Disclaimer and Notes of Ownership: I do not own the Gundam Franchise, or any of the characters from said franchise. If I did, I would probably use the massive fortunes resulting from that to develop real-life mobile suits and conquer the world, with a corresponding level of glee and madness.
("He actually drew up plans for it too.")
I do however, own all the technical designs labeled with PGAT, XHMA, MMA, XSBF, XABF, PMU, MLWS, CI, CPH and SDDGN in their alphanumeric designations, along with a portion of those labeled XGAT. I own Jack Kagizaki's mind, body and soul, as well as those of Captain Gary Shimizu and his Shoki Team. Along with that goes the Abaddons, the Grigori, and good ol' David Sariel. Drake too. If anyone should use any of these without my permission.....well, I'll mope. And then I'll find you and crush you underneath a tank. Filled with high-explosives. And all the mopey, whiny Gundam protagonists that didn't grow something resembling a spine (Shinn).
Similarly, Velshard has dibs on almost the entire line of replacement units for ZAFT, excluding one. He has administrative privileges over the Noctoraptor (Enhanced), Ferox, and Verin Gundams. He also has ownage over the horrifying abomination or deification (depends on your point of view) of all that's good and pure in this universe, otherwise called the Tetsujin. The beings of Andrew Victor Payne, Karlton William Hertz, and the Van Dalygon family are belong to him.
The Megalodon design belongs to....well Kojiro Kun gave me the idea.
The ZONGS design belongs to animefan29.
00virtuezero's contributions include the Gundams Repulse and Outlaw, and his OCs Wesley Mercis, and Michael Archer.
Gundam Seed: Killer's Realm
Phase 27: Brutality, Part 2
Combat Simulation 133E/A-19, Debris Belt
February 28, 71 CE
1345 Hours
To the casual observer, it would appear to be just like any other day in the Debris Belt. The hunks of scrap, collected vacuum dust, and flash-frozen bits of armor alloys floated serenely above the Earth, every once in a while surrendering to the pull of its gravity and tumbling through the atmosphere before disintegrating under the enormous thermal and kinetic stress that was atmospheric friction. Looks were very deceiving.
For in this particular part of the Debris Belt, in High Earth orbit above Central America, a platoon of OMNI Enforcer Constantines were set to engage one, single mobile suit. Most would consider this to be overkill, as there was no such thing as a ZAMS that could begin to resist such a force, not even ZONGS or SCAU mobile suits would prove a challenge. To those ignorant of the most recent developments in mobile suit technology, such a thing would be ludicrous.
The Constantines were led by a single Strategos unit, who at the moment was strafing around an engine of a Drake-class ship, on the look-out. Around it, it's platoon leap-frogged over each other, constantly keeping behind floating hulks or left-overs of resource asteroids. The entire group was armed with the low-grade beam rifles the rank-and-file used, although some also had ablative shields, and the Strategos held an anti-ship sword in its main hand, with a beam SMG in its left. Any military analyst with a speck of sense would instantly see that they were slowly surrounding what appeared to be the desiccated carcass of a Nazca-Class Destroyer.
When the platoon had almost completely encircled the hulk, with only a fifteen-meter gap left untended, a blue streak flew up out of the Nazca wreck, arcing over before the flare of verniers steadied it behind the Strategos commander. Suddenly, the torso of the Strategos wrenched outward as though a blade were stabbed through it, shortly followed by an enormous beam sword slicing through it before slashing side-to-side, bisecting the suit. Floating behind the remnants was a Gundam, poised like a veteran on the battlefield. The Gundam was almost completely white, except for splashes of blue on the sides of its head and on the top half of its chest, and streaks of red-orange outlining the gold cameras and the edges of the cockpit. Two shields extended down next to the Gundam, connected to its shoulders by short 'arms', built like oval versions of the Gundams' Anti-Beam Shields. Missile tubes decorated a slim part of the shoulders right next to the head, and the beam sword in the Gundam's right hand was off-set by a beam rifle in the other.
The rifle was raised and aimed at a Constantine hovering next to what had once been a comet, now a cloud of semi-frozen vapor and dust. The rifle fired for five seconds, spitting out a hail of twenty-five beams, each striking the unfortunate mobile suit in various places. The five-second burst severed the Constantine's head and arms and holing the torso, where the majority of the beams had struck, leaving the main body resembling a hunk of gray cheese that had been viciously stabbed by a red-hot poker.
About five hundred meters away, a trio of Constantines accelerated through a cloud of micro-meteorites, suffering the minor dings and scratches to close in more rapidly with their target. The Gundam curiously raised the shield binder that was facing them, exposing that side. However, this action revealed a trio of weapons integrated into the shield's ventral surface. One, built into the upper-left surface was a wide cylindrical mechanism with a puny bore about 1mm in diameter. After a very brief moment, the bore lit up, emitting a high-frequency laser direct into the cameras of the lead Constantine, frying the delicate circuitry. The blinded Constantine panicked, vernier thrusters flaring as it reversed its course directly into its comrades.
Raising its rifle, the Gundam fired one beam, spearing the blinded suit and one of its comrades. Unlike most beams, this beam's destructive energy was somewhat more physical than thermal, smashing into and through the Constantines' armor and superstructure, although the edges of the blasted hole glowed a bright yellow. The force of the beam sent the newly-christened wrecks on a one-way trip to Brazil, if they survived re-entry.
The Gundam, however, had more important things to deal with than defeated foes. Offhandedly slashing the Constantine that remained, the Gundam's head turned, cameras shifting startlingly like human eyes to survey the space. For a few seconds, all was still. The shields moved, sweeping the barrels of their lasers across the field without any visible fire.
Then, depressions on its equivalent of the collarbone flashed, sending twelve projectiles into the void. Mere seconds after that, the micro-missiles were a kilometer away from the Gundam when their thrusters activated, one primary and three verniers. Combined with the initial acceleration from the gauss coils inside the missile tubes, the micro-missiles reached speeds that were nigh-impossible in atmosphere, while arcing around and heading back into the field. Each missile maneuvered through the debris, avoiding scraps of metal and hunks of floating rock before impacting on their precise targets, either the upper or lower part of a Constantine, two missiles targeted to each Constantine by the lasers set to mark the targets.
Six of the mobile suits were destroyed in an instant.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Reality, Mobile Pilot Training Facility X18999 'Enma's Locker', Simulation Room 133E
Yzak climbed out of the simulation cockpit, clad in exercise pants and a dark blue T-shirt and coughing out globs of oxygenated Non-Newtonian Gel. The stuff was nasty, but it supposedly allowed him to withstand greater G-forces. Truth be told, it had worked. He'd put the simulated Gundam through paces that had him working harder for his breath in the old Enmity, and barely felt a thing.
"Hey Yzak! Glad to hear you succeeded." Yzak groaned. Jack. The black-haired pseudo-Coordinator was standing in the doorway of the room, arms folded over his chest and standing supreme.
"What is it?" Yzak grumbled.
"Well, first off, we're ready to show the first two Second Stage Gundams!?" Jack gibbered, now hopping up and down like a child with a new toy.....which wasn't that far off from the truth.
"Really?" Yzak said, trying to restrain his interest.
"Ohh....I hear that tone in your voice." Jack said slyly.
"Oh boy, here we go again." Chimamare grumbled.
"That note of anticipation, that hint of curiosity. You want to know just what kind of Gundams these are, to cast shadows over the originals." The schizophrenic continued, eying the former Redcoat. "Well? What are you waiting for? Come on!" He jibed, darting down the hallway. Yzak stood next to his simulation cockpit for a moment, fuming, before he threw his helmet against the wall and stalked after Jack, muttering.
Hanger A1
"Everyone here?" Erica Simmons called out, looking around the darkened hanger. It was, to say the least, an impressive gathering of important people. Major-General Payne, Colonel Hertz, Kira, along with an assortment of Morgenroete higher-ups. Perhaps a bit more important than any of those were the Gundam Pilots, including Kira, seeing as the subject of this was the first of the next generation of Gundams.
"Alright. Thanks to the good graces of the Clyne Loyalists-" The veritable fleet of those loyal to Siegel Clyne had arrived at the old L4 colony well over a week ago, and had gotten set up quickly with the help of from an Orb company, Huynh Industries. Since then, the 'Clyne Loyalists' had practically forced every bit of technology and information they had from ZAFT on Orb, which had eagerly accepted each and every byte. "- We have completed the first of our new Gundams: The XABF-000a Raijin!" The left side of the hanger lit up, floodlights mounted on the ceiling aimed down to illuminate the Gundam.
The Raijin was a silvery-platinum suit with curvaceous armor, much like the Kiba. However, its legs were every bit the Tetsujin's, possessing the same raptor-like construction and taloned feet. The Raijin's face was almost a carbon copy of the Kiba's, except that the cameras were an unsettling translucent white color surrounded by some sort of bright white coating, and the zigzag faceplate was a darker color than the rest. The head had not sensor fins, although the trademark V-fin sensor system was retained. In place of the sensor spines, there were what looked like long cables of varying sizes, extending out from the Raijin's head and towards its back, ending in a dart-like extension. Notably, the Raijin's hands were slimmer than the Kiba's, and its fingers were somewhat bigger.
A version of the Maser Vibration Spikes that the Kiba had been upgraded with were mounted on the forearms, slimmer and longer than their forerunners. There was no sign of the trademark claw gauntlets, although two weapons, a rifle with what looked like a chainsaw bayonet and some sort of carbine, holstered at the Raijin's hips. Only the keen-eyed and knowledgeable noticed that the CIWS ports in the head were smaller, although the barrels extended slightly out.
"The Raijin is basically the Kiba, except using Orb technology for the most part." Erica said, everyone noting a slight glimmer of pride. "It uses an alternate version of the Tetsujin's Hybrid Plasma Pulse Engines modified to use liquids as well as gas in order for amphibious operations. As you've noticed, it uses the Tetsujin's leg design, allowing it great running land-speed, and this extends to the rest of the Raijin, with an internal superstructure based off of the Tetsujin's and the same linear magnetic joints." A short pause for breath. "In terms of weaponry, the Raijin has claws just like the Kiba's, only instead of mounting them on gauntlets and forcing the pilot to laboriously switch out between gauntlet and other weapons, we've incorporated the claws directly onto the hands, making them capable of folding into the finger to allow the Raijin to handle objects without dicing them apart."
"We've replaced the sensor spines with a new system incorporating various technologies: The Multifunctional Vari-Filament System. It utilizes chords, cables and filaments of various different materials and manufacture to detect sound, light, radio waves, and even smells while also serving as a heat sink for the Raijin's main weapons mounted in its head."
By now, the majority of the people present were muttering, walking around the hanger to get a better look at the Raijin, although the Orb military members and Gundam pilots stayed put.
"We have also finished the second Gundam!" Erica announced suddenly, hitting another button on the remote and revealing the second Gundam. It was almost a carbon copy of the Raijin, except with a slight blue hue and V-fins that were thinner, longer, and had a more acute angle. "The XABF-000b Fuujin!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa hold on!" Yzak yelled. "Why do you need two Gundams that are exactly the same?"
"Well...." Erica said, rubbing her head, "Originally, we didn't intend to make the Fuujin....but General Payne requested another amphibious Gundam to counter the large numbers of Megalodons OMNI has, as well as the new amphibious-pack-equipped Constantines. Instead of a cockpit, it has a dedicated AI Core with an AI programmed to control the mobile suit. The AI is slaved to the Raijin via a Quantum Entanglement Device, extremely expensive. It's programmed to complement Jack."
"An AI? How'd you program it." Nicol asked.
"We used Jack's brainwave data." Erica explained, much to the horror of all but one: Jack. The freak rushed up to her and wrapped her up in her arms, crying silent tears of joy.
"I always wanted a little brother." Jack choked. After a second, Erica hugged Jack back in a motherly manner, while the eyes of everyone else bugged out at the display.
In the back, Liene shook his head, muttering: "I just know that this is going to be one of the worst ideas in the long sad history of bad ideas."
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
Cafeteria
"I don't see what the problem is." Kira said, interrupting the current conversation among the Gundam pilots. "I mean, so we have another Jack. It's not like...."
"We're all gonna die." Dearka bemoaned. The others around the table nodded their heads, most with looks like they had swallowed something unpleasant, except for Yzak who looked like someone had insulted his mother. Kira sighed at their negativity, but didn't remark. They'd learn later.
For a while, the talk turned back to normal things, which girls were most attractive, the 'sweetness' of the Tetsujins, and among the Coordinators and more learned engineers, some high-level engineering and information technology discussions. And then of course, piloting skill.
"How the hell are you so good Kira?" Dearka asked, leaning towards the Prince of Orb from across the table, imitated by his team-mates.
"There's a theory about that." Erica butted in from her end of the table. "It's called the SEED factor."
"That whack-job pseudo-science." Yzak barked, almost laughing. "Super Evolutionary Element Destined? Don't make me laugh!"
"I'll admit that the theory is a bit unrefined...." Erica said slowly. "But the proof sits before you." She gestured to Kira, who ducked his head a little, embarrassed. That got their attention. "In it's most basic premise, SEED is basically an evolutionary theory where certain individuals are faster, stronger, and smarter than the rest of the human race, primarily because they are the 'prototypes' if you will, of the next version of the human race." Everyone nodded. They'd all heard this in one form or another over their lives, when the theory had come about during their early school years.
"However, some recent experiments have revealed surprising data. Orb scientists all over the Earth Sphere have detected a strange subatomic particle that emits radiation unlike anything known. This radiation can - and has - affected parts of the human nervous system, essentially mutating us into better humans." That elicited low mutters and loud thoughts. "This particle seems to be quantitatively stronger in space, and it also seems to affect altered humans more profoundly."
"Wait, you mean-"
"Yes." Erica interrupted Nicol. "There are likely to be far more Coordinators with the SEED factor than Naturals, although one of the side-effects of the SEED factor is likely to be far more profound in Naturals."
"Side-effects?"
"Yes. Individuals with the SEED factor are able to enter into a state not unlike an adrenaline rush. In this state, their reaction speed is significantly increased, as well as their information processing capability. Has Kira ever just suddenly gone 'berserk' or seemed to spontaneously increase in ability?" Erica asked. They all thought for a moment before shaking their heads. "I see. I guess our next hypothesis has come true. The particles' radiation has affected Kira to the point that his normal performance almost equals the performance of others in the 'berserk' state."
"Um...Excuse me." Dearka, butting in. "But what exactly are these particles?"
"No one knows." Erica replied. "But, records from 2045 A.D. and back indicate that these particles must have appeared in the 'Dark Centuries', between 2051 and 2530. As you know, most electronically stored information regarding that time period has either disappeared or been destroyed since the start of Cosmic era. Presumably, this is some kind of artificial particle, developed during the Dark Centuries, and released in copious amounts, either to hyper-accelerate the development of the SEED factor, or for some other reason. Interestingly, the majority of the radio and sensor interference these days actually seems to be attributed to these mystery particles than the Neutron Jammers...."
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
"Man, that was a bombshell." Dearka said as the three former Redcoats strolled down a hall, heading away from the cafeteria and toward the break room. "I mean, Kira's different, sure, but as an actual transhuman prototype? Damn." Before Yzak could comment on that, the trio entered the break room, accidentally timing it to coincide with the entering of the main trainees, just off their training shift.
During the past week, the trio had to deal with a lot of new information. Luckily, unlike Athrun, their respective parents had fled along with Siegel Clyne, so they had little compunction to feel much guilt. Athrun had lucked out of their current situation by being sent off to Lagrange 4 as Cagalli's escort in her role as liaison to the new faction the Clyne Loyalists had formed for the duration of the war, the Loyalist Integrated Neo-Coalition, or LINC. Because now, he didn't have to deal with one eccentricity of Orb's military: four out of five of their pilots were women. Not just any women either. 'I model on magazine covers' women. And when not in OMU-P piloting armor, they were usually dressed in their 'casual wear' pilot suits, which were.....not designed for modesty.
Aside from the female pilots, a large number of the male pilots were scattered about the room, including three particular ones: Kira, Karl, and Mu, with Karl and Mu playing air hockey while Kira judged.
"Oh man, there they are again!" Dearka whispered, staring ten meters across the room at the trio of women there. It was the Tetsujin test pilots, Asagi, Juri, and Mayuri.
"Not this again..." Yzak sighed.
"Oh come on! There's three of them, one for each of us!" Dearka hissed, making Nicol blush.
"You disappoint me Dearka." Yzak said, a scathing tone in his somewhat loud whisper. "They're just Naturals." None of them noticed the three women in question stiffening, or the rest of the room calmly and sneakily maneuvering to get out of the line of fire.
"But-" Nicol cut in, "Yzak, they were the first three chosen to test the Tetsujin, with Kira picking them."
"Yeah, if Orb's Prince and all-around kick-ass pilot picked them out, then they must be good." Dearka added. Yzak shook his head.
"They're women." He stated. "Weaker, slower, and far too emotional, so of course they're inferior." The blond test pilot, Asagi, whipped around and stalked over to the trio of former ZAFT pilots, with those surrounding them scrambling out of the way. She stomped right up to Yzak, getting up in his face.
"If we're so weak, how about proving it!?" She snarled. "Fight, here and now!" Yzak smirked and shook his head, saying-
"Or are you too chicken to fight a girl?" Asagi grinned.
That did it. Yzak glared at her before stepping back and assuming a stance. Asagi, now the one smirking, took two steps back before also assuming a stance.
"Watch this." Back with Karl and Mu, the SpecOpsIntel Major motioned Mu towards the fight, while Kira walked over to the two.
"Asagi, please don't break Yzak. We do kind of need him in one piece for testing purposes, and he is the son of a member of the LINC Council." Kira started, while Jack, who had been tailing the Redcoats waiting for a chance to 'debrief' Yzak, was miming punches at the Coordinator, along with kicks and other martial arts techniques in a general message to 'lay the hurt on' as some would say. Without a break in his speech, Kira threw an air hockey paddle over his shoulder,past Yzak, in between Dearka and Nicol, and hit Jack square between the eyes.
Yzak, intending to end the fight fast and not hurt Asagi too much, rushes her and goes for a high spin-kick at her head, using his rotational momentum to maximize power, Asagi reached out, literally faster than the eye can see and stopped his leg dead before he can hit her.
Compared to the rest of a human body, the legs are quite strong and the amount of force a reasonably well-exercised individual can put into a kick made it so that no one, not even the best martial arts masters can stop a kick dead, they will always be affected by it quite a bit and if they aren't then they must be superhuman.
So, quite naturally, this was rather shocking to Yzak, Mu, and the rest of the uninformed. Asagi then grabbed Yzak's leg with her other arm and proceeded to swing Yzak over her head like a pick axe and pound him head first into the floor. At this point Yzak had a slightly panicked look to his face and tried altering his position to both keep from slamming head first into the floor and to try and throw Asagi off balance by bending backwards.
But as he does so Asagi released his leg and viciously punted him in the chest, causing him to go tumbling ass over tea kettle for about 30 feet, slamming him into the break room's wall. For a few seconds, Yzak just laid there, stunned.
"Shit." Dearka and Nicol, surprisingly, breathed simultaneously, doing a double-take on the two test pilots still near them and subtly (or so they thought) inching away from them.
Meanwhile Asagi very femininely strolled up to the prone Yzak, who can't help but notice how attractive she is despite kicking his butt, before leaning down to his face and saying:
"If you ever want to try again some time little boy all you have to do is ask." All while smiling cutely. Yzak just nodded dumbly in response.
- Quis est a Iuguolo nisi a Iuguolo? -
A/N: Alright, I believe I missed....two? yeah, two update dates. My complete apologies, it's all Velshard's fault.
("You backstabbing bastard!")
Sheesh, calm down I'm joking. It's my fault. Mostly. 3% at least is Velshard's and his ideas, although I have to admit the one I put in this chapter, and the one I'm gonna put in next chapter are pretty good. The other one is good Omake material, with slight appearances in the main story.
Besides that, how do you guys like Jack's Raijin and the AI-piloted Fuujin.....which, by the way, is yet another of Velshard's ideas.
("You leech of off other people, but at least you own up to it")
Whatever. By the way, you get an imaginary cookie if you can guess why I chose the range of 2050 through 2530 for my fictional 'Dark Centuries' (I may have unintentionally stolen a bit from Turn A Gundam, but I'm not sure. Mainly because I never saw it) Hint: It has something to do with Gundam, and recent.
G. Wagers: Well, it's almost a real MS battle. Kinda. I'll give you the length and the plot part.
There may be a tech file, but I have a superstition about interrupting three-part story arcs.
Mathisasosx: Truth be told, the only joke I've told in real life that elicited a non-faked laugh from anyone was: "I can't play an air guitar, but I can play an air trombone."
Maybe it's because it's Gundam, and I'm far more relaxed on the internet than I am in real life......
Jack has some funny/disturbing here.
GS4ever: Thank you. But as for Kira's Gundam.....well, that will probably be in a little while. Just because the epicness deserves story-telling on the scale of the Trojan War (hint)
Well, keep reading! And reviewing. Please, review. PLEASE!!!
("Oh gross, human tears. I need a bath.")
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