Friday, September 28, 2007

Absolute Power ch.19
Absolute Power
Mission: 19
The Falling Blade.

The crew from the base is now reunited; they gather around viewing the newly created Gundam, Its body was a simple black on dark grey frame, based off of Freedom, black armor and dark grey body. On each knee spikes similar to the one on Quick Sylver’s arms on each, and the elbows. On each forearm there is a bowie knife, which can be retracted, the blade faces down, with a saw blade facing up. Instead of the wings it has two huge bowies, which retract up like giant switch-blades. The linear cannons on the hips are also removed, and it has no vulcans mounted.

Aveian: This is the newest prototype Gundam, Switch-Blade.

Kit: Is it completed yet?

Aveian: To the point they can be deployed, that’s completed enough.

Foxxy: For such a major project, we sure rushed it enough.

Aveian: I think its time for a mission briefing.

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The Walachian, as well as Neo-American Militaries personnel are gathered in the CIC room, Draka, Aveian and Dracula are gathered before the information screen.

Draka: As all of us Walachian military know, we are at war with an enemy that seeks to annihilate our race. For many years now we have been tangled in mortal combat, since before this colony was built. And throughout all this time our borders have remained the same, neither side gaining or losing.

Lord Dracula: (pointing to the screen, as the images of AGNI beams wipe out Alchemists, and glowing eyes move forward) Until now, the Turks had their guns, and we had our Alchemy, but as of late they have gained a new weapon, and have broken through all of our lines, if they are not stopped, soon they will destroy our capital city.

Aveian: (points as diagnostics appear on screen) These weapons are Mobile Suits. They appear to be equipped with high energy AGNI beam weaponry, and judging by the level of sound the strides produces, these Suits are around 50% larger than our standard MXs, or the prototype Switch-Blade, and being as they are equipped with such high level weapons, we have to imagine that they are using an advanced energy source.

Draka: The American military, in return for the support and shelter they are receiving here they are going to assist us in saving our country.

Aveian: We have developed a new type of Mobile Suit for your army’s purposes, but in order to mass-produce it we first have to test it. We’re planning on sending out our proto-type unit on a sortie against a small advanced attack group, in order to get information on the enemy’s capabilities, as well as the spec of our own Suits.

Draka: Once we have perfected the Switch-Blade, we will begin work on mass-production, and once that happens, these fools are going to see what its like to be on the receiving end of a momentum shift.

Lord Dracula: Once we finally destroy the enemies of our Kingdom have been taken care of, we will once again be at peace and we will no longer have to live in fear and pain.

Aveian: We have already selected a Pilot for the mission, our Ace Pilot and Fighter, Captain Kit Sune.

Kit climbs up, arm still wrapped up, onto the stage beside his Commander.

Draka: You may be wondering why we are sending a Pilot with a broken predominate arm on this important and extremely dangerous mission, but I assure you he is the perfect soldier for the job.

Aveian: Or the best we could find on short notice.

Kit nimbly maneuvers to Aveian’s side and grabs the mic, he then struts across the stage, working the crowd.

Kit: Don’t worry guys, even if I am injured, with the help of my country’s military engineers I’ll be able to help you destroy your enemies. Your country is sheltering, hiding, and protecting us, and you even give us military rule and veto power over your ruler, I can’t fail you. Because if I did I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep, or die in peace.

Alchemist: (screaming to Kit from the crowd) You better not die Kit, we still have plans for you!

Kit looks a bit surprised and flattered, which he uses to manipulate the crowd further.

Kit: (cocky and flirtatious) Now come on girls, you know I’m…

A pair of pink panties land on his head, he takes them off, looks at them, and as he looks up the air before him is filled with a rainbow of women’s underwear, all aimed at him. As the panties rain down on him, he just stands there looking attractive and soaking up the spot-light, in the back Aveian and the elder 3 members of the Spitfire family, Draco having joined them from the back converse.

Draco: Does anyone else see it as pathetic that we need Kit to go out there and play to the crowd just so we can get support for the mission that will save our country?

Aveian: Kit is a mascot, he’s out there to build up spirit and rally the troops, but when the mission starts, he is even more invaluable, for all he stupidity and womanizing, in the end, he’s what holds the military together.

Lord Dracula: At times, the most well laid plans of the greatest tacticians may go to waste if they fail to capture the hearts of the common people, my son you must know, that at times the people don’t understand hit-and-run missions, mass-production weapons, and trail by fire, but everyone understands a funny and popular pretty boy, who could easily have whatever he wants in the world, putting his life on the line to protect people he barely knows.

Draka: The Switch-Blade, even after it is completed will never be our secret weapon; it’s the endearing spirits of the Pilots that are the real ones. Kit can do with a thought what took me my whole life to create with Alchemy.

Draco: You’re all idiots (the others look shocked) but I stand no change of life without you, so I might as well just die with you.

Aveian: Death isn’t an option at this point.

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A group of Alchemists enter a dark room, the look up, and suddenly lights spring on all around them. A above them is Sarin, crucified on a huge crimson cross, up a spiral stair case, led up to by red carpeting. The apparent leader of the group climbs up and holds Sarin’s chin up with her fingers, he looks at her tiredly.

Sarin: Who are you, why can’t I move…?

Alchemist: You can’t move because we sealed all your powers, we knew that otherwise you’d just break free and get away (undoing his mask and leaning in) and we can’t let you do that. (Kisses him softly, yet passionately, his hair and mask block his face, pulling back she speaks) As for titles, we are your captors, and you are our slave…

Sarin gasps and blushes as strongly as he can in his weakened state, below a blonde is looking up his cloth, feeling around.

Blonde: Awwww, this is weird. Our little angel of death here is as so tiny. We can’t have that!

Leader: (as the blonde claps) We want a SEX slave…

The blonde reaches up to Sarin’s crotch, drastically increasing the size of his shaft, head and other male bits.

Blonde: (kneeling, finishes applying her red lip-gloss) Now, let’s see if it still works…

Her mouth slips around his newly found equipment, her lips brushing against it, and the undeniable pleasure shows ever on his emotionless face. As he struggles to keep control, he sees a whole group of Alchemists, all undressing, readying themselves, and approaching with lust filled eyes.

Leader: (pressing her naked chest against his, as she cuts open his shirt in the front with her nails) You have a whole lot of lonely girls to deal with, and you are our living sex toy, a dark god of lust.

All the girls close in on him, caressing, kissing, nibbling, sucking, scratching, groping, holding: he is prey now covered in predators.

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Sylven sits outside the compound, staring up at the stars.

Sylven: How long will it be…?

Marane: So you continue to long for what you can’t have?

Sylven: What are your reasons for waiting like this?

Marane: Because we have to make sure that they do all the work, no use harvesting the crop if it’s not ripe yet.

Sylven: You’re being overly cautious.

Marane: When you are perpetually a step away from death caution becomes normal.

Sylven: Too bad the caution doesn’t spill into your affronts to God and your sexual indiscretion.

Marane: Gotta do something to pass the time.

Sylven looks at him with contempt, but Marane isn’t fazed, they both know too well the situation.

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The crowd has filed out, but the leaders are still gathered, the Raven Corps., crew along with the Walachian royalty now sit, attempting to comprehend the situation.


Aveian: In order to more effectively carry out this mission we need more intelligence. Tell us the effective military history of this war

Lord Dracula: It is a painful subject for our family.

Foxxy: (looking at them with big, innocent, sparkling eyes, her voice soft and disabling) Its fine if you don’t tell us, it’s just that we’re new here; we don’t know what to do.

Draka: For years our personal and military affairs have been linked, so I should have expected that asking you to assist in the war would involve learning about our pasts.

Sora: (melancholy) All of us have painful memories because of the battles we fought, but if they can help to end future battles, we warriors will tear out our own souls.

Lord Dracula: This is a world where the young suffer for the old; I will devote myself to ending this world.

Aveian: (with silent contempt) Just give us the information you can, and we’ll offer the help we can.

Lord Dracula: (decoding his meaning) Truly the cold demeanor of a Commanding Officer.

Aveian: (without flinching) We can only act if we have the correct tactical information, if you want us to win this war we have to get it.

Lord Dracula: (hearty chuckle) You are very persuasive Commander Wind.

Aveian: I just want to avoid wasting time on pointless situations.

Lord Dracula: Very well I shall give you the information you seek.

(Flashback time once again, you poor, poor bastards)

(Lord Dracula): It began as this country was founded, even as the colony was being built and populated, our two sides were establishing borders and preparing for war. We, being the creators of this land took the choice lands and built civilizations, the Turks have nomadic herds in the deserts, the built crude mud-brick cities and dug underground military shelters; we built castles and barracks.

(Aveian): How did they get here? If you are enemies why did you both inhabit the same land?

(Lord Dracula): They are poor, they couldn’t fin another way off earth, so they stowed away on our ships, and took up camp on the outskirts of our Kingdom.

(Foxxy): I may be stupid…

(Kit): You are.

(Foxxy): (to Kit, bitchy) you really suck, you know that? (Normal) But why build uninhabitable desert all around your Kingdom?

(Draka): It’s called a plot hole.

(Kit): Running that joke out…

(Aveian): Continue your briefing.

(Lord Dracula): On their journey here they brought weapons, and opened fire on our border cities.

(Aveian): You should have mounted artillery there as a defense measure.

(Draco): (contempt seeping out) My Family does not believe in using guns…

(Kit): So that’s why everyone around here are trained and equipped like this.

(Lord Dracula): To counter this we brought tutors in the ancient art of Alchemy up to this Colony, to help arm our army. Around this time my oldest son fled the country…

(Draco): (still pissy) And in response my Father decided to close all the borders, trapping all the people in the Country, without exception. Eventually things like medicine, especially complex surgery became impossible to come by, and innocent people still died for the war.

(Lord Dracula): (refusing to acknowledge his son’s jabs at him) With the help of Alchemy we were able to hold the hordes at bay and defend our borders. This war went on for a long time, Swords, Lances, Armor, Alchemy, Horses; Pitted against Assault Rifles, Camels, Suicide Bombs, and Fanatical Religion. Both of our sides took heavy losses, yet the war continued neither side faltering. All of the soldiers would have fought forever, but I decided to end it. My wife took Draco and Micrea on a journey to the head camp of the Turks to try to strike up peace.

The group of Walachian Travelers wanders through the Desert, the mother in front with her two sons, in order of age behind her

Draco: (still as snide as ever, yet small and cute) I don’t see why we don’t just slaughter all of them, pathetic fools, no one stands against the empire!

Micrea: (with big, baby blue eyes, sparkly and full of tears) No brother! Killing doesn’t solve anything! We must find a better way!

Draco: Shut up you sniveling little fool, or I’ll eviscerate you!

Their mother looks a lot like Micrea, Blue eyes, long wavy blonde hair, she is a “healthy,” woman, but by no means fat, she is beautiful and young looking for a mother of 4.

Mother: He is right Draco, you cannot kill every opponent, and eventually you must learn that peace is the greatest weapon.

Draco: I will not become weak…

Mother: (small laugh) One day you will be, someone will make you, and you’ll long for a peace to share with them…

Draco: You’re too naïve.

(Lord Dracula): I disliked this idea, I wanted the war to end, put I did not like this, I wanted to wait it out, but no man can stop a strong woman, and she beat me, she did what she wanted.

Aveian: (back in frame for a second, eyes shut, and exhaling smoke) That is true enough.

Sora: (glomps his neck, speaking seductively) Good boy, he understands a mans place, as a loyal pet (kissing his cheek loudly and with ardor)

Kit: (flat exhausted Anime eyes) They are right…

(Lord Dracula): (back to story) In any case they departed for an impromptu diplomatic meeting, and eventually they reached the encampment.

The horse with the Walachian Royalty reaches the entrance to the Turkish encampment. At the gateway a large Arab man greets them; from the way he is dressed and how well fed he appears to be he is most possibly the leader.

Arab Man: Hello my friends, welcome to my homeland, I was not expecting you until my sentries picked up on your approach, I must say this is a very good day!

Mother: I believe this will be a good day too…

(Lord Dracula): We believed that it was going to be the beginning of a dawn of peace, were wholly wrong. After hours of rough negotiations, they made their move…

Turkish soldiers storm in and arrest the Walachians; they try to resist but give in and are dragged off.

(Lord Dracula): The arrested and imprisoned my family, their goal was to break them down, women and children, and either extract information or use them as ransom to gain power on the shifting borders, in both areas they failed. So they decided to take revenge…

Inside a dungeon the 3 royals are chained with their arms crossed behind their backs, on a floor held up by springs…

Leader/(Draco): …So as your muscles and ligaments tear and break you’ll just keep sinking, slowly, until your arms completely break.

(Foxxy): Bastards! They’d do that to children!?

(Aveian): (cold and uncaring) They want to create a state of fear, what does that better than the meticulous torture of the innocent?

(Draco): It didn’t end there… We still didn’t talk so they decided that they had to take more extreme measures.

(Kit): (understanding the situation completely) What did they decide to do?

(Draco): They took Micrea…

As the scene plays out Draco narrates.

(Draco): Micrea was taken and help down; they took a red-hot paring knife and cut out his eyes, while he was fully awake, then threw him back in the cell. He was FIVE!

Micrea is tossed into the cell, his eyes bleeding and burnt.

Micrea: (Wailing with unfathomable pain) MY EYES BURN!!!!!!! THEY HURT SO BAD!!!!! WHY CAN’T I SEE?!!! MOTHER, BROTHER WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!?

(Draco): After that I lost it, I wanted to kill them all, I wanted to tear open their throats with my bare hands, I wanted to disembowel their wives and children in front of them, worthless piles of shit…

(Kit): I know all those feelings, nothing surprises me anymore, but those “people” are truly evil.

(Lord Dracula): It gets worse. Shortly there-after they executed my wife, they slit her throat then hung her from a short rope, so she would slowly strangle to death as she hemorrhaged massively onto the spectators…

(Draco): They forced me to watch…

As his mother’s throat spills open, she is dressed only with a noose and pushed off, the blood sprays out and hits Draco, with his naked body drenched in his mothers blood his pupils narrow.

(Draco): (monotone) They had to pay…

Draco breaks free of his wrist bindings, and taking the sickle-sword of the Turk, cuts the soldier down. He then proceeds to cut down all of the other soldiers, in his rage he is an efficient killing machine, slaughtering the whole group in what looked like one long, graceful, coordinated motion.

(Draco): I killed them all, they deserved it. I’m only glad Micrea didn’t have to see it…

Draco stands covered in blood, panting, holding the stolen sword, he turns around, and is horrified to see all the dead bodies behind him, including his dead mother. His eyes quiver, and his body shakes, his breathing becomes erratic and he clenches himself shivering. Then, slowly his pupils dilate his body and breathing calms and he moves on.

Draco: (taking his hand) Lets go home Micrea.

(Lord Dracula): About a week later they came back, torn, bloodied, beaten… and with my wife.

Draco and Micrea cross the gateway into the kingdom, Micrea’s eyes bandaged, Draco looks completely grown in expression; he is dragging a sack behind him.

Knight: Prince Draco, you have…

Draco: (throws the bag to his feet) (speaking calmly) Bury my mother.

Draco continues walking, leading Micrea by the hand, into the castle.

(Lord Dracula): The world they brought back with them, it was hell. After that we brought full military force down on them, we sent military raids into civilian villages, slaughtered women and children, we wanted revenge, and we got it.

(Draka): I lead plenty of raids, I slaughtered children in their sleep, killed wives in plain view of their husbands, I manipulated children into killing their fathers, and made the mother kill the children out of rage. I had my troop’s burn whole cities down with Alchemy.

(Draco): They did the same. They sent black-ops groups into our cities on suicide missions, to kill as many people before they are killed. Things went on like this for years, so I ran away. I fled this Hell and became a fighter, but here I am back.

(End of flash back)


Aveian: That is enough information; we will begin operations as soon as possible.

Lord Dracula: Thank you for your services Commander Wind.

Aveian: (uncaringly) Its only due to your cooperation, Lord Dracula.

Aveian begins to walk away, Sora follows. As they are about to exit the door Aveian turns back around.

Aveian: I’m sorry for any problems we may have caused, just doing our jobs.

Lord Dracula: Anything we do you know we are doing because we have to, both our forces.

Aveian nods and leaves, Foxxy and Kit go to follow.

Kit: Have to get ready for the mission.

Foxxy: I’m needed too.

Draka: Its fine, the briefing is over anyway.

Kit: Well I’ll see you later.

Kit and Foxxy walk out merrily, waving goodbye to the Walachians, as they exit Foxxy trips and takes a header, rising and regaining her composure and dusts herself off just in time as they pass Aveian, leaning in true Aveian fashion, against the wall.

Aveian: Ready?

Kit: (focused, cocky, demonic) Yeah.

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Sarin is moaning and panting, his hair matted over his face, his body showing obvious signs of what have been done to him, and still the girls circle, they all want him, they want to toy with his body, and he is chained up, all his energy is burned up, they’re all going to get him.

Alchemist: you are so much fun to play with…

She slides him into her, and begins kissing, sucking, and nibbling on his lower neck and shoulder. Her mouth works harder and harder on his helpless, susceptible skin, her nibbles becoming bites, until she is gnawing on him, chewing him, her mouth leaving a string of lasting marks on his virgin flesh.

Other Alchemist: (leaning in, teasing him, while licking her full, supple, colored and glossed lips) Awwwww, poor baby, you might die of a blood clot from all the hickies we’re leaving on you…

Sarin’s breath is shallow and pleasured, no matter how much he tries to fight it, his body is giving in to the sensations.

Alchemist 2: (playfully) Too bad!

She catches Sarin in a long deep kiss, his back going against the wall his mouth and breathe taken so fast he is almost suffocating, but the sensation once again overtakes him and he falls into it, his eyes suddenly shoot open again and his breath gasps.

Alchemist: In case you haven’t noticed, we had some fun with you…

Another Alchemist: We figured why should girls be the only ones to get tortured like this, so we made you as sensitive as a girl…

Next Alchemist: And made it so you can have multiple orgasms.

This Alchemist: “Can,” we made sure you can’t help it (brushing her hand against Sarin’s lower parts, he moans as it throbs) we made sure you have a hair trigger, and you feel a big boom, and no ammo, great for a sexy toy (mounting him, her teeth sinking into his neck, driving his soft flesh wild) so easy and fun to torture.

Once again all the girls descend on him, his body that was already shuddering in pleasure explodes from every inch, every touch is like a climax, his mind feels like it is going to break, his logic is telling him he hates it, but he can’t hear himself through all the inescapable pleasure in his mind, he is a slave, not just the women, but to his own physical form.

Sarin: (his mind getting clouded, his thoughts strained) Great, I expected to get captured at some point, but by a bunch of horny little girls… this humiliation is beyond tolerable, I have to do something about this…But I can’t… they have me… I can’t fight, I have to… but I’m too far gone… Damn it.

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Kit, Foxxy and Aveian enter the hangar, Sora is already there surveying.

Kit: So, what is your analysis, Commander?

Aveian: This appears to be an ideological war; the two factions have very different cultures. The fact that their lifestyles are so opposed means that we only have one course of action.

Kit: That being…?

Aveian: We completely destroy them. If we attack mercilessly, inflict massive casualties and decimate their encampments, they will lose.

Kit: You expecting they will lose their will to fight?

Aveian: That and that we completely cripple their military power to the point they can’t attack, and if they try to regain it…

Foxxy: The Walachian military can waste em again!

Kit: (a bit baffled, scratching his head) But isn’t that technically terrorism?

Aveian: Fight fire with fire.

Foxxy: Why is it always fire, can’t we use other elements like… Ummmm, stuff with stuff.

Sora: (hears them as they pass by) Oh how I missed the ethically unsavory missions! It’s so good to be back.

Kit stops to address her, the other stop with him too, being as they arrived where they were going anyway.

Kit: Sorry Sora, but I’m the one going out on this mission, and there is only one Switch-Blade.

Sora: (waving her hand towards the wall) Is that so?

Kit and Foxxy’s eyes follow her hand, and see Switch-Blade Units 01, 02, and 03, all identical except the Unit numbers on the Left shoulder armor in white and in black cursive writing on each of the blades on their backs.

Aveian: I will cover you on this mission.

Foxxy: I’ll go…

Aveian: And Sora will be your other back-up.

Foxxy: (Pissed) What the hell!!!!!? I’m a better Pilot than her! I should be there to test it!

Aveian: (lighting his next smoke) We already have two ace pilots, I’m using Sora to test what the average pilot.

Foxxy realizes what he just said, she looks at Sora expectantly, though Sora doesn’t even notice her gaze, and looks as if nothing happened, Foxxy gets what she wants.

Sora: (Thinking… angrily) “Using?” “Average Pilot?” He is SO dead! (Out loud, unfazed) I’m declining this mission Commander.

Aveian: It’s not a request, it’s an order, Sergeant-Major.

Sora: (walking off) So?! Court-Marshal me, “Commander,” I’m outta here.

Aveian looks slightly annoyed, as the ash on his cigarette falls off, his eye and brow twitch, as does the corner of his mouth. He stands there a while, looking up-tight and annoyed. Then he turns, doing an exaggerated Anime style sigh his whole upper body dropping down at the waist.

Aveian: (shooing Foxxy off and speaking dejectedly) Just go Foxxy.

Foxxy: (shrill squeal) YAY!!!!!!!

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Marane zips up a space suit and begins walking towards a high-speed cruiser ship. Sylven follows after him with visible displeasure.

Sylven: Where the hell do you think you’re going? You tell me I have to wait here until its time to fight Kit, which is some indefinite time in the future, yet you are running off now.

Sylven: (not even bothering to turn and face him, his normal controlling cockiness still pervading) I am going on a real mission, not carrying out some petty personal vendetta. I’m allowing you your wish because it doesn’t disadvantage me TOO much, this will mission I’m departing on will give us a great benefit in our coming battle.

Marane heads up the stairs and passes through the doorway without even giving Sylven a glance, suddenly he turns and faces him, shocking Sylven, who parts his lips and let’s out a slight, in-audible gasp.

Sylven: (looking more evil than usual) Wish me luck.

Before he can react, Marane presses his lips softly against Sylven’s lip, for a brief moment so short and soft it could just as easily not exist, then, he flawlessly pulls back and the door shut separating them, and the ship then blasts off. That moment Sylven erupts.

Sylven: YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sylven sends out his whips, but they merely clank and spark against the ship’s hull before bouncing off. They fall limp and massive amounts of blood spill out of Sylven’s wrist.

Sylven: (clutching one wrist) I really need to fix that.

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Deep in the woods the 3 Gundams crouch, covered by Camo-netting, surveying the area for any approaching enemy.

Foxxy: (sighs) Well this sure is annoying,

It is seen that she has changed clothes, she is in a skin tight sleeveless black leather top and pants, there are several thin tubes stuck into her body we can see three going into each arm, upper and lower bicep at a 90 degree angle to the arm, and another going straight into her forearm, heading the same was as the bone, one is going into each breast, and one on each side of her collar bone, another going towards each kidney, her blood slowly cycling through it.

Foxxy: Is this all really necessary?

Aveian: You are the one who bitched until you got put on this mission, so can you refrain from complaining while we are on it?

Kit: He does have a point Foxxy, we are all uncomfortable, besides, aren’t girls supposed to be better at tolerating pain?

Over the Vid-screens it is seen that both of the other pilots are dressed the same way.

Foxxy: Shut the hell up! (sticks her tongue out)

Kit: But really, what is this system?

Aveian: It’s all experimental; we have to find a superior system, or a group of them to better allow us to protect ourselves in battle against all our enemies. So just bear with the pain and complete the mission.

Foxxy: Roger Commander…

Kit: so how do we know that the enemy is coming here?

Aveian: Bait.

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A group of Alchemists, dressed all in black, wearing black makeup and thinner armor rush into a Turkish village.

Blue haired Alchemist: We really have no chance of surviving this.

Red-Orange haired Alchemist: Our job isn’t to survive, it’s to bring them enemy out, and even wipe out some enemies in the mean time.

Once they get inside they break apart, each applying their craft, fire explodes inside buildings, ice shards pierce bodies, giant vines wrap around bodies, crushing them, thorns piercing them and petals slicing into them. Some other turn their attacks towards the Mobile Suits, those ice shards piercing armor and disabling the Suits, flowers wrapping around the bodies of the Suits, creating a strange irony.

Alchemist: (short pink hair with longer, pink bangs) Sorry boys (charming wink and giggle) but your boy’s toys are no match for girl power.

Several other soldier run towards the Suits, but are wrapped up in the vines, then inhaling while in their midst, become sedate and flushed.

Plant Alchemist: What should we do with them?

Flame Alchemist: Use them, abuse them, violate them, torture them, then kill them.

Ice Alchemist: Sounds fun.

The girls descend on the poor helpless men, getting their fills of their bodies, their actions getting more and more rough, scratching and burning with ice shards and fire, tingling and killing nerves, the flower’s aroma making the men weaker and weaker, then the ice is inserted into the body through the rear exit, and the men moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain, strong enough to break the spell, just as the are incinerated to ashes.

Flame: Lets keep moving.

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Allenby: How do you think they’re doing?

Sora: (wearing a headset and working on a laptop) The enemy hasn’t even located them yet, the “Expeditionary Force,” is still stirring up conflicts within the village.

Draka: (pouting) I used to lead attacks like that, but I got passed up this time…

Sora: That’s what happens when you go up too high in the rankings; they don’t let you do the dangerous missions anymore.

Draco: Our father would normally let us do whatever mission we want, I think that at this point the stakes are getting too high and he is trying to protect all of his valuables in case our plan fails.

Allenby: You’re starting to sound like Aveian.

Sora: (contemplating the situation) You do sound like the Commander.

Draco: Don’t get any ideas Sora.

Sora: Believe me; if I wanted you you’d be naked and moaning by now.

Draco: You’re lucky I need you to complete my goals.

Sora: That’s what I do; become indispensable, that way I can do whatever I want with no fear.

Draco: Manipulative bitch.

Allenby: Welcome to women 101.

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The Alchemists, after laying waste and stirring up the citizens head towards the center of the encampment.

Thunder Alchemist: I think we caused enough damage here, I say we retreat back behind the defensive lines.

Plant Alchemist: I agree.

A group of Turks, armed with sabers and Assault Rifles, rush them, suddenly large vines cover in huge thorns as well as beautiful flowers wrap through the openings of a nursery, all the children are lifted out of the openings, then destroyed, as blood rains from the sky. The soldiers turn towards this in shock, and a moment later then disintegrate in a flash of fire and electricity.

Flame Alchemist: Let’s go!

All of the Alchemists take off out of town, one stops and faces them, her hair and make up is all silver, she stands with arms forward, and gun barrels spill out from her body, she fires a huge salvo, killing all the immediate followers, and wiping out even more buildings. After this short blast she takes off after them.

Inside the village the remaining soldiers board any available Mobile Suits and take chase. The Alchemists disappear into the forest.

Turk Pilot: They escaped into the woods!

Second Pilot: well chase them down and kill them, burn the whole forest down if you have t….. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

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The motion detectors in the 3 waiting Gundams go off.

Aveian: The Covert Ops. Group is retreating.

Foxxy: Enemy Mobile Suits detected! 3 of them!

Kit: Mission time!

Turk Pilot: Burn the whole forest… huh? AAAAAAAAH!!!!!

A black Silhouette jumps out from the woods and cuts the whole Mobile Suit down, descending from above. The Turkish Suit sparks and explodes back lighting the newest Walachian weapon.

Pilot: What the hell is that thing!?

The Turkish Gundam’s large wings pivot forward pointing at the new Suit, showing two AGNI beams on each wing, the barrels begin charging.

Foxxy: Oh no you don’t!

The second Switch-Blade rushes out of the woods and drives each arm blade into the nearest wing, arms crossed over.

Foxxy: Drop dead!!!!!

She brings her arms apart, tearing a huge gash in the side of the Suit, which promptly explodes.

Lead Pilot: Reno! Orga! You’re going to pay for that!

The Turkish Gundam draws its Saber and rushes the Sunes’ Suits. Kit smiles confidently, just as The Turk is within striking range the third Switch-Blade skids out, pivoting at the waist it whips one of the large blades on the back straight into the cockpit of the enemy pilot, his helmet’s face plate explodes with blood, and the whole Suit goes up.

Aveian: All diagnostics checked, weapons operating at adequate levels.

Foxxy: Adequate?

Aveian: (lighting a cigarette) They haven’t exploded yet, they’ll work well enough for massive deployment.

Abruptly the targeting sensor chimes.

Aveian: We have company.

Foxxy: They must have gotten re-enforcements.

Kit: Good, (launching forward) because I wanna see what this can REALLY do!

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Wind blows through a desert, tracking sand through high dunes and deep crevasses; the sand slowly erases a single line of tracks. Inside a dark area a tall man with long hair walks purposefully. As he continues he comes upon another figure in frayed clothes, his body covered in peeling bandages, dried blood and wounds, he sits against the wall in a fetal position, his head on his knees, his body shakes and spasms as he sits in fitful sleep.

Marane: So this is what is left of you…

The figure awakens and looks up at him weakly; his red eyes faded standing in drastic contrast to the black marks on his face.

Marane: …Ra.

Ra reaches for his weapon, without even attempting to stand he readies his blade for Marane’s throat.

Ra: So, Zeru sent you to kill me huh? Well I’m not going to die that easily, not all fucked up like this, lying in some desert, killed by some reject-doctor. So if you think I’m too weak to kill you… (Slowly lowering his weapon) you’re probably right.

Ra looks at Marane, waiting for him to go on the attack, his finger ready to depress the trigger of several dozen pounds of plastic explosive.

Marane: (adjusting his glasses) I’m not here to kill you, and I don’t work for that stupid shit Zeru, he wants me dead just as much as you. So I came here to recruit you. I have the resources and intellect to destroy that pompous fool, now all I need is the people willing to carry out my plans. So do you want to join me, Ra?

Ra: (looking away, a shade of his ego returning) I am a mercenary, what payment can I expect from this?

Marane merely laughs conceitedly, and then pulls Ra to his feet.

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Kit: Lets see what this can really do!

Kit launches forward and charges at the incoming Turk Gundams.

Foxxy: What a dumb-ass! We have to cover him…

Foxxy goes to follow him when Aveian’s voice stops here.

Aveian: Stop. (his face pops up on the video display) We have to allow him to do this; it’s a chance to get valuable data on the capabilities of this weapon.

Foxxy: But what if he…

Aveian: If he ends up in danger we can rescue him, but until then we let him show his solo power.

Foxxy: (defeated sigh) All right…

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Kit descends down a dirt cliff towards the enemy weapons.

Turk: There he is! Kill him!

Two of the Suits open fire with their AGNIs.

Kit: Dodging time!

Kit leaps forward and upwards, the shots impacting the hill behind him; he falls forward and brings the arm blades down through the two Gundams. A third approaches him from between the two as they fall, bringing down its saber, he pivots the dual Bowies forward and stops it, then uncrossing them deflects the blade, he slips past the enemies defense and drives the arm blades deep into the torso. He jumps back as that Suit explodes, and sees that he is in for a long day. All the remaining Suits that the Covert Ops group didn’t destroy are now activating and approaching his location.

Kit: Hmmmmm, this party’s getting crazy!

Kit blasts forward at full speed, driving his knee spike deep into an enemy, he immediately jumps back and whips around, cutting down a Turk Gundam at the point the two waists meet, then drives the elbow into another.

Kit: This system is so responsive, like I’m not just controlling it, like I am it!

Kit looks down at his body, at the controls, at the tubes hooked into his blood stream, suddenly he reels and his vision blurs.

Kit: I think I lost too much blood; this could be a problem…

He passes out, the Suit stops moving, the enemies approach and encircle.

Aveian: Now the real battle start.

Kit’s head rises, eyes blank, as the Opening notes of “Meteor” play, and the song plays him through the battle. He lunges forward, his elbow driven into one Suit, he brings the Bowie on that side down, and slashes the Suit in half laterally deep in the bird half. Flooring the boosters, he flies with the arms and switch-blade knives out, cutting through the sides of enemies; he exits the formation, he lands skidding on his feet then turns to face the enemy once more. They open fire with the head Vulcans and AGNIs, he leaps into the air, bringing the switch-blades down on two of them, them extending the blades side-words tearing them out of the first two’s bodies and stabbing them into two more. One rushes Kit with a saber, Kit ducks under and severs its legs with the arm blades while driving the switch-blade bowies into its under-side. He skids out for underneath and drives the two blades cross-armed into another, then extending his arms outwards he half cuts, half tears the Suit in two.

Switch-Blade Unit 01 stops dead now back in the middle of the circle, about two-thirds of the Suits remain (and half of the song “Meteor” to be played) the bowies on the back go back into the carriers, and he drops his arms, instantaneously the Turks flood in. he draws the Switch-Blades and cuts two Suits into two in a moment, a pivot of the hips wipes out four more, he jumps over a thrust, and heels over head in the air slashes the Suit from human half to tail open with the arm blade, then rushes another planting his knees spike in it, then cross-slashes it with the arm blades, driving them, and the Switch-Blades into two approaching Suits, one on each side. He leaps over them and brings the arm blades down, cutting the arms off the Human half, and the wings off the bird, he then destroys it with two quick slashes from the switch-blades. He continues cutting through the opponents until he (and the song) stop.

Foxxy: Why did he stop? Aveian, I think he needs help!

Aveian: Just a little longer.

The remaining Turks approach him, their progress goes un-noticed, until they cross that invisible line…

The Switch-Blade’s arms tense, the forearm plates slide off, the large blades on the back drop. The face of the Gundam breaks open, revealing metallic “teeth” dripping with blood, the glass around the “eyes” break, revealing the cameras, moving in their surrounding element proof fabric they look like crazed eyes. The Gundam drops down to a four-point stance, then leaps up, falling back down heels first through an opposing Suit. He runs forward again, tearing two Human halves off their bird bottoms. He grabs another and tears it clear in half. Ripping off the wing of a fallen Suit, he throws it through the chest of another. A saber in swing down on him, he holds out his hand, fingers spread, and the blade shreds between them, like it was made of aluminum.

Foxxy, watching this starts to break down, images fly through her head.

Foxxy: That system… That system! You put that in the Suit! You bastard!

Aveian: Its working isn’t it? That system will win the war for us.

Kit breaks the last Suit over his head, then throwing it down heads back towards the village, and starts laying waste to it, starting by tumbling the only high building, the hospital, over onto the innocent people.

Foxxy: That’s the System from Quick Sylver, you’re using Sylven’s system!

Aveian: Sylven’s? No, this is my own creation. His works by connecting with the mind, making its every impulse a reality, thus pushing the psyche beyond its limits, the weakness of the Suit, mine works by slowly assimilating with the body via the blood stream, then making its way into the mind, putting the body into a kind of REM sleep. In this mind-frame it uses the basic survival and aggression centers of the brain to initiate attacks against the enemy. My way is perfectly safe, he’ll be fine when he’d done.

Foxxy: He’s gone crazy!

Aveian: No, right now he is asleep, he’ll wake up rested and fine.

Foxxy: I don’t care, (disconnecting the restraints, removing the tubes) I’m getting him out.

Foxxy takes off down the burning hill onto the flame-drenched battle-field.

Aveian: So much for research…

Foxxy fast-approaches Unit 01, suddenly it notices her, and her drawing its attention it tries to lash out at her, but its attack grow sloppy and inaccurate.

Foxxy: Looks like it recognizes me.

A punch lands wide of her, he runs op the arm, it rises and she jumps to the leg, out the waist, to the chest and the cock-pit door., she opens it up and sees Kit, unconscious, she leans in, lips tensed.

Foxxy: (mouth close-up, her glossy lips barely parting) Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-it… WAKE UP!

She pulls back and lands a hard right-hook to his cheek bone.

Kit’s Pupils return, as well as his personality.

Kit: What the hell, why’d you hit me!?

Foxxy: I could have just glossed ya! (Kiss her hand loudly)

Kit: Thanks for waking me up… so by the fact that no one is shooting at me, and you and Aveian ain’t doing shit I guess the mission is over.

Foxxy: You don’t remember fighting all those Suits?

Kit: Yeah! But being as it went that long I wondered what else the mission involved.

Aveian: (on com-link audio only) Mission completed, return to base.

Kit/Foxxy: Roger!

The Suits walk back towards base, Foxxy re-boarding hers when they pass it.

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(Ending Music)

Marane exits the Ship back onto Dherris Kharlan, his new friend right behind him, Sylven, ready to kill Marane, suddenly changes targets, as the two spot each other.

Ra: You?

Sylven: You.

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In deep night Aveian alone stares up at the MS in the hangar.

Aveian: Now they are all completed, Quicksilver, and Black Fox.

Quick Sylver now completed is seen, a brief glimpse of another, then…

Ja Ne

(Outlaw Star next episode music)

Foxxy: Yeah, s now you are seeing what WE will go to win wars. Of course that is kind of a representation of humanity in general, we all would do horrible things for the cause we most deeply believe in. so don’t judge us, just try to live your own life as best you can, next episode you will be seeing some of our greatest weapons, and maybe even a few of Marane’s! Next episode: Absolute Power: Ch.20: Gods of War, there is going to be more hard-core action, so you better get ready!

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