A Bo A Qu - an exerpt - OYW 5
Creed stared back at the Solar System. It was in position, and should be firing soon. He wondered what it felt like, to press the button that fired the damn thing - to have the power to make your enemies melt before you, literally. For now, he’d have to content himself with driving the Zeeks further towards A Baoa Qu. The more ground they gave, the less room they had to run, and the more damage the Solar System could do. It was a goal worth fighting for, even if it did mean they’d be one step closer to the end of the war. Elsewhere, Orange Base was struggling to advance behind its contingent of mobile suits. Aurem, Kyle and Thorvald were doing their best, but the clouds of Zakus, along with the ZEF’s best, made space a difficult place to travel. Zeon was holding the line. Florian and Richard had been dispatched to deal with the 3 Federation aces, and they were having a similarly hard time holding the line. Fortunately, the friendly support from the Zakus was helping them overcome the 3-2 odds.
Breakfister Turbulance had been called over to help push the flagging advance, and charged into the battle with all the fervor that he imagined the Red Comet would have. The GM Command space type was handling smoothly, and he felt that he could take on anything.
“That’s the bastard that killed Emil!” Florian screamed, immediately breaking away from Banks to pursue Breakfister’s GM Command in his Perfect Zeong. The massive mobile suit tore through space with its powerful thrusters, belching beams from its many beam cannons.
Breakfister’s confidence quickly turned to discretion, which he had once heard was the better part of valor. And though he wasn’t sure what the meant, he knew that it meant you were allowed to run away once in a while. He shuddered as one of the massive beams passed a few meters from his suit, thundering into the space below Orange Base.
Orange Base had thick armor. Orange Base had a crack crew of gunners. Orange Base would make the perfect retreat location. Jamming the throttle to the max, Breakfister jumped below the large battleship, the twin of White Base, and over to the other side. The GM Command was fast, and he turned to deal with the assault from the giant mobile suit, which he expected to be right behind him.
There was nothing there except Orange Base. Oh well. Guess I got away.
Florian was filled with rage. That man could not be allowed to survive, not after what he had done! Orange Base was just an obstacle in his way - a small one - and he would not tolerate it. He saw the Heavy Gundam, Ez8 and Blue Destiny pursuing him, but he didn’t care. He drew his giant heat sword, ready to cleave the ship before him in two, heedless of the AA fire that glanced off his machine’s thick armor, dodging the megaparticle fire from the Gundams that were attacking him. Orange Base would pay. The GM Command would pay. All of them would pay!
Suddenly, where before there had only been Orange Base, there was a Blue Destiny Unit II
“Stay away from Orange Base, ye great monster! You won’t take the Prince of Orange on our watch!” I’m with you, Thorvald! Marion assented. The Blue Destiny held up its arms to block the attack, shunting it to the side as it tore through them - but not enough: The reactor of the Blue Destiny II had been breached.
“Och. We did it lass. It’s been a pleasure serving with a faerie like you.” That we did, Thorvald. I mean, yes, we did. And yes, it was.
Florian stared in disbelief as the Blue Destiny II exploded in front of him. He felt the death of its pilot, and it was hitting him hard. He hadn’t known that there was a Newtype aboard the Blue Destiny. He hadn’t known that there was another Newtype besides Breakfister.
Why was it so hard to raise his sword again? Why was he feeling so much grief, and why now? The deaths of Florian, Lalah, and now this new presence, all rushed into him at once, and he tried awkwardly to pull the Perfect Zeong backward. He had to get out of there.
“Bastard!” Aurem shouted, as Kyle put a GM Sniper II round into the Perfect Zeong’s legs. Florian couldn’t move. He was paralyzed with grief, and resignation. If this is what war was like…
“Thorvald was our friend, and Marion was his faerie! For Arieta, and for all those we hold dear!” Aurem twisted by Florian’s half-hearted thrust with the giant heat sword, and plunged it deep into the Perfect Zeong’s cockpit. He blasted it with his cannon as he pulled it out, thusting backward away from the resulting explosion.
So much death. The young Newtype thought, as he joined his brothers and sisters in dark silence.
Breakfister Turbulance had been called over to help push the flagging advance, and charged into the battle with all the fervor that he imagined the Red Comet would have. The GM Command space type was handling smoothly, and he felt that he could take on anything.
“That’s the bastard that killed Emil!” Florian screamed, immediately breaking away from Banks to pursue Breakfister’s GM Command in his Perfect Zeong. The massive mobile suit tore through space with its powerful thrusters, belching beams from its many beam cannons.
Breakfister’s confidence quickly turned to discretion, which he had once heard was the better part of valor. And though he wasn’t sure what the meant, he knew that it meant you were allowed to run away once in a while. He shuddered as one of the massive beams passed a few meters from his suit, thundering into the space below Orange Base.
Orange Base had thick armor. Orange Base had a crack crew of gunners. Orange Base would make the perfect retreat location. Jamming the throttle to the max, Breakfister jumped below the large battleship, the twin of White Base, and over to the other side. The GM Command was fast, and he turned to deal with the assault from the giant mobile suit, which he expected to be right behind him.
There was nothing there except Orange Base. Oh well. Guess I got away.
Florian was filled with rage. That man could not be allowed to survive, not after what he had done! Orange Base was just an obstacle in his way - a small one - and he would not tolerate it. He saw the Heavy Gundam, Ez8 and Blue Destiny pursuing him, but he didn’t care. He drew his giant heat sword, ready to cleave the ship before him in two, heedless of the AA fire that glanced off his machine’s thick armor, dodging the megaparticle fire from the Gundams that were attacking him. Orange Base would pay. The GM Command would pay. All of them would pay!
Suddenly, where before there had only been Orange Base, there was a Blue Destiny Unit II
“Stay away from Orange Base, ye great monster! You won’t take the Prince of Orange on our watch!” I’m with you, Thorvald! Marion assented. The Blue Destiny held up its arms to block the attack, shunting it to the side as it tore through them - but not enough: The reactor of the Blue Destiny II had been breached.
“Och. We did it lass. It’s been a pleasure serving with a faerie like you.” That we did, Thorvald. I mean, yes, we did. And yes, it was.
Florian stared in disbelief as the Blue Destiny II exploded in front of him. He felt the death of its pilot, and it was hitting him hard. He hadn’t known that there was a Newtype aboard the Blue Destiny. He hadn’t known that there was another Newtype besides Breakfister.
Why was it so hard to raise his sword again? Why was he feeling so much grief, and why now? The deaths of Florian, Lalah, and now this new presence, all rushed into him at once, and he tried awkwardly to pull the Perfect Zeong backward. He had to get out of there.
“Bastard!” Aurem shouted, as Kyle put a GM Sniper II round into the Perfect Zeong’s legs. Florian couldn’t move. He was paralyzed with grief, and resignation. If this is what war was like…
“Thorvald was our friend, and Marion was his faerie! For Arieta, and for all those we hold dear!” Aurem twisted by Florian’s half-hearted thrust with the giant heat sword, and plunged it deep into the Perfect Zeong’s cockpit. He blasted it with his cannon as he pulled it out, thusting backward away from the resulting explosion.
So much death. The young Newtype thought, as he joined his brothers and sisters in dark silence.