Disclaimer: I do not own After War Gundam X, nor do I claim to.
Hey, it's time to update this story! I'm giving everyone fair warning, we're dealing with post apocalyptic aftermath here… its some pretty dark stuff… like early Universal Century Tomino dark… But it gets lighter as the chapter goes on… and as always please read and review.
Edit 2/7/12: Name correction made after realizing the mistake.
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"Brother I think it's time we make our debut…" Olba smiled.
"Be patient Olba… it's only a prelude…" Shagia smiled in return. "To the readers, please enjoy…" he bowed slightly and turned to leave.
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Ch. 4
A.W. 0003
"Is it over yet?" Jamil peaked his head around the doorway, "Yikes!" he ducked, as a glass bottle of iodine flew through the air, where his head had been a moment before shattering against the wall.
"Push!" The doctor urged.
"I AM FUCKING PUSHING DAMN IT AHHHHH!" Mrs. Salsamille screamed.
"That's it dear breath…" Able encouraged her, before a hand shot up, and seized him by his shirt pulling him down to eye level.
"YOU ARENT TRYING TO PUSH A SEVEN POUND LIVING THING OUT OF YOU SHUT UP!" Mrs. Salsamille screamed in his face.
"Yes dear… push…" Able smiled at her.
"PUSH NOTHING AHHHHH!" Mrs. Salsamille screamed in his face.
"That's it!" The doctor smiled as Mrs. Salsamille collapsed back against the bed breathing heavily.
"It's a boy!" The doctor smiled.
"A boy…" Able smiled at his wife "it's a boy!" he beamed.
The doctor gently wrapped the brown haired baby in a small blanket, and handed it to able "Congradulations Mr. and Mrs. Salsamille…"
"Dear…" Mrs. Salsamille groaned.
"It's a boy!" Able beamed at her.
"I know it's a boy… but what are we going to name him?" She asked as she breathed heavily, relaxing after the ordeal.
Able blinked before looking at the child, who was now blinking, and looking back at him. "Uhh…"
Mrs. Salsamille sighed "Able…"
"Yes dear?" Able, and the baby both looked at her.
"No… I was suggesting we name him after you…" Mrs. Salsamille sighed weakly, as she touched her hand to her face covering her eyes for a moment.
Able looked at the boy again who blinked at him "Nah… do you really think this kid would like being named after his old man?"
"Well I happen to like it…" Mrs. Salsamille glared at him.
"Dr. Salsamille umm…" Jamil blinked, as he looked at him.
"What is it Jamil, do you have a…" Able trailed off as he felt a light tug on his head. He blinked and looked at his son. Sure enough, the little boy's hand had a firm grasp on the yellow baseball hat's brim.
"See he even likes that stupid hat of yours just as much, as you…" Mrs. Salsamille smiled.
"No it just means he has good tastes…" Able smiled.
"What about Sam then?" Jamil suggested.
Able looked over at his wife, who nodded "Well then kid… looks like you're Sam from now on…"
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A.W. 04
"Tiffa could you come here for a minute…?" Mrs. Adill called to her daughter.
"Yes mommy…" Tiffa made her way into the room slowly.
"Did you knock my vase over?" Mrs. Adill asked directly holding the shattered remains of the vase.
"I…" Tiffa's gaze fell to the floor "I didn't mean to mommy… I just don't know…"
Mrs. Adill sighed "I'm not angry with you Tiffa… I just wish you would have…" the sound of shattering glass caught her attention, as she looked to see a coffee cup that had been hanging crack, and break not falling from its holder, where the handle still hung on its hook.
"What in the…" Mrs. Adill blinked.
"I'm sorry mommy!" Tiffa started to bawl her eyes out, as she collapsed to her knees. Two more coffee cups shattered in the exact same fashion.
"Oh good lord…" Mrs. Adill's eyes were wide, as she looked at her daughter.
Xxx
The door burst open on Ennil's room "Ennil, honey get up!" Mrs. El shook her daughter.
"What is it mommy?" Ennil rubbed her eyes as she pushed herself up in bed, only to have clothes thrown at her.
"Get dressed quickly! We have to go now!" Mrs. El looked at her frantically.
Ennil started to pull her clothes on "What's going on mommy? You're scaring me…"
"It's going to be alright dear, just please hurry!" Mrs. El made her way back out into the hall.
A loud crash caught Ennil's attention, and she jumped out of bed "Mom…" she called softly.
"SPACENOID SCUM!" An unfamiliar voice shouted.
"Please… we don't… AHH!" Mrs. El screamed, as the sound of someone getting slapped echoed through the house.
"Mom!" Ennil ran out into the living room only to be grabbed by a man.
"Please don't…" Mrs. El pleaded, some blood running down her mouth.
"Lemme go!" Ennil struggled against the man's grip.
"That prick thought he could lead a happy life here after what happened…" The one man glared.
Ennil's eyes widened seeing the man, wearing a rather tattered and worn UNE uniform.
"Where's my dad?" She shouted at them.
"Little bitch has a mouth…" the man who was holding her slapped her hard across the face.
"Please don't hurt her… she's only a child!" Mrs. El pleaded.
A man came in from the kitchen "Bring them…" he nodded.
The men dragged Ennil and Mrs. El outside into the dark yard where she saw her father, badly bruised and bloodied "I never intended…"
"Shut the fuck up!" A soldier yelled as she rammed the butt of her rifle into General El's nose. The loud crunch of it breaking echoed over the sound of the men digging into the cold hard ground.
"Please… at least let Ennil…" Mrs. El cried.
"Mom…" Ennil looked at her.
"The fuck should we care she's a Spacenoid…" A man laughed "And on top of that she's related."
"Please… she's only a little girl!" General El looked at them "I'm begging you…"
"If you're gonna beg… then do it like the dog you are on all fours…" One of the UNE soldiers smirked, as he glared at General El. He blinked as General El slumped forward onto his knees before going to the ground.
"Please… allow my daughter to live…" Nada pleaded at the officer's feet.
The officer smirked "Well would you look at that… the great General El of the SRA reduced to a groveling fool. Fine… we'll let the girl live…" he nodded to the other soldiers who got out of the holes.
"Mom… Dad…" Ennil looked at them.
"Be strong Ennil… you're a brave and strong girl… promise me you'll live." General El looked at his daughter.
Mrs. El hugged Ennil crying "My baby… I'm sorry… I love you Ennil. Promise mommy, you'll try your hardest…"
"Mom…" Ennil started to cry "Don't… please…"
"That's enough…" The female UNE soldier pulled Ennil away from her. "Time to pay for your crimes…"
Mrs. El was slowly pulled away as she resisted trying to remain with her daughter over to the ditch. "This is for Martha…" The officer put the gun to the back of Nada El's head "go to hell SRA scum!" he fired once, the shot ripped through his head, and he fell into the ditch.
"DADDY!" Ennil screamed.
Another soldier fired twice into Mrs. El's head next, killing her instantly.
Ennil's eyes were wide, as the warm tears trickled down her face "Mom… Dad…" she spoke softly, as the soldiers cheered, firing their guns into the cold dark sky. As they made their way off back towards the town, leaving Ennil kneeling in the snow, with her whole life collapsing around her, her only family now dead, all because they were from the colonies.
Xxx
A.W. 0006
"Jamil…" Able nudged him "Get up!"
"Wha… what is it Able it's…" he blinked looking at the clock in his room "Three in the morning…"
"We have to talk now, get dressed quickly." Able tossed him a dark navy blue jacket.
"Okay… what's going on?" Jamil got up and started to get dressed.
"I got a call from town, apparently there's a mob heading this way… they know you're here." Able looked at him.
"What…we have to get out of here!" Jamil started picking up his pace of getting dressed.
"No… you have to get out of here." Able looked at him "The call came a minute ago and they left town about ten minutes ago, they'll be here any minute now... get the Kid, and go north along the road for about two miles, then head due east for about a half mile into the forest, you'll find an old UNE base. It was a supply depot."
"Wait… no you have to…" Jamil looked at him.
"Look Jamil the reason I'm telling you this is that there's an Alps-class with a GX-9900 in that base. I brought it here for just this kind of emergency. I need you to make sure Sam is safe… There are a few good men who were with the unit assigned to maintaining the Gundam series suits… they're on the base." Dr. Salsamille looked at him.
"But why aren't you…" Jamil stopped, as Able held out a photograph. In it was a group of men, and women wearing lab coats, Able was among them, with his wife.
"Because we need to keep the mob distracted… we can't have them going after you guys. I learnt that much from one of the idiots in this photo… look, if anyone shows up with some Gundam type suits that you don't recognize and ask about me… ask them this question, what keeps Professor G hopping? If they answer with my yellow hat… show them the photograph…" he held out the picture for him.
"But Dr…" Jamil blinked.
"Don't make me repeat myself… it's bad for my health… at least that's what Ian would say…" Able smirked "Stay at the base until you're pretty sure things have calmed down a little… or at least calmed down enough that you can bring the Freeden, and the X out."
Jamil blinked, as he took the photograph "Alright…"
Able nodded and led the way out into the kitchen where Mrs. Salsamille stood bundling up Sam. "Dear lord the poor kid looks like a blob of cloth…" Able laughed as he saw his three year old son.
"Daddy… help… I can't put my arms down!" The Kid yelled out from behind the scarf wrapped around his head, and neck.
"Sam… promise mommy you won't give Jamil a hard time." Mrs. Salsamille looked at him.
"Okay…"Sam blinked as his mother pulled him into a tight hug before kissing him on the forehead.
"Come here Kid…" Able smiled at his son who toddled over to him, obviously overwhelmed with the added layers of clothes. Able knelt down, pushed his son's arms down "I think it's time I give this to you… it's always been my good luck charm, take good care of it Kid…" he smiled as he took the hat off of his head and pulled the hood down from his son's slightly curled hair and tugged it down onto his head backwards.
"Thanks daddy!" Sam smiled as he charged into his father's arms.
"Promise me you'll listen to Jamil… no matter what he says." Dr. Salsamille smiled at his son, who nodded in return "Good kid…" he stood up "Get going, and don't look back for at least forty eight hours."
Jamil nodded as he scooped up the Kid "Alright Kid… looks like you're going with me…"
Xxx
Jamil sighed as he carried the kid through the dark night "Damn it… where the hell is this base?" the flashlight illuminating the rough path through the woods.
As they broke through a series of trees they came out directly in front of the towering steel hangar bay doors of the base. As Jamil made his way inside the dim hangar he looked upward.
The bow of the white and grey Alps-Class land battleship loomed ahead of him. The cycling of a pump action shotgun caught his attention "Dr. Salsamille sent me." Jamil called out.
"Name?" A male voice called to him.
"Jamil Neate, I have Sam Salsamille with me. You one of the mechanics?" Jamil asked before the searchlights around the upper part of the ship activated and swiveled onto him.
"Yeah it's him…" Another voice called.
"Able needs help, there's a mob coming towards the house, we need to launch!" Jamil yelled as one of the mechanics came into view.
"Sorry Cap… that'll take a few hours." The slightly portly young man with black hair walked forward, and flipped the shotgun up to his shoulder aiming the muzzle towards the hangar ceiling.
"What do you mean that'll take a few hours?" Jamil snapped "Where's the GX-9900 then I'll go out and…" he trailed off as the man held up his hand.
"Look… we would if we could… the X is still in the process of being run through diagnostic tests, we only finished assembling it yesterday. We don't even know if the OS works in the damn thing… let alone if all of the parts are good."
"Then why cant we go out with the ship?" Jamil looked at him.
"Not enough people to get it ready that quick… it'll take that long to get it ready to launch." The man looked at him.
"What do you mean? Aren't there a bunch of mechanics at this base?" Jamil glared at him "We have to do something!"
"Let me put this as bluntly as possible for you Jamil… there is nothing we can do in that amount of time, and we have a total of three men… excluding the kid…" The man looked at him.
Jamil clenched his fist and threw a punch at the man which narrowly missed "Hey, loaded gun!" the man jumped back.
Jamil looked over to the side of the hangar, there on a transport trailer was the GX-9900 waiting "I'm going…" he took off at a run for the suit.
"Hey I just told you we haven't finished the diagnostic tests!" The man yelled at him.
Jamil jumped up onto the trailer, and climbed up onto the suit, running up to the cockpit he froze. A chill ran down his spine as he saw the familiar controls, memories of the colonies falling in droves raced through his head.
"Well you going?" The portly man looked up at him.
"I… I…" Jamil took a step back, as his breathing became ragged.
"They call it Cockpit Phobia… Some pilots get it after a pretty bad battle… Dr. Salsamille had a hunch you might have it." The mechanic looked at him "just climb down you're in no shape to fight right now."
"No the doctor needs me!" Jamil jumped forward landing in the cockpit, and suddenly he froze, feeling a terror unlike he had ever felt before running through his mind. He looked down at the controls, the right stick was missing.
He blinked as he felt the jacket against his leg, reaching into the pocket, he pulled out the control, tied to it was a note. "Jamil, you know the safety measures built into the X to prevent the SRA from deploying it easily right… Well this is the control stick from your old machine, you had such a tight grip on it you wouldn't let go when we pulled you out. I have a hunch you've got a fear of piloting again… Don't push yourself…"
Xxx
"Hey… you alive Jamil?" Sam poked him causing him to wake up.
"Wha… what happened?" Jamil blinked.
"You blacked out… from a panic attack…" The mechanic looked at him.
"How long have I been out?" Jamil asked.
"About twelve hours…" The other man walked over.
"Hey Tex… when'd you get here?" Jamil blinked as he recognized the doctor that had delivered Able Jr.
"When I got a call to make a house call to Able's, when I arrived it looked like the place had been turned upside down… that's when he arrived…" Dr. Tex nodded at the black haired mechanic.
"Take the Kid outside… we need to talk with Jamil for a minute…" The black haired mechanic nodded to the thinner brown haired one who led the kid outside.
"What's going on… is the ship ready to go yet?" Jamil asked as he started to attempt to get up.
"Don't be in a massive rush Jamil…" Tex pushed him back down "You went through some serious mental hell…"
"Where's Able, he should be here by…" Jamil stopped.
Tex pulled over a chair and sat down "When I arrived at the house, the first thing I noticed wasn't that it was ransacked…" he knocked out a cigarette from the pack he had on him shakily pulling it out before fumbling with his lighter to light it.
"You're telling me to take it easy and you look like you've gone through hell…" Jamil blinked at him.
"It's pretty hard to forget seeing what I saw two hours ago…" Dr. Tex took a long drag on the cigarette nearly inhaling it all the way to the filter in one drag.
"Why what…" Jamil started.
"Able's dead…" Dr. Tex looked at him, before he coughed.
"Wh…WHAT?" Jamil lunged forward seizing Dr. Tex, and pinning him to the ground.
"I don't know what happened… but when…" Dr. Tex pulled Jamil's hands off of his shirt before pushing his way up into a sitting position "I arrived I found them…"
"Wh… what happened… who?" Jamil looked at him.
"I don't know who, probably the mob that rampaged through town last night looking for you… they lynched them..." Dr. Tex pulled out another cigarette, and fumbling with his lighter again.
"How can you be so calm?" Jamil looked at him, and shook his head.
"I… I… I'M FUCKING NOT, ALRIGHT?" Dr. Tex snapped throwing the lighter away before burying his head in his hands "I JUST SAW TWO OF MY BEST FRIENDS STRUNG UP IN A TREE, DEAD! DO YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING THINK I'M ALRIGHT?" he snapped.
"Easy…" The mechanic sighed.
"How could you do nothing?" Jamil looked at the mechanic.
"We were under orders from the Doctor to keep you here unless you could launch in the GX… by the way, my name's Rococo." The young portly mechanic held out his hand.
Jamil took it, and suddenly was pulled to his feet "Wha…"
"Well what now captain?" Rococo asked.
"Have things settled down?" Jamil asked.
"The mob's long gone… they virtually came out of nowhere, and returned to the same…" Tex pushed himself up "most of them looked like ex-military."
"Then we're moving out…" Jamil nodded to him "We're getting as far away from here as possible. Until I figure out what to do next…"
"Roger that Captain…" Rococo smiled.
Jamil looked at Tex "What do you plan on doing Tex?"
"Like I'm sticking around this town after that… all of my surviving friends are aboard this ship…"Tex sighed as he made his way over to the desk, and picked up the GX-9900's control, before tossing it to Jamil.
Jamil looked at it for a moment "The GX can't move without this right?" he looked at Rococo.
"Yeah… only one type of controller works with the GX-9900 series… the control surface is specific so if you tamper with it, the unit won't work and you'll have to replace the whole cockpit unit. And that's the only type of control unit the Flash system will recognize." Rococo looked at him.
"Then leave the GX-9900 here… I have no need for it… and that suit will only dredge up bad memories… it's best to let it decay, and fall apart." Jamil walked over to a coat hook in the room, and retrieved his jacket.
Xxx
A.W. 0007
"Wha…" Tonya blinked, as she looked up at the sky which looked different than the normal drab slate grey. Slowly a ray of light pierced the dense clouds, shortly followed by another "MOMMY!" she ran back towards her house.
"What is it… oh my lord… THE SUN!" Mrs. Malme yelled at the top of her lungs. "THE SUN'S COME OUT!" she picked up her daughter who was smiling, as much as her mother.
The warm rays of light started to warm the cold day, as the people's hope return in the town, to cheers of happiness.
Xxx
Witz paced down the hall in the house again "This cant be happening…" he shook his head.
The door clicked open and a doctor emerged "Boy…" he nodded at Witz.
"Doctor… are they…" Witz stopped.
"There's nothing more I can do… it's the Colony Disease." The doctor shook his head.
"There has to be something! Anything!" Witz looked at him frantically.
"Either they'll pull through or they won't… it has a fifty percent mortality rate…" The doctor shook his head.
Witz wound up and slugged the wall as hard as he could "Damn it!"
"Take it easy… getting angry won't do anything good for you right now…" The doctor walked over to the twelve year old Witz Sou.
"You're the oldest son… and if your father doesn't make it you'll have to help support your family." The doctor looked at him.
Mrs. Sou made her way up the stairs "How are they doctor?"
"It's the Colony Disease… anyone who hasn't had contact with them in the past forty eight hours, probably shouldn't. Wash anything and everything that comes out of that room thoroughly. Do it twice just to be certain. Any utensils or dining materials should be boiled to kill any bacteria." The doctor looked at her.
"Is there anything…" Shora started.
"It's a fifty percent mortality rate… I've done what I can. Pray… that's about all you can do for them at this point." The doctor continued down the stairs, and retrieved his hat from the hook.
As the doctor left Witz sat down on the stairs "Why… why did it have to be Dad and Pastel?"
"It's because of those damned mobile suit pilots he met with…" Shora glared as she made her way upstairs.
Xxx
A.W. 0008
"Garrod, whatever you do, don't go outside." Mrs. Ran looked at her son.
The eight year old Garrod looked at her and nodded as she left him in the house, the sounds of explosions occurring nearby echoing, as dull thuds through the walls. The panes of glass in the windows rattled as he looked out.
Several customized RMS-006G Jenice types fired back on some Daughtress High Mobility "Fire Wallaby" mobile suits.
Garrod saw his mother run out into the yard as the battle raged, to call to some of the men who had been working in the field nearby to have them run to the house.
The house shook, as Garrod fell backwards "Oww…" he rubbed his head before pushing himself up again to look out the window. As his gaze once again turned outside he froze, a crater in the middle of the yard from one of the mobile suits weapons, his mother nowhere in sight. "Mom…" his eyes were wide as the battle continued to rage.
He bolted from the room and out through the house to the outside "MOM!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his face dust, and smoke stinging his eyes, as the battle raged around him.
One of the men from the field ran across the yard, and grabbed him running back inside "Garrod… stay inside!"
"But mom…" Garrod shook his head.
"She's gone boy…" The man held him still, preventing him from running back outside to look for his dead mother.
Xxx
A.W. 0009
"Yes who is it?" Mrs. Adill answered the door to see a man wearing a black coat with graying hair.
"Is this the Adill residence?" The man asked.
"It's polite to answer the question first sir… but yes…" Mrs. Adill looked at the man.
"Pardon my rudeness ma'am, my name is Reich Anto… I represent the Alternative Company." Reich smiled at her.
"Alternative Company…" Mrs. Adill's eyes widened "I'm sorry but we're not interested.
"My apologies then… but I must insist." Reich withdrew his hand from his pocket, presenting his handgun; before she could close the door he fired twice shooting her in the stomach.
Mrs. Adill slumped back, as he pushed his way into the house "Please… no don't take Tiffa!"
"That'll be enough out of you." Reich turned, and fired once more shooting her through the heart. As he turned back he saw Tiffa wearing a light pink dress standing there, with her hair pulled back in a loose fashion behind her back. Her eyes were wide, as Reich walked over and seized the girl, dragging her out of the house to the awaiting vehicle.
"So she's the girl then?" Another man asked.
"Yes… supposedly she's the Newtype child we heard the rumors about…" Reich tossed her into the back of the company truck, the assistant climbed into the driver's seat.
Xxx
A.W. 0010
"Royal flush…" Roybea smiled across the table at the woman, as he laid his hand down.
"You're pretty lucky kid…" The woman smiled at him, "You've nearly cleaned me out."
"Tell you what… next hand I'll go easy on you." Roybea smiled at her "I'll only ask for a date in return…"
"You're cute but it'll take a few more years…" She smiled at him "So… since you're so lucky I'll up the ante…" she reached into her jacket, and laid something that looked like a mobile suit control on the table.
Roybea blinked "What's that?"
"I don't have much use for it anymore… ever since the end of the war it's been collecting dust, but its better than that Fire Wallaby you're piloting." She smiled at him.
"You…" Roybea blinked looking at her.
"I can see it in you… your luck isn't just luck… you've got some skill." She smiled as she shuffled the cards.
"And if I lose?" Roybea asked.
"In battle if you lose, you die…" She replied "the only thing you can truly rely on is yourself." She dealt the cards.
Roybea picked up his hand, and pushed some chips into the center of the table "I'm in…"
She smiled "Good… you're confident…" she closed her eyes "I'll stay."
"Alright… I'll stay as well." Roybea smiled, as he laid his hand on the table "Full house, tens and jacks."
She smiled as she laid her hand face down "Congradulations… Roybea."
Roybea blinked "Wha…"
"Fitting that I was lecturing you about the possibility of death as a mobile suit pilot…" She flipped the cards over one, by one.
Roybea's eyes widened, as he saw them the eights of clubs and spades, paired with the aces of their suits "Dead man's hand…"
She smiled at him "Come back in a few years and tell me some stories… think of it as a date then…"
Xxx
A.W. 0011
"Left side!" Witz yelled over the frequency, as he fell back firing on a Jenice Kai with his Septem's 100mm machine gun.
A shell ripped through the Jenice's cockpit from the machine gun killing the pilot, and causing the suit to collapse.
"Behind you kid!" Another pilot yelled.
Witz spun, as he used the thrusters to hover just above the ground, and fired raking the second Jenice with the chest mounted 50 caliber machine guns.
An alarm blared in his suit as shells flew past the Septem, Witz streaked back to where the downed Jenice was, and retrieved its machine gun using both of them he raked the incoming suits with machine gun fire "Just where the hell are all these…" he flew higher, and saw the dark grey land battleship. "They have a Tenzan-Class, I'm going to take it!" he flew towards the battleship.
"Witz don't get too far out in…" Another pilot started.
Witz rolled through the fire from another Septum, as he opened up on it with the two machine guns. He landed just ahead of the ship before launching up again narrowly avoiding the fire from the main cannon he landed on it, crushing its only forward turret.
"Give up…" Witz smirked as he leveled the two machine guns at the bridge of the Tenzan-Class.
A white flair streaked skyward, and burst over the ship resulting in the airwaves being filled with cheers from the other Vulture mobile suit pilots.
Xxx
"Yo Witz that was good work out there…" The captain smiled at him as he reached the hangar floor.
"Thanks… so when do I get paid?" Witz asked looking at him.
"I've got a little something special for your hard work… follow me." The captain nodded to the other side of the hangar, where a large canvas tarp was helping secure something.
Witz nodded and followed him "Look I'd prefer to be paid in cash…" he trailed off as the mechanics undid the locks and pulled the tarp off of it, the white and crimson red fighter jet."Whoa…"
"I don't have much use for it anymore… and I think you've out classed your Septum… you could probably get more money by selling the Septum than what I could pay you, so you like it?"
"How can a fighter jet compare to a mobile suit?" Witz asked looking at him.
"It is a mobile suit… the GW-9800 Gundam Airmaster." The captain smiled at him "You've earned this payday Witz…"
Witz walked over, and put his hand on the white metal "Just to make a living… I've become what my family hates, to keep them alive for Father, and Pastel… I've become a mobile suit pilot." "This will be fine…" he turned and smiled "With this I can make lots of money doing work with a top of the line suit like this…"
Xxx
"Hey kid… you sure about this?" Another pilot asked over the frequency.
"I'm not a kid… my name's Ennil El." Ennil replied "And yes I'm sure about this… its good money isn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah but…" Another pilot spoke.
"Then grow some balls, and follow me." Ennil launched out of the hangar, and streaked towards the abandoned nuclear power plant. Her customized navy blue Daughtress High Mobility Command type "Wise Wallaby" led the pack of brown mobile suits towards the facility.
"It's things like this that make life worth living… the thrill, the risk, the reward!" Ennil smiled.
"Incoming mobile suits from the east side of the plant!" Another pilot echoed.
Xxx
"Captain… Ennil's leading them to attack the other group of Vulture's…" the radar officer looked over at Zakott Dattonel.
"Let her… Ennil's a very ambitious girl. When she sets her sights on something she wants, she doesn't take her eyes off of it until she gets it, or destroys it." Zakott smirked "Appropriate for the daughter of the late General El…"
Xxx
Ennil drew the beam saber of her Wise Wallaby, and plunged it into the Septem's cockpit before ripping it out the side of the suit.
A Jenice opened fire on Ennil, only to be engulfed by the flames from one of the Fire Wallaby type Daughtress mobile suits flame throwers.
Ennil charged at high speed for another one of the suits using the powerful thrusters to launch into the air before kicking a Daughtress to the ground "PLEASE WHAT ARE YOU?" the female voice pleaded.
"I know that voice… YOU'RE THAT BITCH WHO KILLED MY FAMILY!" Ennil glared before plunging the beam saber into the cockpit "That was for mom and dad…" she glared before turning on another suit, and opening fire the shots ripping through a second Daughtress's cockpit.
The other Fire Wallaby mobile suits opened fire creating an interlocking field of fire around another suit before closing in on it, and torching the suit.
"Don't leave any of them alive…" Ennil glared "Make sure all of the pilots are dead." She tightened her grip on the control and used the mobile suit's fist to crush a Septem's cockpit. "These are the bastards that killed my family… they don't deserve any mercy…"
Xxx
A.W. 0012
"You're a bit young…" Jamil looked across the table at the girl wearing the dark pink jacket and matching skirt. "I need someone I can rely on that has experience in…"
"I have two years experience in logistics, and have connections with other Vulture captains, as you may see..." The girl looked at him.
Jamil sighed "I'll give you a shot… but only because we're shorthanded."
"Thank you!" The girl smiled at him.
"We leave tomorrow at 0800 hours." Jamil nodded to her "Your room is on deck three third door on the right side." He stood "Welcome aboard Miss. Tyrrell."
"Please call me Sala..." Sala Tyrrell smiled at him.
"Sala please send the next person in if there's anyone out there…" Jamil adjusted his sunglasses and pushed them back up his nose.
"Yes Captain…" Sala turned and made her way to the door opening it "The captain wants the next person…" she called out.
"Hey that's me!" A young girl made her way into the room "Hi I'd like to join the crew of this ship…"
Jamil blinked as his sunglasses slid down his nose again blinking seeing the young blond haired girl "Wha…" he stopped as she held out two sheets of paper. One was the request for interviews, the other was a recommendations sheet. His eyes drifted down it for a moment before landing on the request "I had to let the Kid type up the request sheet… of course he punched in the age way too young… but still these references, and experience in electronics communication…"
"So…" The girl asked in a sweet tone, giving him a wink.
Jamil's gaze rose from the sheet, and went right down her shirt "I…Welcome aboard… Miss. Malme."
"Please just call me Tonya!" Tonya gave him a wink before turning to leave.
"I'll go find a room Mr. Captain!" she waved back at him.
"Please tell the next person I'll call for them when I'm available…" Jamil sighed.
"Sure thing!" Tonya closed the door behind her.
Jamil rose slowly from his seat, walked over to the cabinet pulled out a glass and a bottle of vodka, filled it, and downed it in one gulp "I have a executive officer with an overachieving attitude… and a stereotypical blond for a communications officer…" he looked at the photograph sitting on his desk, the photograph of him and Lucille. "What did I do to deserve this?" he shook his head before making his way to the door and opening it "Next please…"
A young man smiled as he stood "I'd like to apply for the helmsmen position…"
Jamil looked around, he was the only one there "Come in…" he stepped back allowing the young man into the office taking the papers, as he entered.
"You were the helmsmen of a Rocky-Class huh… two years experience…" Jamil made his way to his desk "What happened to the ship?"
"The captain sold it… I decided to find new work…" The young man shrugged.
"You're more than welcome to the post… though an Alps-Class is bigger than a Rocky-Class, the experience will help." Jamil nodded "Welcome aboard Mr. Mori, by the way what experience do you have with navigation?"
Shingo smiled "I have three years as a navigator prior to becoming helmsmen aboard the same ship…"
"Good… because both posts are in the same spot." Jamil looked at him "Your cabin is on deck two second on the left."
Xxx
A.W. 0013
"Let's see… according to the information that mobile suit pilot should be heading this direction…" Garrod made his way through the brush of the forest floor "Bingo!"
His eyes landed on the dark green Jenice Kai, its cockpit hanging open with its pilot descending the lift. "Jackpot… no doubt about it, this is the suit that's been ransacking towns in the area…" he pulled the handgun out of his pocket. "I can make a quick buck on this suit… and take a problem pilot out of action for a bit…" he smirked as he leveled the magnetic line at the upper torso of the suit.
"Just gotta do this right…" he stuck his tongue out, as he lined up the shot "and… now!" he fired watching it strike the torso with a light ringing sound causing the pilot to blink, and look around below.
Garrod ran out, and jumped off of the small cliff flying down using the magnetic grappling line, as a rope "HEY YOU LOOK UP!" he yelled.
The pilot looked up right in time to get both of Garrod's feet in his face knocking him flat on his ass.
Garrod grinned "Thanks for the payday!" he activated the lift, and was pulled upwards to the cockpit.
Xxx
"Man… there's no work in this area…" Witz sighed as he sat at the bar.
"I hear you on that one…" Roybea looked at him "No cute girls either…"
"And this guy who's looking to hire some pilots, what's the deal with this guy he's supposed to be with a pretty good ship, and he's late…" Witz tightened his grip on his drink.
"Dunno… so you're also looking to take the job offer for that Alps-Class ship?" Roybea looked at him.
"Yea… what of it?" Witz looked at him.
"So you must be the two who responded to the offer…" a voice came from the door.
Witz and Roybea looked over to see Jamil standing in the doorway "I'm not going to lie… it won't be an easy job… and it'll take over a year."
"So long as the pay's good… I don't care how long it takes." Witz smiled.
Roybea looked at him "I'm game if what you said was true… we're doing a rescue mission to get a girl right?" he smiled.
"That's correct… and I need good pilots." Jamil looked at them, as he made his way over. "Rumor has it you're the two best in the region… and you both pilot Gundam type suits…"
"You've done your homework…" Roybea smiled.
"So where's the job?" Witz looked at him.
"It's a raid on the Alternative Company… they're pretty well defended as I'm sure you know." Jamil looked at Witz.
Roybea whistled "Yeah that's a real tight facility they have up there…"
"That's why there's over a year of planning going into this rescue operation." Jamil looked at them "Are you in?"
"So long as the pay's good… sure." Witz held up his glass and smiled.
"Anything for a damsel in distress…" Roybea smiled.
"Looks like we're teamed up again lover boy…" Witz laughed a little.
Xxx
"What do you mean category F?" Olba Frost glared at the woman.
"That's just what I said… your abilities as newtypes are so far below the standard that you're classified as category F newtypes, or fake newtypes. Telepathy between just you and your brother isn't enough to use the Flash system." The woman looked at him.
Olba clenched his fist and readied to strike the smug female scientist.
"Olba!" Shagia caught his hand.
Olba blinked "But brother…"
"That's enough for now… please excuse us Miss… we have to return to duty…" Shagia nudged Olba towards the door.
"Brother she…" Olba walked stiffly.
"I know Olba… they think they can label us so casually as fakes… we'll show them what we are truly capable of…" Shagia smiled, as he walked leading his younger brother
Xxxxxx
Let's face it… I'm evil… *cue Dr. Weird theme* BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The next chapter in this fic will come sometime around Chapter 28/29 of 00 Frozen Teardrops, and will bring us up to the point to sync up with the fic's in the series.
*tap*
Huh… oh hi Tiffa! What are you pointing at?
"Garrod…" Tiffa smiled.
*Turn*
*TWHACK!* *CRASH!*
"TADA! I'm the ultimate mobile suit pilot, Garrod Ran!" Garrod grins, as he points at the screen "I'm coming to a fic near you to save the day!"
*Tap*
"Wha…?" Garrod turns to see Kid Salsamille.
*THWACK!*
"Not yet Gundam Boy… not yet…" Kid walks away, as he taps a wrench in his palm towards the GX-9900.