Celestial Being Chronicles - Chapter 122
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.
As the Stormhounds, Celestial Being's elite Spec Ops team, stood before him, a gold-veined, purple seed dropped through the roiling darkness of Kira Yamato's mind, before finally detonating with an electrifying, pure white light that seemed to paralyze the entire universe.
Hope Yamato's pistols barked out a pair of shots which seemed to leave the barrel of her twin weapons in slow motion, slow enough that Kira could watch the bullets move, but he was already well away from her point of aim, flying down the stairs, barely touching them, as he bulldozed his shoulder into the chest of Asuka Langley Soryu. Kira heard a rib buckle underneath the Stormhound's armor, the breath whoosing out of Asuka's lungs as she folded up around Kira's shoulder and then sprawled backwards onto the sand, the handcuffs flying from her hand, pistol tumbling from the holster on the other side. Whirling, Kira took a step and brought one fist around and connected with Hope's right wrist, fracturing the bones and knocking that pistol flying from her grip. His knee came up in almost the same motion and slammed into her midriff, doubling her up with an explosion of breath, in time to meet another fist against the side of her head, dazing her and knocking her down onto her side in the sand.
Kira sidestepped a lashing foot from Asuka and caught that leg, he was in the process of twisting the leg to dislocate the knee and disable the Stormhound when his extra senses warned him to dodge once more, and Kira threw himself to the ground as a volley of hard rubber bullets scythed through where he'd been standing, fired from a few dozen meters away by Mayu Asuka. Senses twinging again, Kira rolled and leapt to his feet as a large hypodermic dart buried itself in the sand where he'd been laying, courtesy of Lacus Clyne, who was quickly approaching from another direction. Almost casually, Kira sidestepped a snapshot from Hope, who had not been as dazed as he'd thought, and this time he put her out for good with a punishing kick to her jaw than sent her flopping and sliding backward almost two meters. Kira winced as he saw blood and tooth fragments fly, but he was feeling less than guilty or remorseful at the moment. She had shot at him after all.
Crossing his arms in front of himself, Kira blocked a stamping front kick from Asuka, who had jumped to her feet while Kira was taking out Hope. Kira's forearms screamed as the bone bruised under the shock of absorbing the blow from Asuka's foot, delivered with the power of a jackhammer piston, Kira actually slid a few inches backward in the sand from the force of the blow. Stepping forward to the attack, Asuka threw a combination of punches, only to have her hand snatched right out of the air and then grabbed at the collar by Kira's other hand, and heaved a good ten feet through the air to land with a jarring thump on the wet sand of the beach just below the tide line on his back. Asuka felt something in her back twist and give under the impact, fiery pain lancing up and down her entire spine, but she refused to be taken out so easily.
Kira ducked away from another few shots from Mayu, and another tranquilizer shot from Lacus, only to find himself square in the line of fire of Misato Katsuragi's cylinder-action grenade launcher. The weapon vomited fire and spat a six inch long, two inch thick metal rod at him, the rod almost instantly expanded into a cross shape with hard rubber pads on the front edges, a subdual round meant to knock someone out through sheer physical impact. Kira blocked with crossed arms again, his bruised flesh protesting the treatment as he was knocked backwards, off balance. Kira hissed a curse as he felt a tranquilizer dart sink into his left side, he angrily brushed the empty dart away, feeling the cold numbness spread through his side from the sedative drug. Normally his immune system would laugh at a simple tranquilizer, but it was quite obvious that the Stormhounds had come prepared, and even though he didn't go down, Kira almost immediately felt a bit dizzy and disoriented as the customized drug doggedly attacked his nervous system.
Lacus could only stare as Kira staggered and then straightened, despite having been hit with enough sedative to take out a rodeo steer in full motion. Hope was down and out, Asuka was half down and hurt, and suddenly three-on-one odds wasn't looking so hot for them. She fired her fourth shot, but it was as if Kira knew that it was coming, because he was well out of the way by the time the dart got there. Moving sideways, Lacus tried to keep Kira in a three-way crossfire between Cagalli Yula Athha, Murrue Ramius and herself, careful to never stand opposite an ally, so they wouldn't have to risk hitting each other. A dose of this tranquilizer on a regular person might put them into a coma. Kira scrambled away from another burst from Murrue, staggering again as he wasn't entirely successful and several rubber bullets hammered into his side and shoulder, which had to hurt like hell.
That still didn't seem all that close to putting him down for the count though, and the Stormhounds kept up the pressure, keeping their distance, knowing that if they let Kira get within hand-to-hand distance, they were as good as down. It was almost like a team of matador's fighting a bull...each time Kira started moving towards one person, the other two would attack and force him to defend, and so forth and so on. Misato's fourth shot was a mesh net, the wires made of macromolecules, all but unbreakable and also nonabrasive, and even though Kira managed to dodge half the net, the other half enfolded his right side and swiftly got tangled up in his arm and leg and head. Still, he didn't go down, not even when he caught a full ten round burst of rubber bullets from Murrue, right across the solar plexus. Lacus sighted and aimed, and sent another tranquilizer dart into Kira's buttocks, which made the Ultimate Coordinator stumble yet again, but still he would not fall down. Lacus was starting to think they'd have to shoot him for real to get him to go down.
Mayu hurried in with a high-voltage taser in hand, but Kira wasn't as unsteady as he appeared, and he blocked Mayu's thrusting arm with his free hand and then headbutted the young Stormhound right in the face. Mayu had her helmet on, but she was still staggered and dazed, though Kira didn't look too well off either. Kira took a step towards the dazed Mayu, or tried to, but the two tranquilizer doses and the net fouled him up and he fell to his knees in the sand. Misato took three big steps forward and unloaded another cross shaped subdual round right into Kira's breastbone, knocking him over flat on his ass, but he still kicked and struggled to stand upright once more.
Asuka lurched forward and slammed her foot down on Kira's chest with grave force, and she heard the crackle of bones suffering hairline fractures. She had little sympathy, her own broken rib felt like it was digging into her liver, and Hope was lying there like a wet noodle, her lower face a mess of blood, her right wrist twisted at a grossly obscene angle. Keeping Kira pinned, Asuka snatched the taser from Mayu and jammed it down, right into the base of Kira's neck. There was an actinic flash of blue-white sparks, and Kira's body jerked as it was electrocuted. Astoundingly, Kira's eyes were still fluttering open and his free arm lifted and began pushing at Asuka's foot on his chest, despite having taken enough punishment to kill most people. Asuka stabbed downward with the taser once more, but this time Kira's arm flashed up and caught the baton behind the sparking head and snatched it from Asuka's grip.
"Motherfucking faker..." Asuka swore, even as Kira flipped the baton around and jabbed it upward. Right into Asuka's groin. The electric jolt lifted Asuka six inches into the air in a single muscle spasm, before her joints locked tight and she collapsed backwards, stiff as a tree, her face pale and twisted, foam bubbling from her nostrils and mouth from the pain of taking over 500,000 volts right into her crotch.
"That was not nesscary, Kira!" Lacus yelled, even as she freed a 7' long leather whip, lined with 1" spikes, from a small holster on her right hip and lashed out with the weapon, blue-white sparks of electricity dancing between the spikes as the thin weapon streaked towards its target. "This is a training simulation, not a real fight!"
"Tell that to Asuka!" Kira shot back, before noticing that Cagalli was charging towards him from the direction opposite Lacus with a large dart gun in her hand. Kira couldn't help but grin slightly as he effortlessly backflipped over the whip, allowing it to slash Cagalli across the chest, delivering 500,000 volts of electricity almost directly into her heart.