G.U.N.D.A.M.
Sand dunes and dust demons covered this side of mother earth's beautiful face. All that could be seen were tiny footsteps and a blurry figure creeping a centimetre's distance a second. From a bird's eye of view. After passing the earth's atmospheric forcefield (which, nowadays, thanks to global warming is easy to pass) and zooming through dangerous clouds you could see James, with his olive back pack, black long baggy leather pants (with a orange stripe near the knee cap), black jacket tied to his waist, his olive t-shirt, his brown hair with bangs covering his ears and his round dog collar on his neck.
"Kami... why have you forsaken me... so... much" Arthur mumbled as he walked across sturdy hard sand. At the end of the shaky sentence he fell to his knees and fell sidewards onto the terrain. James simply gave a satricial smile.
"This is great... I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, don't have much food left, and I don't even know exactly where to go! Jeez! What was I thinking!? The sun must've gotten to me... Should've atleast asked for directions..." His sarcasm and complaining only redirected his attention from the rurring sound approaching. James closed his eyes. All he could see was a red bright blackness of nothing. Then that red turned half black. He opened his eyes to find a gigantic metal object infront of him. James jolted up only to bang his head ontop a darkened finger. A big one atleast. After James endured the pain for a few split seconds, he looked up and couldn't beleive his eyes! A GUNDAM!? James knew he was watching too much anime these days. Well these days a year and a half ago. Then he heard a slight spush sound and then a sssssss sound. He looked over the hand to see Dash, in a completely different outfit. It was a pilot suit. Pockets covered most of it, holding mysterious objects. One looked like a gun was in it, while another one carried a knife sticking out. One looked like a miniature tank! The colour of the suit was camoflauge green. Dash lifted his palm up.
"Yo!" Dash smiled. James just frowned.
"What the hell is this!? I thought you were poor! But you have a freaking G.U.N.D.A.M. in this desert!" Dash giggled.
"It's not a G.U.N.D.A.M. My grandfather served in the great war for humanity. GWFH, remember? He made this weird contraption thingy. Soon they became mass made, but later forgotton and banned for no reason. You can call it G.U.N.D.A.M... but we call it Operative Battle Unit Mechanism Attributing Wind Tunneler. O.B.U.M.A.W.T. for short? Pretty cool, huh?" Dash took out a bottle of water and quenched his mouth. James just lifted an eyebrow.
"... Obumawt? What kind of name is that!?"
"Cool it. My ancestors didn't call it by it's acronyms. Besides there were more. Rumors say the Air Lifted Phologiston Attack Dispenser 18/22 and the Hydrogen Energizing Mechanical Engineering Mobile Unit XVI is still active out there somewhere"
"...Alpad 18/22?! Hememu XVI??!! Are there more?!"
"No... I don't think so... well we won't get anywhere blabbing on about these things. Here, hop on" He pointed to the cock pit at the back of it's rather large head. The two arms had a sword stuck out near the back of their arms and a scythe like weapon was placed behind it. It had mini deflector shields on it's knee caps and shoulders and a large one at the front and back. The cock pit was a big bulge coming out of the back of the head and it was reinforced by polyester super diamond metal only known to be found near the Rainforests of the world. And it's shoulders supported three Destructive Turret Assemblums. D.T.A. for short.
After James picked himself up, he quickly walked over to the back. He stared at the ladder attacked to the sides of the cockpit's door. He walked in after climbing a ladder only to be pulled down by gravity itself. He fell all the way to a platform connected to the real cockpit. He walked in to find himself surround by buttons. He looked outside the glass only to find an array of desert. Dash simply smiled.
"So? Think it's cool now?"
Next Chapter,
Destruction & Isolation
If it must mean sacrifice, than fight through this bad fate, JAMES!