Vestige [Open]
Kira sat still in a dark, enclosed space, listening to his own heartbeat reverberate through the helmet of a sealed flight suit, and took a long, slow breath - and he opened his eyes as lights flared to life in the darkness. Around him, the cockpit of the Strike Freedom entered its familiar startup sequence, the viewscreens flickering on to display the depth of the seemingly-infinite starfield around him.
He knew it was all a simulation - a hallucination, even - but that didn't make it feel any less real as he took the controls and engaged the Freedom's Phase Shift armor, causing color to spread across the craft's surface.
There was no Archangel or Eternal to launch from this time, but he couldn't help old habits as his foot sunk weight onto the pedal. "Kira Yamato, Freedom - heading out!"
In the depths of space beyond, lights twinkled in a peaceful way that belied their menace - Ohm Shrikes. Kira's grip tightened ever so minutely as his mobile suit drew its beam rifle and the twin railguns unfolded at its hips, and he fired.
The more they practiced now, the safer they'd be in a fight.
Anyone who entered would find themselves standing on the deck of an observation platform suspended in space (if the protocol Kira had written worked properly, anyway). It might make the whole thing a bit less awkward.
He knew it was all a simulation - a hallucination, even - but that didn't make it feel any less real as he took the controls and engaged the Freedom's Phase Shift armor, causing color to spread across the craft's surface.
There was no Archangel or Eternal to launch from this time, but he couldn't help old habits as his foot sunk weight onto the pedal. "Kira Yamato, Freedom - heading out!"
In the depths of space beyond, lights twinkled in a peaceful way that belied their menace - Ohm Shrikes. Kira's grip tightened ever so minutely as his mobile suit drew its beam rifle and the twin railguns unfolded at its hips, and he fired.
The more they practiced now, the safer they'd be in a fight.
Anyone who entered would find themselves standing on the deck of an observation platform suspended in space (if the protocol Kira had written worked properly, anyway). It might make the whole thing a bit less awkward.