Quote:Oh, good. The 'Blaze' thing worked exactly the way I'd intended it to... though I really wish I'd been able to go for more than a single episode before I let it slip.
Y'know, I really hadn't pegged Blaze as being Cagalli. It certianly makes sense though. My, but that's a motley crew of pilots though - Mu, Murrue, Cagalli and Kira I recognise, the last I don't. Natarle? The line about duty would fit.
And, yeah, I like it. You called all five of them correctly, BTW - the two commandos got pointed at the farthest suits, which Kira and Cagalli had already commandeered. Of course, I'm looking forward to the last addition to that lineup, who won't show up until the next arc, but even that's saying too much.
The GINN slid the sword from its waist and raised it high before bringing the weapon back down just a split second before the gun-wielding prototype's pilot could shove it out of the way. Both of the remaining captured suits tore themselves free from their bracing and moved to assist as it crashed to the ground, though, surprisingly, it didn't look like the sword had actually severed or crushed anything.
"No you don't!" Blaze - Cagalli - shouted, and raked a spray of cannon fire across the seams of the black suit's shoulder joints.
Kira shoved the throttles of his suit all the way open and yelled - partly in exhilaration but mostly in sheer terror - as what felt like three times his own weight sat on his chest and the seventy-ton machine ripped free of its bindings and hurtled across the room to slam into his friend's target before it could finish raising its arm to target her still-immobile machine.
If he hadn't fastened his restraints on instinct after he climbed in then the impact likely would have killed him, launching him from the control seat and into the main display with enough force to shatter even a Coordinator's sturdy skull. As it was, it took a moment to regain his breath - and his sense of balance - just in time to throw his suit off of his victim and avoid being spitted by the beam saber the magenta one was wielding. As he scrambled to pull his suit away and to its feet he could see the blue and white machine Bla-Cagalli had commandeered go after his attacker with a similar weapon in either hand.
When he glanced back at the black suit, it was completely gone. "Wha? Where...?"
When he looked back over the sensor records later, he would decide that it was the slight shimmer, almost like heated air, that had warned him, but at the time all he knew was that by the time the shadowy mobile suit's camoflage had flickered he had already launched himself out of the way. The clawed... thing it had fired slashed through the space where his own suit had been, then kept going straight towards the ZAFT machine that had been wrestling with the gun-wielding prototype
The GINN - abruptly he remembered the name - yanked its sword around and swatted the thing from the air, the brought the blade back up to sever the cable trailing behind it with the false edge. Then it dropped it, grasp loosening in a surprisingly human fashion as what looked for all the world like a sharpened steel telephone pole impaled it straight through, just above the center of mass.
When it exploded Kira decided that moving would be a good idea, since he remembered seeing three of those spear things attached to the black suit's shield.
He had about concluded that it was time to panic - with one of the enemies trying to kill him able to turn invisible and it and both of its allies piloted by trained military personel versus a pair of college students who were outnumbered besides - but then the roof came down.
Heehee. Ain't I a stinker?
Ja, -n
===============================================
"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"