Gundam Seed: Killer's Realm
Phase 17: Survival of the Sanest
Indian Ocean, Grigori, Brig
February 3rd, 71 C.E., 6:53 A.M. Local, 3:53 P.M. Orb
"Ugh..." Jack groaned, lifting his head up. Almost instantly, a sharp pain sprouted on the right side of his head, feeling remarkably like a kick from a size 8 women's steel toe boot. Upon trying to lift his hands to cover the side of his head and protect it from further damage, Jack discovered something. Mainly, the three handcuffs that kept his arms wrapped around what felt like a metal bed post.
Opening his eyes, Jack looked around. All-in-all, it was pretty standard prison layout. Steel-covered room, filthy toilet, metal bunk bed...it could have been ripped out of any movie where the protagonist gets caught by the villains. Except for the horde of soldiers standing in front of the door, both of the Abaddons at their head.
"Nice to see that you're awake." Lena sneered, wiping her bloody boot on the bed.
"Nice to see you at all babe." Jack grinned, winking. Lena's other boot whipped out, smacking Jack's head against the bed post. When Jack turned his head to look at her, his eyes were bloodshot, and a very disturbing wide grin, enhanced by the blood in his mouth.
"Uh...Lena, I don't think you should do that again." Abaddon, said, resting his hand on her shoulder.
"Why not?"
"He's starting to foam." Looking back, Lena could see that was true. Blood-red foam was starting to dribble out of Jack's mouth, and he was starting to look more than a little crazy. Then he started screaming.
"I'm gonna kill you, slice you open, and go to an aerobics class wearing your intestines as leg warmers!" Jack (actually Chimamare) screamed, froth splattering the floor in front of the Abaddons.
"I think you made him mad." Sariel commented from the door.
"And you! I'm going to kill you, drain all your blood and take out your bones, put your body on a chair with a bunch of elves and reindeer, sit on your lap and tell you all the cool shit I want for Christmas!" Chimamare screamed at Abaddon, actually forcing the guy back a few steps. Mainly cause of the foam.
"Let's......leave Mr. Kagizaki alone now, shall we?" Edward said, shaking his head. With Sariel quickly slipping out the door, the soldiers slowly filed out, Abaddon following, leaving Lena alone with Jack (and Chimamare, and Haji). Leaning in closer to the pilot, Lena sneered in his face.
"I hope you like your new home, because you're never getting out." A very strange change came over Jack, eyes becoming cold and emotionless, foam ceasing production, and his expression becoming as blank as Kira's.
"I'll get out of here." Haji promised quietly. "And it won't take me half a day." Lena laughed at that, standing straight and striding through the door.
"Perfect Haji, now go back in your corner and let me do the rest!" Chimamare growled, already mentally drooling at the images of gore-streaked corridors, corpse-strewn quarters, and the taste of blood.
"No, I don't think so." Haji retorted. Naturally, Chimamare was flabbergasted. Haji, standing up to him? The persona that didn't have the strength to overpower Jack, the one that preferred making random math problems out of ordinary, everyday things, and instantly measuring objects without the use of any tools?
"Yes. For one thing, I suspect that we're going to have to get to the hanger and steal back the Kiba, and considering how large the Barachiel's mobile suit hanger is, what makes you think your close-range combat style will help in the Grigori's?"
"Oh shut up and-" Chimamare didn't get a chance to finish his demand before Haji stood up, throwing the three handcuffs on the bed before walking up to the door and ripping apart the command panel to get at the wiring.
"What the- How did-" Haji wordlessly tossed a paper clip to the side, starting to sift through the wires and circuit boards.
Chimamare was silent.
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Indian Ocean, Unidentified Island
"Uugghhh...." Kira groaned, sitting up. Leaning forward, he was almost sick, retching a few times, but thankfully not actually vomiting. After a few seconds rest to make sure he wasn't going to spew, the Orb Prince stood, shaking a bit as he looked around. Something caught his eye. It was a very bland shade of gray, and it took a few moments study for him to recognize it.
The half-melted head of the Augury.
Scowling, Kira walked slowly over to it, trying not to upset his stomach. It was, indeed, the Augury's head. He barely recognized the misshapen V-fin, and the grill faceplate was completely gone, the liquid metal having flowed over the grill and sealing it when it froze from the sea water. The 'forehead' had melted somewhat less than the rest, a little metal having managed to drip into where the cameras had been. Parts of the 'cheeks' were missing entirely, probably having been melted off completely.
The overall impression was that of a human skull dipped in melted plastic.
Kira half-snarled, half-frowned at the image, before turning away, walking towards the hilly, rocky inner part of the small island, leaving the Gundam's head to glare balefully west, across Africa and towards the Americas.
The definition of the word 'augury' is, among other things, a portent or omen. Fortunately for the Earth Alliance, this was one Augury they would never see again. Unfortunately for them, they still had yet to learn from it the dangers in the future.
Well, sucks to be them.
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"So, what's your analysis?" Edward asked. At the moment, he, Lena, and Sariel were in the medical officer's quarters, talking about their new 'friend'.
"Classic Dissociative Identity Disorder." The officer replied, going over the tapes from the cell camera. "The subject has displayed three personalities: Jack, which appears to be the dominant or original one, Chimamare, and Haji. There's something interesting about this though..."
"What?"
"The three personalities seem to correspond to the three parts of Freud's structural model of the psyche, the id, ego, and superego."
The three Watchers just looked at the officer dumbly.
"Chimamare, the more violent and impulsive personality, is similar to the Id, which is essentially the primal part of the personality that just wants things. For example, in combat, Chimamare seems to seek out opponents in order to satisfy his bloodlust. Jack is similar to the ego, which mediates between the Id, the Super-Ego, and the real world. He tries to control Chimamare."
Seeing that he hadn't lost his audience yet, the Medical Officer continued.
"This new one, Haji, is analogous to the Super-Ego, which strives for perfection and attempts to act in a socially acceptable manner." Both Abbadons and Sariel nodded at that. Thus far in the escape attempt, Haji had been performing as any trained soldier would, eliminating targets and moving on, whereas Chimamare would've taken a few moments to mutilate them. "Also, it seems that Chimamare and Haji correspond to the right and left sides of the brain, respectively."
"And that means...." Sariel trailed off.
"The right side of the brain, which Chimamare seems to be attached to, is the more artistic and emotional side, the one that specializes in intimacy, colors, impulsiveness, and the like."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, it seems that Chimamare took over for a moment to do something with that guard." Scooting to the side, the officer let the three see that rather talented painting Chimamare did with the guards blood.
"Ah"
"And it seems that Haji is the left side, which is mainly used for calculations, efficiency, science, technology, and planning. Which should be rather self-evident." It was indeed, as Haji had managed to use his calculating ability to achieve a perfect accuracy with his pilfered assault rifle, and seemed to have an actual objective.
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Sliding along the wall, Haji looked around the corner before dashing out, rolling behind one of the three guards. As he rolled, he fired exactly three bullets from the OAR-4 he wielded, accurately shooting each guard through the head. As soon as he landed on his feet, Haji took off, running down the hall at a breakneck speed as the sound of running boots echoed.
Skidding to a stop in front of a door, Haji slung the rifle as he started typing on the door's keypad, quickly breaking the code and sliding in the room. IN the room, about ten soldiers spun to face him, handguns rising to aim squarely in his face. Haji jostled the rifle, causing it to fire a random burst.
Or so it seemed. The bullets ricocheted violently, each embedding itself in a soldier's body. With all of the soldiers now grasping their wounds, Haji lifted the rifle and fired once for each soldier, quickly killing them while he moved to the console. Easily bypassing the passcode screens, Haji started sifting through the hundreds of thousands of gigabytes of data, searching for the hanger door codes.
Not two seconds later, he burst through the door, running down the hall and passing a patrol of five guards. Without looking, he held out the rifle ans hot them.
"Goddamn fucking show-off." Chimamare grumbled, as Haji made his way towards the hanger doors, where a whole two squads awaited him. For a second, the twenty or so soldiers, all packed like sardines into the tight corridor, just stared at him. Then the ones in from dropped down on one knee to allow those behind to fire on the alter.
Unfortunately, Haji had already retreated behind the corner after tossing a grenade down the hall. About two seconds later, there was an explosion, with various bits and pieces flying out towards Haji's corridor cover. Stepping around the corner, Haji didn't give the shattered remains a second glance as he jabbed in the door code, opening the hanger.
For the most part, it was an enormous empty space, with most of the mobile suit berths empty. Chimamare chuckled as Haji passed them, moving towards the damaged Kiba. The alter cackled as they passed the Samyaza, still with the almighty gaping hole in its side.
Just before reaching the Kiba's berth, Haji stopped in place and turned around to look at three berths covered in front by black tarps. Frowning, the alter stepped up to the control panels for them, when a shout caused him to look back at the hanger entrance.
"Destroy!!!"
He almost lost his head to a knife wielded by what looked like a teenager with red hair. Backpedaling, Haji turned and ran for the Kiba, the red-head on his heels. Without looking, the alter fired a random spray of bullets over his shoulder, forcing the teen back.
"Note to self: Find out who this kid is. I like his style!"
Muttering at Chimamare, Haji quickly hacked the control panel for the berth the Kiba was in, releasing the silver Gundam from the ropes and chains that held it to the berth. He jumped into the cockpit, forgoing the usual catwalk in favor of speed. Skipping through the start-up protocols, Haji ran the Kiba towards the hanger catapult door. With a flash of silver, the Chilong claws sliced open a rectangle through the laminated armor, allowing the Gundam to fall out of the Grigori, and into the ocean.
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A/N: Alright, first off, I'm really, really sorry for the two weeks or so between this and last chapter. This computer ain't getting healthier. Plus, Junior year sucks more than I thought it would, and it hasn't even been a month since school started.
Yes, Chimamares first few lines were taken from Army of Two. Philip Clyde was hilarious before his death.
On happier news, I finally got a brainwave as to what I'm gonna do with Lacus!
Any way, I'm probably gonna have to follow this up with a short Omake just to let me get everything sorted out, but instead of the usual random shtick, I think I'll do a short Character Q and A session. Send in questions for your favorite characters please. And yes K'GoN, you'll be appearing in it.
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