Sunday, October 14, 2007

Absolute Power ch.21
Absolute Power
Mission: 21
Into The Burning Sand!

Marane moves with stealth through the corridors of the Castle Walachia, his keen eyes scanning for his target. As he turns a corner he sees a door and makes a direct path for it.

Marane: (opening the door) There we go.

Inside is a single cavalier, having strayed behind she is separated from her three room mates, and is all alone and naked, trying to pull her pants up, with her black bra hanging off one breast, the other crimson peeked mammary in full view. She sees Marane, but before she can react the door shuts and locks behind him.

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As all of the suits return to the hangar, Aveian stands on his cockpit door, talking to Sora on his headset.

Aveian: Sora… Sora! What is going on out there?

Sora: (her voice spreading from his earphone into the air) The enemy is regrouping. The force we just took out, that was just the first wave. They have at least 150% of the forces we just took out.

Aveian: Roger, we restock the Suits then we go out and take these fools out.

Sora: What do we do in the mean time?

Aveian: (commanding) Activate all base defense systems, Bulkheads, anti-personnel, anti-air, anti-vehicle, put out a full assault, the weapons aren’t going to have long before they’re destroyed by the enemy Suits, make sure they put out all the fire the they can before then.

Sora: Roger!

Aveian turns to face all the soldiers in the hangar.

Aveian: And all you soldiers, restock the Mobile Suits immediately! We need all the MX batteries recharged and replaced, check the interfaces on the Switch-Blades, and make sure the amps on the back blades are still working. Finish the upgrade on Kit’s Gundam and (he pauses a moment) prep the Quick Sylver for launch!

Kit, exiting his Suit at the time Aveian gives his orders, hears his Commander, and becomes infuriated.

Kit: (scaling his and Aveian’s mechs off-screen) You son of a BITCH!

Kit leaps up and hits Aveian hard in the cheek with right, he goes to throw a left, but it shakes in the air before Aveian’s face.

Kit: I should have known the that wouldn’t work twice.

Aveian punches him hard in the stomach, then hits him with a flat kick to the mouth, then pivots and catches him in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick from the opposite foot. Kit falls onto BlackStar’s Cock Pit door, his mouth bleeding.

Aveian: Now that that is out of the way, what the hell is wrong with you?

Kit: You… You’re going to use it…

Aveian: It’s not like we need it… dumb ass. If we don’t use everything we have, WE’RE GOING TO DIE! Now man up and take your place on the battlefield, or else I’ll kill you right here and just replace you and move on.

Kit: (trying to stand up from the push-up position) So who is the pilot?

Foxxy: Me!

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Draka: (staring out at the battlefield) You can’t escape me that easily Kit…

At that moment BlackFox turns and enters the Hangar, flying directly over her, as his Suit enters the shutters, as well as bulkheads close behind him, and in a moment she is laying on the ground, covering her head and staring at solid steel.

Draka: (standing back up) What the hell?!

Two Walachian soldiers run up to her, she whips around and glares at them.

Draka: (seething) What the hell do you want?

Both soldiers step back in fear, but slowly the get their selves to the point they can talk again.

Soldier: Um, Lady Draka… the foot troops are going to be needed on the battlefield, so I’m afraid you are going to have to go meet with your troops now.

Draka: Fine!

Draka storms off out the door, her rage so hot she is nearly on fire.

Soldier: She is scary man!

Soldier: I feel bad for that poor Captain, he’s the one who has to deal with her.

Soldier: Doesn’t he already have a partner?

Soldier: Do you think that will stop Draka?

Soldier: Good Point.

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Sylven continues walking in the desert; he had taken the opposite way as Marane, distrusting him.

Sylven: I might have made a mistake going this way. It’s possible I should have followed Marane, but then again being with him could be more dangerous than anything else.

In the distance Sylven sees a group of specks moving towards him, his optical sensors zoom in on them, it’s a group of Turk Infantrymen moving towards him.

Sylven: Oh Damnit, I guess Marane was right. Well before I get to Kit… I have to take out these guys.

Sylven puts his arms back and takes off running at top speed making causing the optical illusion of his silhouette spreading out behind him.

Turk: What the hell is that thing…- AHHHHH!

Gunfire rings out, men scream while blood and limbs fly up into the air.

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Draka enters the Cavalier’s equipment room to speak to her troops.

Draka: Alright girls, we have a mission.

Blond Cavalier: What! You mean we have to go out and fight against those Mobile Suit things?!

Draka: Many of you have done it before…

Red –haired Cavalier: That doesn’t mean we all have, those of us who have were the highest level members, and they attacked in the middle of the night or in their own Suits, we don’t have a chance!

Draka: We don’t have a choice, we’re all needed to protect this Nation, if we don’t fight we’ll all die!

Blond: So what, if we fight we’ll die too!

Draka: That isn’t true, we have all of the US troops with us, as well as are own Pilots in their own Mobile Suits.

Black-Haired Cavalier: Then why don’t they go one their own?

Draka: Because we are all needed! Look, my brother is in charge of the ground soldiers…

Black-Hair: Draco or Micrea?

Draka: Draco! Micrea couldn’t even think about fighting, let alone command our Knights. But in any case, my brothers can’t stop me, and my father won’t, so I’ll make you this deal, if you win against the enemy, then the Knights are all yours, no restrictions for a whole week, you can use them however you want.

A few minutes later…

Blond: ALL CAVALIERS PREPARE FOR BATTLE!!!!!

Draka: That’s more like it.

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Lord Dracula rises from his seat and stretches out his joint, cracking them all. He limbers himself up and readies his weapons.

Micrea: Father, why are you getting up? Are you going to get me a Snow Cone?

Lord Dracula: No, no my son. I am going out into battle

Micrea: (absorbing his words) Battle… But Father, you mustn’t go out there and fight! Fighting never solves anything!

Lord Dracula: Shut up Micrea! You must learn to stop hiding and running away. Pacifism is luxury consigned only to those with no enemies or no pride.

Dracula rests his left hand on his swords hit, and opening, then reaching into a secret hiding place he pulls out a huge object in a cloth sheath, then turns to look back at his son.

Lord Dracula: If you are to one day take my place, you must become wiser.

Micrea: What…?

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Outside the Turks begin surrounding the base.

Turk Pilot: There is no activity.

Pilot: I say we just blow the whole thing up! (Aims AGNIS)

An automated machine Gun rises up and opens fire, taking out that Suit.

First Pilot: Damn it!

Missile pods and machine guns slide out of the ground everywhere then begin opening fire.

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Aveian: All Mobile Suits launch immediately!

Turkeys come near the bulkheads, and sniper fire tears through, destroying several Suits near the doors.

A Turk runs through taking out turrets and pods.

Pilot: I can’t take this; (charging AGNIs) I’ll end it all here!!!!!!

He fires his beams at the door, taking out the door.

Pilot: Ha! I did i…

A black blur shoots out, his Suit goes flying back, a Switch-Blade imbedding its forearm blades deep into it’s chest.

Cavalier: Sorry Mister Muslim, but you have to die here!

The back blades deploy, and the Suit is cut to shreds, bloody metal litters the ground.

Draka: Come girls, we gotta go out there and claim our prizes!

The Cavaliers, mounted on horseback charge out of the open hangar door, riding towards the enemy troops. Each one carriers two crimson lances, each a long red cone. They run their weapons into the Turk infantry on the ground, and firing their Alchemic attacks at the enemy Mobile Suits.

Drake Gundam steps out of the hangar, Draco speak to his troops from the Suit.

Draco: Go out there and show your power! Make your country proud!

The Walachian Infantry charges out towards the enemy lines in a full blitz.

BlackStar coasts out.

Aveian: Mindless soldiers.

Allenby: Men are so easy to trick into doing what you want.

Faye Gundam glides out daintily.

Foxxy fits her helmet as the Trace material runs up her arms and onto her cheeks.

Foxxy: You’re telling me. You ready bro?

Kit: (his voice coming from a video link off screen, his voice sounding muffled and metallic) Yeah, I’m ready to go.

BlackFox and Quick Sylver fly out at insane speed.

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Kit: Who is going to Pilot that death machine.

Foxxy: I will!

Kit: Oh hell no!

Foxxy: Hey! I got just as good of scores on the pilot’s exam as you did! I just didn’t get the promotions like you did because I’m not an “authority figure!”

Aveian: Fine, Kit you Pilot it then.

Kit: No one is going to Pilot it! I’m going to get aboard BlackFox and destroy it before it can destroy another person’s mind!

Aveian: I won’t let you do that, I’m your Commander, I’m in charge of this whole country, so if you don’t want to pilot it Foxxy can.

Kit loses all hope in his eyes, accepting his fate he replies.

Kit: I’ll do it…

Foxxy snaps.

Foxxy: No way! What the hell gives you the right to pilot that Suit!?

Kit: I killed Sylven in it! He was the top Pilot before I beat him, I have to know what beat him, me… or the Gundam…

Foxxy: So what!? I loved him, and you took him away! The least you can do is let me honor him like this.

Kit: Sorry sis (pushing her back into Aveian’s arms) but I can’t do that.

With that he boards Quick Sylver and preps for launch.

Aveian: Well, you better get your Suit ready.

Before her stands the completed BlackFox the torso of the EZ-8, legs of RX-78-4, rear boosters also look like the RX-78-4, with MK-II style beam saber mounts, and longer booster in the bottom, the shoulders resemble the EX-S, although coming to a to point on the end. The left arm sports a mix between the GM Sniper II and the EZ-8’s shield being thick throughout, and coming to a forked pointed tip at the end, though slightly larger and equipped with a chain gun, while the right arm has a long beam rifle, like the Gaia’s, and the head modeled after the Impulse. The color scheme is black on lighter black, highlighted by white.

Foxxy: I have no idea how to use that damn thing!

Aveian: You’ll figure it out, remember to put on the protective suit and helmet, it handles hard.

Foxxy boards the Gundam, putting on the protective suit and helmet, which resemble Waltfeld’s suit and Kira’s helmet, patterned black with yellow detailing.

Kit: Kit Sune, Quick Sylver away!

Foxxy: Foxxy, I’m launching!

The two Gundam’s fly out of the hangar at full speed, Foxxy seems to be tolerating it fine; Kit on the other hand is struggling.

Foxxy: This has great handling, you’re lucky Kit, Aveian really went all out for you on this!

Kit: …This system is so complex, so much input, my mind can barely keep up with it.

Foxxy: (jokingly) I could take it off your hands for you.

Kit: No… I will beat this thing.

Foxxy: (giggles merrily) (thinking) Please do okay Kit, don’t give in like everyone else did.

As the two Suits move forward together, their sensors go off and they see enemies incoming.

Kit: Guess we don’t have any more time to get used to these weapons.

Foxxy: That sure happens a lot.

Kit: Tell me about it. We split up here, stay within range of me, but take on your own enemies.

Foxxy: (confirming the order) Okay. (Nods)

Foxxy flies over firing down on the Turks with the chain gun, Kit descends down to the ground among the enemy troops.

Kit: Okay Gundam, let’s see what you can do.

Kit rushes forward and splits a Suit in half with the arm rail, he drives the other through the chest of an oncoming Turk, then tears in out of their side. He keeps moving forward, tearing through the Turks standing before it. Off in the distance the others fight and watch.

Allenby: Look at those two.

The ERA Semper pulls up beside Allenby’s Gundam.

Sora: Well they do have the top-of-the-line Suits, all they’re doing is throwing their weight around.

Allenby: Shouldn’t you be inside manning the CIC?

Sora: The Commander wants all the forces he can have out here, so I put the old crew back in charge of the surveillance, I’m sure they’ll do a good job.

Aveian: (over the com-link) Allenby, Sora, get back to work.

Sora: (sigh) Roger Commander.

Allenby: Right! Will do Aveian!

The two of them pull off and engage the incoming enemies.

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Alchemist: You’re not supposed to…

Before she can react Marane presses his lips against hers, he tears off her panties off her, and throws the scrap of cloth away as he pushes her on the bed, his thighs between hers, he lowers his pants and forces himself against her, driving himself inside, she moans and tries to resist, but its too much.

Marane: You’re not going to get any help, so don’t try to struggle, or cry for your friends…

He drives himself in harder, deeper, she cries out and tries to push away, to grab the sheets, but it doesn’t help, Marane keeps pushing harder into her.

Marane: You can’t resist! Give into me; tell me all I want to know!

The view shifts to the floor, where at the highest view you can see their bodies as Marane continues thrusting into her, she moans and cries, pants loudly, her voice high and hoarse, her throat torn from the sheer volume of pleasure and sound.

Marane: Yes! Tell me it all! Give all your information.

Later, Marane in all his clothes walks out of the room, while the Alchemist lays naked and motionless on her bed.

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Kit: Take this!

Kit throws the duel whip-boomerangs; they fly out and clear a huge section of enemies out. As they return Kit throws them back out and runs forward, kicking one Turk in the chest, tearing his Suit apart against the ground, he cuts two more down with the arm rails.

Turkey Pilot: Haha! (Readies his AGNIs) You’re gonna die now fucker!

Kit: (turning, his body and the Gundam in sync) I don’t think so.

Kit fires out a few short blasts from the Head Vulcans, hitting the AGNI barrels and wiping out the Suit in a glorious explosion.

Kit: This Suit is amazing!

Kit continues going forward, cutting through the Turks with his rails while the boomerangs dance around him.

Kit: No human should be able to use this! So much information, so man displays put directly into your brain, I can’t concentrate on them all at once, not if I want to keep myself conscious. That must have been what went wrong for the others, well I won’t give in!

The Turks open fire on him en masse, Kit pulls some evasive maneuvers and flies up above them, he streaks down on them , firing the head Vulcans, then spears one with the arm rail.

Kit: I’ll prove that I’m the superior Pilot!

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Sora stands her ground along with Aveian, Draco and most of the MX Pilots; they’ve taken up a position a few miles outside the Base. Turks rush in of them, Sora fires back with her Machine gun, dodging the hail of Assault Rifle fire, a Turk goes for a jumping downward slash, but Sora spears him on her sword, the opens fire into the Suit with several Shotgun blasts, until motor oil runs down onto her Suit, and she throws it away as it explodes on the shifting sands.

Aveian circles around the perimeter of the area they took up, firing the hand cannons and slashing with the claws.

Aveian: I’m not going to fail this mission, my future relies on this!

Aveian lets loose a blast from the particle cannon in the waist, wiping out at least a dozen Suits in one shot.

Aveian: How are the troops holding up?

Sora: They’re holding.

Waves of sniper fire disables and destroys incoming Suits, Sora continues picking off the ones that get past with the mid-range weapons and close-range sword.

Sora: Oh damn it!

Aveian: What!? Do you need back-up?

Sora: No, a division of foot soldiers just made it through our ranks, I could take them out but it seems like waste of resources.

Aveian: Don’t worry about it, they won’t make it far.

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As the Turks rush forward the Walachian infantry meet up with them clashing sword to rifle, the Turks open fire, but the Walachians dodge or take the bullets in their bullet proof armor, then driving their swords into the enemy, of course not everyone can dodge all the shots either. At this moment of stalemate the tides turn. The Lord Dracula rushes in, his massive Long Sword drawn.

Turks: Watch out! Here comes the King! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

A huge explosions rings out, from far back behind the Walachian lines is Keef, waving to the artillery workers, who rain down fire with the heavy pieces.

Keef: And your ass will know I’m the lord when I bring my vengeance down upon thee!

Ahead Lord Dracula rushes the troops, his sword ready to strike as he moves between Keef’s shells.

Lord Dracula: Stupid heathens! I’ll show them my power, AND HOW TO FIGHT!

He runs forward and puts his sword right through a Turk, RPG and all. Another turns to fire at him, he squeezes off a whole magazine at him, but the Lord lets loose a blast of energy, causing all the bullets to fall from the sky and tearing apart that soldier’s body.

Lord Dracula: None of you fools will come out of here alive!

Dracula striking yells, the clashing of metal, blasts of energy and the screams and death yells of his fallen opponents.

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Kit lets loose with a stream of fire from the head Vulcans, neutralizing several Suits in front of him. Kit stares into the face-piece, his mouth in an unaffected rest position, his eyes dart back in forth through the target reticules, selecting and eliminating all possible threats.

Kit: (voice calm and flat) Enemies sighted, all weapons engaged.

Quick Sylver flies forward, arm rails cutting through Turks, he flips over and opens fire with the head guns, landing he sends out both whips, then proceeds to destroy ever Suit in sight in close-range combat.

Kit: (thinking) The Suit is operating through my mind, it feels like I’m asleep, mind is separated from my body, guess my body wasn’t fast enough for the Suit, it doesn’t matter, I’m surpassing Sylven, that proves I’m a better Pilot than him.

Kit cuts a Suit in half, catches another in his hand and fires into it with the head guns, another gets impaled and thrown into an oncoming group.

Kit: No chance.

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The Alchemists aboard Switch-Blades fly through the fields wreaking havoc and instilling terror into the enemy with their reactions.

Flame Alchemist: Die, die, everybody dies!

As the Gundams slide forward entire platoons burst into flame, great and beautiful flowering vines absorb hundreds, ice rains down from the sky impaling and destroying all those that fall under it, electricity wipes out waves of troops carrying and armored with metal, explosion spring up from the center of one body to destroy dozens.

Blast Alchemist: I like when they go BOOM!

A man screams for mercy as his body boils and readies to blow, he explodes taking out dozens of his comrades.

Complete Metal Alchemist: This cannon fodder is no match for us!

Her Suit bursts forward, driving its hand into on Turk it takes a huge chunk of its body out, the rest falling and exploding behind her.

Complete Metal: Now die!

A great spire of metal springs from her Gundam’s palm and impales another Turkey.

Complete Metal: This is fun…

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Draco: DRAKE!!!!

His blast shreds a whole force of Suits.

Draco: Move forward men! Strike them down.

His soldiers rush the now unprotected parts of the enemy lines, slaughtering the forces ahead.

Allenby: Aphrodite’s Arrow!

The arrow pierces the chest of an ascending enemy Suit. As its body falls and explodes AGNI beams fly through the smoke at her, she easily dodges, but the particle beams wipe out several MXs behind her.

Allenby: Damnit!

Sora fires her Machine Gun near constantly, putting shells from her Suit into the more bold ones.

Sora: I know, we may all be great Pilots, but these underlings are screwed against such high level technology.

Allenby: I don’t get it, how did a bunch of broke nomads get such high level weapons?

Aveian: (sarcastically) Yes, how would the enemies of our Walachian allies get such high level weapons, why it seems almost as if WE made them…

Sora: Yeah, whoever could do a thing like this?

Allenby: You mean…

Sora: (cringing with hatred) Zeru…

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Down, deep in Terminal Dogma Negeta watches on embedded cameras the ongoing battles. The air in the room wavers from heat and humidity, even in the pure red light; all of the operators look sweaty and miserable, while Zeru sits in air conditioned section, comfortable and cool.

Zeru: Isn’t it glorious, watching all these people kill each other for us?

Operator: but we don’t know where this is coming from, the feed is so encrypted, we don’t even know who we sold all our weapons to!

Zeru: We found a group down on their luck, desperate they sought a final solution, so we sewed the seeds within them, giving them weapons, and the technology to create more, these pathetic Cavemen given the power of God, I want to see how they use it.

Operator: But how does this benefit us?

Zeru: These people say that they have a connection to Aveian Wind and those other traitors, so we can use them to weaken if not destroy that little mistake.

Operator: But what if they fail?

Zeru: Then they die, not as if I care about their pathetic Neanderthal lives, let them all die bloody deaths, it just makes for better TV.

Operator: But our troops are over there too, we are obligated to protect them.

Zeru: Rather they win or lose they aren’t coming back, they were just another payment towards killing our enemies, we may as well consider them MIA from now on.

As they speak a huge catapult rises from the ground, displacing thousands of tons of sand.

Zeru: Now lets us see what these pathetic fools will do with the power of their Philosopher’s Stone.

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Foxxy flies over the troops, firing down while dodging the return shellings.

Foxxy: No! You’re not going to get me that easily, I’m going to fight hard, and prove that I’m not a liability, I can do this! I will win!!

She fires the shoulder mounted missiles between the Suits, destroying several per shot, she stabilizes the Gundam to a standing position above them, and fires down on them with the shot guns and chain gun. As she is doing this the whole area starts to rumble, Foxxy had just driven her sword into a Suits chest as she looks over as a sand dune spills down onto the ground, and a huge super-structure rises out.

Foxxy: What the…

A bulk head opens, Mobile Suits start to exit when and AGNI beam tears across the sky, hitting the rising catapult, along with the displaced sand, the explosion sands a blanket of dust out ending all visibility.

Foxxy: What just happened (shock wave hits) Aaaaah!

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Kit easily cuts through the Turkeys, suddenly all indicators point towards a shifting sand dune. He takes towards it at full speed, through the face plate he sees GM’s being fitted and coming up the catapult, his mouth turns from a neutral position to a malevolent sneer, his fangs showing, his eyes changing and nails growing.

Kit: (demented) Oh no you don’t!

His main targeting reticule locks on, the Positron Cannon charges up and fires, the beam turns all the sand beneath it to sand, and pierces directly through the catapult leaving a perfect smoldering hole.

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Zeru watches happily as the structure rises.

Zeru: Now it will end for them…

The great blue and red beam pierces through the structure, causing explosions all across the underground parts of the structure. The beam hitting and piercing plays again and again.

Zeru: WHAT! How could this happen!?!

Operator: (panicked) Main structure heavily damaged, all bulkheads destroyed, the entire base is wide open!

Operator: Catapults 2 and 4 are completely destroyed, shaft number 1 is blocked with rubble, 52% of our GM forces have been wiped out!

Zeru: Damn him! Clear the available shafts, get the remaining forces out there, we have to counter attack!

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Blast Alchemist: Kill, kill, KILL! Boom, boom, BOOM! Die, die, DIE!

Explosion ring out all around her, she laughs manically as the people die, suddenly her Suit stops.

Blast Alchemist: What- What’s happening?

Flame Alchemist: What’s wrong blast?

Blast Alchemist: I… I feel faint…

The Alchemist passes out; her Suit sinks forward at the waist. At this point the giant catapult rises from the ground.

Flame Alchemist: Great! What happens now!?

The catapult explodes.

Flame Alchemist: Could someone fill me in here because I seem to be missing something…

As the other Alchemists gather around the Flame and Blast, GMs start rising from the downed base.

Flame Alchemist: All Mobile Suits prepare for combat!

The Switch-Blades rush in, they fight desperately trying to keep up their defense, but slowly their reactions start to not occur.

Ice Alchemist: What’s happening?

Plant Alchemist: Its not the reactors, they’re working fine.

Complete Metal Alchemist: Does anyone else feel a little…

Her Suit falls forward de-active, and slowly the rest fight on until they get weak and do as well, the final one is Flame, who watches the others helplessly.

Flame Alchemist: Damn… maybe these things weren’t a good idea…

She watches expecting to see her comrades get killed, but as a Turk approaches one of the de-active Suits, it rises up and grips it by the throat, the Switch-Blade stares up as its eyes become human, and the mouth piece breaks open to reveal its teeth, the armor falls off, and it grips the Suit by the neck, breaking the metal, just as that section breaks off and the Suit falls her Switch-Blade destroys the whole thing with one swing of it palm, shattering it into thousands of pieces, so broken apart it can’t even explode.

Flame Alchemist: What… the hell are these things…? (She passes out)

All the other Switch-Blades, including hers rise up and begin to attack.

Meanwhile Aveian and Sora watch on their monitors, while still piloting and fighting.

Sora: What the hell is going on there?

Aveian: It’s a biological integration with the Mobile Suits.

Sora: Biological integration? You mean that there is living material in those weapons?

Aveian: In a way.

Sora: How did you do that? And why?!

Aveian: Not my doing, blame in on the Weaving life Alchemist.

Sora: Weaving life?

Aveian: The could manipulate the aspects of living beings, everything from triggering sexual climax to reversing the function of you liver and kidneys.

Sora: And she did this.

Aveian: She could also bond different parts of the body together, creating new species, chimeras if you would.

Sora: Chimeras, like the ancient Greek kind?

Aveian: Whatever she wanted pig-squirrel, hippo-falcon, lamb-snake, crocodile-wombat…

Sora: (imaging these) That’s just wrong! But, wait! These are all biological organisms, how would you integrate a organic being with an inorganic Mobile Suit.

Aveian: I have no idea, she did it.

Sora: And you just watched?!

Aveian: Of course not, (Sora sighs in relief) I analyzed the process so I could duplicate it.

Sora: Why!?! Who could she do it? Did she get turned upside down, on inside out, lose her soul or something!?

Aveian: In integrating with the Suit the Alchemist lost her original form, she became the core unit of the system, her body mixed with the battery, and her limbs mixed out with the rest of the body.

Aveian sends an image to her, it shows the in workings of the Suit, its metal skeleton and electronics behind the cockpit by the power supply is a naked girl, her skin the color of muscle tissue, she is partially melted into the system, her eyes closed and mouth in a peaceful and eerie smile, her limbs spread towards the Suits limbs, lines of flesh run down them, like vines on veins.

Sora: (retching and covering her mouth) That’s horrible.

Aveian: Her psyche is mixing with the pilots, she’s controlling them like puppets through their blood, using it like a catalyst; horrible or not, they’re a powerful weapon, and keeping us alive right now.

Inside each Suit’s cockpit, you can see a naked ethereal being, embracing the unconscious Alchemists; it stares out the displays with demented eyes on a deranged face.

Weaving Life Alchemist: That’s right, kill them, they need to die, you want to kill them, spill their blood, break their bodies, and send them all to Hell!

A Naked Switch-Blade yells and rushes forward, the new GMs fire at it with their beam pistols, but it descends too fast and tears them apart with it bear hands, the same happening to all the other Blades.

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Inside the control room the Walachian foot soldier watch over all the displays, outside they see all the Turk troops being eliminated far before they reach the open bulkheads.

Soldier: There is no way they’re getting in here, this is so boring.

Soldier 2: Guys! Look what I found!

Soldier 3: Put it up on the main display.

On all the screens it shows a cursor going over to a file, outside Marane presses against the door, listening inside while licking his lips.

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Lord Dracula clashes with more Turks, he cuts one down, then pins him to the ground with his sword, crushing his skull with his boot.

Lord Dracula: I’ve had enough playing around!

He raises the weapon in the cloth sheath, from it comes a giant Kama, the blade being twice as large as even a scythe blade, while the handle is similar to a one handed weapon, just sized up for Dracula’s huge man-hands.

Lord Dracula: For the glory of Walachia!

He swings the Kama once, his energy spills out towards the Turks and as the approach the sand beneath them pulls back like the tide, and suddenly it is midnight to them as a wave of sand hundreds of feet tall crashes down on them. Lord Dracula stands panting and holding his chest.

Lord Dracula: I’m getting too old for this.

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The horse-mounted cavaliers watch as the tower rises, and as it is blown open by a positron cannon blast.

Draka: This is our chance troops! We charge in and get them all!

Cavalier: CHARGE!

The horses gallop straight for the tower; Aveian sees this aboard BlackStar through his monitors.

Aveian: (speaking into his headset) The Walachian cavalry is making a rush for the new structure, all Mobile Suits and foot soldiers cover them. Engage the troops along the path they take to the tower, make sure they make it.

Sora and Aveian change coarse and veer left towards the path.

Allenby: Ah hell! But I guess I may as well help out.

Allenby cuts down several approaching Suits with her ribbon, and then flies off.

Draco: (Watching her on his screen) God you’re a moron Draka! (finishing off a Turk with a sword slash) Now I have to cover for your mistakes, make sure your plan works, and look out for you.

Foxxy: We can end this now (turning hard) If we just make sure they win!

Foxxy opens fire with the chain-gun, destroying several GMs in one burst.

Kit: (indicators beeping, he turns his head, and speaks in monotone) Enemy sighted, engaging targets.

Kit floors the Gundam, closing in on the GMs.

Kit: Targets locked.

He fires the AGNI, cutting a huge gap through their Suits, then, before they can react to that shot, he is among them cutting them apart with the arm spires.

Kit: Targets eliminated.

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Moaning is heard, there is one voice unclear, but they sound pleased, as a male voice tries desperately to stop them, but can’t, and gives into the moans. Inside we see Aveian laying on the floor, Sora on top of him, toying with him.

Soldier: This is so hot!

Soldier 2: Good thing they did it in the surveillance room.

Soldier 4: So many cameras…

Soldier 5: Tell me about it!

Soldier 3: I envy the Commander…

Soldier 2: Anyone else think shirking off guard duty was a bad idea…

Soldier 1: Nah, it’ll all be fine, you’ll see.

Outside Turks run past, a box with wires and blinking red lights left behind them.

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Lord Dracula cuts through the Turk ground forces with his Kama, a mixture of Alchemic force and pure physical strength with sharp metal laying waste to his enemies.

Lord Dracula: I will be victorious, I shall protect my daughter and ensure she will succeed, I will make this a better world for myself and my children, for my people, I CAN NOT FAIL!!!!

He lets loose one huge swipe, cutting a furrow through the land all the way to the tower, wiping out thousands of Turks and dozens of Mobile Suits. Suddenly, he falls forward grasping his chest, he gasps, then retches, spilling deep blood onto the sand.

Lord Dracula: I should stop pushing myself…

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The MX forces slowly wane off their Sniper Rifles and rush in with swords deployed, they cut through the Turks, absorbing the occasional Assault rifle bullet, or loosing one to the destructive yet slow to aim and fire AGNI shots. Then, a green beam of energy pierces one MX in the chest, destroying it in one shot, then more beams come in, taking a heavy toll on the MXs, thinning them out quickly.

MX Pilot: They have beam weapons! (Suit explodes)

GMs march forward with their beam pistols flaring as the shots fly forward to strike down the American and Walachian forces.

GM Pilot: These guys are so easy to kill.

Pilot 2: Especially now that they’re out of power for their rifles!

Pilot 1: It was smart of us to let them use up all their shots on those cannon fodder Turks, now we just rush in and wipe them all out!

Pilot 3: What about those crazed Alchemists in their weird Mobile Suits?

Pilot 1: They’re too busy with the Turkeys; they’ll never make it to us in time.

Pilot 4: INCOMING!

Pilot 1: What!?

The ERA flies down spraying Machine Gun fire, as she passes over she puts a load of Shot Gun shells into them.

Sora: You can’t get away with this that easily!

GM Pilot: (Aiming at Sora) We’ll see about that!

As he takes aim BlackStar grasps his Suit in a claw and blows it apart with the gun in the hand.

GM Pilot: We can take them!

Second Pilot: Wipe them out! Daaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Allenby’s ribbon glides through their Mobile Suits.

Another group of GMs sees Aveian’s group.

GM Pilot: They’ll pay for that.

Draco: DRAKE!!

A drake blast shreds his Suit, Draco drops down from above, impaling one Suit, then slashes apart the other members of the group.

Draco: Fools (sensors screen pops up) speaking of which…

Draka and her group ride by on horse-back towards the tower.

Draco: (Thinking) Just don’t die Draka…

Draco blocks a GM’s beam sword with his, then destroys it with the head-mounted flame-thrower. Behind her the Suit explodes, as Draka rides towards the tower.

Draka: I can win this war, after this it will all be over.

Lord Dracula continues slicing forward with his Giant Kama as he coughs and blood flows from his mouth. Kit, meanwhile continues fighting against the GMs, their better pilots cause him to fight even harder, he starts to jettison the Full Armor parts, he throws the boomerangs, they takes out several Suits before being destroyed, he impales a Suit with one spire and buries the other in another Suit, then breaks them off and rises up, he rises up firing off the wrist guns and the AGNI, as the two of them fight desperately the elevator in the tower starts to run up, Kit fires into the tower, blowing out several sections, he gets a lock on it when a beam grazes the barrel, and he’s forced to launch the AGNI barrel off too, at the top of the tower a larger Turkey flies out, a tall Arabian man standing on the door of the cockpit, holding an old-fashioned long-rifle.

Arabian man: Dracula Spitfire my friend, you have been a very good opponent, but its time for you to die.

As he cocks the bolt, the Raven corps. crew looks up.

Draco: Father…

Draka: Father…

Aveian: What?

Foxxy: (flying towards the Suit) No, I won’t make it!

Kit: (deranged laughter) Time for you to die!

Lord Dracula looks up, his clouded, worn down eyes and worn down face see what is far beyond their vision.

Lord Dracula: It is the end for me.

The Arab fires, and the bullet tears through the Lord forehead.

Kit: Die!

Kit unloads the wrist guns on the Suit, destroying it, the assassin jumps off and descends into the tower.

Draka: (Screaming) YOU BASTARD!

She goes to charge in, but the fallen Gundam lands right in front of her, it detonates, catching her and all her Cavaliers in the blast.

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Micrea: (sensing) Father…?

Explosions ring out across Walachia castle as viewed from outside, the Pilots all look back in horror as they see the stronghold burning.

Aveian: Damn (slamming BlackStar around towards the castle) what the hell is going on!?

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Draka lies on the ground, her breath knocked out from the pressure of the explosion, she has many scratches and cuts from shrapnel, all of her friends either dead or retreating, she tries to move but can’t, in the distance she can see Turk foot-soldiers coming towards her, behind her Kit maneuvers around taking out GMs.

Draka: (barely audible) Kit…

Aveian speeds towards the base.

Aveian: We need to regroup, all troops fall back!

All the Walachian and U.S. troops start heading for the base. Allenby and Foxxy look back.

Allenby: Kit!

Foxxy: Kit!

Kit continues fighting, his insanely sharp mind jumping from enemy to enemy as he cuts them down with his beam swords, but slowly something starts to pierce his concentration.

Foxxy: Kit…

Allenby: Kit…

Draka: Kit…

Foxxy: Kit…

Allenby: Kit…

Foxxy: Kit…

Allenby: Kit…

Foxxy: Kit…

Draka: Kit…

Kit shrugs it off, or tries to…

Allenby: Kit!

Kit’s eyes widen, his pupils return and he gasps.

Kit: Allenby?

Ja Ne

(Sad music)

Foxxy: This isn’t good, what are we going to do? I don’t know what is going on! Will Kit get back to normal, what is going to happen to Draka, I don’t even know if anyone is alive in the base. So many deaths, and I feel like things are going to get worse. I just hope we all get out of this alive, I can’t take any more deaths. Absolute Power: Mission 22: Scars That Do Not Heal. Don’t lose what you fought so hard to gain Kit.

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