Rebirth of the Guardians – the long awaited sequel to chapter – 15
Chapter 16 – war with an Ultrasaurus
So I've established Gundam somewhere in the far (I mean far when I say far) future. As an aside I won't really pick (meaning you will be able to imply but not necessarily choose) a particular choice in a Gundam universe.
Also, as a random aside, the mobile suits from last chapter kind of (in my mind anyway) look, are armed similarly too and act like the serpent mobile suits from Gundam wing endless waltz. I didn't mean that but it happened anyway.
Um… I don't have much else to say so on with the chapter!
-Begin-
Lazar Kaganovitch was very unhappy. Not only did he have reports on the death of his earth woman he had confirmed reports that the last earthling man was leading an assault on his capitol city. It was something that tended to put dictators in very bad moods. Not only had his assault lost most of its initial momentum but he had to deal with a bunch of guardian force loons attacking his home city. "And they won too." Lazar muttered between gritted teeth. That was the biggest blow that they had won. The capitol, although admittedly not impossible to take, should have been close enough to have the new enemies lose. Although there were reports that about half of the city was under Zenebas control the palace had actually been taken and held as well as Lisa dorell's personal mobile suit that she had custom made with the new alloy lunar titanium. (Gundam!) And the empire had lost its revolutionary 'mobile suits' as Lisa had called them. Supposedly, while not as specialized as Zoids they were much more generally capable of all sorts of fighting and thus able to be, in some respects, more effective machines. The fact that they were three times the height of Zoids didn't hurt their odds in battle. However he had several on each Ultrasaurus still moving towards the enemy acting as mobile front line bases. As well as fifty on his own custom command Ultrasaurus. His was larger than the standard models and had been under construction for over 100 years. It had more firepower and zoid storage. And for this special campaign it had 500 backup Zoids traveling with it on the path back to the city. And now, still 10 days out of range for accurate fire, the city was just visible through binoculars and not laser scopes. And of course it was visible for the invaders in the city as well.
Lazar Kaganovitch was not a happy man, he had lost his capitol and his assault had finally lost its initial momentum at almost the exact same time. And now he was going to bring about his revenge.
Several miles away and only eight days away from being in firing range of the Ultrasaurus the attack group sat on top of the plateau and looked at the giant thing on the other side of the hills. Gunsnipers were already taking potshots at enemy Zoids, and when they missed they hit the Ultrasaurus. And did nothing… Tom had arrived at the base a few hours earlier and was currently staring at the Ultrasaurus with a few other people through laser scopes binoculars and other devices that would allow them to get a good look at the giant zoid. The people on the cliff talked about this attack method and that one, but came to no real solution. Every now and then reports came in from the city that things were going their way, and such and such and area had been captured, or so many Zoids had been captured. There had even been a report of a capturing of three mobile suits completely unharmed. Tom had shown little joy about that saying, "It's not easy to pilot a mobile suit. They're extremely different from Zoids you know."
"True." Had come Tom's voice again, "But I have training to do that." Everyone looked to see no-name in a captured suit carrying two others with him. "I think you'll want to have me help out." No-name said dropping the two machines down on the ground and landing his own as well. No-names machine and the other two he had brought with him were different than the models that had been in the city. No-names was like Tom's except the shoulder were protected by much more bulky armor and the armor was much thicker in general. The other two had jets in place of shoulders and small wings coming out of the sides. They were capable of something more like aerial zoid flight.
Tom looked at the mobile suits and ran over to one cockpit. "Hmm… It's armed with a self destruct mechanism… I think I have an idea." He stuck his special training device (that survived via a special P.L.O.T. shield (don't ask what is stands for, it's just a dumb acronym made to make an obvious fourth wall reference)) in a computer port and began running some sort of simulation on it. After a few minutes Tom hopped into cockpit and put his hands on the controls. "Do you have some piloting A.I.?" He asked someone who was nearby.
"Yeah, a lot of it is in use in Zoids but we can spare a couple of units." The man said, "You need two right?"
"Yea, but I think I'm going to bring these suits inside. I've got some sort of plan, I think."
Later when all four mobile suits were inside Tom hooked up his simulator to a computer and a projector began showing his plan. "My plan may not be perfect, but it's the best we've got. The way I see it is ultrasauruses have two weaknesses, the cockpit and the legs. Since the stupid machine can rip through a whale king that wanders into its line of fire with ease as well as anything else that reaches the cockpit our primary option is a low flying attack on the legs with big weapons. In come the mobile suits and beam cannons. Because they're so damn huge and beam weapons are massively powerful." A scenario where the mobile suits jetted into firing range of the ultrasauruses legs played on the screen in full color. "Here while no-name and myself fire at things that try and shoot the other two mobile suits the two unmanned suits hit the leg and self destruct, hopefully destroying the leg, if not no-name and I will shoot it with big lasers a lot and pray it then goes boom." A scenario where the two mobile suits crashed into the leg and exploded and destroyed the leg was played, and then one where the leg survived was played. "Either way the Ultrasaurus will be weak and we'll be able to take it out at our mercy with whatever weapons we choose."
"What if they shoot you down?" Someone asked.
Tom laughed, "Trust me, they won't."
"What if they shoot you down because you were arrogant?"
"Trust me. They. Will. All. Die. I will kill every one of those murderous bastards who dared to manipulate forces beyond their level of comprehension and make them regret they days they were born."
"Will you try and strike the cockpit?" Another person asked a somewhat fuming Tom.
"Maybe, if luck allows it." He grumbled as he pushed buttons on his simulator. "Here's a simulation for a successful attack like that, upper right hand corner will display the odds in a bit." The simulation began with the mobile suits just flying around and unleashing all of their arms payloads on the cockpit, and the unmanned ones ending up smashing into the legs and self destructing anyway. The upper right hand corner had this number in it, 4/235697. (No I don't know if the fraction can be reduced) Tom sighed, "Knowing me and my luck I'll probably take the harder path and actually try and point blank attack of some sort where the odds are smaller still. But hey that's me. Now of course the only good thing about this simulator is that I didn't include any assisting forces in it helping us. I don't think I need a lot of them in order to live, but I need a lot in order to win." Tom grumbled as he began putting numbers into his little machine. "I can't say how many, but the more the merrier I suppose. And besides how else are we going to deal with all those enemy Zoids that are in the Ultrasaurus." Tom pocketed his simulator. "Well I'm set in my plan; I'll let the actual army commanders decide how many troops we need."
The various generals there looked at Tom in disbelief, "You mean you aren't going to guide us further?" One exclaimed.
"No not really."
"But you're the last earthling, a super human who should be able make decisions like these with ease!" Another shouted.
"You know what; I'm sick and tired of being considered a strategic genius. As far as strategy goes I just have a bit of luck numbers and chance work together for me. All I have more than you is personal skill." Tom sighed, he really was tired of all this considering of him as a superior earthling were tiring. This was planet Zi not earth!
"Fine then." One general said calmly, "I know that my entire zoid unit is just sitting around here doing nothing. We will deploy our 500 Zoids in assistance of you."
"Ok, I'll leave troop distributions to you all then. I've got to work on my machine." Tom walked off already having a head full of ideas what to do.
Thirty six hours later in the dead of night the attack squad moved out with the two doll suits in the lead while Tom and no-name took up the rear with machines that were armed to the teeth. Tom had a small key pad on his lap and he entered a few words complaining about using zoidian characters for programming and mumbling about assembling the program from binary. Then the two doll suits took off much faster than Tom and no-name headed towards the forwards left leg. "I set them to evade all fire and self destruct upon contact with the leg." Tom set his machine down and pulled out a beam cannon it began to cackle with black electricity. "Just in case we'll get ready to fire." Tom was not in error in thinking that, for as the suits closed in lights and weapon fire tore through the sky.
Then his own men began blasting away with several units carrying heavy weapons packs. The firepower ratio was highly in their favor. Then the two suits impacted, albeit damaged but still they landed. Tom pushed two buttons at once to arm the missiles and activate the self destruct simultaneously. The explosion was grand, and then a moment after it passed Tom and no-name both fired their weapons. Tom's beam cannon and no-names hyper bazooka. The two impacted at the leg shortly after the explosions began to fade, and promptly made new ones. A moment passed and nothing happened. "Not exactly what I was hoping for…" Tom trailed as he fired again, and several more times. "Crap." He cursed plainly as he threw aside his overheated weapon. "Seems the armor is a lot tougher than I thought it would be. Means we gotta try something else."
"What?"
"I see two command points that are natural weak spots on the zoid. I figure if they both go then we effectively shut this zoid down."
"I thought you said that was almost impossible!" No-name replied as his machine went back to back with Tom's and the pair fired at enemies around them.
"Back in the day I was known for making the impossible possible." He paused as there was a moment of peace. "Let's do this." The two took off, "I've got the upper command point." Tom said, and then he and his partner scattered.
Tom took off strafing the surface of the massive Ultrasaurus as he was attacked from guns on the body of the zoid and enemies in the air.
In the main cockpit Lazar got reports of the two mobile suits buzzing around his personal command zoid headed his way, he instantly ordered every gun to be pointed at them and kill then both. Everyone listened without a thought.
Tom now faced a much larger bombardment; he heard a large boom far down the neck and saw No-name fire shots into the lower cockpit. In his moment of distraction they all appeared, and by 'they all' I mean every freakin zoid and mobile suit that had been within firing range when Lazar ordered Tom dead thirty seconds ago. And by 'appeared' I mean the ones within firing range were now an obstacle in Tom's path and many others were firing at him. Tom, floating at a relatively peaceful pace in the sky, decided that there was nothing to do but make a big boom in the enemy forces. Producing his beam rifle he shot enemies out of the sky like flies. Putting his gatling gun in the other hand he blew away two people before the Gatling gun was shot. Throwing the weapon up above him he blasted it three times making it and a few random machine parts explode.
Then one enemy came in close at Tom's front and Tom swatted it away with his rifle. Another came in at his back while he shot the attacker and grabbed his right arm. Tom quickly produced one curved sword and cut the mobile suit in half. But then it took his rifle with it before exploding. Taking both curved swords they glowed red and emitted heat. Slicing up several foes above him Tom made it to a few hundred feet from the main cockpit. Activating his mini Gatling guns he prepared to fire on the cockpit when enemies lined up in his path. Not thinking to let go of the trigger he ripped through all but one of them. This one unit was a special unit that looked like his own, but had the two guns he had just thrown away. Producing them as Tom had the pilot fired on Tom who evaded and launched the missiles that were on the armor. The enemy suit that was like his didn't even move while he watched the missiles shoot around him. Tom was sure the pilot must have spent a good thirty seconds figuring what Tom had been thinking when he launched the missiles. But Tom knew they would bite his foe in the ass plenty soon enough. After way too many minutes of floating in the air waiting for something to happen the suit pointed its weapons at Tom who didn't flinch in the least. Then four blue lasers tore through the machine with heartless precision killing the pilot and sending the suit crashing into the ground in one go. The four rockets were the source of these beams and they now had small nodes sticking out of them where the lasers had originated from and were floating in the air. They spread out and began causing chaos killing more people. Tom then took off at the cockpit with his two curved swords heating up in preparation for melting the people inside.
Inside Lazar Kaganovitch stood momentarily still in shock. Then after a few seconds he shouted, "WHERE IS THAT CUSTOM IRON KONG!" As he himself began to walk out of the cockpit. "I'm retreating to my quarters. My life cannot be risked now not with the one person capable of taking my life so close to doing it." He got no words of dissatisfaction with his statement or order and was allowed to leave not paying attention to the arrival of said custom iron Kong.
Said iron Kong grabbed the two swords and held it with it's very human like hands. Tom was caught on this new foe and began to try and disable him by heating up the blades to their max. However this made the actual structure weak and thus the iron Kong was able to snap the two swords, even though it was at the cost of the use of his fingers. But a solid metal blob hurts more than a metal fist and the pilot made smart use of that. However Tom caught incoming blow with his machines left hand and pointed his right hand forwards as the four special funnels (the 'missiles' official designation) followed his command firing on the Kong and damaging it. However the zoid fired back and destroyed all four. However it met Tom's special sword he had transported for his own use. One swing removed the Zoids arm. "I should have used this from the start." Tom commented as he took up a stance vaguely similar to a golfer before a good 500+ yard putt and came around in a long arc through the iron Kong's head. Then back through the middle of the Iron Kong's body the long way and into the Ultrasaurus. The blade made a circle that didn't remove the head but it still scraped the floor of the cockpit and killed the Tom/zoidian genetic experiment zoid commander. Reaching a point behind the ultrasauruses head Tom leapt above the neck and dashed down with his sword curing around the neck to finally remove the head. Finally as the head fell to the ground the fire slowed and eventually stopped as the Ultrasaurus saw explosions in various areas of its body where important things were.
Tom sighed in relief in his cockpit the conflict was, in theory, finally over. Now he just had to go and take reddy to another continent and get rid of the machine he was currently in.
Stupid machine…
-End-
Well that's all done and over with, I don't got more to say