Celestial Being Chronicles - Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam series, nor any of the various series which are used or referenced in my fic, so please point that damned lawsuit cannon at someone else, also, don't read this if you are not of legal age to read such material. The story contains possibly disturbing content and should not be read by close-minded people (i.e., people who are easily offended.) Everything in the story is fictional. I am also not responsible for any actions taken by people who read this story and society's problems. I do, however, own my original character; Hope Yamato.
Now that the crimson Evangelion Unit was momentarily out of the fight, Kira once again holstered the gravity hammer on the Divinity Gundam's back. The amethyst-eyed man then ejected the Gundam's right hand, which exploded upon hitting the ground, and allowed a new weapon to slide out of his machine's forearm, one which had been only recently installed; a razor-sharp, three bladed claw.
Only a few seconds after the Gundam's right hand had been ejected, it exploded, this was a safety measure to ensure that hostile forces would be unable to aquire any parts of the Gundam which had been ejected during battle.
"This guy, who is he?" Shinji muttered as the Divinity Gundam turned to face his purple Evangelion Unit, which had once more risen to it's feet. Kira smirked ever so slightly as the three-bladed claw that now took the place of his machine's right hand, began to rapidly spin.
"Who am I?" Kira echoed, as his vestige appeared within a small communications screen, his lips pulled back, revealing his pure whute teeth, with pronounced canines, upper and lower.
"To you, I am the devil himself, Shinji Ikari." Kira snarled as he ignited the beam sabers mounted in his machine's wrists.
Meanwhile, a squadron of more than 500 machines had been launched from the Excalibur's hanger bays. Leading the massive air wing was Mu La Flaga's orange-and-white colored F-22 Raptor, and following close behind were hundreds of other aircraft and mobile suits.
Mu, along with dozens of other ace pilots from both ZAFT and the Earth Alliance, had been resurrected, in addition, the members of the original private armed orginization Celestial Being, had also been brought back to life.
Among the resurrected ZAFT ace pilots were; Shiho Hahnenfuss, Andrew Waltfeld, Deakra Elsman, Nicol Amalfi, and against the advice of Kira's lovers, Rau Le Creuset and Rey Za Burrel.
Much against the advise and will of his lovers, Kira had also resurrected both Flay Allster and Natarle Badgiruel, he had also given them piloting skills on the level of ace pilots.
At the request of fellow pilot Shinn Asuka, Kira had also resurrected Shinn's sister; Mayu Asuka, and in addition to giving her piloting skills on the level of an ace pilot. Kira had also made Mayu older, or more specifically he had increased the girl's age from 12 years old to 18 years old.
"Time on target; 5 minutes." Mu reported from the cockpit of his F-22 Raptor.
As the 500 machines screamed away from the Excalibur, they quickly reformed from the seemingly chaotic cloud of gleaming metal, into 100 seperate fighter wings. Each of the fighter wings consisted of five machines, with each of the five-ship fighter wings accompinied by a pair of mobile suits. After refroming, the 100 fighter wings split up, each individual fighter wing heading for a seperate target.
As Mu La Flaga's flight, which had been given the name: Mobius Squadron, approached the fortress city of Tokyo-3, five glints appeared in his canopy. A chill surged up the ace's spine, but then it decided to turn around and go back down, making him shudder. Something bad was going to happen on this mission, and it probably had something to do with these five foes.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Mayu Asuka said worriedly from the cockpit of her custom pink-and-red colored F-22 Raptor.
"Me too," Mu replied as he switched over to a communications channel which had just been intercepted by the Excalibur.
What he heard chilled his body to the core.
"Yellow Squadron, we have clearance to engage. Splash all hostile aircraft."
"Roger, initiating attack on all hostile aircraft."
Mu couldn't believe it. The infamous Yellow Squadron, a squadron of nearly unbeatable ace pilots, all of whom flew Sukhoi Su-37 Terminators, which he had only ever read about, was here.
"Oh no," Mu muttered, before then switching back over to his own communications frequency. "Mobius Squadron, be careful." He decided to tell the Yellows who they were dealing with. "Engage as a formation, no single-ship attacks."
"Did you hear that!" One of the Yellows shouted.
"Sure did."
"So then that lead Raptor's the…"
"It sure seems that way."
"Right! Engage him!"
The five Terminators ahead split in an elegant manner, though Mobius had already dissolved into its elements and was even then setting up for a strike.
Mayu wanted to scream and cry in frustration. Her opponent in the Terminator had jinked for the fifth time before snapping into a Cobra and forcing an overshoot. By the time Mayu had reversed, another Terminator had gotten on her tail and was hounding her, her radar warning bleeping at her with tracers shooting past her aircraft every now and again as the other fighter got her in his sights.
"Damn!" She cursed as another attempt to throw off the enemy fighter failed. It was clear that the enemy pilot was well trained and knew what he was doing, staying with her even as Mayu slowly used up every trick in the book.
Suddenly, one of the Yellows pulled ahead of Mayu's Raptor, before performing a half loop and pointing his nose at the pink-and-red F-22. A small speck dropped off the Terminator's right wing and headed right at her as the enemy pilot quickly peeled away.
The world seemed to slow down for Mayu as she rolled level, lit her burners and screamed headlong at the missile. Something inside her told her that now was the time and she pulled up hard, rolled onto her back, three bright flares dropping from her Raptor's belly, then dropped in behind the missile, which wasn't able to compensate for the sudden maneuver and the appearance of so many targets. To everyone's surprise, the missile didn't continue forward after being drawn off course by the flares, instead it detonated, the explosion spewing a cloud of shrapnel into the air, some of which hit the left engine of the pink-and-red Raptor.
"I'm hit!" Mayu growled as her left engine began to cough out a thin black trail of smoke.
Mu La Flaga was just about to turn towards another fighter when flares started to go off nearby, signaling for the deployed fighters to return.
"Why are they retreating, they had us on the ropes." Meyrin Hawke asked over the radio in a shocked voice as she brought her grey-and-red colored F-22 Raptor into formation with Mu La Flaga's own, orange-and-white colored F-22 Raptor, whle Mayu Asuka brought her pink-and-red colored F-22 Raptor into formation.
"I don't know, but I got a bad feeling about this…" Mu replied as the rest of the machines rejoined the formation before turning back towads the Excalibur.