Gundam SEED Destiny
Kira
By: Tellemicus Sundance
Phase 27: Wounds of the Heart
January 31, 74 CE
Terminal HQ, Orb
11:42pm
It was a tough job, but he'd finally managed to get away. Despite carefully explaining the circumstances to her, Captain Ramius, and several other high Orb officers, none of them seemed willing to allow him to depart. They understood his desire to find and protect his friends, but they argued that he'd never reach them in time and that he was still too injured to have been much help even if he did make it to them.
Very good points, but Lady Cagalli seemed to have noticed that unwavering determination in his eye as he was returned to the infirmary. This time she'd taken measures to keep him locked up almost to the extremes. And even though he no longer had the Neo Freedom, or any machine for that matter, Akira still felt an overwhelming need. He might still be injured and quite powerless, but his friends were in danger because of him. He could feel it in his gut, and he'd never forgive himself for not even attempting to help them! He may have been powerless without a Gundam, but he still wanted—needed—to do something!
After they'd arrived at their secret factory and base, he and Captain Roanoke had been moved to a more comfortable infirmary. But while they were there, Akira was once again strapped and handcuffed to the bed frame, had video surveillance watching his every move, and even guards posted outside the doorway to make sure he didn't manage to escape again.
But he did anyway (much to Captain Roanoke's amusement and annoyance) through the ventilation ducts. It was hard to move through them and not make too much noise, and several times he was sure that someone had noticed his disappearance. Using what little knowledge he had the facility's layout, he had slowly worked his way towards where he believed the mobile weapons hangars were.
Spotting a vent up ahead, Akira slowly and carefully worked his way towards it. With a careful application of weight, pressure, and speed, he was able to creep through the dusty vents with only a few quiet thuds to mark his presence. Reaching the vent, he gently bent one of the metal bars downward to allow him to peer through it. A small smile of relief crept over his face as he realized that his gut instinct had been correct, the room outside was definitely some kind of mobile suit hangar.
Listening carefully, he let out a sigh of relief when he realized no one seemed to be in the hangar or at least he couldn't hear them. Taking a risk, he angled his body around and kicked out at the vent, knocking the weak bolts clean out of their fastenings to the wall. Quickly as he could, he reached forward and caught the falling grate before it could make loud crash to the floor and alert anyone in the hangar of his presence.
Sliding out and placing the vent grate back into its former position, he moved through the shadows of the hangar, gazing up at the mighty behemoths that stood in the facility. There were at least half a dozen machines, all in various stages of production. Some were little more than armor shells, others had the basic body frame and circuitry but lacked the armor, and the rest were simply missing entire limbs or weaponry.
'I can't use any of these!' he thought, scowling angrily.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to show up," a quiet voice spoke up from behind him, causing Akira to immediately freeze. "Don't act so surprised, Mr. Iyadomi, it was inevitable you would show up here."
Turning around, he spotted that the person who'd found him was none other than Captain Murrue Ramius herself. She had a small but knowing smile on her face as she watched him face her. Despite his cool expression, there was a certain deer-in-the-headlights look in his eyes that she recognized all-too-easily.
"You're as stubborn and headstrong as you always were," she said quietly before beckoning him towards her. "But maybe we can channel it better this time. Follow me, please."
He had been caught in the act, so Akira let out a sigh of disappointment as he walked after the brunette Captain. But rather than walk back towards the infirmary, she headed even deeper into the hangar, towards a small doorway in the far corner that he hadn't noticed. The other side of the doorway was pitch black, the only source of light coming through the doorway itself.
Once he had joined her inside, Murrue closed the door and hit a light switch. It took just a moment for his eyes to readjust to the bright lights that suddenly lit up the room. But when he lowered his arm, he instantly spotted the familiar form of a mobile suit. No wait, it was a Gundam!
Its limbs were slightly trimmer than most Gundams and mobile suits he'd ever seen, which hinted to it being a high-speed machine. And there were not only a distinctive pair of triangular wing-like structures mounted upon its backside or shoulders, but also a pair of large fins to its shins that almost looked like wings as well. It didn't look like it would fare too well in close-quarters to Akira. Was this a transformable Gundam? It didn't seem to have much in terms of obvious weaponry, save perhaps the large anti-warship sword upon its back between the wings and the pair of beam sabers mounted on the sides of its shins.
"While I'm afraid that we don't have a Gundam to give you right now," Murrue said as she moved up beside him, gazing up the large machine. "We can loan you this one. It was originally intended to be Lieutenant Koenig's next machine, but he's…presently unavailable to use it."
"But…" Looking over at the woman with uncertainty, he asked, "Why are you helping me?"
"Because I know something about the very core of your nature," Murrue said, turning to give Akira a firm gaze. "Whether as Akira Iyadomi or Kira Yamato, you have always held the safety of others above your own. That is why I know you will never stop trying to escape us until you do something to help while you can."
That statement caused a very uncomfortable feeling to settle into the pits of his stomach for some reason. Not knowing what to say in reply, he just returned his attention back to studying the machine in front of him.
"I don't know what you plan to do or where you plan to go," Murrue continued quietly as she too returned her attention to the Gundam in front of them. "But I would like to make a request of you before you leave… Think of it as an optional mission for you to undertake for us when you have the opportunity."
"What is it?" he asked, somewhat curious as to what kind of mission the Archangel Captain would want to assign to him.
"Rescue Lieutenant Tolle Koenig from Gibraltar," she said quietly.
Whatever mission he might've thought it was, it certainly wasn't that.
A short while later, he sat in the Orb Gundam dressed in a common ZAFT green pilot suit that Murrue had supplied for him, along with a green dress uniform bundled at his feet. As he booted up the CPU, he read the name and G.U.N.D.A.M. acronym of the start-up screen.
MOBILE SUIT OPERATION SYSTEM
//MVF-X30F – Karai//
Gunnery
Updated
Nuclear-
Deuterion
Aerodynamic
Machine
G.U.N.D.A.M Synthesis System
Using the codes that Murrue had assured him would work, he moved the orange and white Gundam onto the catapult and prepared to launch.
KIRA – Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny – KIRA
February 4, 74 CE
Heaven's Fortune, Lagrange 4
10:04pm
To call the privately-owned space station Heaven's Fortune an old, clunky piece of floating scrap metal would've been a grave overstatement and an insult to the most modern stations that were currently in orbit. Heaven's Fortune had actually been one of the original colonies to have ever been designed and built upon an asteroid, just a few years prior to the beginning of the Cosmic Era. And though it was officially owned by a fairly wealthy South Africa Union citizen, it was actually used as semi-secret black market and hideout for criminals and pirates. Both ZAFT and the Earth Forces allowed this because they figured it was easier to monitor a known underworld base than it was to search for its replacement if they destroyed it.
However, despite being a black market station, there were a lot of strict rules and laws that all visitors and colonists had to abide by. This was to prevent fights from breaking out between two or more rivaling pirate or underworld factions, which usually resulted in very expensive collateral damage upon the colony itself. Thus all weapons were strictly forbidden upon the station, having to be left aboard their ships for the duration of their stay. And while it was closely monitored and discouraged, sabotage or theft of another's ship was an unlikely occurrence. This was due to the fact that Heaven's Fortune was of an inferior and outdated design, and an exploding vessel in the harbor could spell catastrophic damage and doom to the station and all its residents within.
And the station certainly showed its age in many obvious ways, like the rusty or twisted metal that was littered throughout its structure. There was hideous smelling smog that filled the air and hung over the buildings like a gray cloud. But perhaps the most obvious of all was just how filthy the entire station was, littered with garbage of all kinds that would've given most custodians nightmares.
It took a new kind of courage to even enter the station, doubly so without wearing a spacesuit. But that's what Captain Brimfield did, walking down one of the streets towards one of the few bars that weren't a complete dump like the rest of the station. Behind him were two of his crewmembers, acting as bodyguards and lookouts as he entered into the Black Hole Bar & Grill establishment.
Walking smoothly up to the counter, he took a seat and patiently waited, ignoring the bartender. It took only a few minutes before the woman he was waiting for finally noticed his presence from the corner booth that she was slouching in, idly smoking a cigar that would've made most men choke.
"Hey there sweetie," Amelia Hord said in a sultry voice as she seemed to suddenly appear out of thin air. Her dainty fingers started tracing patterns over Jonas' jacket, just barely firm enough to be felt through the fabric. "How'd you like me to show a little piece of heaven?"
"In a little while, perhaps," Brimfield remarked idly, not seeming to care that the woman was rubbing up against him in ways that would've made most other men quite uncomfortable, in various ways. "I need to have a chat with someone important, but the fool hasn't shown up yet."
"Is it very important?" the dark-haired lady asked, her tone of voice and posture seeming to radiate that whatever his answer might've been, it couldn't be more important than what she wanted.
"Extremely."
"You're far too tense, Mr. Muscle-man," Amelia cooed, suddenly hoisting him up to his feet with a strength that belied her petite frame. "You can't go into a meeting as a bundle of nerves. Here, I know the perfect way to loosen you up and it'll only take a few minutes. I'm sure your friend will understand."
While their captain was being pulled reluctantly down the corridor to the backrooms, the two EH escorts had seated themselves at one of the tables.
KIRA – Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny – KIRA
Outside Heaven's Fortune, a small ZAFT fleet of two Laurasia-class and a Nazca were steadily approaching. The only thing preventing many of the pirate factions who were nestled into the harbor of the space station from fleeing was the fact that the ZAFT vessels were following all the procedures necessary to dock with the station for maintenance and refueling.
The commander of the Nazca, Aleron Delahaye, watched over the proceeding with the eyes of a hawk. If his assumption was correct, then he was most likely right on course for where his prey had fled. Finally, after almost three years of festering hatred and disgust, he was going to pay those disgraceful, Natural-loving fools back.
Oh yes, he'd destroy them with glee the first chance he got!
But first things first, he needed to verify that they were even here. The most likely places were the harbor and the closest bars to the harbor. It was a common habit for visiting pirates and outlaws to drown themselves in countless kegs of alcohol, and his prey was no exception from this habit. A few squads of soldiers to patrol the interior and one to locate the ship would have to suffice for the search since any more would spark complete chaos.
Even before his fleet had fully docked into the harbor, he'd already started barking out the necessary orders to his crewmen.
KIRA – Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny – KIRA
By: FictionReader98
Things were quiet onboard the Early Harvest as the surviving pirates were taking this opportunity to relax from recent events.
"YOU DID IT AGAIN, YOU INGRATE!!!"
The crew groaned as that nice tranquil peace was now shattered as they all moved away from the source of the irritated voice, not wanting to get caught up in it as they all recognized as Professor K. That was one of the basic rules of being part of the group: when she was on the warpath, get as far away as you could.
The redhead was not easily angered since she knew full well that battle was often chaotic and hazardous, so it was only natural that things would break down or get lost in the process requiring repair or replacement. Except in the case of this arrogant hothead!
"'Ingrate' is a very unfair term," Lieutenant Dalen Bertelsen pleaded mildly. He was in his usual attire though this time he had a baseball cap on, covering the bandages around his head from the head injury he received in the fighting.
Both of them were in the Early Harvest's loading bay. After he had been discharged from the infirmary, he had made his way down to the bay to look over the Honor to see just how damaged it had been. Unfortunately for him, Professor K was already there looking over the three EH Gundams from the last battle. He attempted to make a swift retreat when she caught sight of him and proceeded to blow his eardrums out.
"Do you know how much equipment you threw away during the last fight!? And how much of a pain it is to replace it!?" She didn't bother mentioning that with the colony gone, their means to repair or replacement anything was severely limited. "AGAIN!?"
"The beam boomerangsare meant to be expandable…"
"You lost your rifle!"
"I got snuck up on! It's not easy fighting three Gundams at once!"
"One of your combat knives is gone!"
"I still have both my beam sabers…"
"And you threw away your shield again for some decoy trick!"
"Hey, that shield trick works!"
"You lost one of your Claymore blades!"
"I got shot down!" The pirate reminded her, feeling very much like a student explaining why he didn't do his homework. "It's not like I wanted to lose that!"
Professor K just blew out air through her nose attempted to calm down. She had been like this after the Blood Fin raid. Not so much that he lost equipment, but how he lost them. K didn't approve of his fighting methods. Losing a shield to an enemy, she could understand. Using the shield as a decoy to get to the enemy she didn't. She just rubbed the side of her forehead with a pained expression on her face. "There are times I wonder why you were given that Gundam."
Dalen felt his mood darken a bit. "Excuse me; I didn't want to pilot it in the first place. Captain ordered it. You want to get someone else to pilot it, be my guest."
K jerked a little and her expression softened a little as though regretting her choice of words. She knew of his reluctance with mobile suits. She looked over at the Gundam. "Well, damage-wise, it's light." She said changing the topic. "It's battered in a few places particularly on the arms and legs. The worst is the right shoulder and your cockpit area. That shot fried several systems, so that's going to have to be repaired before you can use it again." She paused for a moment then added. "It could have been a lot worse."
"I know," He replied trying to push that particular thought out of his mind as he turned around. "I'm going to go get a drink. My thanks for your work on the machines."
"Lieutenant." He stopped in his tracks though he didn't look back at the professor. "If you really are against piloting the Honor, take it up with Brimfield. A reluctant pilot isn't going to be able to use the Honor to its full potential. You'll just get yourself killed unless you can fully commit to it."
Dalen just gave a short wave of acknowledgement before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walked out of the bay but not before he shot the Honor another quick look.
Maybe it was time to talk frankly with Brimfield and tell him he should get a new pilot for it. While part of him did feel attached to the machine, it also felt like a snake coiling around him; slowly squeezing him, tightening itself so he couldn't get away, until it ultimately suffocated him. It would be a burden he would gladly let someone else take.
Well whatever decision he made, he better make it soon. If he was going to let someone else pilot the Honor, the sooner they began the better off they would be.
Spotting a pair of familiar forms approaching him, Dalen called out, "Hey, Goldie, Henry! You guys wanna go get a drink with me?"
KIRA – Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny – KIRA
10:45am
Marching imperiously through the filthy streets, a squad of ZAFT soldiers kept keen gazes on everyone and everything around them. Being in this infested hive of criminals was really, really putting them on edge. Many of them, especially the veterans, felt like they were little more than moving targets for a sniper to pick off at will. And, to a certain degree, they were quite accurate in that paranoid belief. Perhaps it was due to the fact that none of the soldiers carried any of their rifles or firearms, as per the law of the station that prevented them from being sniped. However, it still took a great amount of discipline for them to continue on their journey towards their target.
Finally, after a nerve-wracking ten-minute march, the leader spotted their target up ahead, the Cosmic Café. It was a shabby establishment that was every bit as rundown and filthy as the rest of the station. But, for some reason, Squad Three hadn't reported in or returned when they were finished investigating the bar. The situation demanded that a second squad be sent to retrieve or investigate what had happened.
Kicking the door open to help vent his foul mood, the leader of the squad entered the musky and smoky bar with an obvious grimace of disgust. What he saw as he walked inside was the ten-man Squad Three, bound and gagged to chairs and tables throughout the small bar. It didn't take long to locate the culprits as they were lounging at a table in the farthest corner of the bar, idly sipping their drinks. It took even less time for the sergeant to realize that the two men were Lieutenants Siemer and Bertelsen, the reported pilots of the Early Harvest X-unit mobile suits!
"Welcome, gentlemen," one of the pair called, Lieutenant Bertelsen? "Your friends have been expecting you."
"What is this?" he demanded as he marched up to the pair, his squad following in his footsteps.
"We were throwing a private party to celebrate the loss of our neutrality in your war," Lieutenant Siemer stated curtly as he returned his drink to his lips to take another sip from. "Go away."
"Now, now, Henry," Lieutenant Bertelsen said in a quiet voice. "Is that any way to treat our guests? Please, gentlemen, don't be shy; come in!"
Scowling darkly at the pair's laid back attitudes, the sergeant snarled out, "You're under arrest, pirates."
Chuckling at the man's statement, Henry asked, "Under whose authority?"
"Mine," a voice called out from the back of the group, surprising a good portion of the soldiers who hadn't been aware of the speaker's presence. Nonetheless, they respectfully cleared a path for the man as he strode forward to the forefront of the squad.
The man wore the common green uniform of a ZAFT soldier, but the pirate pair recognized him immediately. His face drawn into a deep scowl of hatred, his yellow eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the tavern, and a large, powerful frame of coiled muscle that was quite noticeably stretching his uniform. To anyone else but these two, he would've seemed like a monster of a man.
"Aw, hello, Hercules," Dalen called out, his tone almost mocking as he and Henry sat back in their seats. "When was the last time we had the pleasure of his company?"
"I believe it was the day he was cast out of the Early Harvest around the time of the Second Battle of Jachin Due," Henry answered immediately, his voice as cold as ice. "'Conduct unbecoming of a member of the crew,' that was the charge I do believe, along with strong evidence of murdering a fellow crewmember."
"You should know," Aleron growled. "Most of you stood against me."
"For Makoto's sake, it was the least we could do," Dalen responded, his voice just as cold as Henry's.
Forcing himself to not fall into their trap of reminiscing of their shared past, in his best commander voice he said, "You are under arrest for the theft of nuclear weapons, classified military data, and about six hundred other crimes. You could of course refuse, become hunted men. Why not come along quietly...for old time's sake?"
The two men looked at each other. "Six hundred?" Dalen repeated a bewildered look on his face. "Is that all? I could have sworn it was over a thousand."
"ZAFT must be slipping," Henry replied nodding his head in agreement as he jerked a thumb at Aleron. "Since he's in it, we know how low their standards have become."
A sudden noise above them caught the ZAFT soldiers by surprise. In the few seconds it took for them to look up towards the noise, the rusty cable that had been used to hold a large chandler in place over the bar snapped. Even Coordinators, with their super-Natural reflexes, couldn't dodge the rapidly falling hunk of metal. The large piece of metal landed heavily within their midst all but crushing them beneath its weight, revealing a green-haired figure standing atop it.
"Did I miss anyone?" Goldie asked as he looked around, verifying that he did indeed catch all the new soldiers under the chandler.
"Congratulations, Goldie, you brought down the house," Dalen said as he and Henry stood up from their table, circling Aleron who was the only one not hit. "Except this rat."
"I was trying to hit Delahaye," Goldie pouted as he repositioned himself on the chandler just in case the ZAFT commander made any suspicious moves.
Aleron turned a fierce glare upon the newcomer. If there was one person in all of the Early Harvest crew that he hated more than anyone else, it was Charles Goldsboro. This was because the scrawny punk was one of the very few who could best him in a fistfight, thanks to the chemical enhancements that he'd received from the Earth Forces before he'd escaped. With this little brat here, his chances of apprehending either of the other two had just diminished to zero.
Movement in front of him returned Aleron's attention to Henry who had moved just in front of him. "You go back and you tell the Chairman this: we never wanted any part of his war. But now that he's involved us, we will use every means within our power to fight him. And we'll not stop until one of us is destroyed."
"Bold words," Aleron stated, a smirk crossing his face as he stared down at the smaller man. "I look forward to ramming them down your throat."
Henry only let out a dark chuckle as he walked away towards the exit.
"Tell me, Delahaye," Goldie spoke up. "What machine do you pilot now? I fly the X3."
Turning to the youngest man of the trio, Aleron easily saw the festering hatred within the young man's eyes. Smirking deeply, he said, "A black Slash ZAKU Phantom with a golden Roman numeral 4 on its right side and shield."
Nodding as he committed the information to memory, Goldie said, "I'll see you on the battlefield." With that said, Goldie and Dalen quickly followed after their teammate, leaving Aleron the duty of cleaning up the mess they left behind.
KIRA – Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny – KIRA
February 5, 74 CE
Linz, Austria
3:53am
In the darkness of the night, Akira sprinted as best he could through the cold, snowy city. The streets were relatively deserted, and excluding the snow and ice covering the ground, there was little to no obstacles for him to dodge around. To that regard, he was making great time in his pained sprint. But because he was still hampered by his wounds, he was running at a pace that was little more than an average run for a Natural. And he'd been running since he'd landed the Karai in his usual hiding place at the city outskirts.
Without Mirage Colloid, the machine was plainly visible, but he wasn't planning on staying too long for that to be a problem. But that Compton-class land battleship that he'd flown over as he approached the city had caused a terrible foreboding to settle into his gut. ZAFT was close by, too close.
Turning around yet another street, he looked up ahead and let out a small sigh of relief at the comforting sight of the café that was still standing in front of him and there didn't seem to be any obvious signs of damage. That meant that ZAFT hadn't arrived yet…or were being subtle this time.
Slowing down slightly to better control his breathing and ease his aches, Akira settled into a light jog as he neared the café. It's okay, he kept telling himself. Meer wouldn't have told them. She's smarter than that…isn't she?
A split second after that question crossed his mind, a familiar instinctive impulse washed over him. Danger! It was followed by a large explosion of sound, heat, and debris that quite literally blew him off his feet. Crying out as he landed heavily upon his bruised back, Akira automatically raised one arm to block his face from the explosive winds as they washed over him. Where did this explosion come from?!
Propping himself back up to his feet, Akira found the source immediately. The café!
In an instant, all his pain and previous injuries left him as he jumped to his feet and sprinted into the flaming building. Smoke, fire, scattered debris, and gases impeded his vision but he didn't need it because he knew this diner's layout well. Dodging around one flaming section of wall he recognized once belonged to the doorway to the backroom, he was suddenly surrounded by flames and oppressive heat from where the oven had once been.
Crouching low to avoid the smoke—Danger!—he flinched back as a portion of the ceiling suddenly collapsed. Once it had fallen, he leapt over the boards and found the doorway to the upstairs. Climbing the stairs quickly, he kicked down the door and was immediately awash by more fire and smoke. Coughing out the smoke as it invaded his lungs, Akira carefully rushed to the bedroom. With each step he took, the floor creaked and groaned loudly, even in the din of the conflagration raging around him.
"Oria!" he called out, trying to be heard over the roar of the fire. "Xavier! Are you here?!"
Crashing through the burning bedroom door, he found it too was engulfed in fire. But what attracted his attention was the feminine figure that was convulsing and screaming on the floor, flames licking up her body as her clothes continued to burn mercilessly.
"Oria!" he yelled, rushing forward and ripping the burning garments off her body. "Oria, speak to me!"
"A-Akira?" she asked weakly, eyes opening to see his face silhouetted by the burning wreckage around them.
"Hold on, I'll get you out of here!" he said, picking her up carefully and gently slinging her over his shoulder. As he was moving towards the door—Danger!—there came a loud groan and splintering sound as the floor beneath him suddenly gave out, its strength burned away from the fires of the first floor. With loud cries, the pair fell through the hole that opened up beneath, fire and debris falling around and on top of them.
KIRA – Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny – KIRA
4:15am
The rising smoke cloud above the area where the café formerly stood was all the sign he needed to know that the mission had succeeded as expected. It wasn't something that he was particularly proud of doing, but orders were orders.
According to the intelligence bureau, the café and its residents had recently been discovered to have been known affiliates of the notorious terrorist Akira Iyadomi. It was only logical that they be removed from the picture before they could do anything else to endanger the safety of the world, even if the primary target was no longer among the land of the living.
It was with that justification that the ZAFT commander turned back away from the scene before him and towards the display console. "What's the status of that unknown machine we detected a few minutes ago?"
"Unchanged, sir," the radar station answered.
That brought a slight frown to the commander's face. A new mobile suit of unknown was troubling enough, but why would anyone have any business in this particular city? Was it just a coincidence or was there something more sinister in the making? Those were questions that he'd asked himself when the machine had arrived. He'd dispatched a small recon team to assess and possibly acquire the mobile suit shortly after it landed, but they hadn't reported back in yet.
"Colonel! Detecting a large heat source," the radar station suddenly called out. "It's the unknown! It's lifting off!"
"Track it!" he ordered immediately. "Do we have a visual?"
"Yes sir!"
An image of a large orange and white Gundam suddenly appeared upon the overhead monitor as it rose from the ground. Once it had reached a certain altitude, it suddenly blasted forward with tremendous speed as it emitted distinctive blinding rings of white light.
"The unknown is heading straight for us!"
"Dispatch the BABIs!" he ordered. "Try to open a channel with the unknown, find out what its intentions are!"
Within moments the Gundam had reached the battleship and began a slow circling pattern. Before the Colonel could question these actions, his answer became clear as the monitors and computer systems of the ship began to flicker and go haywire. The pilot was hacking into their computer network, and not very subtly either.
However the attack only lasted a few moments before all of them suddenly turned black and shut down. For a second there was only silence before they lit back up again with a message from the pilot.
They were good people. This is punishment.
Outside, eyes glowing in a silent rage, the unknown Gundam dropped into view of the Compton's bridge with its large anti-ship beam sword already in motion. The bridge was destroyed within instants. What followed that attack was the cold, systematic destruction of the large ZAFT land battleship.
(Author's Note) Man, I thought this chapter would never make it out! Why is it that every time I've got this really kickass idea, it always takes forever for me to reach it? Well, one thing I can say for sure is that I'm really looking forward to coming chapters!
Also I'm adding a new poll to my profile and I'd like your honest opinion. It has come to my attention that thanks to one of my friends there's a certain characteristic that Akira has that has been slightly blown out portion. Please note that I have been aware of it for some time but due to how my story needed to go, it was inevitable it was going to happen. Should I change it or leave it as is?
MVF-X30F Karai (based on Gundam Arios)
Manufacturer: Morgenroete, Inc.
Operator: Terminal, Orb; Tolle Koenig, Akira Iyadomi
First deployment: January 31, 74 CE
Powerplant: ultracompact hyper-deuterium nuclear reactor
Color: Orange, white (mobile suit); orange, black (mobile armor)
Equipment and design features:
Neutron Jammer Canceller
Sensors, range unknown
Transformable structure
Variable Phase Shift (VPS) armor
"Voiture Lumiere" light propulsion engine system
Fixed armaments:
2 x M2M5D 12.5mm CIWS, fire-lined, mounted in head
2 x MMI-M15 "Kintaro" railgun, mounted in wingtips, usable in mobile suit and mobile armor forms
2 x Type 72 high-energy beam cannon, mounted on wings, usable only in mobile armor form
2 x MA-FN06 "Momotaro" dual-barrel beam gun, mounted on forearms, usable only in mobile suit mode
2 x beam shield generator, mounted on wrists
2 x Type 75X beam saber, stored on shins
Optional Hand Armaments:
2 x MA-M21KF high-energy beam rifle, combinable, stored in wings
2 x RQM60F "Flash-Edge 2" beam boomerang, stored in shoulder armor
1 x MMI-710 "Kiyohime" anti-ship beam sword, stored on back
Karai means cyclonic thunderstorm.
Kintaro, Momotaro, and Kiyohime are all Japanese folklore figures.