Conrad Eagle, Riley Guardstein, Takuto Satoyama and Zach Ayers
Location - EAUN “Vanguard”, Near the Bridge
Date - Monday, April 16th, 11:20AM
Cinque take over and do not crash us on the station.
The blonde officer gave a simple nod and a salute.
“Roger, Captain.”
Chen spoke up, with a surprisingly serious tone for once.
“Conrad-jun. We should probably prepare ourselves for some visitors. Our current behavior sticks out like a sore thumb and the pirates can only waylay the Ark Royal for so long. At the very least someone will be sent to investigate the matter.”
A moment later, the serious tone vanished, only to be replaced with her usual teasing grin.
“But maybe divine providence will smile upon us! Maybe these gallant space pirates will defeat the evil EAU monsters and whisk us away to a life of romantic swashbuckling~!”
It would seem that you were on a timer as well, in addition to everything else.
“Hoo? Fufufu. At this rate, I maybe might fancy myself a role as a fortune teller, rather than a military officer.”
However, In an ironic twist, just as if to completely undermine everything word that Chen had just said moments later, your breath was taken away, as you saw a sight that you would remember for the rest of your days.
Zhen Hoshi, Yamada Taro, Sylvia Hanaika, Captain Jin Yeong Song
Location -Desponia Orbital Facility, Space
Date - Monday, April 16th, 11:224AM
Altoris Sao & Zhen Hoshi
You should fall back Altoris: this station will crumble down in time no matter what they do, your unit's in a rather sorry state,
"But first, let's clear your way back. There's an unwelcome guest near the Marchosias..."
A communications screen popped up on Zhen’s tactical UI, displaying an unusually serious-looking looking Altoris.
It was clear that the blue-haired pilot was referring to your earlier covering fire. Really, it wasn’t something that deserved even mentioning. The two of you were wingmates and something like that was natural. Not to mention it was a part of your mission, to begin with. However, it did seem like Altoris was somewhat rattled by the fact that without your cover, he would have been turned into nothing more but a half-melted shower of metal and composite fragments. In hindsight, this was definitely not how you were used to fighting your fights either. The Marchosias usually had an advantage over its opponents due to their advanced custom suits, but this kind of fight…
In any case, this was not a chain of thought you wanted to fully follow through.
Hesitation in a battlefield like this was death.
In an elegant flourish of motion, you reoriented the Azure Wing and leveled Claire de Lune at the white-green Rubicon in the distance.
And then you saw it.
Yamada Taro
With an almost primal roar that contained all of the burning emotions that were coursing through your veins, Yamada pushed down the acceleration lever.
In an insane burst of acceleration that felt like it was tearing your own face, Mandragora shot off towards the GUARDIAN in front of you, as if it was a round fired from a railgun. Before the enemy mobile suit could even react your "hand" had clasped the “head” of the enemy suit. You could feel the fingers of the brown and black Rubicon groan under the sudden amount of intense stress applied to them. The Mandragora wasn’t really designed for this type of combat, but rather for maximum flexibility in order to use the variety of weapons created by the Michihi.
At the moment, you couldn’t care less about something like that.
With another guttural roar on your lips, the Mandragora flung around the GUARDIAN by its head like a hapless ragdoll, before throwing it towards the only other target you could make out at the moment.
Its own ally.
Within less than a second, the enemy Mobile Suit had accelerated to approximately 800 km/h and less than two-tenths of a second after reaching that speed, it drove into its target. Normally, such an impact would not be able to fully destroy a GUARDIAN outright, at least not space, where some of the collision would be offset by the void of space. However, the GUARDIAN you had thrown was already in dire straights from the earlier fight and was unable to deal with such an impact, causing its power reservoir to go critical.
Which, in turn, sealed the fate for both of your enemies.
However, both the explosion of your foes and your raging emotions were wiped clean by another sight.
Sylvia Hanaika
This must have been what hell looked like.
Fortunately, the sword-wielding suit suddenly moved backward instead of continuing with its assault.
Unfortunately, that was so that it would not in the range for the explosive missiles and another follow-up beam attack from the morphing custom suit further away.
Utter nonsense.
“The glorious emperor rises, my ass.”
Your push of the activation was a gesture of petty irritation, nothing more.
Someone was here. She was not alone. A foreign presence suddenly filled the entire cockpit. Wait… foreign? No, Sylvia was the outsider here. How could she not feel it before? Now that she had been made aware of it, there was no way she could not notice it. More than sight or sound, it was the feel of the cockpit. Its very essence. Like an apartment, that someone had lived in for so long that it had become inseparable from its owner. It permeated the very fabric of this… thing, down to the smallest nut and bolt. This Rubicon had never belonged to Sylvia Hanaika.
She had been merely using it.
All of Sylvia’s senses screamed at her to flee, to do anything to leave this place.
Almost on reflex, your fist headed towards the emergency ejection button.
...only to instantly stop in its tracks midway.
“Please, my dear. We can’t have you do something rash like that, now can we?”
“We have a "war" to win, after all.”
A silvery chuckle reached your ears, wrong and alien in every way that mattered.
“Now, my little toy emperor. Why don’t you raise your hand for me?”
Sylvia watched in horror as her hand rose.
In an almost mocking mirror image, the Alloro’s last remaining hand rose to grasp the distant stars above.
Everything in her sight vanished.
Space twisted like rotten fruit as everything around her was ground down to its very essence. Nothing could stand against it. Everything in this world came from it and everything in this world was destined to return to that state in the future. A homogenous paste of basic particles with no sentience, meaning, or purpose. Sylvia could not even register the two suits that had attacked her earlier or the ship that had been in the distance. How could she have? They were objects made by foolish men.
And things made by men were the most impermanent of all things.
Ideals? Hope? Justice? Revenge?
Even her
solitude was meaningless in the eyes of the world.
“Indeed, my dear. Isn’t it amusing?”
“
...ha...hah...hahahaha….
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Was she laughing because she was
told it was amusing or because it was the only right course of action in this nonsensical situation?
In the void of all things, Sylvia Hanaika broke apart like everything else made by men.
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