Kira x Murrue fanfic continuation - Chapter 4
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Athrun and Kira both noticed that the Strike Freedom Gundam was already active when they entered the Archangel's hanger a few hours later.
As soon as he had powered up the Freedom's Destiny Gundam, Kira opened a communications line to the Strike Freedom, he had told Murrue that she couldn't pilot her Gundam due to the risks that it would pose to both her and their unborn child.
Kira's eyes bugged out of his head when Murrue replied, the comm. screen was small, but it was still more then big enough to reveal that she was floating in what looked like a vat of strawberry jelly, with thin silver wires burrowing into her skull and other body parts.
"What the fuck..?" Kira asked the surprise obvious in his voice. Murrue smiled as she replied, without moving her lips. "This is the newest mobile suit technology; it allows me to pilot my Gundam as though it were my own body."
Kira hesitated for a few seconds before asking. "Have you forgotten that you are pregnant, Murrue?"
She simply smiled as she replied, again without moving her lips. "Kira, don't worry about me or our child, with this cockpit system I can pull maneuvers which would kill even you, to put it in the simplest terms; the Strike Freedom Gundam is now my body."
Athrun merely stared in shock and awe as the Strike Freedom smoothly walked towards the starboard catapult; he knew that it was impossible to move any mobile suit, even a Gundam, as smoothly as the Strike Freedom was moving now.
"Murrue Ramius, Strike Freedom, taking off." Murrue paused for only a fraction of a second before she then jammed on the afterburners with a thought that had nothing to do with any normal human movement, but it still felt completely second nature to her.
Murrue laughed with excitement as the thrusters ignited in blasts of blue flame, which sent the Strike Freedom Gundam hurtling from the hanger bay at speeds greater than 6000mph and climbing rapidly.
To the pilots in the other three Gundams, it was as if the Strike Freedom was shot forward by a high-powered rifle. No human being, Natural or Coordinator, should have been able to survive a take off like that.
They could all hear Murrue whooping and laughing in exhilaration as she rocketed around outside, turning flips and inversions, which no human pilot had ever attempted. Truly, the face of mobile suit warfare had just been changed at the hands of the Clyne Faction.
"Well, fuck me running." Kira muttered to himself as the Freedom's Destiny Gundam was moved to the port side catapult.
Murrue smiled as she replied. "Maybe later, Kira." Causing a deep blush to spread across his cheeks.
Meanwhile, on the Ptolemiaos II, Setsuna F. Seiei calmly watched as the launch catapult doors slowly opened.
"00 Gundam, Setsuna F. Seiei, launching." Setsuna announced as he throttled up the GN drives and flew out of the ship.
A moment later, the 0 Raiser floated into position on the launch catapult and its engines began to glow with GN particles.
"Saji Crossroad, 0 Raiser, launching!" The small fighter-like craft launched and instantly separated, floating around 00, before then floating into place across the Twin Drive mobile suit. Setsuna waited as 0 Raiser synced up with 00's twin GN Drives. Setsuna smiled slightly as 00's main screen read: 00 Raiser-Complete.
He throttled up and 00 Raiser burst forward through the blackness as it activated its Trans-Am system, at the same time, the Infinite Justice, Freedom's Destiny and Strike Freedom all activated their Wings of Light, allowing them to keep up with the 00 Raiser as it sped forward.
The four Gundams streaked forward, leaving glowing afterimages in their wake, and as a group of ten Ginns moved to attack them, Kira growled, a furious desire to protect his loved ones, building inside of him until the vision of a purple seed exploded inside his head.
In an instant, Kira's eyes faded into the washed out glaze of a SEED possessed individual, and faster then the 00 Gundam's sensors could track, the Freedom's Destiny and Strike Freedom both boosted ahead, going faster then even the 00 Gundam's sensors and cameras could track. The Freedom's Destiny and Strike Freedom swiftly severed the heads of six out of the ten Ginns in less then four seconds, while the 00 Gundam and the Infinite Justice Gundam quickly delt with the four remaining enemies.
After the six short seconds that it took the four Gundams to disable their opponents, they once again streaked towards the Requiem cannon, once more leaving glowing afterimages in their wake.
On the Archangel, things were going to hell very quickly. Most of the ship's engines had been disabled or destroyed, and other then the four engines, which were still operational, the recently installed Wings of Light were the only thing propelling the ship above the surface of the moon.
"Sir, we've got..." The report suddenly cut out in a series of sounds that everyone instantly recognized, and Miriallia slammed her hand down on a button, which she'd never imagined any modern day ship would ever need to use, initiating an automatic siren and warning announcement. "ALL HANDS REPEL BOARDERS. REPEL BOARDERS!"
"What!?" Andrew Waltfield shouted, whipping his head around to stare at Miriallia.
As the four Gundams continued to rush forward, afterimages trailing behind them, a song suddenly came the over radio called "Animal I've become" by a band from the early twentieth century, called Three Day's Grace.
Kira groaned under his breath, but he didn't bother turning the music off. Instead, he increased the volume, mostly to drown out the dim of combat, before then redirecting it to broadcast on all channels, and as he listened to the words Kira could definitely indentify with the lyrics at this moment.
The four pilots jumped slightly when they noticed a distress signal from the Archangel, and before realizing it, Murrue had turned the Strike Freedom around, quickly heading back to the ship.
Murrue watched in horror as ZAFT's new Prometheus-class ship pulled up alongside the Archangel and opened up with all of its weapons, obliterating it in only a few short seconds.
"YOU BASTARDS!!!" Murrue screamed as a bright golden flash lit up the cockpit, while at the same time, a yellow seed exploded inside her head. In an instant, Murrue's eyes faded into the washed out glaze of a SEED possessed individual as she snarled in rage, quickly scanning the debris of the Archangel.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the Wing Zero's twin buster rifle, miraculously it had escaped the explosion, and as Murrue grabbed the twin-barreled rifle, she realized that it was still in perfect condition.
"EAT THIS!!!" Murrue yelled as she aimed the weapon at the Prometheus-class ship and pulled the trigger, unleashing the full power of the twin buster rife.
A pure column of expanding golden light shot out of the rifle and slammed into the positron reflector. The shield held, but only a few seconds, and when it finally failed the entire lower half of the ship seemed to dissolve in the blast from the rifle.
Murrue let out another scream of rage as she unleashed the DRAGOONs, swarming them around the now, seemingly crippled enemy ship, but just as the remote weapons began to fire, the top section of the ship separated from the now disabled lower half, the DRAGOON's beam shots, once again bouncing harmlessly off the positron reflector, then a pair of what appeared to be nothing more then white lights flashed, and an instant later the top half of the ship sped away, vanishing into the distance with a flash of white light.
'What the hell was that?' Murrue thought to herself as the enemy ship vanished. Wasting no time, she quickly contacted the Ptolemiaos II. "Ptolemiaos, this is Murrue Ramius, piloting the Strike Freedom Gundam, can you hear me?"
"This is the Ptolemiaos, we can hear you, is something wrong?" Sumeragi answered, noticing the sadness and anger in the other woman's voice.
Murrue sighed slightly and replied. "The Archangel was just sunk, that new ZAFT battleship came up and unleashed a hailstorm of beam shots which ripped the ship apart before I could stop it." Murrue hesitated for a few seconds, and then she continued. "I opened fire on the enemy ship, destroying half of it, but then the damned thing separated and the top half simply sped away before vanishing in a flash of light."
Sumeragi nodded in understanding as she replied. "Well, it seems that without their new ship, the ZAFT forces are retreating." The Earth Alliance forces don't appear to be pursuing ZAFT and they are also leaving us alone."
Murrue sighed slightly as she replied. "Does your hanger have enough room for three more Gundams?" Sumeragi simply nodded and smiled, with that, Murrue carefully moved the Strike Freedom towards the Ptolemiaos II.
Kira's threat board suddenly lit up, there was a good-sized projectile headed straight at him as he poured on the thrust to reach the bright yellow Windam, which had launched from the lunar base a few minutes before, and was now looming ahead like some ancient totem of destruction.
His computer system couldn't quite figure out what the projectile was, it wasn't hot like a beam blast, but it wasn't metallic like a cannon shell, it wasn't moving fast enough to be a rail gun shot. In fact, it really wasn't moving very fast at all, no faster than a hundred miles per hour.
It wasn't until he managed to lock his camera onto the projectile and zoom in that Kira recognized it for what it really was; a compressed ball of frozen human flesh and bone; a horror of mangled limbs and pressed torsos and bulging faces.
The ball looked to have been made from at least two dozen people. He couldn't help himself, sure, he'd seen some terrible things during the last two wars, but this completely turned his stomach. He was glad he hadn't eaten very much before deploying, as he was dry heaving and gasping for breath as he twisted the Freedom's Destiny out of the way of the formerly living projectile.
Recovering with more than a couple deep breaths, Kira's eyes blazed as he stared through his displays at the Windam, now only a few miles away. The pilot had now retrieved his discarded weapons and fired a blast at Kira from his beam rifle.
However, in the blink of an eye, Kira was suddenly behind the Windam, the beam blast annihilating the afterimage produced by his Gundam's Wings of Light. Kira snarled as he fired his beam rifle at the cockpit but to Kira's shock, the Windam blocked the shot with a beam shield and backed off before then taking flight.
Kira snarled again as he took off after the Windam, but to his shock, the enemy mobile suit suddenly turned to face him and fired not one, but two tactical forty-kiloton nuclear cruise missiles, which were mounted on the mobile suit's back.
Murrue had been watching Kira's battle from the Ptolemiaos II. When she saw the two nuclear missiles hurtling towards him, she murmured through the comm. line, her voice barely audible, yet composed, unafraid and trusting in him. "I love you, Kira."
"I love you too." He managed.
Kira had perhaps an eighth of a second to react. Suddenly the enemy was nowhere in front of him, he now found himself staring down two nuclear missiles from a range of no more then five meters, while closing on a converging velocity of close to a mile per second.
A lot can happen in an eighth of a second. Especially for someone like Kira Yamato, he was so full of adrenaline that such a length of time could not only be discerned but it could also be utilized productively.
He crossed both beam sabers in front of the Freedom's Destiny before either missile could hit and detonate, slicing off the warheads cleanly, sending each spinning to the ground below, the detonators flew off about a half second later, severed by a second series of cuts which had been performed faster than the computer or the cameras could detect.
However, the amazing move did not come without cost. Both of the Gundam's arms broke off from the stress, and Kira did not dodge the missiles, which retained roughly eighty of their mass.
While they did not and could not detonate in a nuclear reaction, they still carried eight tons of fuel and weighed a good twenty tons each. The energy of the collisions was intense, to put it mildly.
Most mobile suits would have flown apart into tiny pieces from the force of even the first impact. However, the Freedom's Destiny was designed very ruggedly, in order to handle the higher than human levels of performance expected from the pilot, and it held together through the impact of both missiles.
While the Freedom's Destiny retreated to make repairs, the 00 Raiser streaked in to continue the fight. As the 00 Raiser approached, the Windam brought up a pair of hyper impulse cannons and fired, but Setsuna effortlessly dodged the blast.
Setsuna sighed in slight annoyance as he gently touched his right foot down on the still smoking barrel of the twin hyper impulse beam cannon. The 00 Raiser was actually held up by its thrusters, not the Windam's arm, but the illusion was quite convincing.
Setsuna then sliced downward, bisecting the twin barrels of the gun in two different places, utterly ruining the weapon. Cursing, the pilot of the Windam discarded the now useless weapon before its capacitors could discharge and possibly damage his arm, then he quickly retreated beck to the lunar base.
Meanwhile, back at Armory One, the remaining section of the Prometheus suddenly appeared from the blackness and quickly moved to the dock in order to make repairs so that it could get back onto the battlefield.
Well, here's Chapter 4 in the continuation of my first fanfic.
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