One Thousand Lies
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Final Fantasy, Gundam SeeD, or any related characters, objects, places or quotes. I do not own Quatre Raberba Winner…err…Touma Seguchi. I also do not own any OCs used in this fic except for Vincent, Riyu, Yoshio and Seraphim. All other OCs are from akksgurl's fic series Silver Wings, and therefore belong to her, and are used with her permission.
A/N: I have planned 23 chapters for this fic, but that number is likely to double or triple. First person to guess what the pattern the chapter titles are following (Before chapter 22, whose title will give it all away.) may request a one-shot fic of any length, any genre, any rating, any couplings, including any amount of any specific lines, using any amount of games/anime from the following lineup: Gundam SeeD, Gundam Wing, FF7, FF8, FFX, FFX-2, Grandia 2, Skies of Arcadia, Kingdom Hearts or Pokemon. Dance Dance Revolution, Zeta Gundam and FF9 may also be requested, but the characters will be highly OOC since 1. DDR's characters don't HAVE personalities, 2. I don't know anything about ZG except the basic backstory and its mecha, and 3. I don't know anything about FF9 besides its basic backstory. I reserve the right to make the fic bash anything, even subjects you specifically ask not to bash.
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Chapter 3: Changes
-Heliopolis Underground Morganraete Facility-
The sprawling underground facility had no use for its red emergency lights; the gunfire and grenade from infantry blazing across all sides provided more than enough lighting, and blood splatter gave a red enough hint to the walls. It wasn't quite obvious why, but the invading Newtypes had not taken a single loss since entering the underground Morganraete base, and were quickly pushing the Naturals back. However, there were Coordinators amongst the Naturals, and unlike Naturals, they were capable of lateral thinking. Chunks of remote C4 were planted sparsely amongst cleverly-positioned ammunition crates, which were slowly being pushed into a semicircle around the defending infantry, all surrounding the target of the Zanarkanadian assault. Four trucks sat at the rear of the Natural lines, carrying large, hulking grey masses that resembled the Zanarkanadian mobile suits, though sleeker and more stylish. A fifth was retreating toward a legged battleship, which was somehow heading up a waterfall into the city.
-Heliopolis-
The intense all-out war that had started inside Heliopolis had died down to a slow, strategic battle, with Alliance troops ducking in and out of destroyed complexes to take pot shots at the 5 remaining GINNs, whilst the GINNs had to dodge and return fire, much of their already scarce ammo being wasted further destroying wrecks of buildings. Slowly, the tanks and artillery managed to regroup next to a destroyed, yet stable mall. A GINN, hiding nearby, noticed the ground vehicles. The pilot smirked. But that smirk changed into a look of horror upon the pilot's glance at his ammo gauge. He had a grand total of 1 round left, and there were several vehicles planted right in front of him. Frowning, the pilot set his suit to melee mode. The GINN drew its sword and leapt at the vehicles. About half of their numbers were immediately vaporized as the whole lot of them opened fire at the incoming mobile suit, and as the smoke cleared, it became rather obvious why. The GINN had landed atop a gas station, immediately blowing it and anything within a several-hundred meter radius up. Well, at least that was another mobile suit down. Seven to go.
-Heliopolis Underground Morganraete Facility-
It was no use holding off the Newtypes. Fear had set into the NSA troops, affecting their aim and making it too shaky to hit anything. A few rounds whizzed by the heads of the hardened veterans, and that spelled their doom. "FIRE AT WILL," one shouted, and all hell broke loose. Every single NSA trooper ducked out and emptied their clips in the general direction of the Newtypes, who knew how to take cover. As such, the NSA troops were forced to retreat and reload. The Newtypes took the chance to advance. Rushing forward, they tagged several quick reloaders in the head, though a grenade took them by surprise. As it landed and exploded in the middle of their ranks, 14 of the Newtype soldiers were thrown forward into a crate, whilst another was blown back… right into the Coordinator's trap. A grin was flashed, and a button was pressed. The Newtype's scream ripped through the slowly quieting hall as a huge explosion ripped through his body. "RUSTY," came a scream from a blue-haired Coordinator, as he suddenly rushed into the NSA lines. His 13 comrades followed suit, their pupils dilated.
- Zanarkand Defense HQ, B-Central Sector Zanarkand-
"I had to get something washed," Vincent said quietly, hiding the pain of getting his spine shoved into the corner of a doorframe. How exactly did she get me from such a weird angle, he wondered as Lenne raved about that not being a good enough excuse. He rolled his eyes and pried her fingers off his collar, heading for the table and taking the only empty seat… Lenne's seat. Her eyes flashed.
-Heliopolis Underground Morganraete Facility-
The NSA lines never expected this. As most of them finished reloading and others tried to unjam their rifles, 14 Newtypes rushed their lines and shredded most of them. Quickly returning fire, the strategic warfare had dwindled to a chaotic massacre. As the last shots were fired, four sets of eyes looked toward the four mobile suit carriers, as several hundred others stared at the architraves of the walls of the facility they died in.
-Heliopolis-
Screens flashed the status of the battle; literally every building in the city colony lay in ruins, and chewed-up mobile suits, tanks and mobile armors lay smoking amongst the rubble. Only 3 units remained; a purple GINN and two greys. The ground shook as an explosion resounded from the artificial waterfall. Swinging to aim their guns at whatever would emerge from the smoke, the GINNs didn't expect what would happen. A green flash of light flew out of the smoke and tagged a grey GINN in the head, immediately destroying it. Two more came out and pierced the cockpit, instantly killing the pilot. The other two pilots reacted fast, engaging thrusters and heading in opposite directions to flank the mysterious weapon.
- Zanarkand Defense HQ, B-Central Sector Zanarkand-
The other occupants of the room stared at the long-haired man in shock, a gesture which he returned with a look at simply said What. He gestured to the lack of a chair in his usual place, and a look of Oh appeared on everybody else's face. Except Lenne's face, which grew bright red. Vincent smirked. Yeah, you know exactly what happened that evening, he thought as Lenne sighed and headed toward her chair, plonking her behind onto Vincent's lap, pouting. "Now then, shall we begin?" he asked, unfazed.
-Heliopolis Underground Morganraete Facility-
"Well, all the truck engines are dead, but we can at least fly these things out of here, right?" the blue-haired soldier asked, calming down rapidly. "Way ahead of you/Done/How slow can you get?" Three different voices blared over three different PA systems, three grey mobile suits rising from their destroyed homes.
End Chapter 3
TO BE CONTINUED