He was a stupid bastard, and he paid the price for it. All four of the thrusters on his serpent were firing at full strength. The result was that he flew forward at a full one hundred thirteen kilometers per hour. Beyond that the result was his death as the mobile suit impaled itself upon three prongs of thermal weaponry before detonating.
The weapon moved now, slashed through one suit while a dragon burst into the mid-segment of another. Cannon blasts fired with devastating effect to rip through metal housings and burn the circuitry and pilots beneath into so much carbon scoring.
This is evil. This is my purpose in life. To destroy it. I must be the one who destroys all evil. This is evil. This is my purpose in life… The thought ran through Wufei's mind over and over again, the sole offer for redemption that he could cling to.
I must atone for my sins. He sliced another suit in two, stabbed a second and lifted it as if his weapon were the pitchfork upon which it had been based to throw it into the path of the on-coming missiles aimed for him.
This is the only way to atone for them. By ensuring the freedom of humanity. If there is to be freedom there can be no more evil. This is evil. This is my purpose in life…
He frowned upon this new repetition as more weaponry detonated against his suit. As many as he destroyed there were more to take their place. They couldn't keep the flow up indefinitely, but he couldn't exactly keep his assault up for that long either.
Dodging a blast from a beam cannon and firing two blasts of concentrated light into another foe he continued his thoughts even as more troops rushed to oppose him.
He was losing ground quickly, and they were still fresh with reinforcements. He had destroyed a number of the enemy's weapons and pilots, but ultimately those could be rebuilt. He had only so much weaponry at his disposal and it was his job to ensure that something irreplaceable was destroyed.
That left only two options: Mariemaia and Daacom. He didn't have to choose between which target to hit seeing as both were already in the same location.
Wufei shook his head, not for the waste of life in such a young woman but for the stupidity of the two in choosing to monitor the battle from the same location however secure they might think it was.
Thrusters blackened the ground one last time and the young man flew both to his doom and to his salvation. The primary reason that nobody tried this kind of maneuver, flying over enemy mobile suits, is that it's suicidal. One wants to be fully in the midst of the enemy such that a missed shot won't just fly off into oblivion- it will impact another enemy and, hopefully, take them out of the fight.
The troops defending the Brussels estate of course realized the importance of keeping everyone in the fight, and therefore had held back when firing in the midst of allies. However, when Ntaku was right over their heads and aiming was barely even necessary everything flew. Missiles, bullets, bits of destroyed mobile suits, anything that could be used as a weapon was and their target suffered accordingly.
Explosions shook delicate circuitry free of its housing, electromagnets lost strength, servomotors fired on their own and the suits smashed to the ground mere meters from its target, still taking heavy fire.
Wufei smiled, a grin just for himself. "They don't even know what I'm trying to do." Laughter escaped his lips as round after round of fire smashed into his Gundam and he continued toward the seal.
Upon arrival he slammed his weapon into the crack in the center. Using the enemy's firepower against them he merely held on tightly to the weapon and allowed himself to be levered back by the sheer force of his foes' attacks.
A mobile suit-sized hole creaked open and Ntaku fell into the crevasse both by choice and by accident the enemy's firepower having left the left leg inn-operable.
The grin still had yet to leave his face.
He could hear his own breath, and that alone was deafening. On top of that the man could hear the low hum of electricity flowing through his dash, the sound of explosions ripping through the air and, ever so faintly, the sound of someone screaming far, far away for their mother.
The last noise slowly faded away, but the others stayed. The man was terrified. He frankly didn't care how righteous Mariemaia's ideals were, if that Gundam, the new one that was actually killing people, the one that was supposed to be on their side, came at him he was going to run as quickly as he could.
He fired on the thing- quite frankly it was that or be fired upon by his allies- but he didn't put much heart into it. He always made sure that at least three people stood between him and death.
He's not shooting back, though. Why in the world isn't he shooting back? As the pilot watched the mobile suit pried open the first layer of security into Mariemaia's fortress. It promptly fell into the hole it had created.
His breath rate slowed slightly and he almost laughed. The thing was defeated. There was no chance that he was going to die, now, not now that it was dead.
As he watched mobile suits crowded around it to fire into the corpse. That was all that thing could be now- a corpse.
Death is dead… We've killed death… The thought prompted the pilot to giggle just a little bit before he got back to the job at hand. That thing had to be rendered completely and totally inoperable. Even mangled and destroyed as it was that suit could still harbor a potentially deadly pilot.That pilot had been a stupid bastard, and now he had to pay the price for it.
Engines fired along the length of his Serpent suit and the man lifted off above the dead death. It prompted another giggle from him just thinking that.
He realized, still giggling, that he'd made a mistake- the same mistake dozens of men just like himself had made- he'd underestimated a Gundam.
Twin Dragons shot out of the pit, one of them slamming into his suit just to the right of his cockpit, the second a neighboring suit. Both failed to detonate and were dragged down through the fire of their fellows to land next to and on top of Ntaku with a jarring thud.
A moment later another suit crashed down on top of the other two missing its head due to cannon fire.
The process repeated itself- the hole filled with disabled mobile suits as the dragons were fired again and again, dragging more and more enemies into the hole. The light was cut off and all that the pilot could hear anymore was the repetitive shunk… Thud!Of the Dragons firing again and again, each time disabling another suit, each time dragging it to its doom.
He already knew what would happen, knew that he would die, and knew that it wouldn't hurt one bit. A bright light shone before him, almost like at the end of a long dark tunnel. Sadly, the man shook his head. It wasn't time for that light. Not yet.
He suddenly realized just how incredibly warm he was.
Wufei smiled for the last time. "Goodbye, Ms. Mariemaia. Goodbye, Daacom. I'm finally going to stop fighting. That's the first and last thing that you want me to do, though, isn't it?"
The smile stayed on his face, even after he pressed the self-detonation switch. It remained frozen in place until the very skin attached to his skull was burnt off and the bone beneath incinerated that that smile faded away.
Truluck was returning from the refueling station when he saw it. A column of flame flew out of the Brussels estate into the sky and consumed the majority of the remaining troops.
Dust and pebbles were lifted from the ground at such wind speeds that they could crush steel plating and with enough heat to burn through most anything even without the speed.
The man squinted and looked into the distance, selecting a magnification option on his console. Flying at full speed away from the tremendous explosion was the Talgeese Mk. III.