Chapter 5
Darry was busy typing away at her monitor. Her glasses reflecting the text on her screen scrolling up as she was busy typing on an augmented reality keyboard in thin air. "Interesting," she spoke aloud to herself, "This guy is just merely a petty crook, on Earth, he's just been robbing fruit stands for food and from time to time will crash into people's' houses in order to get some sleep. They've jailed him a couple of times, but mostly he was sent to juvie. Seems more than anything he was a poor kid growing up."
Gimmy heard Darry speaking to herself through their connected earpieces, "Find anything Darry?" Darry focused on reading and speaking to Gimmy concurrently, trying to make sense and draw conclusions of the person she was researching. "Overseer, Target lost, I repeat, target is lost. And also, don't be mad, but we lost the kid too." Gimmy was heard through the earpiece banging his hand on the table, "Damn!" he cursed aloud, "Darry, just who the hell is this kid?"
Darry typed faster, "Chief, I've been reading more about this kid. He's not the one we should worry about." "What the hell do you mean Darry?" frustration in Gimmy's tone, "He potentially tipped off the enemy and managed to escape the team. That's grounds for a pretty suspicious kid." Darry could be visibly seen looking at the end of the personality profile for their prisoner, she read the last few lines of his biography, "Gimmy, he seems like a poor kid from Earth," she sympathetically said, "I see nothing here that points him to any criminal affiliations, his credline card literally was maxed out when he bought his last ticket at Earth Perception Transit Station."
Gimmy gritted his teeth, "But something doesn't add up, he's too good. Besting our rookie agent is one thing, but escaping 3 trained ones with a prodigy agent, that's just too much." Darry read the last line of his profile, "NO WAY!?" she incredulously yelled. "What is it?" Gimmy asked being suddenly startled. "It can't be…" "What can't be Darry!?" "...his legal guardian...his name is Copernicus-"
BOOM!
Outside of the secret discrete office headquarters of the Gurren Lagann Agency and on a rooftop across that building, a militant man wearing a red beret had enough time to load his rocket launcher with a explosive missile. His colleague with binoculars examined two windows, a large top floor window where the red haired Gimmy Adai sat at his large oak desk, and another on the top floor in a completely different room that had the pink-haired Darry Adai getting excited as she rose from her monitors after reading something on the screen. The militant men pulled out a walkie talkie and spoke into it. "We got two in the building." They waited for a response. "Light em up," the voice on the radio responded. The rocket launcher was set free, it was unleashed on the roof that was above the room Darry was in, and she paid the price dearly for going into work that day.
"DARRY!" Gimmy immediately sprung out of his chair and began running towards the doors. He made his way through the hallway, it now had a burning skylight. He wished for the best but it appeared that the worst was happening right now. He kept making his way further into the complex and finally reached the room Darry would be in. He used his hand to feel the door, ensuring he wouldn't be walking into a room ready to explode, it was cool to the touch. He kicked the door down, then he saw his worst fear become reality. "DARRY!" a concerned Gimmy rushed over to his sister. She lay prone into the cold steel floor, the top of her body, mainly her head, left shoulder, and left arm were clearly seen. But the rest of her body was being crushed by a major support beam that had been above her. Gimmy frantically searched for signs of life. He found them. He was grateful.
"I need to get you out of here Darry." Darry was unconscious, she couldn't respond. But every second she was crushed by that concrete beam, was another second that Gimmy felt her breath slow, her pulse weaken, and she would die eventually if this kept up. Gimmy desperately searched for something, anything that would save his sister. He looked around the room frantically. "She has bombs," he thought, "But this is probably going to hurt her more than help. If only that kid was here with his drill." The light bulb in his head flickered, "Drill? That's it!" Gimmy clutched the core drill necklace in his hand, he kneeled over to Darry one last time and silently held her hand, "Hang in there sis. I'm not going to let you die like this."
And with that, Gimmy ran faster than he ever could. He went out of the room past the burning hallway. If he took too long to execute his plan, the flames would engulf the entire building and chances are his sister would be burnt into ash. Gimmy placed his index finger over his left ear and spoke, "Team, return to base, I repeat, return to base, the Inspector is trapped beneath rubble and needs immediate assistance." He stopped for a second to start his guncar to begin driving to the weapons storehouse. Even though it was only two streets down, he couldn't risk any wasted second on returning to rescue Darry. "I'm making my way to the weapons storehouse to wake up the beast, you all need to try to free Overseer just in case I'm not successful." Gimmy didn't wait for a response, he pressed his foot on the pedal to accelerate at a blinding speed and he was soon gone.
Diamond District
Earlier in the week, Coco had managed to break into one of the shops of Big Mama, a notorious criminal who laundered the money she made from guns into a legitimate jewelry shop that specializes in diamonds. Today, as Coco made his way through the diamond district, he noticed that the same shop he'd broken into earlier, was now closed for repairs, they obviously removed out all the merchandise to prevent further theft. He looked at the window of the shop, staring at his own stern reflection, "Easy come, easy go I guess." Coco had a single sling brown sack of his belongings around his back. It was time for him to head home.
"The next Perception Teleportation to Planet Earth leaves in 10 minutes," a melodic voice from the PA system chimed in. The vagabond driller turned around and saw the large Perception Teleportation Station of Neo Neptune. The station was huge, a large neon sign beaming with the words "Perception Transit" on the front of the building, the stairs leading up to a set of grand entrances that welcomed thousands of guests a day going to every corner of the galaxy. Perception Teleportation required very experienced conductors, they were usually older spacefarers and lived for thousands of years. In order to travel the universe, they needed the life experiences and planetary attachments on each one of the transit installations. The conductors were some of the oldest living species in the universe, some looked very familiar to earthlings, such as gigantic anthropomorphic turtles or trees, things you'd normally associate with longevity.
"Sorry old man," Coco spoke to himself as he trudged along the steps, "I let you down. I always wanted to make sure we got that spot up in Kamina City, but it looks like we'll be staying in Waterton for a while."
BOOM!
Coco turned his head towards the direction of the sound. It was very distant, the travelers going to the transit heard it faintly. But Coco is one with the earth, he felt the vibrations in his feet, things like this are sensitive to drillers. "That came, from that place," Coco recalled, "It's where those people are." Coco had many possibilities fly in his head. He knew that he should just keep walking and go to the station and run away. He walked more steps up, ignoring his instincts. "Those gang members, they wanted me to break in. What if they came back?" He stopped in his tracks. "It's not my problem," he justified, "I need to keep going. I'm just a driller, I'm not a hero." He continued trying to convince himself to do the right thing. The right thing of walking away. "The soil," he realized as he felt the shakes in the earth, "It's much softer that way." Coco turned around as he looked finally at the black skies in that vicinity become lit up by a soft hue of bright yellow and orange. The sky of Neo Neptune was bleeding. Coco clutched his bag and ran back.
"Oh man Coco you are so going to regret this later."
Noda, Reza, Sylveria, and Anne we're breaking every single traffic violation as they tried to rush their way back to headquarters. "We can't be late," Noda said, "Inspector needs our help." Reza annoyingly was in the passenger of the gunvan and kept tapping his hands on the dash of the van, "Well hurry up Noda, can't this darn thing go any faster?" Anne and Sylveria clutched onto the headrests of the seats Reza and Noda were sitting on and focused on the road. "You do know that driving like this is causing more unwanted attention that we're bargaining for right?" Anne pointed out. "But I think that whatever local police is up to, they're focused on that bleeding sky where HQ is." Sylveria shushed the current lead and pointed to the left, drawing Noda's attention to another smoke filled area of the district.
"What in the world is that!?" Anne alarmed. Reza flipped open the visor on the gunvan, where the mirror was, it displayed a tiny monitor which began showing the local news. "Shouka district local police have been combatting a local gang," the news anchor read out, "the perpetrator behind these attacks at this moment is unknown but it appears that with the weapons used in addition to eyewitness accounts, this is the work of one, Big Mama Jama, a notorious criminal mastermind of the underworld." The team all looked at each other, they were puzzled as what they had to do now, but all eventually looked at Noda, who would become a defacto delegator for things such as this.
"We need to split up," Noda took his arms off the wheel and started to tighten the strap to his waist, no doubt his holster to his weapon. He looked at Reza, "Cowboy," he call signed, "Take the wheel, you and Anne need to drive back to HQ." Reza leaned over and carefully took one leg to step in, Noda started shifting out of the driver's seat behind Reza and eventually Reza and Noda switched seats. "What about you Samurai?" Reza call signed back. "Sylveria and I are quickest on our feet," Noda meant no offense but Reza raised a single eyebrow at his friend, "You and Anne are supposed to be quick on your hands, so don't take that as a slight." As soon as Anne and Reza were satisfied with the answer, Noda continued, "Sylveria and I are getting off here, we'll take the roofs and alleyways respectively until we get to the local police station. They're going to need some help fending off those crooks. As soon as you get to HQ, help Overseer, then go to the weapons store, Chief is going to be there and we'll give our enemies some push back." Sylveria opened the side door to the van, the road looked extremely painful if they were to jump out now, but those two were trained, they should survive. "We're counting on you." And with that, Noda and Sylveria jumped out of the gunvan and landed perfectly, followed by some crafty and agile movement on the ground and roofs respectively. It was like watching parkour perfected.
The Agency's Headquarters was a couple minutes from becoming ash, Darry's eyes had finally opened. She looked around and saw the burning pile of rubble around her. She choked a bit at the carbon monoxide replacing the oxygen in her lungs. "I'm going to die here, aren't I?" she morbidly thought. She tried to push herself up with her single free arm, but she winced at the pain. The concrete beam that was crushing her didn't allow her to move as she normally would. Darry was usually a proud girl, but as the fire and smoke fed off her fears, she knew that survival was of utmost importance now. "Somebody help!" she screamed, afraid and alone. Her final thoughts rushed into her head. Even though the situation was looking bleak, she brought herself to her happy place.
In Darry's happy place, she had 4 people who were shrouded in a bright light. We know one of those people, the red-headed twin brother she calls Gimmy. They've been partners for life. They loved each other like family should. They've always had each other. A couple years ago, someone else was added to this happy place, a man who was rather ordinary looking, but had a beaming smile on his face. In Darry's mind and in public, he would call Darry his honey. This was Darry's husband. Not much is known about the man other than the fact that he makes Darry happy, oh and Gimmy approves of him too because he's probably the nicest guy this side of the universe. The last two people in Darry's happy place were here twins, the gene to produce twins ran in the family apparently. Totally opposite to Gimmy and Darry, the boy named Derech was a pink haired calm boy, and the girl was a red-headed firecracker named Izzy. She loved them more than anything.
Sadly, this happy place would be the last memory Darry would have, she closed her eyes, accepting her fate graciously. The life she led was great, she left Adai village, she overthrew a King, she helped beat the Anti-Spirals, and she'd top it off by leading the next generation of heroes by creating and supporting "The Gurren Lagann Agency." It was a good life…
...and it was about to continue on. She began to hear cracks at her concrete beam, a familiar sound. It was a whirring sound. The sound of metal machinery meeting stone. The sound of gears grinding away. The sound of air blowing the dust. This dust clouded her vision away from her savior, but before long, the concrete beam finally broke, and Darry was free. She was too weak however, because of all the strength and breath that the fire and the falling debris threw her way. It was no problem however, as her savior finally showed up as the dust and smoke kicked up some more. She opened her eyes, extremely thankful for a second chance she now had.
"We have to get out of here," the voice said. The voice was familiar. Darry with the last of her strength, slung her arm around the savior, and this savior used all their strength to lift her up and walk with her through the burning hallway. As they were sloshing their way through the debris, a final large steel beam crashed on their only exit. Hope extinguished in Darry's heart, but not in her savior's. With quick thinking, the savior saw a portion of the wall crumple, behind the wall they saw the outside of a large human body width sized tube. They were performing construction on this building and must have installed a trash chute to dump debris. The savior rushed over to the wall, took their arm, pressed it against the wall, and the most miraculous thing happen. Darry saw the wall instantly open up, a drilled hole to the opening of a soft trash chute tunnel. She was quickly thrown out. The savior followed right after. Both of them landed on a soft pile of soft itchy duct material used to line air conditioning pathways. It was bad on their skin, but at least it was a soft landing.
Now outside and away from the danger, Darry turned her face to see her savior. "You're…" she stumbled on her words, "...You're that kid, Copernicus-" Coco stopped her, "First of all, are you okay?" Darry nodded. "Second of all, friends call me Coco." Coco rose up, he noticed an ambulance and fire rescue coming towards the building and he signalled towards a recumbent Darry, laying in a pile of trash. "You're going to be okay," he said as he looked towards the direction of where the other building he was tasked with breaking in previously. "I have some unfinished business with the people who pulled this." Coco whipped his cape off his shoulder, revealing his drill arm. He pressed it against the ground and began drilling a tunnel towards the building he once broke into, trying to set every wrong he's done within the week to make it right.
Gimmy had finally reached the weapons storehouse. The fire from HQ across the street was intense enough that it lit up this usually derelict corner of the district. Even though the fence was cordoned off, a group of what Gimmy counted as 25 military types had already stationed their troops in various parts of the building. Along the rooftops there was snipers, along the entrances there were soldiers with automatic rifles, all the entries and exits were stationed with guards. The Chief of the Gurren Lagann Agency was at a standstill, there was nothing he could do to effectively get in swiftly. To make matters worse, he saw what the soldiers were doing. A man with green hair, fairly largely built and with plenty of military camouflage gear to boot, he was pointing at various crates to go into various guntrucks. Gimmy knew what was in those crates.
Long ago, Earth had designed a plethora of weapons that were under a special umbrella division led by Leeron Littner, the chief science advisor of Earth. A majority of weapons were made specifically to battle the Anti-Spiral threat of 25 years ago, but over the years, they've had modifications. Modifications to affect ALL forms of life. Every single Spiral race was not safe with these weapons in circulation. After Leeron found out about the horrific weapons the military had funded, President Rossiu filed an executive order immediately to ban them outright. Any derivatives or remnants of these weapons would swiftly be dismantled, recycled, and disposed of as soon as possible. That was 17 years ago. The humans kept some for safe keeping of course, because in the interest of science, you can't just throw away your most prized accomplishments, you have to hide them. Thinking that hiding them on a sister Earth installation under the guise of an abandoned warehouse lead by a relatively new Agency was something that apparently made sense to military, because why not?
Now in the hands of the enemy, Gimmy began to understand what action would need to be taken right now. He was outnumbered, but he surely wasn't going to let this happen. "Come on Gimmy," he chanted to himself, "This is what you've been living for." He put a silencer on his handgun. He didn't need a scope for this, he was experienced with the iron sight on his handgun. He slowly picked off three of the five people on the roof. Being snipers and all didn't make them any better shots than Gimmy's experience. The two remaining snipers saw their friends go down. One of the three fell off the building and fell five stories straight down in front of the two guards at the front door with assault rifles.
Despite hearing the large splat in front of them and being splattered with the expected blood and guts of their dead comrade, this didn't phase them. The snipers and automatic rifle men all began shooting at Gimmy. "Just my luck," Gimmy cursed to himself, "One just had to make a mess at the front door." The Chief was being sarcastic as usual. He was hiding behind a stockpile of old metallic barrels they kept outside. He was well protected, but based on their uniforms, the military men would soon figure out that they could easily flank him from his position, draw him out to the open, and the two snipers on the roof would then have easy pickings, no matter which way he went. He took this time to lean back on the metal drum, listening to the loud clanging of bullets to metal. He reloaded his gun, pointed it out from his cover, and began blindly shooting, hopefully hitting something in the process.
BOOF! The loud sound of a sniper rifle shot could be heard echoing throughout the already busy night sky.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Repeated shots from a pair of dual revolvers also added to this nightly ambience.
It was a rather beautiful night, all things considered, the burning of the nearby Agency headquarters made the setting of the weapons storehouse a bright yellow and orange daylight atmosphere. The sounds of assault rifles, dual revolvers, sniper pot shots, and handgun shooting all made a rhythmic sound to battle which all soldiers would dance to. And for Chief Gimmy, the most beautiful sight would appear from those two sounds of rifles and revolvers. The beautiful Rook, Anne Littner, and the wild Space Cowboy, Reza Solenge, appeared before him above the hill. "We got your back," Reza responded as he kept unloading his rounds into the assault rifle folk who were shooting at Gimmy. Chief was still providing assisting fire, "What about the Inspector?" Chief was still obviously concerned about his twin sister.
BOOF! Anne let out another sniper shot at the other roof sniper to clean house on the top. "She's safe," Gimmy let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this, "She was already with the ambulance, getting loaded in the car." Anne kept focusing on her attention on more snipers coming out of the roof access door and making their way to setup and shoot. She got to them before they got to setup however. "I owe you guys a thank you." "Oh don't thank us pardner," Reza said as he was still busy shooting, "Someone got to her before us, I say she's got some type of guardian angel saving her." It's true that the team was currently in a life or death situation right now, but when you're trained like them, conversation becomes second nature to keeping calm and collected against military insurgencies. "I'm confused" Gimmy said as he was still taking potshots, "You guys didn't save her?" "Nope!" "Then Noda and Sylveria?" "Wasn't them either, they went to help out the local police."
"Then who?" Gimmy thought to himself more confused than ever. Gimmy then got his attention focused on who seemed like the leader. He was the leader because he had a noticeably different look to the rest of the soldiers. If they didn't know they were being attacked before, he knew now. The commotion caused by these three agents was enough to grab anyone's attention. He glared at them intently, growling as he bared his teeth. The green haired man then tapped on the cargo door of the two trucks. They were already loaded to the brim with precious weapon cargo as they began to drive away. This man stepped into the building and closed the two steel garage doors.
"We can't let those trucks escape!" Gimmy ordered, "Shoot them down, by ANY MEANS NECESSARY!" It didn't motivate Reza and Anne to try any harder, the two professional marksmen we're already setting the trucks in their crosshairs. Anne had an easier time, a single clicking of her spring loaded bolt, a quick aim, and a steady trigger finger was enough to bring the first truck down. She shot at the guntruck's legs, immediately making it buckle at the knees and collapse grill first into the sand.
Although Reza needed a bit more ammo, his methods were arguably much cooler. As the truck began getting momentum, the legs of the guntruck picking up speed, Reza needed a fresh chamber. He was really adept at this motion by know, a quick flick of his wrists released the chambers of his dual revolvers. He whipped off his cape, revealing a utility belt of various pockets and fasteners along his belt. He put one of his hands into one of the pockets and grabbed a handful of something. Not losing a single beat, he threw the objects from his hands, 12 carefully counted bullets were now floating in the air. In one swift motion and movement of his arms and hands, he loaded his chambers in mid-air, waving the chambers right over the bullets. It was almost as if his bullets and chambers were magnetically attached to bore perfectly in their chambers, only, they weren't, it was his pure skill. He unloaded his entire 12 rounds into the truck escaping. And no wonder too, he loaded up explosive bullets in his revolvers. It made quick work of the guntruck, cargo and major moving parts were immediately incapacitated from his bullets.
Gimmy, Reza, and Anne managed to stop these trucks from making it out of the premises, but their fight was far from over. They regrouped briefly, Gimmy taking point as his job dictated and began to speak to his two firearm experts. "We need to get inside," he said, "The stuff that these cargo have are just the appetizer, they want the main course." Everyone nodded their head in agreement and began making a run for the main door, now free from the two guards. This didn't mean that it was easier. The guntruck drivers came out to escape their fates. Bloodied at the face and unable to continue on, the did the one thing they knew how to do, they yelled, "Get them!"
Before long, out of the main door, nearly 13 soldiers came marching out in a single file line. They all crowded around in a ring around the three Gurren Lagann Agents. At first the ring they formed was loose, but they inched closer with each step, ready to pounce on the three agents in what would try to be a beating of a lifetime. The three Agents grouped together, backs to each other in a triangular formation. "Finally," Anne thought, feeling the rush of battle. She slung her gigantic sniper rifle behind her, it looked oversized on her, but she carried in on her back with ease, not letting the unsightly and awkward shape bother her movement. Reza simply tossed his revolvers in the air and caught them by the barrel. The heaviness of the butt of his revolvers and the shape made it look like he was holding two hammers in his hands, he might as well have been. When it came to Gimmy, he just cracked his knuckles. "Let's rumble." He simply said. Reza and Anne obliged and rushed into the crowd.
Let's talk about Reza first. They call him the Space Cowboy, he normally was the team's resident gunner, but when it came to close quarter fighting, he didn't have the proficiency you expected from an agent. Bar fights are his specialty: throwing chairs, biting, sucker punches were the norm in his good old-fashioned brawls. Nonetheless, he could handle his own in a close quarter fight, equaling his gun prowess with a technique he'd like to call, gun kata'in. The Space Cowboy knew he couldn't throw a punch or a complex kick, but with his two revolvers, he knew how to club his enemies very well and very hard. Fighting against these soldiers, his technique consisted of swinging his revolvers wildly and powerfully to club their legs and pound their upper bodies. A scene out of a gritty Sollywood motion picture, he was literally taking his group of enemies off their feets. They'd float briefly in the air only to get promptly clubbed down by the butt of his gun. When he managed to grab a hold of one of the soldiers, he'd repeatedly bash their skull in with the handle until they bled, he'd toss his enemy off and get started on another. Reza couldn't out technique you, but no one could doubt the results of his good old fashioned gun katas.
Anne was every bit how she looked. She was beautiful yes. This translated to her fight motions being more graceful and elegant than Reza. With her curvaceous body, she would easily be able to mesmerize her victims with her motions of fight. Every single turn of her body would reveal a new curve or angle to the enemy, making them blush and get distracted in the middle of a life or death fight. It didn't help either that she purposely kept her cleavage continuously showing. Moments bending down or jumping suddenly would provide the needed distraction to handle her plethora of enemies she fought along the way. But the biggest deadliest aspect of Anne in a fight was her intelligence. Anne's fight style is not to be like a boxer and out power your opponent, it wasn't even about kicking fast and hard. Her preferred method of fight, was using your own anatomy against you. Her strikes aimed for vital soft spots on a species' anatomy: the neck, the ears, the temples, the vagus nerves, the solar plexus. They were all fair game to Anne. As soon as enemies attacked her, she'd be the first the slip around them and provide an immediate counter attack. And what happened when she fought bigger soldiers and enemies? Remember that sniper rifle she had on her back slung over? We thought it would be a hindrance and interfere in her fight movements, but indeed the barrel itself was used as a weapon. As bigger soldiers attacked her, Anne would simply - bend over. This provided three forms of attack. The enemies behind her would see her derriere which formed perfectly in her biker suit. The enemies in front would be met with her cleavage. And the enemies who towered over her would meet the tip of her barrel, poking out their eyes, nose, mouth, necks, you name it.
Finally, last but not least, Chief Gimmy, leader of the Gurren Lagann Agents was fighting the only way he knew how, with an in your face style of reckless abandon. Gimmy was always used to being small his whole life. When he was a child member of Team Dai-Gurren, he was the smallest on the team. When he was a young cadet of the Grapearl squadron, he was the youngest on the team, which made him the smallest. He used his disadvantage and thought of new ways to be inventive in his approach to fight. Gimmy knew he had a shorter arm span reach, so what do you do when you lack reach, you go in your face to the enemy. You see, Gimmy Adai knew something about people who would fist fight, they used their legs, their long arms, their reach to put distance and give sucker punches to their shorter reach brethren. Gimmy took advantage of this fact and just rushed in everytime. He would take one or two punches to the face, but that was a small price to pay to close the gap between him and his opponent. It's true that Gimmy had accumulated a huge toll on his body in this way, constant bruising, internal bleeding, not good to have when you're young. But Gimmy's experience with this form of fight gave him a distinct advantage, he was fearless. As soon as the red haired firecracker of a Chief closed the distance between himself and his victims, he would proceed to deliver the most powerful forms of strikes he knew: elbow strikes, knee strikes to the gut, pounding fists to the chests. You can tell when Chief Gimmy got on a roll, because every fight against an enemy from the Chief ended up with one sound, "THUMP!" Thump was the sound it made when his fists and strikes collided with their chests. Thump was the music he heard whenever he began wildly pounding at his enemies. And no offense to the trained Anne or the enigmatic Reza, but Gimmy's form of fight guaranteed one outcome every time, the enemy would stay down the first time, everytime.
Before they knew it, the team had taken down all their poor unfortunate fodder. Feeling victorious but not relishing in the win, the agents rushed into the front doors of the warehouse where they were met with even more opposition. A raining hailfire of automatic rifles once again rat-a-tat-tatted through the weapons storehouse. Gimmy kept running straight into the fire. "You know what to do," he thought in his head and immediately Reza gave him cover fire in a run and gun style of shooting. With Anne hanging back, she made sure to snipe faster than she'd ever sniped before. The enemies were falling like flies. "I'm almost there," Gimmy told Reza as he kept running towards a gigantic red robot in the middle of the room, "We're going to retake this storehouse and then we're going to-"
Click, whirrrrrr.
The sound of heavy machinery turned on, the gigantic robotic Gurren Lagann came back online, and it's first order of business, "COWBOY ELIMINATING SMACKDOWN!" The gigantic 50 foot robot picked up its' foot and managed to turn Reza into the biggest soccer ball the world had ever seen. This impact was enough to make a human beings' ribs become shattered. Luckily, Reza shielded his body with his hands, but that didn't do much. Reza flew from the foot of Gurren Lagann, to the opposite wall. Had there not been any crates there, he would have probably died from the impact alone. He was out. A shocked Gimmy Adai stared in horror as Gurren Lagann came back online, without him in it. "This can't be," he thought. The pilot of the newly revived mecha opened Gurren's mouth, showing the pilot inside.
It was the green haired and muscular military man. "Greetings Chief Gimmy Adai, I am Lieutenant Scourge." He then readied a drill arm and aimed directly for Gimmy on the floor. Luckily he dodged it. Scourge knew he had Gimmy on the ropes, so he decided to toy with him a bit. Any full impact against Gurren Lagann would result in both Gimmy and Anne becoming splatter on any of the surfaces in this warehouse. In complete hubris, Scourge decided to monologue a bit.
"Did you know, that the Anti-Human revolution had our eyes on your agency for the longest time. You disgust us. Your actions haven't made anything better. If anything, they're at an all-time worst. You keep these weapons in this storehouse facility, hoping to use it again against those who would disagree with humanity. Well I'm here to take it back. You are all drunk on your own ego of this universe. You think you own everything. But now, I own your precious symbol of hope, Gurren Lagann. I've done much research over my time with Gurren Lagann, you thought since you had the core drill, you are the only one who can use it? Did you know this puppy operates on MY fighting spirit? The fighting spirit that i've perfected through numerous Anti-Spiral races?"
Gimmy was tiring now, he could only dodge the drills of Gurren Lagann for so long. Scourge knew this, and he saw it, he saw Gimmy tire out from the constantly soft balls Scourge presented as Gurren Lagann. Small drills emitted from the fingertips, shot to the floor, in an attempt to see Gimmy dance. Gimmy's dodging was not fruitless however, it was a plan for Anne to switch out her normal armor piercing bullets, to become Anti-Tank impact rounds. She loaded one in and shot it at Gurren Lagann's stomach, the entry point for Gurren. The impact was direct, Gurren Lagann took a stumble and Scourge felt the pain. "You witch!" he angrily shot a large drill at Anne.
Anne dodged the direct hit, but Scourge wasn't aiming for her, he was aiming for the wall. The drill caused mass debris from the building to collapse on Anne. Despite her attempts to run away, she was caught in the eventual avalanche. Anne clutched onto her rifle, so it didn't leave her persons', but the avalanche of rubble limited her mobility and her lower half of her body was completed blocked from getting additional ammunition. She might as well have been knocked out from the impact of the debris, but strong Anne held on through sheer will in order to support her Chief to fight on. "I've had enough of this!" Scourge smacked Gimmy with a low sweep of his gigantic Gurren Lagann hand, Gimmy couldn't dodge this one. His entire body was promptly blindsided by the sudden hand smack, he flew and skidded right in front of Anne, laying prone with her face to face.
"Hahahaha!" Scourge maniacally laughed, "The great Gimmy Adai, some legend you are. Now you die!" This was the end, Scourge knew it. He won. He took control of Gurren, which in turn took control of the whole robot body of Gurren Lagann. After he would kill the team, the weapons storehouse would be his. The universe would feel the wrath of the Anti-Human Revolution as weapons of mass destruction engulfed the cosmos in flames. Gurren Lagann prepared a drill on its' arm. Inching closer to the forehead of Gimmy Adai. Today is the day, that the immaculate record of the Gurren Lagann Agency failed, and closed it's chapters.
But to someone else, today was not that day. A ring of crackling earth on Gurren Lagann's left leg began forming. The ring eventually became a hole. It collapsed under the weight of Gurren Lagann and the gigantic mecha had lost its' balance, falling left leg first into a deep tunnel pit, but not falling all the way. "The first lesson of having a drill," a determined voice spoke, "ALWAYS watch your feet." Scourge was taken off guard, his head knocked the inside of Gurren's console. As he regained composure, he tried to find the source of the voice. "Who said that!?" he angrily scanned the room until he found a single shadow shrouded in the dust that Gurren Lagann had kicked up from falling in the hole. "YOU THINK YOU'RE SOME KIND OF HERO!?"
The dust finally cleared. He was indistinguishable: the red cape, the two cowlicks, the arm drill. It was Copernicus, friends called him Coco. He glared at Gurren Lagann with distaste and finished off his final line.
"I'm no hero. I'm just a driller."