Thursday, October 4, 2007

Absolute Power ch.20
Absolute Power
Mission: 20
Gods Of War

Outside the grand walls of the Walachian Empire the Turks rush into battle. They race across the desert on foot or on camel-back, waving Assault Rifles and Sabers. Far off on the battlements Aveian views them via binoculars; he lowers them and walks back, as a group of Alchemists struggle in the back ground. as the enemy continues to rush, a turbine turns, a barrel glows with energy, and as early dawn turns to noon in a single spherical blast, all that remains in the place of the invaders is a beautiful cloud of twinkling dew in the air, forming a rainbow in the middle of the desert, and a sparkling lake of glass.

Aveian walks over to the weapon, it resembles the Positron cannon on a large battleship, hooked to it is a single Alchemist in a Switch-Blade style Flight suit and a helmet hooked up with addition sensors and wires.

Aveian: The weapon test was a success. Thank you for your assistance, Ion Alchemist.

At that moment one of the other Alchemists, sent to help deploy and regulate the weapon chimes in.

Alchemist: Commander Wind, what was the point of that test, is it just going to be a singular weapon or…

Aveian raises his hand, to signal her need to stop talking, as he does this he leans back against the wall, one leg bent back, with the sole of his boot against it along with his lower back, he has his head down and facing away from her, lighting a cigarette in his mouth with his free hand. As she stops and stares in befuddlement, he walks past her, then turns around, causing all the women to turn to face him.

Aveian: That weapon is just a proto-type… at this very moment Switch-Blade mass-production Mobile Suits are being built, as an extra division of the Alchemic Calvary, these amplifiers will allow you to transfer your Alchemic powers into your personal Suit, via conductors in the rear switch-blade bowies, this will allow you to use your powers as efficient and viable Anti-Mobile Suit weapon. I’m going to turn you all into ultimate weapons, as soon as the project is done.

Aveian turns and begins to leave.

Alchemist: But commander! When will that be…?

Aveian: (raising his hand, without looking back) Hell if I know…

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Marane’s group sit around in one of the many reflective neon rooms, their plotting hidden in the mixture of darkness and reflective fruit-colored light.

Sylven: So we will finally be able to and take my Suit back.

Marane: Yes, my little affront to God, we will soon take back all that is ours.

Sylven: That wouldn’t have anything to do with scoring that new mercenary would it.

Marane: with Ra’s help the mission may go easier, but he is only an additional advantage.

Ra: (amused and arrogant) You guys going to keep talking like I’m not here or what?

Marane looks at him embarrassedly, reacting in a rather over the top show.

Marane: Oh there you are Ra, I’m terribly sorry, I’ve just been alone so long I’m not used to addressing people in present company terms (laughs heartily) you should have seen what it was like adjusting to Sylven here!

Marane rolls his swivel chair over to Sylven, slapping him hard on the back, making him cringe with each blow, and laughs harder, Sylven slowly inches away, and Marane laughs on. Suddenly he lowers his head down, resting his chin on his arms, and leans in towards Ra, his golden feline like eyes staring deep in Ra’s, his sharp, planning eyes.

Marane: Loneliness can do things to a man.

Sylven scoots away further, Ra looks very uncomfortable, Marane continues staring at him for a long time, not moving, not blinking, his golden cat eyes locked Ra for what seems like an eternity. Then, as abruptly as he started, he just turns and walks away.

Marane: Lets go boys, those weapons aren’t going to steal themselves.

Marane walks out of the room, Ra and Sylven are left standing next to each other dumbfounded.

Ra: Is he always this weird.

Sylven: (sigh) This is just the beginning.

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Sora is in the CIC analyzing files, she comes across one tagged S x A Pr0n, and is about to open it, when Aveian comes in through the sliding doors. She quickly exits the file and enters into the tactical systems.

Aveian: (sitting down next to her at the control board) Doing research?

Sora: (teasing) May-beeeeee…

Aveian: (prying) Is that so?

Sora: (sigh) So you caught me.

Aveian: (sitting back in the chair) Its fine, at least you confess, I’m used to Kit playing “Surreal Tournament,” online then saying it’s “tactical training.”

Sora: Speaking of our loveable cripple where is he?

Aveian sighs and sinks down in his chair a little, he places his hand on his forehead, careful not to hit is light.

Aveian: Him and his fan-club are playing with his Chii.

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Kit, Allenby and Foxxy stand front-and-center, before a crowd of Walachian Soldiers behind them, displaying their skills on their brand new Nintondo Chii.

Kit: (swinging his Chii-Mote with skill, albeit one-handed skill) Haha! Taste my sword-y goodness!

Foxxy: (Flailing wildly) No way you’re gonna win bro!

Allenby: (desperately trying to keep up) No fair! I’m not a real swordsman!

Kit and Foxxy’s characters clash blades, and as their players swing the Velcro wrist straps slip apart until…

Kit and Foxxy’s characters are both one step from death, they each go for one more strike when the Chii-Motes go flying out of the Sunes’ hands and take out various objects in the room.

Foxxy: (pouting) Damn stupid crappy Chii-Motes!

Kit: Its still better than a PS3.

Allenby: Anything is better than the Plain-Sucky cubed!

Kit: Besides, all these launch titles are so glitchy.

Foxxy: (flops down on a nearby couch and picks up a white controller) I’m playing “Cogs of Strife”!

Kit and Allenby nearly shoulder check each other getting to the couch, Kit gets there first and grabs the identical one to Foxxy’s.

Kit: (pointing at Allenby) Haha! You got the 3rd party controller!

The game loads up and immediately Allenby gets cut down with a chainsaw.

Game Character: OMFG!1 I FCK1NG PWND UZ, FCK1NG N00B!!!1!!!111

Kit’s character runs up and blows him away with successive shotgun blasts, and several people fight to tea-bag the dead guy.

Allenby: No fair! Damn system won’t read my controller…

Foxxy: I’m just surprised how well Kit can play with one hand…

Kit whips a Chii-Mote at her head, it catches her dead on.

Foxxy: You bastard!

Foxxy begins strangling him with the numb-chuck cable. Allenby goes to reach for one the good controllers, then stops and faces the two siblings struggling.

Allenby: Screw the game, this is so much more interesting!

At that moment the door opens and Aveian enters.

Aveian: What the hell is going on in here?

Allenby: Friendly family dispute.

Kit and Foxxy seemed to be tied, Kit can counter, but not escape his sisters attempt to kill him with a gaming peripheral.

Aveian: You two quit acting like morons and get down to the hangar, we’re about to commence operations.

Kit: (choking) Again?

Foxxy: Okay, coming!

Foxxy lets go of the Chii-Mote and Kit takes a header on the floor.

Allenby: (grabbing his wrist and pulling him up) Come on Kit.

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Previously, in the CIC.

Aveian: Do you just sit around here for fun.

Sora: (holding one earmuff of the headset to her ear) Come on Aveian, you of all people know what I do for fun! My job has and always will be spying, though I admit I was just playing on this one.

Aveian: Was?

Sora: I just picked up a huge invading force, a second wave.

Aveian: Third, I wiped out the second wave.

Sora: Damn, how many waves do they have?

Aveian: (Readying to leave) Too many, yet never enough.

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In the hangar Aveian and the Raven Corps., crew along with several Cavaliers in Switch-Blade suits meet.

Aveian: The enemy is launching a counter attack; we took out the first wave with the Experimental Amplifier, but that was meant for one shot, and they are too close to the City limits to open fire with it, even if it was a tactical probability, so what we are going to do is deploy all of our Ace pilots to stall them.

Draco: Stall!?

Foxxy: Yeah, when we went out on the last mission we took them out easily, why are we only stalling this time?

Aveian: Last time we were killing stragglers, fools either trying to avenge the fallen or escape the attack, this time we are opposing a tactical military charge.

Draco: Then what, are we stalling for?

Aveian: For Kit, and BlackFox.

Foxxy: BlackFox, like our old Home?

Aveian: Its our Newest weapon, the NTS-03K BlackFox.

The attention of the group falls upon a black Gundam near the Butë Dashur e Puthur, which is being swarmed upon by Neo-American Soldiers.

Aveian: After the operation at Japan the Mobile Suit now designated the NTS-01K or Neo-Trace-System 1st edition Kit Sune Model, was damaged severely in its duel with Domon Kassu’s Angel Gundam, to get it into shape for two more operations, a battle with an unidentified weapon, known only as “Lilith” and the ensuing Duel with the ZIC-01FA, Full Armor Quick Sylver, along with the battle to suppress Black Vulpine forces when we were recovering our troops in space, further deteriorated its damaged frame, so at this point it is more economical to just rebuild the Suit from the ground up.

Draco: (under breath) NTS, ZIC, these guys sure love acronyms.

Aveian: This is where your operations come in. You are needed to keep the enemy occupied while we are finishing the upgrading on Kit’s Suit. All of your Mobile Suits were completed and maintained during the quieter times, so none of you is in danger. Along with that we’re installed Amplifiers in several of the ZIC-02 Switch-Blades, so you will have back-up, along with all the recovered NTS-02MX… MX’s…

Kit: Smooth…

Aveian: All of you are needed to go out there and combat the enemy, if you defeat them and the launch of the BlackFox is aborted that’s fine, but right now we need Suits out there.

Draco: You coming with us Commander?

Aveian: I and Sora will be here monitoring the restoration and manning the CIC, once Kit launches, or if my Mobile Armor is badly needed I will launch, but consider this battle without my assistance.

Draco: Understood.

Aveian: With that settled all Mobile Suits, launch now!

All of the Pilot clear out into their Suits and then load onto the Linear Catapults.

Draco: Draco Spitfire, Drake Gundam launching!

Allenby: Allenby Beardsly, Faye Gundam, launching!

Foxxy: Foxxy Sune, MX launching!

The three pilots hit the ground running, behind them all the available Switch-Blades begin deploying and running after them.

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Inside the CIC Sora and Aveian bark out orders to the pilots via their headsets.

Sora: All Walachian forces head directly towards the enemy and engage them in close-range combat.

Aveian: MX divisions, take up a guard around the base, defend the area and snipe the invading army from afar.

Pilots: Roger!

Foxxy: Does that mean I have to stay back too?

Aveian: Just take aim and pick off a few, you are better in close-range, but right now we need a rear guard.

Foxxy: (dejected) Understood…

Aveian: Hold a rear position for 600 seconds, after that you can charge the forces.

Foxxy: Okay!

Aveian: In the meantime the rest of you take out as many enemies as you can.

Draco: (growl) Like you even have to tell me that!

Draco takes of in his Gundam into the enemy; he swings his great sword with expert precision, dissecting many a Turk in his wake.

Allenby: (wings spread, glittery dust spreads) May as well have our fun while we can! (Drawing back her bow and firing several bolts)

The group of Alchemists aboard Suits advances forward into the insurgent ranks.

Thunder Alchemist: Slaughter them!

Stone Alchemist: Break them!

Flame Alchemist: DESTROY THE ENEMY!!!!!

The blades on their backs switch forward, working like electric conductors on a stun-gun. As the energy builds up the power is unleashed. Huge bolts of lightning tear through every Suit in their path, Flames leap forward dissolving whole Suits as spires of stone impale Turkey Gundams and holding them until detonation.

Foxxy: Okay guys; let’s give them their range support!

All of the Snipers take aim, and a moment later beams streak across the field decimating the oncoming troops.

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Kit stands impatiently as robotic arms and a few technicians move across his New Weapon.

Kit: Can’t this go any FASTER!!!?

Aveian: (video-com turns on) This is very delicate and complex work, the process needs to be almost fully automated, it’s the only way this can work.

Kit: But I don’t know what is going on out there, they could be in danger, or I could just end up not having to fight at all!

Sora: (tapping into her headset and computer) Right now our troops are making the first assault on the enemy, they are making good progress, but the enemy is very well prepared, we still may be in for a battle.

Kit: And I want to participate in that battle, (under breath) if that’s even possible…

Aveian: Kit, I’ll let you launch as soon as possible.

Kit: Huh?

Aveian: your Suit is supposed to be equipped with heavy weapons, but once the core system is ready I’ll let you go, we can complete the weapons while you are out.

Kit: You’re authorizing this?

Aveian: I can’t Command with you constantly bitching in my ear…

Kit: Roger that!

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Foxxy: 3, 2, 1… I’m gone!!!!

Foxxy fires a few more well-places shots, then racks her rifle, extends the blades and charges. She reaches the enemy and starts laying waste to the Turk invaders.

Allenby: (thinking) Good, Foxxy is here in the front now, I’ve got to reserve the energy in my Suit, I can’t keep firing Arrows at this rate.

Faye Gundam deploys its beam ribbon and swings it through the enemy Suits, their armor melting before its pink feminine heat.

Several Turks open fire on Draco with their Assault rifles, he easily dodges their fire on foot, a set of AGNI blasts erupt before his feet as he jumps, and more blasts streak by.

Draco: You bastards, take this! DRAKE!!!!!

The Dragon head hits the group full on shattering their Suits, the pieces flying through the air and littering the sands. More Turks run in on him and he destroys them with his sword.

Ice Alchemist: Spread devastation, strife, and lust…

Plant Alchemist: THAT IS OUR CODE!!!!

Shards of ice spray forward piercing Suits and destroying them, vines leap from the sand, constricting and breaking the metal behemoths. The sand begins swirling and Suits fall in, blasts of water hit the Turks so hard their Gundams break apart. Explosions rock the enemy from all around the blades of another Cavalier.

Alchemist: I’m tired of hiding behind my powers, I wanna see what this machine can do!

The Alchemist flies forward and drives the forearm blade deep into the head of an enemy Suit.

Aveian: (Over com-link) I recommend you do the same, those amps aren’t meant to be your main weapon.

Alchemists: (slightly dejected) Understood.

The Switch-Blades ready their edges and go in for the attack. The Suits meet with Turks and cut them down, the Walachian forces move even deeper into the enemy lines.

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Sora: They are making progress.

Aveian: But they are also moving deep into the enemy territory, any moment now they will be surrounded.

Sora: So is our plan now to just wait it out until Kit can launch and be our savior?

Aveian: I can always go.

Sora: I think I’d be better manning the CIC, but I could go too.

Aveian: It’s better if you do stay here, but it is possible you will be needed, in that case I will have you launch.

Sora: Damn, it’s kinda scary we are planning like this.

Aveian: Defiantly not encouraging.

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Allenby swirls her ribbon through several oncoming Suits, taking them apart.

Allenby: (slightly worn) All going well Foxxy?

Foxxy is moving around making hard maneuvers, slicing and stabbing at the enemy, inside the cockpit she is sweating and breathing hard.

Foxxy: (Panting) Yeah, no problems here, Draco?

Drake Gundam shoves its sword through the chest of a Turk, them fires the head mounted flames, incinerating two more.

Draco: I could do this all day.

Foxxy: That’s nice, cause I get a feeling we might have to.

In the back the Snipers continue firing at the Turks.

Pilot: My power levels are dropping!

Leader: Keep firing! We have to keep up the rear lines.

An AGNI beam his taking out several Suits.

Leader: This is NOT good…

The Turkey Gundam locks onto him with the assault rifle, he is about to fire when a beam tears right through his Suit.

Leader: Commander?

Aveian: (Fresh Cigarette lit) Commander Aveian Wind, BlackStar, LAUNCHING!

Aveian in his Armor flies forward, firing the claw guns and launching missiles into the enemy lines. He sends the self-propelled claws into two Suits, crushing then firing into their chests.

Aveian: I’m going out in the field to give support, I’ll try to keep giving Commands direct from the battlefield, but there are no guarantees.

Foxxy sees on her displays that Aveian has launched, she quickly finishes off all the enemies around her and rushes over to him.

Foxxy: Whatcha doing here Aveian?

Aveian: I didn’t really have a choice with all you doing such a bad job here.

Foxxy: (huffy) You suck! (Sticks tongue out)

Aveian: (flying forward) Come one Foxxy!

Foxxy: (excitedly) Right!

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Marane and his two soldiers board his shuttle. Marane takes the single control seat, as Ra and Sylven take seats the many rows behind him, they sit far apart and settle down, knowing it is going to be a long flight.

Marane: We’re about to go on our first mission as a group, is everyone ready?

Ra is layed back, either meditating or sleeping, while Sylven just gives him an unblinking death glare.

Marane: This all seems encouraging, (he turns a chuckles to himself) now I know the mission will be a success.

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Sarin continues to hang helpless and exhausted, the Cavaliers having their way with him, he is completely drained of energy, but their touch are still as intolerably pleasurable as the first, his mind aches with orgasmic releases, this is worse than any torture he could imagine.

Sarin: (thinking, sweat dripping off his face, his long hair masking his identity) This is too much, I can’t take this, I want to die, I want to die, I… want… to die…

Suddenly they stop, they all pull back, and begin re-dressing, the leader looks back on him, as explosions ring out in the land beyond.

Lead Cavalier: Sorry lover, but we can’t play with you anymore, there is a war going on. But…

She walks back up to him and places the longest, deepest kiss he’s felt yet.

Lead Cavalier: (Pulling back and staring him in the eyes, speaking very seductively, her lips poised to strike him again in a second) If you even try to escape, I will find you, and capture you, and punish you. (Pleasured murmur) I’ll make sure it’s a million times worse than anything we did to you today.

She kisses him again on the neck, in a spot that has already been claimed with a large deep love mark, his body shudders and his breath escapes in a moan.

Lead Cavalier: Have fun!

As they leave he realizes he is no longer on the cross, but connected by a heavy chain and collar.

Sarin: I can’t escape, I’m to weak to break these chains, and even if I could, I wouldn’t get far, and I don’t want to be seen like this. Damnit, I’ve lost.

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As the ship passes through space the people aboard stay silent, Ra lies back in his chair, dead asleep, Marane stays at the helm, resting in a half awake state, farthest back Sylven lays asleep, his eyes shut and breathes slow and long. Marane looks back tiredly at him; he lets out a long yawn and looks at Sylven exhaustedly.

Marane: Come now Sylven. I mean it is a great impression of a person asleep, and it would have fooled me except for two things, you don’t sleep and you don’t breathe.

Sylven slowly opens his eyes and looks up.

Sylven: You’re lucky…

Marane: Because I’m gifted with good looks, sex appeal and two highly-skilled cohorts?

Sylven: Because I still can’t afford to kill you.

Marane: (feigning amazement) And why in the world would you want to kill me of all people?

Flashbacks to their kiss flash through his mind, he snarls with rage, clenching his fists.

Marane: Oh! That? (chuckle) I just slipped that’s all, my lips brushed against yours by accident, and apparently that really got to you. wow, Sylven I never knew you felt so strongly about me!

Sylven: Watch it old man…

Marane: Aww, did I strike a nerve, I’m so sorry…

Sylven: I’ll end you.

Ra: (laying back, squinting his closed eyes to avoid the light) Will you freaks shut the hell up, I’m trying to sleep!

Marane: Poor Ra, you do need that sleep, you’re so grumpy!

Ra: Go away old man!

Marane: Fine! (Turns around) Hmmph! I’ll just shut up and fly the ship, you’re all so mean!

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The fire from the invading Turks is getting heavier; the MXs are falling back further while sniping. The Switch-Blades persist in cutting their way through the Turks, being as their armor is relatively bullet-resistant. The members of the Raven corps., fight through the enemy, being as they are the primary offensive force. Allenby swirls her ribbon around her, bringing down countless Turkey Gundams but even as she does this the enemy continues to surround her and the other pilots.

Allenby: Is anyone else starting to think this was a really bad idea?

Aveian: Yeah, but that never stopped us before.

Draco: (cutting down enemy Suits, firing the shield into another) Wasn’t this your plan to begin with?

Aveian: I made acceptable tactical errors that we now have to deal with.

Foxxy: In other words Aveian got us in deep shit and now wants us to get out of it.

Foxxy rushes up and drives a sword through a Turkey. Aveian taps into his headset, which he still has on, holding the ear piece he calls back to base.

Aveian: Sora, what’s the progress? Enemy positioning, Kit’s progress, tactical information…

Sora: Their reinforcements have stopped dead.

Aveian: What do you mean?

Sora: The troops have been flowing in at a steady rate, now they all just dropped off. There was no ebb, no flanks, just a cut off.

Foxxy: (coming in a little electronic over the non-direct line) Maybe it’s a strategy.

Draco: They must be setting up for something.

Sora: But what?

Allenby: I don’t think that will matter much if we all get killed here, we still have aces in the hole; we have to accept that they have them too.

Aveian: How is the reconstruction on Kit’s Gundam going.

Sora: Its going as planned, but you guys still have to hold them off for a while.

Allenby: Oh fun.

Aveian: Well troops time to do what we’re paid for.

Foxxy: (puts her finger on her lips and looks up to think) When was the last time we got paid?

Aveian: (flying forward) Shut up Foxxy.

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Marane: We are now entering Neo-Walachian airspace.

Ra: Walachia? I thought no one knew where it was except the inhabitants. Wait, are you…

Marane: No, no. Its nothing so grand, I merely hacked their systems, then found the colony and cloaked our ship from their surveillance, nothing much.

Sylven: You have far too much time on your hands.

Marane: You have no idea.

In a short time their ship sets down in the desert.

Marane: We have now landed in Walachia, please exit the cabin in an orderly and organized fashion, thank you for flying with us.

Sylven: Cut the crap, let’s just start the mission.

Ra: I agree, if I’m going to start working for you, I better have fun doing it.

Marane: Believe me, every day with me is fun! (Optimistically faces and addresses Sylven) Right Sylven?

Sylven: (brushes by him) I hate you.

Marane: (pouting) You suck!

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As the sounds of battle ring out behind Draka goes into the throne room to speak with her father.

Draka: I want to go out with my troops, to assist in the attack.

Lord Dracula: Draka, Commander Wind has said that we are to stay inside, the majority of our Alchemists are to stay here as an insurance policy, we have to keep some of our cards off the table.

Draka: Why all of a sudden are we trusting everything to them?

Lord Dracula: Because without them we would be lost.

Draka: I realize that we are counting on them to save us from all dying but that doesn’t mean that we have to give up all control and blindly follow them.

Lord Dracula: They are not asking for any extreme measures, requesting we keep a reserve force is nothing if not sensible and, quite ordinary. Calm yourself child, your time to fight will come.

Farther back Micrea sits in his throne, listening and contemplating the conversation.

Micrea: I’m just sad that we have to fight to begin with. All this pain… all this suffering, war brought this all. We should all just stop fighting; we shouldn’t be fighting at all!

Draka: Well we do have to fight, (saying his name pointedly) little brother, so keep your empty-headed idealism off of the battlefield.

Draka begins to storm out.

Micrea: (sniffling and crying) Big sister is so cruel…

Lord Dracula: Where are you going Draka?

Draka: (turning to him, very pissy) I’m going out to fight, to assist Captain Sune on the battlefield.

She once again readies to leave.

Micrea: But Kit hasn’t launched yet.

Draka: (whipping back around) What did you say?

Micrea: Captain Sune isn’t launching till his machine is completed, right now it is under construction; he’s waiting in the hangar. Come to think of it, he must be lonely, most of staff from his country is out fighting; somebody should keep him company…

The sound of fast foot steps, doors opening and slamming shut, and more steps move down the hall.

Micrea: She’s gone now isn’t she?

Lord Dracula: Yes son, yes she is.

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The group of three stands in the desert by their ship.

Marane: So we all split up, we all have our own part to pull off in this, I know you will do your jobs.

Ra: I’m used to working alone, this’ll be easy!

Sylven: I’m here for one reason, my own, I could care less about what you want Marane.

Sylven starts to walk off.

Marane: Luckily for me you’re just playing a role in my master plan.

Ra: (looking confused) What an antisocial freak.

Marane steps up to Ra, standing very close to him and locking eyes.

Marane: Don’t worry about him, just worry about me and serving my needs, I promise if you fulfill all my wishes I’ll give you a very good reward.

Ra’s eyes gleam and a smirk comes across his face.

Ra: I like rewards.

Marane: (very pleased) Good.

A short time later Ra, walking alone comes across a large tower in the middle of the woods.

Ra: Well this is an interesting little monument…

He stops and gets to cover, his senses sharpening. The door of the spire opens and the group of Alchemists exit. They all laugh together, moving down the path until they suddenly stop.

Blue-Haired Alchemist: Did you see what we did to him, I can’t wait to get back and torture him some more… ummm, ummm, umm, what do we have here?

Blonde Alchemist: Are you hiding from us?

Ra: Shit, I’ve been spotted!

Red-Haired Alchemist: Why don’t you just come out, otherwise we’ll have to take you prisoner too.

Ra walks out with his hands in the air his weapon strapped to his back.

Blue-Haired Alchemist: Good boy, now just surrender and come up to the tower, we promise to treat you nice.

Blonde Alchemist: Or you can resist and we can be rough with you. Really rough…

Ra: Damn…

Blonde Alchemist: Awwwwwww, you want us to be gently? (closing in on him, readying to put him under her spell) that’s too bad because you’re been a really bad boy, and we’re gonna make you suffer.

Ra: No…

He takes out his weapon and effortlessly drives it through her stomach, the brings it out splitting her down to her thighs.

Ra: (smirking) …I was going to let you live, but now that you threatened me, none of you will leave here alive.

The girls, afraid try to fight back in their sheer terror, but the sounds of their death moans and blood spilling ring out. Ra steps over their corpses, his boots slapping in the bloody mud, he steps into the tower, leaving red prints behind him. He scales up the stairs, taking observations of the area as he ascends.

Ra: This place smells like sex; pheromones, perfume, lipstick, saliva, pussy and cum. Something fun was going on here.

As he continues to ascend he hears breathing.

Ra: Hmm, guess I’m not alone here.

Ra shakes the blood off his blade and runs up the stairs attempting to rush his perceived enemy. When he reaches the top he is surprised by what he sees; Sarin, lying on the ground, covered in lipstick in every color of the spectrum, bruises, hickies, sexual fluids, along with tons of scratches and cuts. He sits in a small pool of blood and other fluids, trembling and breathing hard, his neck bleeds slightly from struggling against his metal collar, but he is defenseless.

Ra: Wow, so you’re the famous Sarin I’ve heard about. Man you’ve fallen a long ways… getting captured by a bunch of horny girls and used like this.

Ra continues walking towards Sarin, his weapon ready to strike.

Ra: I could kill you right now, that wouldn’t be too hard.

Ra swings his blade, bringing it down on Sarin hard and fast, Sarin falls and slumps onto the floor, his chain falls before him.

Ra: …But I’d rather let you live, you were in that raid on Zeru’s base, so that means you have the same goals as me, so killing you wouldn’t benefit me. Besides, its not like I was assigned or paid to kill you, and I don’t do jobs for free.

With that Ra sets his spear on his shoulders and rests his arms upon it, the strolls onward, off towards the exit. Slowly Sarin raises himself to his feet, and stumbles out of the building, knowing he is a marked man he tries to hurry, and upon reaching the exit, he sees his captors’ bodies lying on the ground, and reaches down into one of their chest-plates, taking back his mask. He heads down to the river and washes off the marks he can, and closes those wounds he can. Upon cleaning up, the newly re-masked, naked, and now anatomically blessed, he takes off into the air on his great black wings.

Meanwhile Ra just keeps walking forward, in a lackadaisical pace and state.

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Draka runs down the corridors towards Kit, her mind and heart racing.

Draka: (speaking as she rhythmically breathes) Maybe if I can get to him in time I might get some alone time with him… (thoughts flash through her head) I have to get him, or else I’ll never be normal again, I’ve conquered and used so many men with one touch, and I have to make sure he isn’t any different.

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Back on the battlefield, the tide is beginning to change. As Draco slices through the oncoming troops a Turk goes for a flying down-slash with the saber, he cuts him in half at the waist, but from his wake comes another, which opens fire with the Assault Rifle, Draco raises his shield to defend, his shield takes a whole clip, then explodes taking Drake’s left arm with it.

Draco: You’ll pay for that!

Draco readies his sword put finds the beam generator is out of power.

Draco: DAMN IT!!! Is nothing going to go my way today!?! DRAKE!!!!!!!

The Black Night drives his sword through the enemies’ chest, and then annihilates a charging group with his blast.

Draco: Fuck! I’m almost out!

Allenby, flying through the troops, suddenly finds her whip out of energy, she quickly falls back under a hail of gunfire.

Allenby: Me too!

Foxxy: (fighting desperately against her foes) I’m almost out too!

Aveian: Damnit! We need to finish this! Sora! You’re going to have to move out.

Sora: About that Aveian…

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Kit stands impatiently watching his Gundam. As he stands there he hears the explosions getting closer, the sounds of MX beam Fire decreasing, and the sounds of Assault rifle fire getting closer.

Kit: What the hell is going on out there? And why isn’t my Gundam ready!? Sora!?

Sora: I’m moving as fast as I can here, your Suit will be ready in 300 seconds! Get into the cockpit, you’re launching as soon as its done, we need you out there.

Kit: Roger!

Kit scales his suit and enters the cockpit.

Sora: 200 seconds…

Kit puts on a newly designed Pilot suit, Black with gold trim.

Sora: 100 seconds…

He readies for launch, starting up all bootable programs.

Sora: 50 seconds…

All the systems switch on, the eyes turn on, BlackFox awakens!

Sora: Go now!!!

Kit: (head raising, voice raising, tension rising) Kit Sune, BlackFox… LAUNCHING!!!!!!!

Just as the Suit flies out of the hangar Draka arrives.

Draka: (calling out to him) Kit!!!!!!! I wanted to… talk… to… you…

She watches as Kit aboard his Mobile Suit flies out of the hangar leaving her utterly alone, she slumps down onto the floor, sobbing softly.

Aveian: Sora, you’re going to have to launch.

Sora: (playful with her headset) Yeah, Aveian, about that… I don’t think that will be necessary…

BlackFox blasts onto the field at break-neck speed.

Kit: (straining against the force) Well, at least its not slow…

Sora: Put on your damn helmet, the suit is pressurized.

Kit: (switching off the link) Oh shut up! Now lets see what this baby can do!

He flies forward and is soon at the enemy lines.

Kit: None of the main firearms are ready or equipped, just the Beam Sabers in the shield, as well as… oooh, this is different.

Ahead are two Turks, Kit plants his feet down, and turning its head, two blasts fires duel shotguns in the head, the armor around the barrel slides back and forth in a pump-action, expending cartridges.

Foxxy: Kit You’re here!

Allenby: Kit, thank good you’re here!

Draco: Stupid ass, making us wait so long.

Aveian: Get on with this mission.

Kit: Well with that kinda reception… how could I resist.

Kit floors it, and before they can react he has flanked the enemy, the duel beam swords drawn, all the Suits in the middle fall, cut apart and gashed open they explode before hitting the ground.

Turk: Oh great Allah! RETREAT!!!!

The Turks take off into a full retreat, but Kit stands in their path.

Kit: No so fast…

He glides through their ranks, cutting down Gundam after Gundam with his swords and sharp end of his shield, kicking off their heads and kicking in their cockpits, and shredding their armor with Shotgun blasts. In the end only a fraction escape him, passing over a large dune. At that point two Switch-Blade pass him.

Switch-Blade pilot: Don’t worry now mister hotty Ace, we’ll finish off this lot.

Electricity and fire erupt from over the dune, and a few explosions ring out.

(Ending music)

Kit: I think our work is done here.

Foxxy: Mission accomplished!

Sora: (looking at the radar and trembling) Guys! I don’t think it’s over yet!

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Draka rises and looks out the catapult to the desert ahead.

Draka: Kit, you won’t get away from me that easily.

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Marane strolls down the corridors of Castle Walachia.

Marane: Wow, a nice little base they have here.

Ja Ne

(Outlaw Star music)

Foxxy: Damnit! Can’t we ever catch a break, just when it seems like we have them beat, a whole new and bigger force is coming! And speaking off coming… how the hell did Marane get here, and what is he doing to that girl!? Ew, I don’t wanna know (retching) but if you do, make sure to check out our next mission! Absolute Power: Mission: 21 Into The Burning Sand! You better get ready! …Sylven?


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