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Tue Nov 12, 2019 5:52 am
Kazuki awoke in a room, it looked like a medical bed, his vision was still blurry but he could see the outline of a female… Wearing pink clothes and… Hair? Then, another indistinct feminine silhouette enters his field of view, dressed in black and with a more realistic hair tone.
“Ooooh you’re awake, I was just about to get you out of that suit to check your vitals.” The pink one says in a bubbly, peppy tone that gave Kazuki a distinct feeling of foreboding...
“With supervision to make sure she won’t do anything stupid.” The other said, her tone curt and strict.
“Come on Icari, Claude promises to be good~!”
The young corporal gave himself a moment to focus amidst the small exchange between the females. Guiding himself through the blurry outlines, Kazuki mildly turned his head towards them. The headache was partially suppressed after the period of unconsciousness, but…
“Uhhh… Aspirin… Please…?” His slurred speech asked towards the women.
“I’ll get it! The ridiculously dressed nurse left to retrieve the medicine from a nearby cabinet but moved in a provocative manner in its direction in Kazuki’s view like a kind of stereotypical fanservice nurse in an ancient cartoon.
“Here you go.” The pink haired woman bent over to Kazuki with the aspirin in her hand, the exposed regions of her “Uniform” went into his view.
“Can you not?” Icari shot the medic a glare.
Just as Kazuki leaned forward to pick up the aspirin, the corner of his eye unintentionally caught a glimpse of such exposure. Next thing he knew, in the very next second, his full attention went into Claude’s bust in an utterly indiscrete manner before he could look away in a hurry. A tomato red blush plastered into his cheeks and a single drop of blood pouring down from inside his nostrils.
Elsewhere, Kayto Shields reentered the interrogation room with his adjutant in tow to meet with the man claiming to be Kennith Sleg sitting before him.
“Now that we aren’t in the heat of a fight tell me why exactly were you offering to fight?”
“Not wanting to die is a good explanation, isn't it?”
“But why are you so gung ho to pilot something you admitted you just started piloting? Unless you aren’t just a botanist you claim to be.”
“Don’t be so myopic Captain, where I'm from some of the greatest pilots have essentially started off falling into cockpits of their machines. Have you ever heard of a man called Amuro Ray?”
“Nope, never heard of a guy. That's a name where you're from?”
“That settles it then. I really am with people from another world.”
“What did this Amuro guy do exactly?”
“He turned the tide of the One Year War, him and the weapon he piloted. The mobile suit I have is based on it, the Gundam.”
“A single Mech won an entire war?”
“He wasn’t alone, it was an experimental weapon the other prototypes were destroyed but Amuro’s Gundam and a handful of others on the Ship White Base won enough to turn the tide. The entire war was between the people of earth, and the space colonies. Declaring themselves independent from the Earth Federation Government the Principality of Zeon began a genocidal war that devastated the Earth.”
“Earth is where you are from correct?”
“Yes, I am studying to be a botanist to help restore the Earth's plant life after all the pollution from the previous century and the constant warfare.”
“I still don’t get why someone on such a Humanitarian mission can end up in something like that.”
“Like I said you would be surprised who ends up in these things.”
“What happened to that Amuro guy exactly?”
“...He died. His rival from the One Year War, Char Aznable resurrected Zeon under his flag, and they fought each other to the death when Char attempted to drop a massive asteroid onto Earth.”
He neglected to mention that with Zeon’s dissolution, the Federation grew free to become tyrannical and corrupt in its own right. He couldn’t forgive the foolish Federation Leaders who allowed Manhunter to victimize the population of Earth just to make the planet their own private resort.
“Wow. That sounds pretty dramatic.”
“Are you going to keep going with storytime or get to the Captain’s question?” A stern female voice steered the topic back.
“I told you before I had mobile suit piloting as a hobby when I was younger, the Gundam’s controls aren’t that complicated compared to what I used before. I was pretty confident I could be of help.”
“He has a point, we aren’t sure he was really into the simulators in his free time…”
“We still don’t know what he’s capable of Captain, not to mention something about his story doesn’t add up.”
“Yeah but we don’t really have proof he’s done anything really aside from...have a giant robot floating in space, and compared to other things, weirder stuff has happened recently. We can’t really hold him on anything aside suspicion Ava.”
“Very well… But he obviously hasn’t told us everything and that wouldn’t fill anyone with confidence in the truth behind his words...”
“I’m not saying rearm him Ava, just give him some freedom under supervision.”
“Understood Captain, I hope your optimism isn’t ill founded...”
In an alien command deck, a strange looking soldier clad in a green bodysuit rushed before the captain’s seat.
“Commander! Our recon probes have detected a pulse of strange energies in the nearby sector.”
He approached a Humanoid with otherworldly blue skin, a light blue and black uniform and an elaborate helmet with long horns extending from his head
. He bore predatory green eyes with yellow sclera which served to enhance the serpent-like glint present in them.
“Do you have a visual?”
The Soldier then shows his superior a grainy, monochromatic photograph of an unimpressive warship by Vegan standards with the name Sunrider barely legible on the side of the vessel.
“It appears to have been built around a massive energy weapon of some kind.”
The Commander's face began to show intrigue.
“Is it of the Terran’s Construction? Space travel seems to be their only hindrance I thought?”
“No sir, likely a weapon created by a spacefaring variation of humans from an alternate reality. The characters used-”
“Hah there's so many of those now after the chaos storms, I wonder if their blood is the same color despite the divergence... So many questions so little time.” A sinister smirk began to gather upon his face.
“Orders Commander Barendos?”
The Commander then looks towards his bridge crew of enlisted and junior officers, who were all waiting on his command.
“Make ready to disguise the ship and use the distress signal we recently recorded from our latest kill to draw them in. When the fools come to investigate, we strike from concealment at maximum speed and attack at point blank range. They cannot use their weapon if we are right on top of them.”
“At once your excellency!”
The titanic UFO
then takes off to a deadly rendezvous with the Sunrider, its departure letting the light of nearby stars shine into the space it had once occupied just moments ago; revealing a graveyard of destroyed, gutted spacecraft surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands of human bodies listlessly floating in the void
; the vast majority of which weren’t wearing space suits, after closer inspection one could tell a majority of these unfortunates were also children
Meanwhile, Kazuki got a hold of himself, shaking his head repeatedly and moving a hand to wipe off the lone drop of blood that slid down from inside his nostril. It could be seen on the expression of mild shock in his face that he didn’t know very well how to proceed afterwards, but still tried his best. His eyes ran around the room as if trying to avoid any further visual contact with Claude.
“S-So… Wh-Who are you guys…?”, asked Kazuki towards the two women, with vocal volume diminished and a trembling, stuttery voice.
“This idiot you see before you is our Medic Claude, I’m in charge of the security of the Sunrider. Icari Isidolde, foremost mercenary in the known galaxy.”
Somewhere else in the known galaxy, a certain alien mechanical life form suddenly turns to look towards the sky as it was busy with what it was doing. It didn’t know why, but somehow; it just knows that someone specific, somewhere and some time; will get hurt really badly by its hands...
The Dark haired woman initially had a pouting expression but swelled with pride at her title. Modesty was obviously not lacking in this woman.
“Mercenary? What is this, a merc ship or something?” The boy responded, his temporary timidity giving place to curiosity.
“Ugh, that stupid Captain could explain more but...kind of? It was a Cera Space Force ship before PACT wiped it out and dissolved what was left. It’s more or less a privateer ship.”
“Uhhh… PACT? Cera Space Force? Can’t say I’ve ever heard about any of that…”
“You are from another world, no one was expecting you to.” She said rudely
“Ugh why did this idiot dump me here, I wanted to help interrogate that other guy in that souped up white Mech...” She began muttering
Kazuki just so happened to overhear Icari’s muttering comment. “Another world…? Well after that I’m guessing I’m not the only one…”
“Yes and he was way more conspicuous than you.”
“He hasn’t done anything to us.”
“As of now. He’s obviously a hired killer from another world or something.” A scowl formed on her face.
“More conspicuous… Not sure whether I should take it as an insult or not. But, hm… Perhaps I’ll end up coming across this guy at one time or another.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, he looks like a wimp. But there's no way he got into that thing by sheer coincidence.”
“You mean, the robot?”
“Yup, its as well armed as a cruiser. Whoever this guy is or is working with, it sure as hell wasn’t made to restore a planet or whatever crap he’s claiming to be working on.”
“I see. And what do you guys plan on doing with the two of us?”
“The Captain said to allow you to roam free, giving you the same rights and leeway as a refugee. The other guy isn’t allowed to go anywhere without supervision.”
“Ah… Okay. Please give me a few to recover from this headache and then I’ll try to make myself useful around the ship. Least I could do.”
“Whatever, ask the captain when you’re done freshening up.”
With that Icari takes her leave, clearly having had enough time with Kazuki. Thus, leaving him with no one else to interact with besides Claude.
“Uh, is she always like this?”
“Yep, I think she’s just a bit sexually frustrated. Oops did I say that out loud?”
“Oh it's nothing don’t think too much about it.” She answered mockingly.
“Erm… Sure… I’ll try not to… Wonder if anyone would mind if I rested here for a little while longer until my headache becomes bearable?”
‘Sure! Go on! I’ll be really lonely though...”
Elsewhere Hathaway was being escorted to his room by a Guard, before a door could be operated a Red haired girl zoomed by. She wore some kind of… Schoolgirl outfit? Just what sort of outfit did he end up with?
“So wait...this guy doesn’t look evil at all. Where's the menacing glare, the goatee?”
“Sorry I’m not as scary as you expected...Miss? “
“Guh, I said that out loud!”
Hathaway looked at this strange woman in utter confusion, he really wasn’t expecting someone so unprofessional on a ship. She was honestly acting like someone who should be on a school, she dresses the part at least.
“Asaga wait up! ” A more timid voice came from around the corner.
“Chigara! He’s right here be quiet!”
“You’re right in front of him though…”
“Ladies do you mind? I doubt the prisoner wants to be bothered with you breathing all over him.” The Guard sounded exasperated like he was familiar with the redheads antics.
“Look I’m not doing any evil plots or anything cooked up in your imagination, I’m just very far from home and I need to see how I can get back.” Hathaway was being reminded of his house arrest, he was lucky they were from another world, otherwise he’d have a much colder reception.
“All pilots prepare for another recovery operation, we have detected a distress signal coming from within the sector.”
The ship's PA system had gone off with the female officer's strict voice, the one he met with the so-called captain of the ship.
He felt something was off, but Hathaway couldn’t put his finger on what exactly, but whatever it was nothing good would come from it.
Far from the Sunrider’s sensor range, a predator lurks in the darkness of space: A single mech carrying a massive sniper cannon nearly one half its size, tracking the lone ship as its quarry.
“Looks too advanced to be Earth Monkey tech, the more reason to trash it if they get in contact…”
The Predator eyed the engines on the ship as his onboard computer plotted the most optimal firing solution, adjusting his aim in preparation for his machine to finish the calculations… Only to see his patience rewarded poorly by the rapid movement of the ship to another direction at top speed.
“Gh! Son of a bitch, I’m going to make whoever is Commanding that tin can bleed for ruining my perfectly laid ambush! Kehehehehe...”
He chuckled to himself in a malicious manner as he unpacked his weapon and bade a retreat, disappearing into the void of space...