OOC: Memory Five
The environment was tingling with both the tense atmosphere of a fight and the burning impulses of adrenaline coursing through his system. His heart beat quickly, though his hands remained steady at their controls- controls he can see this time. Numerous screens and readouts surrounded him, all letting him know vital information- critical damage, it informed, the use of at least two parts of the equipment out of commission.
A Gundam, then. That's what they had determined- Massive, single-pilot War Machines. He was glad to see the inside of one, though the memory didn't focus on the information from the HUD for long.
"I really screwed up. Damnit." Hallelujah spoke- using their body. His eyes closed for a moment. As they opened, the reflection beside him turned to speak. Hallucinating, as usual- at least that wasn't anything strange.
"Hallelujah-"
"Go away, Allelujah," He snarled. "You're useless when it comes to matters of life and death." The golden eye narrowed at the visualization of Allelujah in the reflection. "I will live on, even if it means the blood of others will flow."
"I'll live on too." Allelujah assured him quietly.
"What?"
"I haven't heard the world's reply on hat the fighting means. Until I find that out, I will not die."
Hallelujah smirked. "So you've finally decided to be useful?~" his hands came up to pull the helmet off-- even with the visor up, it was too restraining, too stifling. "Well then," He smiles, "Let's show that girl what a true 'supersoldier' is." As he spoke, he ran his fingers through his hair, shoving the curtain from his eyes and widening his field of vision. His hands returned to the controls afterwards, expertly moving to kick the machine into motion.
It was as though a sudden change had come over him- He could read information, make analysis and predictions as to the enemies' actions, and plan all in a moment, each side of his brain trusting the other to keep up. As soon as his mobile suit moved, he could see where he had been- pressed against the back of a asteroid. The information was taken in and processed in a half-instant and he continued. There were two targets. Enemy suits- the display labeled them as GN-X's- what a GN-X was, he wasn't sure and he didn't care. They had to be destroyed, now, and that was all that really mattered to him-- tothem. They were in unison.
A voice came in from across the comm-link- he had left it open, apparently. "There it is!" A man's voice. The display told him that it came from the mobile suit- the GN-X in the lead. As the pilot spoke, it lifted it's gun, instantly beginning to fire at him. The movement was anticipated, moving exactly as it should-- The appearance of the near-crippled Gundam would draw fire immediately.
"Entering attack course." Allelujah noted simply. Hallelujah grinned, picking up the words where his other had left off. "Let's see you dodge this!" The controls were twisted and the shots from the GN-X passed by them harmlessly. The shots continued coming, but each one was expected, mapped out, and the controls were maneuvered to dodge every time. "Hurry up with adjusting the axis," "Attack simultaneously with the leg!" They spoke back and forth, Allelujah focusing on tactical strategies and Hallelujah handling the pure battle instinct and retaliation.
The Gundam's foot (It's only foot left, one of the flashing warning lights told him) slammed into one of the GN-X's, a pained voice coming from the open comm link. A feminine voice. The other unit called back to her- "Lieutenant!" The older man. Less interesting. Without losing speed, though, he shifted the controls and the Gundam shot it's arm out (It's only arm left, another display let him now what critical condition the machine was in,) and the shield upon it split apart to unveil a claw. Allelujah let out a growl as he caused the claw to extend, watching through the display as it severed the arm from the older man's GN-X, slinging the enemy suit against the female-Lieutenant's easily.
"Colonel!" So he was a colonel- two officers, without any support around them. Still, 'Colonel' wasted no time in continuing the barrage of his energy rifle, even with a chunk of his suit missing. A shot was deflected with the claw, and then again with the leg as the Gundam flipped, doing... something.
Transforming. That's what it was. It was a stupid move, when missing half of his suit, but allowed him to gain distance between himself and the duo, leaving them to struggle to find a plan.
"It's moving differently," 'Colonel' was quick to point out the obvious.
"Why is that unit able to..." 'Lieutenant' was a little more curious with her words. Their opinions didn't matter, though- it was his--their-- role to destroy the enemy mobile suits right now. It was what they had been designed for.
"I'm different from what you've seen before~" Hallelujah laughed, before the tone of his voice switched down for a moment. "Isn't that right, Hallelujah?" Allelujah annotated. Shots were dodged and he came at 'Colonel' again with the claw, tearing the other arm from the GN-X's body. It had no weaponry now- it was useless.
"Colonel!" The way the girl screamed was delightful to part of him. She began reacting more passionately, increasing her efforts in trying to kill him, though every shot was just a little too slow as he maneuvered past her, behind a rock, and out of sight.
He grinned to himself, fingers deftly moving over the control sets. This was too easy- despite the way his heart raced, adrenaline racing through his bloodstream and breathing came in quick, he was at ease here, fighting. By the time that sense of hers alerted him as to his position, he had a beam saber drawn, descending for the kill. The girl was fast, though- fast enough to draw her own and hold him at bay.
"Wh-Why?" She demanded. "I'm the perfect Super Soldier!" The girly was so sure of herself, he was sure. He could read it in her voice- the indignation, the pride, and breaking that was delicious.
He laughed easily. "You don't get it at all, Girly."
"What?!"
"You're not a perfect super soldier," He announced to her happily. "Super reflexes ability is made possible by Quantum Brainwaves... but your mind can't catch up with your reflexes! You're just like an animal, acting out on instinct!"
"That's not true!" As she spoke, her suit fired from the small, fore-head mounted guns, but it was too late- he had already withdrawn from the showdown with beam sabers. A quick movement and he had moved above her, unknown to the girl.
"...That's why I can read your movements." He purred, allowing her to see where he had gone. "The fusion of reflexes and higher-level thinking..." As he spoke, he coaxed the machine to move into a more battle-ready pose. "That's what a true super soldier should be like." And another command was given to the console- Trans-Am. He didn't know what that meant, but it caused the edges of his display to burn red.
"That glow!" Girly-Lieutenant didn't seem to like that.
"So that's what they meant..." he had forgotten that Colonel was there.
"You--!" And she was after him again, giving in so easily to her rage.
"Lieutenant!" At least one of them had a brain, he noted.
She chased after him immediately, trying desperately to shoot him down- the shots seemed to be missing by greater distances now, though, and he was easily able to swing around and come back with the claw ready to tear the arm off of her GN-X- and then return for the leg. The third sweep would impale the cockpit.
"Goodbye, Girly!~" He called happily to her.
"Lieutenant!" In an instant, the Colonel had maneuvered his crippled suit into the way, preventing her from being impaled. Hallelujah frowned at that development. The two other pilots exchanged some commands, but his focus was on detaching from the suit before him.
"Do it now, Peries!" The Colonel's order was the last thing he heard before the screen went red- both with the display of the beam weaponry, the systems telling him of the fuselage failure, and various other warnings. As he moved to correct this, though, there was a loud popping noise, smoke and glass projected at him, and everything went red again.
Someone was screaming- but the communication link was down. It was probably him, then, because otherwise the cockpit was dark, and silent. He was clutching his face in pain, globs of red floating away from him to hang with the shards of glass in the air around him. Hallelujah let out a pained growl. Allelujah whimpered. His surroundings faded as he closed his eye, and faded even more than that when the memory ended.
(Sound/Sight/Touch memory, from Episode 25, season 1. Menclave subs used for dialogue.
...Also written at like 5 AM, so yeah.)