prompt 305 action/adventure
Title: Motives
Author: ingvild
Characters: Une, Mariemaia-soldiers
Rating/word count: All ages, 612 words
Summary: It is time for Mariemaia’s takeover, and some of her flunkies are at a command centre. Are they prepared for what will come?
Marek Vaculescu’s family had lived in outer space for as long as outer space had human habitation. He had chafed along so many others as Earth Government tightened their stranglehold on the already marginalized space colonies. He had raged silently as his own colony government had sold out the Gundams and fallen in line behind OZ. He had cheered silently as White Fang rose and presented a credible threat. He had watched in betrayed surprise as the Gundams ended up protecting Earth, and had finally disappeared, leaving the colonies as part of the new Earth Sphere Unified Nation. And finally, he had decided that he’d had enough of sitting on the sidelines. When he heard the discreet recruitment call coming to all disgruntled colonists to join forces under Dekim Barton and Mariemaia Khushrenada, he jumped on it.
Kelly Armitage had been a part of White Fang before it was brought down. She’d escaped pursuit from the people rounding up the last remains simply by abandoning her easy disguise as facilitated by her naturally androgynous looks and took up life as a woman again, never mentioning her stint in men’s clothing as a soldier of a radical group. She had believed in White Fang, believed in Quinze and the cause and maybe even in that madman they brought in to lead them, Milliardo Peacecraft. After the fall, after the “peace”, she went back to a normal life, always seething over their defeat. When the call came, she jumped on it.
Eugene Solaire had never been much of a radical. He hadn’t believed in White Fang, or the Gundams before them. He didn’t particularly believe in Mariemaia and Dekim now. Eugene was merely into it for the thrill of combat. He daily cursed the fact that a neural imbalance made him incapable of piloting a mobile suit, but at least his naturally commanding nature set him in charge here at the secondary command centre. He had jumped nearly before the call came.
None of them saw it coming.
One moment they were manning the stations, reading the flow of battle (such as it was) and issuing orders, keeping an eye on the populace and making sure that no new threat would come from them. The next, the door was blown in and a smoke grenade was thrown, making everyone’s eyes water.
Eugene Solaire had the time to register the laser sight of a gun on his chest before he was hit with a sedation bullet.
Kelly Armitage evaded the initial shot only to realize that it had been aimed at the person behind her, who toppled forwards and hit her, throwing her off balance long enough that the second shot got her.
Marek Vaculescu watched in horror through the smoke as his comrades fell, one after the other. Eyes stinging from smoke-induced tears, he moved from his cover and edged close to the wall until he found the switch for the fans in the roof. As the smoke cleared, he saw that he was the only one left. Him…and one other.
“Colonel Une,” he hissed. “Or Ambassador?”
The tall woman straightened, and smoothened out her jacket. She looked at him with cold brown eyes.
“It’s commander, now,” she said cooly.
Marek rushed at her. She stepped away easily and kneed him in the stomach, finally knocking him out with a rough chop to the back of his neck.
The Commander of the Preventers looked around the room at all the controls and the people lying around, all of them unconscious. She couldn’t dally. She had to get into Mariemaia’s base before the little girl made a mistake she wouldn’t live long enough to regret.
A/N: Words cannot describe how much I love the fact that when Une comments on how Mariemaia doesn’t know what she’s doing, that she’s only being manipulated by Dekim, she’s the only one standing in a room full of Mariemaia soldiers.
Author: ingvild
Characters: Une, Mariemaia-soldiers
Rating/word count: All ages, 612 words
Summary: It is time for Mariemaia’s takeover, and some of her flunkies are at a command centre. Are they prepared for what will come?
Marek Vaculescu’s family had lived in outer space for as long as outer space had human habitation. He had chafed along so many others as Earth Government tightened their stranglehold on the already marginalized space colonies. He had raged silently as his own colony government had sold out the Gundams and fallen in line behind OZ. He had cheered silently as White Fang rose and presented a credible threat. He had watched in betrayed surprise as the Gundams ended up protecting Earth, and had finally disappeared, leaving the colonies as part of the new Earth Sphere Unified Nation. And finally, he had decided that he’d had enough of sitting on the sidelines. When he heard the discreet recruitment call coming to all disgruntled colonists to join forces under Dekim Barton and Mariemaia Khushrenada, he jumped on it.
Kelly Armitage had been a part of White Fang before it was brought down. She’d escaped pursuit from the people rounding up the last remains simply by abandoning her easy disguise as facilitated by her naturally androgynous looks and took up life as a woman again, never mentioning her stint in men’s clothing as a soldier of a radical group. She had believed in White Fang, believed in Quinze and the cause and maybe even in that madman they brought in to lead them, Milliardo Peacecraft. After the fall, after the “peace”, she went back to a normal life, always seething over their defeat. When the call came, she jumped on it.
Eugene Solaire had never been much of a radical. He hadn’t believed in White Fang, or the Gundams before them. He didn’t particularly believe in Mariemaia and Dekim now. Eugene was merely into it for the thrill of combat. He daily cursed the fact that a neural imbalance made him incapable of piloting a mobile suit, but at least his naturally commanding nature set him in charge here at the secondary command centre. He had jumped nearly before the call came.
None of them saw it coming.
One moment they were manning the stations, reading the flow of battle (such as it was) and issuing orders, keeping an eye on the populace and making sure that no new threat would come from them. The next, the door was blown in and a smoke grenade was thrown, making everyone’s eyes water.
Eugene Solaire had the time to register the laser sight of a gun on his chest before he was hit with a sedation bullet.
Kelly Armitage evaded the initial shot only to realize that it had been aimed at the person behind her, who toppled forwards and hit her, throwing her off balance long enough that the second shot got her.
Marek Vaculescu watched in horror through the smoke as his comrades fell, one after the other. Eyes stinging from smoke-induced tears, he moved from his cover and edged close to the wall until he found the switch for the fans in the roof. As the smoke cleared, he saw that he was the only one left. Him…and one other.
“Colonel Une,” he hissed. “Or Ambassador?”
The tall woman straightened, and smoothened out her jacket. She looked at him with cold brown eyes.
“It’s commander, now,” she said cooly.
Marek rushed at her. She stepped away easily and kneed him in the stomach, finally knocking him out with a rough chop to the back of his neck.
The Commander of the Preventers looked around the room at all the controls and the people lying around, all of them unconscious. She couldn’t dally. She had to get into Mariemaia’s base before the little girl made a mistake she wouldn’t live long enough to regret.
A/N: Words cannot describe how much I love the fact that when Une comments on how Mariemaia doesn’t know what she’s doing, that she’s only being manipulated by Dekim, she’s the only one standing in a room full of Mariemaia soldiers.