Wow! I haven't done a disclaimer in a really long time! I'm so EXCITED!... I'm such a dick head. But anyway, Gundam Wing is not mine. Gundam the Dark Era is mine. Fair? Done?
Gundam:
The dark era:
Chapter 5:
Deceiving first taste:
Fex and the others were quite in the chopper. They didn't say anything about the training. Rapter came in from the cockpit. He caught Howie smoking.
"Howie, put that out!" Rapter commanded. Howie removed the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it onto Rapter's boot. Rapter, directing his attention to Taylor, motioned to Howie with a cock of the head. Taylor, wearing iron knuckles, slugged him hard across the face. It drew blood. Taylor backed off. Rapter added "Thank you, Howie.".
"Sure. Don't fucking mention it."
Max was flying ahead of the chopper in a fighter plane. Up ahead he could see the contrails of other fighter planes. Conducting drills, maybe?
Treize was known for working the butts off of his men. But then Max saw an explosion and knew something was going down. He latched his mask on and dialed in the helicopter's frequency.
"Hello? Come in, Rapter. Over."
Rapter frowned and looked into the cockpit. That couldn't be good, he thought. He hesitantly went back into the cockpit and turned on the communicator. "What's the problem, Max?"
"Um, Rapter, there are about 20-30 alliance fighter planes engaging 20-30 rebel fighter planes. I want permission to join the fur ball."
Rapter hesitated. Then he said "Do you want to? I can't guarantee your safety."
"Yes, sir. I want to do this."
"Alright, do one thing for me."
"Yes, sir."
"Call general Treize and make sure he knows you're doing this. We're so damned close, we wouldn't want to get blown away by our own guys."
"Yes, sir."
"Make sure you let him we're here, too."
"Yes."
"Oh, and one more thing, Max."
"Yeah?"
Rapter smirked. "If you see a plane with Blood-Curler markings on it, blow it out of the sky. Even if it's on our side."
"Yes, sir."
Rapter turned off the communicator.
Rapter hated the Blood-Curlers...
Doc was stitching up Howie. Rapter came back out, shaking his head.
"I just sent Max into combat..."
"Rapter!" This time it was the pilot.
This was going to be even worse.
Taylor and Rapter were in the cockpit the next second. They saw an attack force, probably closing in on Treize's base. There was about a hundred infantrymen, a column consisting of two tanks, four C.A.T.E.R.P.I.L.L.E.R.s, and one command vehicle. And the biggest deal, the three leos. The gunner noticed the obvious.
"Damn it! They're headed straight for Treize!"
"Pilot!" Rapter commanded. "Keep her steady and circle around! We're going to engage!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Howie! Gather your team! Time to test out your leader skills!"
Howie took charge.
"Fex! Take the mini gun to port! Kat! You take the starboard gun! Chris and Lee! Bring out extra drums in case they have to reload! It's time to rock!"
Max was weaving his craft left and right in pursuit of a rebel fighter. He was trying to get a missile locked on. But he was having a hard time getting the diamond in the middle of the square.
"Come on, stupid fucker." Max muttered. "Make a mistake..."
One second later, he made that mistake. The square lined up with the diamond, turning all indicators red. A circle appeared under the square-diamond fusion and a low tone rang.
"Fox 2!" Max called out. He pushed the button on the back of the joystick. A missile streaked off one of his port wing pylon's and toward the target. The missile made contact with the target and exploded in a ball of orange flame. The indicators disappeared.
"YEE-HAW!"
The routine classical music started playing. Fex cocked the gun. They were on their first run. Fex lined up the sights on the infantry. He squeezed the trigger and let it ride.
Up front, the gunner focused his sight's on the tank column and the leos. The cannon boomed and caused the whole chopper to shake. He rippled missiles into the column and the leos. As a result, he hit one of the tanks, causing it to explode. Smoke billowed outward, almost shrouding the ground troops, in disarray from Fex and Kat's Gatling gun fire. After a few more passes, the ground troops were completely hidden from view because the gunner had destroyed the other tank, the four C.A.T.E.R.P.L.L.E.R.s, and one leo.
"Hey!" Fex called, frustrated. "I can't see what I'm aiming at!"
"Just shoot in the general area that they were in!" Howie answered. "Your sure to hit something that way!"
It was chaos on the ground. It was hard to see anything because of the thick smoke. Trying to find one particular soldier would be hard. And that's exactly what The General was doing.
The sound of the chopper's rotor indicated it was coming in for another pass. The General's men went nuts. The General himself stood still. The helicopter's cannon made itself known. It was so loud that it dwarfed even the sound of the mini guns. The only thing louder were the explosions from the missiles. When those noises stopped, it signaled a short break in the action until the chopper came in for another pass. It was time for The General to look for his man.
"Blue! Blue!" He called. No answer. He walked blindly through the smoke.
"Blue!"
"Black!"
There was his man.
"Blue! Where are you?" He continued walking. He could see two figures walking towards him. One of them helping the other. But he couldn't make them out until they got close. Blue was being helped by a medic. He was severely injured. His stomach had been blown open and his rib's were sticking out. Even more, he was carrying what was left of his right leg.
"What happened to him, medic?"
"Strafed by those damned mini guns! He's lucky to be alive! He appears to be..."
Blue interrupted them. He sounded like a drunk. "Don't be stupid! There's absolutely nothing wrong with me!" Then his head slumped over. The back of his head had been struck and a lot of his brain's were gone. It was clear he wasn't going to make it.
"Carry on, soldier." The General stood there for a second, contemplating what this would mean for him. As he stood there, the helicopter came in for another pass. From where he stood, he could see the cannon's path. It took out several more of his men in one tightly packed group. Body parts and flesh flew past him. Now The General had to find another man.
"Virgil!"
"Here, Black!" He felt a hand on his shoulder behind him. He turned to face Virgil.
"Virgil, the Blue Ghost is dead. I'm sure you know what this means."
"Yes, Black. I'll pack his stuff and send it to him."
"Good. Get to work then." Virgil ran off into the smoke.
The General shuffled around in his pocket's. Where's my hat? Oh, there it is. He took his hat out and put it on. Seeing their commanding officer walking around still dignified would give the troops a boost in morale. He continued to walk, briskly, calmly. The chopper was coming in for another pass. The General's men ran past him, panicking. This time during the pass there was an even larger explosion. The helicopter had taken out a second leo. Damn them, The General thought. The leo made a lot of noise fighting to stay up, but then there was a loud crash as it crumpled down. But The General kept walking.
"General!" One soldier called. There was gunfire a few yards off. "This guy has gone crazy! What should we do?"
The General held out his hand, silencing him. He approached the source of the gunfire.
He glimpsed a psychopath gunning down anybody that got near him.
"COME ON, YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!" He screamed, psychotically.
"YOU CALLED THEM IN, DIDN'T YOU? YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!"
The General couldn't let this continue. He unholstered his revolver and took aim. He popped a round into the crazed man's head. The man's lifeless body sprawled over backwards.
"I'm sorry." He said post-mortemly to the man. Then he reached for his radio.
He called for his force's to retreat.
In the helicopter, they were all celebrating. Rapter smirked.
"Not too bad." He said to himself. The communicator flashed.
"J.T.M.S. trainees, this is general Treize. Is everybody alright?"
Wow! That one was fast! Review! Who is 'The General' besides a rebel general? What's all this about a 'Blue Ghost'? And who are the 'Blood-Curlers'? Keep reading!