl revealed. Sweat made her thin nightshirt into a second skin. Disheveled ruby hair framed her face into a manic image of madness. She stared at the partition wrapped around her bunk. No one was there…
"Okay. I didn't mean for it to warm up this much…" Caiohme wheezed painfully. Inside the mobile suit, the temperature was rising dramatically. As her vision began to haze over, the final, fatal warning light blinked on. "Out of power." It announced monotonously. There was a series of beeps and clicks before everything went silent. Darkness crept in where there had once been the red glare of warning lights.
Seconds clocked by in rapid succession. The moments between entering earth's atmosphere and the final collision with it's rocky surface were wiped clean as the mobile suit slammed into the ground with an apocalyptic crash where both the choirs of heaven and hell soared into a deafening crescendo of chaos and mercy.
Credits: I don't know what kind of currency they would use, so I'll call them credits. :) Equal to a dollar or a euro I suppose.
GAT-STC: Gressorial Armament Tactical Sensor Transmission Control. A gundam similar in apearance to the prototype GAT-X modes. Except that it is controlled by tiny transmissions sent by sensors embedded into a tight, yet pliable flight suit. Every sensor coresponds with a similar point on the mobile suit. For example, sensors in the knees of the flight suit would be partnered with those in the knees of the mobile suit. The pilot controls the movements of the machine with their own. There are only three STC models: Seraph, Apocalypse, and Martyr. Every time damage is inflicted upon the mobile suit, the pilot feels a pain from the sensors as their counterparts are destroyed or compromised. The location of Apocalypse and Martyr is now unknown. I came up with this idea after watching an episode of Gundam Wing several years ago.
Chapter Eight Teaser
" The sun speared through the lingering clouds of dust; sending those below into a foggy quagmire of dust, humidity, and confusion.
The Defunct