The Final Peace of a Hero
Title: The final Peace of a Hero
Fandom: Gunstar Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Green, Red, Blue, Yellow
Rating: PG
Word count: 723
Summary: Green knew there was no other way this time.
They're not going to make it. I have to stop Golden Silver. It's now or nothing. I think to myself, rushing the Seven Force away from the Empire's artificial moon. My heart is pounding with every second that it takes me to get closer. I can see the small speedy spaceship now--the one on which Red, Blue, and Yellow are flying.
Ahead of me, General Grey and a small group of the work droids rush at Golden Silver. For a moment, there is a blinding greenish-gold light, then I see the destruction--Golden Silver remains unharmed, the droids littering space, General Grey nowhere to be found. Golden Silver had killed him without grinding a gear.
Over my radio, I hear a worried outcry.
"W-what are we going to do with no weapons?" Red cries out before slamming his fists to the inner hull of the ship.
A second voice that I recognize immediately as Blue's speaks. "You're right. What are we going to do with no weapons? It's useless. We'll never stop Golden Silver. We've failed after everything we went through."
My mecha, the Seven Force, approaches closer now.
I flip the communicator switch. "I am sorry I have brought trouble upon you all."
Here, I take a breath, heaving a sigh. It is with a heavy heart that I would consider this--my last ditch effort to make amends. It's not that it's the only option. I could fire all the weapons my Seven Force has to offer in its arsenal, but they aren't going to do much. Not against Golden Silver. It's too late to turn back now. I, Green Gunstar, have no other choice now. It is either a heroic sacrifice and death, or allow my brothers and sister to die in the cold depths of space and my home world to be destroyed. And I just can't let that happen.
"Even though I was controlled by the empire, I'm going to make amends for the things that I have done to all of you." I speak before turning off the vocal point of my communicator and grip the steering units of my mech. I press my thumbs down on the buttons, my ever muscle tensing up as I initiate the thrusters.
Over the communicator, I can hear an impassioned outcry from my sister Yellow. "No! Green! Come back!"
I'm sorry, sister. But I do this for you. I do this for you and our brothers. Keep them safe.
I pull on the steering units to lean the Soldier Force of my Seven Force forward into the rushing kamikaze attack. My muscles tense tighter and my heart pounds in my ears now. It's now or never. I can't give up. Not now.
As my mech impacts with Golden Silver, the shock is enough to dislodge me from my restraints. I don't remember the moments after--I probably struck my head against the dash panel--but I awaken in the darkness of my destroyed mech, the air thin around me, and a coldness creeping all around. The main support systems had been destroyed--I can't have but a few minutes oxygen left at best, and even if I do survive on this little oxygen, I'm going to die of hypothermia and whatever injuries I've sustained.
I weakly lift my head from the panel, my emerald eyes hazy as they gaze at the blank screen ahead of me. Without any power, I don't know if my siblings made it back safely. I give a few short, rough coughs, the blood spraying from my mouth and striking the dash panel. I take a short, ragged breath, leaning back in my seat. Everything is cold now. All I feel is the chill around me, and extreme pain. My every bone feels like they have been shattered.
Faintly, I give a weak smile; I saved them, even if I'm going to die here in this cold expanse of space, just a shooting star in their night sky. Dying isn't so bad, is it? I wish I'd known sooner how peaceful it could be despite this horrible pain.
I close my eyes, letting them well up with a few last tears as the cold darkness seizes my body and my spirit pulls away. I, Green Gunstar, died happy, a hero to the ones who would be hailed as the Gunstar Heroes.
Fandom: Gunstar Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Green, Red, Blue, Yellow
Rating: PG
Word count: 723
Summary: Green knew there was no other way this time.
They're not going to make it. I have to stop Golden Silver. It's now or nothing. I think to myself, rushing the Seven Force away from the Empire's artificial moon. My heart is pounding with every second that it takes me to get closer. I can see the small speedy spaceship now--the one on which Red, Blue, and Yellow are flying.
Ahead of me, General Grey and a small group of the work droids rush at Golden Silver. For a moment, there is a blinding greenish-gold light, then I see the destruction--Golden Silver remains unharmed, the droids littering space, General Grey nowhere to be found. Golden Silver had killed him without grinding a gear.
Over my radio, I hear a worried outcry.
"W-what are we going to do with no weapons?" Red cries out before slamming his fists to the inner hull of the ship.
A second voice that I recognize immediately as Blue's speaks. "You're right. What are we going to do with no weapons? It's useless. We'll never stop Golden Silver. We've failed after everything we went through."
My mecha, the Seven Force, approaches closer now.
I flip the communicator switch. "I am sorry I have brought trouble upon you all."
Here, I take a breath, heaving a sigh. It is with a heavy heart that I would consider this--my last ditch effort to make amends. It's not that it's the only option. I could fire all the weapons my Seven Force has to offer in its arsenal, but they aren't going to do much. Not against Golden Silver. It's too late to turn back now. I, Green Gunstar, have no other choice now. It is either a heroic sacrifice and death, or allow my brothers and sister to die in the cold depths of space and my home world to be destroyed. And I just can't let that happen.
"Even though I was controlled by the empire, I'm going to make amends for the things that I have done to all of you." I speak before turning off the vocal point of my communicator and grip the steering units of my mech. I press my thumbs down on the buttons, my ever muscle tensing up as I initiate the thrusters.
Over the communicator, I can hear an impassioned outcry from my sister Yellow. "No! Green! Come back!"
I'm sorry, sister. But I do this for you. I do this for you and our brothers. Keep them safe.
I pull on the steering units to lean the Soldier Force of my Seven Force forward into the rushing kamikaze attack. My muscles tense tighter and my heart pounds in my ears now. It's now or never. I can't give up. Not now.
As my mech impacts with Golden Silver, the shock is enough to dislodge me from my restraints. I don't remember the moments after--I probably struck my head against the dash panel--but I awaken in the darkness of my destroyed mech, the air thin around me, and a coldness creeping all around. The main support systems had been destroyed--I can't have but a few minutes oxygen left at best, and even if I do survive on this little oxygen, I'm going to die of hypothermia and whatever injuries I've sustained.
I weakly lift my head from the panel, my emerald eyes hazy as they gaze at the blank screen ahead of me. Without any power, I don't know if my siblings made it back safely. I give a few short, rough coughs, the blood spraying from my mouth and striking the dash panel. I take a short, ragged breath, leaning back in my seat. Everything is cold now. All I feel is the chill around me, and extreme pain. My every bone feels like they have been shattered.
Faintly, I give a weak smile; I saved them, even if I'm going to die here in this cold expanse of space, just a shooting star in their night sky. Dying isn't so bad, is it? I wish I'd known sooner how peaceful it could be despite this horrible pain.
I close my eyes, letting them well up with a few last tears as the cold darkness seizes my body and my spirit pulls away. I, Green Gunstar, died happy, a hero to the ones who would be hailed as the Gunstar Heroes.