Kira x Murrue fanfic continuation - Chapter 3
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The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as Athrun Zala drove his car, a replica of a 2005 Chrysler Crossfire Limited Roadster, down a beach road. He stopped when he saw two people walking along the beach.
"Kira! Murrue!" Athrun yelled as he stopped the car and climbed out. Kira and Murrue both turned and smiled as Athrun walked to them, giving them each a friendly hug.
"How are you doing?" Kira asked as he walked over to Athrun.
Athrun let out a slight sigh as he replied. "As well as can be expected, I suppose."
Kira nodded, he knew what Athrun was referring to, but now he didn't want to bring it up, so instead he asked. "What about Shinn?"
Athrun paused, and Kira had a feeling that it wasn't good. Finally, after nearly thirty seconds, Athrun answered. "As you both know, I made it a point to at least call him once every two days, when he didn't answer his phone yesterday. I-I went to his apartment and when I got there..."
Athrun stopped, wiping his eyes, both Kira and Murrue instantly realized what he had found, but even so, they let him continue speaking. "W-when I got there, I found that Shinn had slit both of his wrists and shot himself in the head."
Athrun wiped his eyes again as he continued, but it was obvious that he was very close to breaking down. "I also found a note saying that since Lunamaria was gone, and the war was over, he didn't know why he had even bothered to go on living."
Something stirred in Kira's dreams and he found himself slowly blinking the sleep from his eyes. Something didn't feel quite right, but he wasn't able to place his finger on what it was, his arm slid across the bed and encountered an only slightly warm indentation beside him where it should have been stopped by someone.
Murrue had been gone for at least fifteen minutes or so, not a bathroom break, nor a trip to get a drink of water, both being five minutes or less activities. Murrue didn't eat midnight snacks unless she was staying up all night and they had both been doing too much of that lately, which was why they'd both gone to bed early today. They were both completely exhausted.
Kira pulled his arm off his eyes and glanced at the clock sitting on his nightstand, noticing that it was nearly three in the morning. He sighed to himself as he swung his feet out of bed and sat up, he snagged a pair of trousers quickly slipped into the pants, but remained shirtless and shoeless as he opened the bedroom door and headed towards the living room.
"You want to talk?" Murrue asked him as he walked into the living room. "Well I was sleeping, but then I noticed you were gone."
"A lot has happened over the last few days." Murrue said as she let a sad smile cross her lips, and then she asked. "You want to talk about it?"
Kira paused for a moment then he sighed and said. "It's just that I just don't want to fight another war."
Murrue nodded in understanding. "I can't blame you for feeling that way, I don't want to fight another war either, but if we have the power to maintain the peace, I'd rather fight then stand back and do nothing." She paused for a moment and then smiled as she finished. "After all, if we have the power to make a difference, we should put it to good use."
Three days later, the Archangel sat in its water filled launch cradle, the ship had received a complete overhaul since the last war. It was now much more powerful, the only real problem was that there weren't enough pilots, but hopefully that problem would be solved when they rendezvoused with the Eternal, the Minerva and their new allies onboard Celestial Being's mothership; Ptolemiaos II.
War had been declared on the Earth Alliance the previous night, by an unknown faction, so the Archangel, along with The Eternal, the Minerva, and their new allies in Celestial Being, were going to try and stop the fighting.
"Attention, crew of the Archangel, this is Captain Murrue Ramius. I am speaking to you as we sit; ready to once again launch ourselves into space and into a potentially deadly conflict. Before we do though, I want to confide in you all some thoughts. First, I must extend my utmost respect and admiration to each and every one of you, as each of you is a volunteer, a dedicated proponent of the ideals of the peace, which we all believe in. It truly is one of the greatest honors of my life to be serving as your captain, and there is no other crew I'd want to be with more during the upcoming trials. Thank you, all of you. Now I'd like to briefly overview the reasons behind this deployment. Many of you have read the mission statement, but I'd like to explain a bit of the reasoning behind the orders." Murrue paused for breath.
"We are heading into space as a peacekeeping force. Peace has been established and it must be kept. The goal of our mission is to negotiate a cease fire between ZAFT and the Earth Alliance forces, hopefully a cease fire which will turn into a long lasting peace agreement."
She paused for a few short seconds for breath then continued. "I won't lie to you; it's likely that neither side will want to enter negotiations with us, much less with each other. As much as it pains many of us, our orders will allow us to force a cease-fire onto the warring factions in a manner that we see fit. In practical terms, this means that we are now officially a third side in this war, opposed to both of the other two. We can expect neither remorse nor reprieve from the Earth Alliance or ZAFT, but we must persevere, because if we cannot accomplish our goals, then the future of the human race, Coordinators and Naturals together, will be very bleak indeed." Murrue paused again, to let that sink in. They were quite literally humanity's last hope for peaceful coexistence and forward progress.
Murrue sat and looked at the bridge crew for a few seconds. "If everything is in order, let us begin our task. Comms, signal control that we are taking off. Weapons commence charging and aiming of the Lohengrin. Helm, take us out nice and steady. Operations make sure we are ready for an instant combat deployment the moment we reach orbit, I don't expect trouble this close to Earth, but it never hurts to be cautious. As soon as we break out of the atmosphere, call all hands to battle stations. As soon as the Kunsanagi and Eternal join us we'll make flank speed towards the rendezvous point with our allies." Murrue barked out the orders rapid fire and bridge crew jumped to enact them. She felt the entire ship tremble as the engines ignited and slowly began lifting the ship up and out of its launch cradle.
"Well, here we go again, off to space." Dearka commented to the mostly empty pilot's ready room of the Archangel. In addition to himself with the rebuilt Buster, the Archangel also carried the Freedom's Destiny with Kira, the Strike Freedom which Murrue piloted, the Infinite Justice piloted by Athrun, the rebuilt Duel piloted by Yzak, as well as the Destiny, and the Wing Zero, neither of which had a pilot at the moment. In addition, there was a large contingent of Orb soldiers who would serve as marines in case they ever needed to, for some reason, occupy an enemy installation.
In addition to the seven Gundams, the Archangel also carried four Murasame mobile suits, with pilots and crew, which was the reason the room was only mostly empty. The Kunsanagi, which was launching after them, carried the Strike Rouge and the Akatsuki, along with ten M1 Astrays and crew.
Once both ships were in space, they would be rendezvousing with the Eternal and the Minerva. The Eternal, of course, had the twin METEOR units, which could be used by the Freedom's Destiny, the Strike Freedom and Infinite Justice, and was additionally supposed to be carrying at least a teams worth of Clyne Faction mobile suits, most likely slightly dated Guaizes, but it was far better than nothing.
The Minerva had the Impulse, three Zakus, four Goufs, the recently rebuilt Savior, and a single Forbidden Vortex, which had been captured during the previous war, and had been modified for use in any environment.
A few hours after the four ships had rendezvoused they received word that ZAFT had attacked the now rebuilt Requiem cannon, with a force of ten ships; the attack force consisting of five Nazca-class vessels, four Minerva-class vessels, and one of the newly completed Prometheus-class vessels.
The Prometheus-class was a completely new design, a sleek and very fast looking ship. Everyone on the Archangel watched in a mixture of amazement and horror as the Prometheus-class vessel opened fire with multiple beam weapons. The Alliance ships fired back, but instead of hitting the ship itself, the beam blasts slammed into a positron reflector shield.
After only a few short minutes, a lucky shot from one of the Agamemnon-class ships managed to strike the engines of one of the Minerva-class vessels. The Minerva-class, having lost its port side engines, turned into one of the Nazcas obliterating both ships in a massive fireball.
Suddenly everyone's jaw hit the floor when the Prometheus-class vessel split into three separate ships.
Well, here's Chapter 3 in the continuation of my first fanfic.
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