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.
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 33: Start Game
- The Demon Thunder -
Orb, "Enma's Locker" Primary SpecOpsIntel Officer Barracks
April 16, 71 CE
2:19 A.M.
Karl blearily opened his eyes as his phone shrieked from his bedside table. He groped for the small, palm-sized device, grabbed it and held it to his ear. It automatically answered the call.
"What the hell? It's...it's two in the morning, boss...what? Please tell me you're kidding...yeah, well, the problem with shit is that it tends to happen." Removing the phone from his ear, he stabbed the center of the touch screen with his thumb and sighed, rising from his bed.
Universal Street, Century Apartments
2:21 A.M.
Major Hertz exited the elevator, dressed with an overcoat and large hat over his uniform as he moved. Walking swiftly, he hopped in an Omnicar waiting for him, with Major-General Payne already waiting for him in the opposite seat. The civilianized APC's engine roared to a start as it accelerated to max speed, the traffic lights turning green just for that car, and the computerized speed limit signs switching to match the Omnicar's speed.
"So, Jack and Kira got out? What happened to the others?" Payne handed over a small folder without a word, Hertz taking the photos out and wincing at the images. "I won't ask who had this idea, although I still wonder...where did Jack find S&M gear?"
"Doesn't matter. I'd like those photos back though. Good blackmail if the LINC pilots ever get somewhere powerful and start to dislike us." Andrew replied,
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure neither Yzak nor Athrun would want these released to the public. But, we're getting off-topic. Where are they?"
"Jack snatched an Izanagi set, carbine barrel, short stock, CC-guncam, and six clips of Lance rounds. Kira, on the other hand...he's got his Kanehada suit and the prototype OMU-LW set as well as the prototype Oscillation Katana." Payne recited to his subordinate. With his cybernetic enhancements, Andrew was quite capable of communication without a radio on-hand, and could access SpecOpsIntel's database as well.
"Any idea where they're heading?"
"Probably that OMNI Enforcer spy hideout in that warehouse at the docks we've been monitoring. A pity. I wanted to use them to feed some more false information about the Tetsujins to the Joint Chiefs and Azrael."
- The Doomed -
Zenopolis Eastern Docks, Warehouse 8 Interior
The entire miniature base that the Blue Cosmos members of the OMNI spy detachment (basically the entire group) was frozen in terror at the sight of Jack, cradling the Izanagi he had in his arms. Arrayed against him were fifty-odd OMNI soldiers armed with standard assault rifles and basic body armor. Rather unusual for an intelligence-gathering outfit, but then again, it is Orb, land of the Prince of Stabby and Slicey Implements.
"Don't show fear, don't step back, and for the love of God almighty...DON'T FUCKING BLEED." One of the soldiers hissed at the others. Jack, or well, Chimamare's reputation had spread wide and far ever since he killed his first OMNI trooper. Luckily for the troops, good or bad, facing them now was neither Jack or Chimamare, but Hajikidasu. On the one hand, unlike his more 'artistic' 'brother', Haji tended to settle things quickly with a relatively painless end involving ranged projectiles and the brain case. On the other hand, his presence meant that Kira was getting a bit more hands-on in his involvement.
Proved when said Prince of Orb dropped from warehouse rafters, landing on his feet. He was suited up in a lighter variant of the OMU, slimmer and more body-conforming, and lighter as well. The majority of it was ballistic mesh-covered artificial musculature covered by strategically-placed armor plating, with the helmet conforming to the skull's shape, with a shallow wedge of a visor on the front. A single large camera was centered on the visor, with shallow eye-slits covered by transparent armor polymer under it and to either side. On the left side was strapped a katana in its sheath.
"Motherfu- Fire, FIRE, FIRE!""" The 'leader' shouted. Even before the OMNI/Blue Cosmos soldiers brought their rifles around to aim at Kira, he'd already drawn the katana.
- The Killer -
From Kira's perspective, in what Erica Simmons termed 'SEED Mode', the bullets were slightly slower than usual. Combined with the assistance from the OMU-LW's HUD, Kira found it only slightly difficult to use the katana to deflect the rounds, sweeping the blade in circles to drive them up, down, and to either side. A few seconds of this ended with the soldiers looking on dumbfounded.
Kira inclined his head to one side, and the leader's head exploded. Even before the corpse collapsed, Haji targeted and wasted another soldier, with similar effects. Now the soldiers started diving for cover, hoping to keep out of the marksman's line of sight.
Which made them perfect targets for Kira.
The Prince of Orb darted forward, the combination of his own well-exercised physique and the musculature of the OMU-LW suit making him move faster than the troopers could reliably react, and four soldiers became sixteen pieces of soldiers, cut in half at the waist, decapitated, and then hacked apart up the center of their torso. Hardly before the viscera spread, Haji already fired again, switching over to short five-round bursts and aiming to maim rather than kill.
Kira continued through the group, ducking under rifle butts and around bullet paths and slicing every OMNI body part that came within range. Blood and gore spattered the ground and the containers that held the spy ring's disguised equipment. Limbs fell to the ground, and heads rolled. Those that were out of Kira's reach fell into Haji's, precise bursts of Lance rounds hitting the spots he targeted, with immaculate mathematical precision.
A single soldier bad it up to Kira unmolested, unloading a full clip of ammo into the OMU-LW's faceplate. He was rewarded with a progressing series of slices, cutting apart his rifle, then his hand, his arm, and ending with his head being sliced into eighths.
Another soldier tried to rush him from behind, rifle up and coming butt-first towards his head. He was cut down by Haji, before the calculating personality turned his attention back to the soldiers ducked behind cover. Kira turned and sliced through a container, .50-caliber rounds spilling out. Along with blood from the severed arm of the OMNI soldier hiding behind that container, who now rolled on the ground, screaming with the rest of the maimed and living.
Kira ignored the mook, moving towards the apparent leader, barely pausing to deflect a round from a sniper in the rafters. The sniper's head was ventilated by Haji's next burst, the corpse falling out of the beams in the warehouse roof to fall into his comrades' midst. At that moment, the leader broke and ran for a door at the back of the warehouse.
There, the man tugged at the door's handle, for naught. Jack had gone all over the warehouse's exterior and sealed most of the exits with a quick-drying sealant used for vacuum hull repairs on space shuttles. Which Haji had gone over with some weird device he'd made during one of his rare previous periods of dominance, melding the metal of the walls and doors to the sealant somehow, and then attaching other contraptions to the doors. The effects of which manifested quickly went a good charge of electricity jolted the guy tugging on the door, and dropping him.
The soldiers made the mistake of looking back in shock at their leader. Kira managed to cover the distance between them and him in the seconds that their attention was diverted, and the blood flowed anew.
- The Butcher -
Warehouse 8 Exterior
Payne stood inside the blockade of military police surrounding the warehouse SpecOpsIntel had been keeping its eyes on for a while. The cacophony from within would chill the blood of any normal civilian, but for the majority of those present, it was business as usual when dealing with Blue Cosmos supporters with Jack and Kira. Especially the SpecOpsIntel medics, waiting outside the encirclement for when they would be needed.
Behind him and to his left, Karl stood, listening appreciatively to the screams.
"Huh. Looks like we might just get some use out of this."
"Indeed." Andrew replied. "The survivors will be frightened enough of Kira and Jack to do anything we asked. You have the disinformation ready?"
"Yep. Fake plans for the Tetsujin, detailed. Looks more like a scaled-down Augury design rather than anything we have in the works, and even more screwed up than the Constantine designs."
"Good. We'll dress the transmission up as a panicked last-minute broadcast. Rip the audio recordings from the OMU-LW and have whoever we have living scream out some stereotypical last words, edit that in and send it."
A particularly shrill screech ripped through the air, causing both officers to pause in their discussion and eye the warehouse, before returning to the topic.
"Think we should throw in an underestimate of our defense batteries?" Karl asked.
"No. We've had surveillance on this cell since the first few members stepped off of the boats and shuttles, for all of two weeks." Payne replied. "As is, we'll probably need to edit most of the information in your plans to make it seem a bit more realistic. Step aside." Karl did better, taking two steps to his left to avoid the flying, then bouncing head. A second later, both of them heard one of the MPs scream. Both sighed.
Then the MPs posted closer to the warehouse entrance aimed their rifles towards the door and shouted for whoever they were aiming at to put their hands out. Turning to see, both officers see Jack, dragging something behind him, and an armored figure trotting out of the warehouse, with the aforementioned MPs shakily aiming their rifles at them, notably keeping the majority of their attention on Jack.
At least, until the other person's helmet splits, the 'mask' portion and the rest folding away to store themselves on the front and back of the armor, respectively, revealing the fact that Kira was wearing the armor. Which caused the MPs to refocus on him, drop their weapons, stand at attention and salute. Rather nervously, which was somewhat understandable, considering that while plenty of the civilian population loved Kira, the military was the ones who had heard of his 'exploits' and thus were rather doubtful of his mental stability.
"Ooooooh Aaaaannnndddreeeeewww! I have a gift!" Jack called out, causing all within audible range to shudder aside from Andrew and Karl. At the same time, the madman lifted the thing he was dragging, revealing it to be a man in a singed set of OMNI body armor over civvie clothes. There was an audible snap as the man's left arm, by which Jack was holding him, broke. This elicited another series of screams.
Andrew motioned for the SpecOpsIntel medics, who rushed over to the man and retrieved him from Jack's grasp, giving him the best medical care Orb's military had. At least, until Payne was through with him.
"Kira. Jack." Andrew addressed both of the teenagers. "Later on, me and the Chief Representative are gonna have a discussion about performing these acts under these circumstances without previous approval from me, him, or another viable authority, such as Colonel Hertz."
"Aw, come on Andy!" Jack said, using the name that most irritated Andrew. "Kira needed to vent a little after hearing about JOSH-A!" That gave pause to Andrew. Merely mentioning the Grimaldi Front around Kira was enough to get the Ultimate Coordinator into, as some of the younger, female members of SpecOpsIntel put it, a state of adorable moeness. Telling him about something similar to JOSH-A, on the other hand, sent Kira into one of his...for lack of a better word, 'SEED Rages'.
Before Andrew could issue a reply of any sort though, he was alerted to a rather significant event.
- The Troopers -
Orb Airspace, C-X12 Perseus
4:43 AM
Just inside Orb airspace, a C-X12 Perseus, an OMNI Enforcer aircraft designed for heavy loads and high fuel efficiency (based off of remaining design papers of the C-920 Marathon from 2519, in turn loosely inspired by the C-130 Hercules in the 21st Century) and used for just about anything, slowly gliding down towards the Onogoro Airstrip.
Sitting in the small passenger compartment behind the cockpit and forward of the cargo hold, Gary was impressed with Ryan's piloting, making flying this rather worn plane seem easy. While the design itself was new and relatively advanced for OMNI tech, the specific plane had suffered greatly. There were holes in the airframe, for one thing, and some gaping slashes on the outer parts of the wings. All of it due to the...the...thing in the cargo compartment.
Not only had it nearly been the death of Boris, who was lying on two of the seats in the back row, recovering, it had eaten Gary's rifle and gnawed on John a bit, and gave Ryan quite the lashing. Literally. Lilou was sitting up front in the co-pilots seat, as far away from the thing possible without exiting the plane.
"Ah, it's good to be returning to Orb." Drake, sitting next to Gary, rasped.
"So, you're one of General Payne's spies?" Gary asked.
"Yes, in this instance."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Well, this is my first time as a spy," Drake explained, shrugging slightly. "But I've kept Blue Cosmos feeding out of my hand for almost two decades now. Most of their and OMNI's tech you see these days are a result of my work, directly or indirectly."
"Sabotage?"
"Only slightly. They actually have some good engineers working for them, but the lot of them are civilian contractors, and spent a bit more time fighting over contracts rather than actual work."
"Huh."
"You wouldn't believe the amount of corporate espionage they have going on. Azrael Industries itself suffers from some conflicts among their employees. And most of their work goes into their super-soldier project, the Biological Central Processing Units."
"BCPUs. I've heard of those, they're like that lady that beat Kira on the way here, right?"
"And the cyborgs that you faced off with on Aprilius. The term applies rather equally to either class though, as the pilots are seen more as parts for their Gundams, while the brains of the others serve quite literally as CPUs for the cyborgs."
"Hmmmm..."
"And much of the rest of them spend time researching a way around the Neutron Jammers."
"That makes sense. Aside from the energy crisis, they'd want to nuke the PLANTS again."
"The only amount of cooperation the whole lot of them have seen on a single project, is the Mephistopheles."
"What's that?"
"Classified, Payne's ears and above only."
Gary settled back in his seat. OMNI and Blue Cosmos were a heck of a lot more screwed than he'd thought.
"Attention passengers, we are now landing. Please fasten your seatbelts, and for Glenn's sake, DON'T OPEN THE CARGO HOLD!" Ryan blared through the speaker system.
Except for Drake, the passengers shuddered at the thought.
The plane's forward speed decreased significantly as the flaps deployed, and small retrothrusters flared, some of the flaps ripping off from the stress and more than a few of the retrothrusters sputtering out. Simultaneously, the main engines cut power, and high-powered lift fans in the wings, tail and body activated, allowing the plane to drift towards the landing strip. It slowed further when the landing gear deployed, and only rolled a few meters upon ground contact.
Stepping out of the plane, Gary and Drake were met by Andrew, Karl, Kira, and Jack, accompanied by a large contingent of MPs.
"Sir! Captain Gary Shimizu reporting for-"
"Oh Rex! Come out!" Drake interrupted.
"Oh shit! Duck and Cover!" In well-trained synchronization, all of Shoki team, and the MPs, dove for the nearest cover from the opening cargo hold doors, the former shuddering at the thought of what awaited them.
Out of the doors prowled an enormous reptile, fifteen meters long from snout to tail, and armored in scales less like those of fish and reptiles, and more like those of medieval armor in appearance. The main body structure was that of a monitor lizard such as Komodo Dragons, yet with leg builds like felines. Short ridges decorated the upper skull, some of them grown long and tusk-like out from the head. The eyes were a bright green, with slitted pupils, and when the beast hissed at the array of meat before it, it revealed eight-inch fangs that dripped with what the more frightened individuals hoped was saliva.
Most of those gathered were shaking in their various footwear, at least until Drake started patting the beast on its snout.
"That's a good boy Rex, good boy. Hiss, don't bite." Drake hissed through his mask.
"Hmm. He's really grown." Karl commented. Aside from Drake, he, Andrew, Kira and Jack were the only ones who weren't hiding. Andrew pulled a sizable slab of meat and tossed it towards Rex. The reptile's tongue snapped out, snagged the cut, and retracted back into Rex's mouth, the dragon swallowing it down in a single gulp.
"Wait...you guys knew about this thing?" Lilou asked, astonished and hiding behind one of the Perseus' landing gears.
"Of course. We met Rex shortly after Drake created him." Andrew intoned, scratching the aforementioned genetic beast on one of its ridges. "He was a lot smaller then. Only about six meters long. We used him as a tracker, back when OMNI was using individual spies instead of entire networks and bases."
Shoki team stared.
- The Author -
Ugh. This is turning out to be one of my worst summers that I can remember.
("Let's see...the power outage...the air conditioning...the virus...and now the diet...")
Indeed. To all of those out there enjoying your supposed quick weight-loss diet...I don't know how you can stand it.
("Maybe they're better cooks that don't need to rely on their mothers to cook every meal that doesn't need to be microwave?")
I miss my ramen. But moving on from my personal issues, despite how much I want to rant about them...
I really don't think this is one of my better chapters. In fact...yeah...probably one of the worst ones...
("Let the depression sink in! You want to commit seppuku, for the shame of your dishonor!")
Hey, Looney Tunes: Back in Action is on!
("Damn. I was close")
Anyway...
OMNI really can't get a for-real spy ring working properly in Orb. Aside from the fact that most of their competent commanders are those that they can't trust due to ideological and/or moral issues, it's hard to keep any info out of the hands of a genius hacker, not to mention the nation with perhaps the best communications interception and security.
Plus, Kira no likey Cyclopes Systems. Or scenarios like JOSH-A. This provides much amusement for us, and slight annoyance on the part of Kira's friends in Orb.
And I finally got around to showing Rex! Who is just as much a cyborg as a crime against nature!
("Really?")
He eats metal.
("Oh. Well...")
Review Replies:
Infinite Freedom: Damn. I was hoping the plot wasn't that transparent...
Alex Yamato: Yeah, Shoki Team really doesn't have a good time during this mission...
We still need the obligatory awesome Gundam duel from him.
It's Kira. People die after Cyclopes Systems go off (yes, in this continuity, there has been a bit more than two...although not on the same scales) And usually by mecha and/or knife.
I now wish to create a Cyborg Ninja SpecOpsIntel team. This new enthusiasm is brought on by the latest Metal Gear Solid: Rising Trailer.
Mordalfus Grea: I take your Rocket Launcher Jack and raise you an Evangelion-Piloting Jack. With a suitably-sized rocket launcher. Actually, one of those rocket-firing shotguns from Borderlands, Eva-sized. Which is actually the destructive scale I'm going for.
Probably.
I'm actually not sure, although the last one sounds good.
Kojiro Kun: I like going into detail when I'm in a good mood. I'll probably delay a few of the bigger chapters just until I get that gleeful sense of mayhem.
G. Wagers: Yep. Wait until I show Panama.
Only partial character chit-chat. It's obligatory when trying to advance the plot somewhat. But for the most part, there will be blood. And gore. And explosions. And...you now what? Let's go with the blanket description of BLOODY MURDER.
Knightmare Gundam of Ni