Warning(s): I first must put oddness and the boys and their Gundams acting out of character. Truth be known, I think the Gundams have gone to a point past unexpected or out of character. Anyways there is language, some mild violence, and watch for shounen-ai and Relena-bashing in the future.
Negación: No poseo tan Gundam Wing. ¡Léalo y llore! Apenas en caso de que alguien que sabe hablar realmente español está leyendo esto presento a usted el resultado de tres años de español de la High School secundaria. No aprendí una cosa que es donde viene esta mutilación traducida adentro. De todas formas usted puede ir ahora lee la cuento, prometo que está en inglés. (basically: I don't own Gundam Wing and that isn't real spanish)
Parabola of Mystery
Chapter Eleven
It was decidedly less dramatic then it appeared. Heero had merely been trying to get his Gundam to move when the missiles had launched so it was understandable that he couldn't avoid them. He had been shaken up a bit but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. No, it was the strange, unexpected lack of movement that inspired Heero to be more then a little pissed.
He jerked on the controls. "Wing, move!"
"Hmm, I think that we should stay here or better yet, retreat so I won't be pounded by these Aries," The mobile suit answered with the same intensity as if he were commenting on the weather.
"What are you saying? The enemy's right in front of us. The MISSION."
"Nah. I have a say in this too, you know."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Heero demanded.
"Like you don't know. Every time I turn around I'm being blown up or taken apart, or being damaged and put back together by your half-assed efforts. I even had this insane Zero system put in me and now I can't get any peace. I'm tired of all this fighting so I say we stay out of it."
Heero couldn't believe the words he was hearing from his one ally during war, sans the other four, they weren't important. He pounded on the screen before hitting every button imaginable.
"Come ON! I can't sit still and die while the enemy is attacking. Do you want to be even more damaged then you are now?"
"Well I'm perfectly willing to go back if you are. Come on, we can go play a video game or two, I just downloaded this one the other day off the 'net. It's totally awesome. I already have the high score."
Heero shook his head. "MOVE or I'll resort to extreme measures."
"Just try it, punk."
He apparently was quite willing to as he brought out his favorite feature on the entire Gundam: the self-detonation device. He lifted the top and smiled cruelly before hitting the button.
"Self-detonation deactivated. Hehehe. In your face, Heero."
Heero banged his head against the panel.
"…I think it's his Gundam." Heavyarms said calmly as Trowa took out the rest of the unit. He nodded and brought up the connection between the other three.
"Wufei, Quatre, Duo, someone come in."
Over on the other side of the perimeter, crouched down in the trees for cover, the other three received Trowa's not-so-distressed-distress signal. All three brought up his line but one was faster then the others.
"You've reached the evil hotline. Dial one if you are in a quandary of good versus evil. Press two if you wish to donate money to my evil cause. Press three if you wish to donate a picture of an adorable bunny for incineration. Dial four to leave a message but I won't get back to you for days on end."
"Sandrock now's not the time for jokes. What is it, Trowa?"
They were then all connected then. Trowa didn't seem any worse for wear though his camera shook as he narrowly missed artillery fire from the enemy.
"Heero's Gundam doesn't respond when I call out to it. He's not moving nor has he blown up so we assume it's an internal problem."
"…Weak bastards."
"What would you like us to do?" Wufei asked in annoyance. He was already irritated enough that he had two partners for such a simple task…especially considering the company.
"Well you don't all need to infiltrate. Quatre or Duo could come and help out."
"Ohh ohh I wanna help. I'm good at doing things," Deathscythe volunteered.
"I'd like to challenge that," Nataku commented.
"Cool, we'll be there in a second," Duo added.
"Be still my beating heart."
Deathscythe wasted no time in rushing out toward the other side of the base. Despite Duo's efforts to lead him all the way around so he wouldn't draw enemies to the other's position, the Gundam happily pranced a direct path through. It included the enemy base as the suit's shoulder and hip scraped the side, taking off some of the brick. Duo sighed.
"Death, just hold it for a sec."
The Gundam stopped and several Leos started clambering over to his position. So much for stealth. The now overworked pilot took a deep breath and fidgeted with his braid before he took to the controls again.
"Okay let's blow these Cowards out of the damn base," Duo cheered.
"Yaay!"
Deathscythe started to run again but as Duo indicated for him to bring forth his beam scythe, nothing much happened. He input the command faster but that certainly didn't help.
"Deathscythe! Come on!"
"What?"
"Use your fucking scythe!"
"My whating what?"
The arm was working and the handle was in hand but it was entirely unresponsive. Duo pulled it up and down to wave before his face.
"This scythe! Your weapon!"
The Leo's open-fired. At least they were dumb enough to think that regular bullets would do more then cause gentle vibrations in the cockpit. Duo bit his lip and tried to calm down.
"Okay. Deathscythe, I know you can do this. Just listen to the command I'm putting in. Despite what Nataku said, these are the bad guys and we have to…get rid of them," Duo explained.
"Oohh we have to explode them? I'm good at that! Splooode!"
In a random act of obedience, Deathscythe actually listened to the command that Duo entered. The problem was that he still had the scythe in front of his head and as the greenish double beam came on it sliced right through. There certainly was 'sploding' but it was to the Gundam's head.
"I…hurted myself."
"Holy shit, did Deathscythe just take himself out?" Wufei asked as he stood up to see the events unfolding just a mile away. His chamber was currently filled with Nataku's laughter.
"Why are you surprised?"
"How deliciously evil."
"Duo, come in…do you think he's alright?" Quatre asked in horror.
"It didn't look like it hit the cockpit but you never know," Wufei replied.
They were both sitting ducks for the rest of the patrolling regiment. Before Wufei could even think of a plan he saw the blips on his radar.
"We have to complete this mission but I can't stand by and let them attack us while we're trying to get in," Wufei yelled as he turned Nataku toward the enemy.
"I'm going to go help Du...whoa. Sandrock!" Quatre yelled as his Gundam took off the same way that Nataku was going, away from the fallen Deathscythe.
"MWAHAHA destruction for all. You cannot know the satisfying pleasure when you rip off the enemy suit's head and drink the sweet, oily nectar inside nor do you know the thrill of the last spark before they explode! Cowardly cowards," Sandrock yelled as he nearly flew into the enemy. Quatre reacted quickly but he was slightly panicky as the Gundam drew its weapons of its own initiative. He did let him input the commands but they went faster then normal and the Sandrock moved with the swiftness of a well-trained human.
"Whoohoo! Take 'em all out! Weaklings."
Nataku made a circuit around the straggling enemies on the sidelines, slicing through them easily with her trident. She and Wufei were in perfect unison; all thoughts of saving Deathscythe from the Leos that still pounded the crumpled Gundams form again and again were lost to him.
Meanwhile, Heero still had a slight amount of difficulty dealing with his Gundam. The good news was that the Aries had left him alone when Trowa blew then up with a few choice bullets from his gatling gun. The bad news was that Wing was still insistent that he not participate in battle.
"See? They're not focusing on us anymore. We can just wait here and I'm sure the other suckers will take care of the battle for us."
Heero continued pounding his head against the panel. "The…mission…the…mission." He repeated this mantra over and over, hitting after each word.
"Go ahead and keep at it. You won't change my mind. No pain, no gain, that's my motto."
"The…mission…"
Over on the other side of the battlefield, Duo was in a bit of a panic himself. He had nearly been burnt to death when he felt the after effects of the beam scythe; it was only a few inches away from breaking into the cockpit. He had then slammed his head against the monitor as the Gundam went down and now he was subjected to all sorts of hits and taunts at the hands of the enemy. It was bad enough that he couldn't escape for fear of being taken out by the cowards. What made it worse was that Deathscythe was down he couldn't bring up the comm. link.
"Damn! Why did you have to go and do that?" Duo whined as he rubbed his sore head.
"Owwies…that really hurt. Why are the Wewos hitting me?"
Duo sat bolt upright but he hit his head as the Gundam lurched once more.
"Deathscythe! When the hell did you come back?" The screen was still pitch black.
"I've been up a lil bit but I didn't wanna get up cuz these Wewos are trying to get me," he said.
"Leos. Can you bring up the link between the others?" Duo asked.
"…The what?"
"The link. Communication. Uh…talk talk with the other Gundams. Oh, call Nataku! You think she's your best friend, right?"
"Ohh Nataku! Yaay…."
There was a long pause in which nothing happened. Duo's smile faltered and he jerked at the controls again.
"So…what happened?"
"I can't do that…I dunno…I just wanna sit here and hum…"
So the blow to the head, while it miraculously hadn't taken out all functions, Deathscythe was even dumber then before, which was some feat. Duo sighed.
"I guess I resign myself to whatever's in store for me…"
As soon as they had taken out all the enemies in the area, less than five minutes with the both of them combined, Wufei seemed to snap out of his justice-endued trance. He turned Nataku toward where Deathscythe was being beaten into a black and white scrapheap.
"Maxwell will die if we don't at least draw the enemy off."
Nataku scoffed, but it came through with a beeping sound. "Like I care. The weak die, remember?"
"I think that he's more along the lines of stupid…besides he is our comrade no matter how much of a damned moron," Wufei replied.
Nataku's radar showed an alarming number of new blips. "Look, I see a new armada. Maybe they called in reinforcements."
Wufei hit the radar, causing them to go away immediately. "No there's not. They can barely put up a fight. I don't think the Cowards know how to use the phone to do something so smart. We have to help him. Go now."
The Gundam didn't move. Wufei scowled.
"I demand it. You are more then capable of handling those measly Leos."
As they continued bickering the Leos seemed to think that their work tenderizing the Deathscythe was done. They each grabbed what remained of the arms and prepared to haul it off. Wufei pointed.
"I don't want to save Maxwell any more then you do but Winner's still occupied and I don't even know what the hell happened to Barton."
Sandrock was currently flying around and trying to catch the trees on fire. The problem was whenever he would make a spark his manic laugher and jumping up and down would cause enough of a wind to put it out.
"Fine, I'll go but you have to wash over any part of me that touches Death-shit fifteen times over."
"…Deal."
They moved forward, finally in agreement. Nataku laughed as she was back in action. Her loud battle voice reached a new level of intensity.
"Hehe, time to show them that justice is as much of a bitch as I am!"
"We definitely agree there."
Needless to say they were distracted by the other two of five Leos on the way over and by the time they were detangled from the rush of battle Deathscythe was nowhere to be found. Nataku and Wufei stood in complete silence, even as Heavyarms moved to meet them.
"So what happened?" Trowa asked as his screen came up.
"Don't ask."
"HEY! NATABITCH! WU-MAN! I'M DOWN HERE!"
The two Gundams looked down. Duo jumped furiously, clutched his head, and then resumed waving like mad. Wufei felt a spark of anger at his sudden appearance.
"What about your Gundam?" Wufei asked angrily.
"I need a ride in so I can get him…or more precisely so you can get him. I wasn't about to sit by and let the Cowards take me hostage again so I bailed while they were distracted with you. You know, you could have gotten the two that were dragging him off first.
Nataku laughed again, "I say we cut our losses and leave now."
Trowa hit the switch to broadcast to Quatre and hopefully to Heero as well.
"It seems we need a new plan."
Thus ends another chapter. As always I hope you enjoyed it and I shall madly type more material. Until next time, you've been warned. Thanks for reading.