BEHIND THE NINE BALL-CHAPTER THREE: "BEYOND THE FEARS".
Hello again!, this chapter is one of the most "beautiful" chapters of the story, really I like it, coz there's the true face of the Hustler One at the beginning, thanks for read this fic, and please continue the story, you'll see, it's at least funny. Well again I say… bring me your comments, ideas, opinions, what you want the Hustler One do, or something similar, well without more to say, there is the chapter…
To find the real strength it's necessary to know your opponent,
your allies, but most important, you need to know yourself.
-Before-battle soldier thought.
Now there it's the time, all I need to go to the success is to defeat my opponent, only those ones able to control his/her AC may enter to the Raven's Ark, and I feel sure of myself… I will do it (well that's what I thought before the battle)…
Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!!... (what a surprise!, the battles will be in the Global Television and Communications Company –GTCC- and all the world gonna see me!!!), WE'RE IN THE TYRANIDE ARENA OF THE NORTH RAVEN BASE!!!...THE FIRST BATTLE WILL BEGIN IN A FEW MINUTES!!!... PILOT "ARTIFICIAL" AND PILOT "CLOWN EYE" GET READY!!... THE ENTIRE WORLD IS WATCHING YOU NOW… SO DO YOUR BEST!!!!,
This scene was really exciting, the two ACs entering in the enormous arena, Artificial's AC was a tank type, the Clown Eye's AC was an humanoid leg type; one in the north zone, the other on the south, really I saw myself in the other applicants. Obviously the AC's equipment is "not the best" line of weapons and motive and armouring parts (but better than the AC 01 of the beginning of the games).
Artificial: Sorry friend! This battle is mine, and I don't want to lose –he said with a sarcastic voice-
Clown Eye: HA! You won't know what stroked you baby!!!!
.The battles were violent, the ACs parts flying, some ACs fighting without an arm, a leg, head… explosions around the arena, here no one knows the meaning of mercy nor compassion… you must kill your enemy before him/her kills you.
Announcer: THE LAST BATTLE OF THE DAY WILL BE STARTED IN SOME MINUTES!... PILOT "INNER SIGHT" AND PILOT "HUSTLER ONE" PLEASE COME TO THE ARENA…
You imagine how I feel in this moment, finally my opportunity to be a true Raven, I'm very nervous, but fail is not on my plans.
Inner Sight: mmm… Nine Ball…. Ja! What a joke, that's not an AC name, maybe the pilot is worse than the AC's name… -he said it laughing and targeting me with his rifle.
Hustler One: SHUT UP! You don't know anything about me!!…
Inner Sight: Oh! Where are my modals?, let me introduce myself, I'm the Razor's pilot… the great Inner Sight, my family is economically powerful, I studied at the "Technological Mechanics Institute" (the best academy for the applicants for pilots and mechanics), and… let me tell you… I'm the highest score of ALL the applicants… well now you know me, then, who are you?-he said it laughing again.
At this moment neither my arms nor my legs response, I'm freeze, my opponent is not someone normal, the highest score, really I want to attack, but I can't. Seconds later he launched his AC against the Nine Ball, with a tackle movement, I fell on the ground…
Inner Sight: COME ON!! TELL ME WHO ARE YOU?!!!!!, YOU ARE NOTHING!!!... He was kicking Nine Ball with his AC.
Hustler One: in my mind: No! this isn't happening, I gonna lose… lose it all…
On the control panel, I have the picture of Avril, my reason to win, and that's enough!, I targeted him with my pulse rifle and shot his AC's face.
Inner Sight: WHAT?!...
Hustler One: TAKE THIS!!!-I'm firing my entire arsenal: missiles, pulse ammunitions, bombs and striking with the laser blade- DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!!
Inner Sight: It's my turn… -he flew to the sun direction (obvious I can't see anything) and began to fire his rifle and missiles against me- jajaja!
I don't know what to do, it looks like my weapons are inoffensive against him, but I can't surrender, I took cover on structures in the arena.
Hustler One: dammit!, he's avoiding all my shots, I need other strategy, mmm… what about the close quarter combat…
I turned on my overboosts and flew quickly to him on zig zag to strike the Razor with the laser blade... but when I was at 10 meters from him, he jumped and turned at left, he avoided my quick attack…
Hustler One: IT CAN'T BE!
Inner Sight: don't make me laugh!, and you though with this stupid movement you'll defeat me! –at this moment he shot my core and damaged it hard.
Hustler One: the systems of the legs are failing, the core can't receive the legs information as well- WHAT NOW?!, not the legs, not now!
He targeted me with a rail cannon, 20 METERS FROM ME!
Inner Sight: It's time friend...
Hustler One: really I feel I lose this time, I just began to cry and think all my dreams, my promise and myself are lost- What can I do?!, really am I lost?, why is this happenning? –I said trying to understand what and why this is happenning to me.
Suddenly an inner vision comes to me, in the vision is the Nine Ball prototype finished (it means the Nine Ball you and me have seen in the game), but I see something special, the emblem, I remembered why I am fighting for, and I saw the Avril's face with an hapinness expression... I MUST win, I said to myself.
Hustler One: I'M NOT DONE YET!! –I charged my entire arsenal, and began to fire like I never did before; my AC flew with an extraordinary presition and I don't know how, but I did some accrobacies on the sky.
Inner Sight: How is this happenning?, I destroyed his core, JUST IT CANNOT BE!!
Now I'm blinded by the anger, I don't see the arena, I don't see the cameras, I don't see myself, I just see my opponent destroyed by my hands. In seconds I launched my AC against Inner Sight and he fell down to the ground, and I tresspassed his core with Nine Ball hands, then I BEGAN TO TAKE OFF ALL HIS AC'S PARTS AND TAKE OFF HIS ARMS, LEGS... it looked like a ravenous beast attack to a innofensive one.
Hustler One: Now... YOU WANT TO KNOW ME!!... ANSWER ME!!! –at this moment I lifted him from his head- I am the Nine Ball's pilot... I'm the Hustler One –then I destroyed his head.
Communication device (inside the AC): congratulations Hustler One, you are now a Raven.
Really I thought I never finish that chapter, but I did it!. Believe me, I'm working harder in the grammar, that's a nightmare... as you can see.
To Viable solution... men... I think we all are soldiers (ok, ravens in this case) but I trait all people like mr or msc (no matter... I think). Congratulations for your fic, it is getting interesting, continue it friend. See you in the next chapter...