Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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Chapter XI

Zorin fell forward and sprawled his hands out over the panel, trying to keep himself steady. A mysterious bullet had hit him in the lower thigh, just above his butt. He threw one of his arms back to swing himself around and see the source of the mysterious fire. In front of him he saw Hibiki, still alive, and limping towards him with his luger held in a death grip in his right hand. "You know something Zorin? I had a feeling something like this would happen. You were always such an intellectual, not at all adverse to questioning orders. I knew I couldn't trust you." The limping scientist fired another shot, but it missed and ricocheted off the control panel as Ben used his other one good leg and his arms to swing himself over to the other side. He looked down again at his wound and put both his hands down in a vain effort to stop the bleeding. The sounds of Ulen's shuffling feet began to get closer and closer, and the Zaft agent turned his attention towards finding a suitable weapon. The only firearm was several feet in front of him, and reaching for it meant revealing his head to his enemy.

"C'mon Zorin. Let's not make this anymore painful than it has to be. For both of us." The irritating taunt angered the Captain, who continued to formulate a possible plan. He turned his head and saw to his left a dead scientist, then turned his head back and did a double-take as something caught his attention. He could see a tiny round head of some sort sticking out from the man's boot. He reached his hand over and fingered the object, pulling it out of the boot, and seeing to relief that it was knife. The blade flicked out as he pressed a small metallic button, and Zorin had an idea. He propped himself sitting up against the back of the panel, his wounded leg hanging out as his other bent and prepared for a moment to jump.

"I told you before, I've crossed centuries for this. I think in total, it would probably equal about 315 years if you count that time I spent in my lab before you destroyed it." Ulen came closer and closer to the machine, and prepared his pistol for the final shot. He lowered his arm and stepped one final time.

Ben sprang up on his good leg and stabbed the knife directly into the bottom of the scientist's wrist. It exploded out the other side and blood spurted upwards like a fountain. Hibiki screamed in pain and threw his hand back, tossing the gun behind him. The Zaft agent then withdrew and stuck the knife into his enemy's thigh, this time not taking care enough to remove it. He dropped down, exhausted from the lack blood and the strain of the fight. Ulen staggered back before removing the knife from his thigh before regaining his composure and coming up behind his assailant. He grabbed hold of Zorin's head, pulled it back, and rammed the knife into his chest. Ben's entire body suddenly felt weak as blood began to slowly drain out his mouth. Hibiki laughed slightly, before throwing the man aside. Zorin's eyes were still wide open as he clutched his chest and watched Hibiki stagger towards the portal. The deranged man mounted the steps and stopped just before walking into the swirling void. "Power...." He muttered silently.

Suddenly, the roof over the warehouse ripped open. Hibiki's eyes shot skyward and he saw the head of a gundam staring down at him. A pair of hands appeared and began to rend the metal of the roof, tearing an enormous hole. A second gundam appeared overhead, this one hovering above the other and holding an active beam saber. The machine reared its arms up and stabbed the weapon directly downward into the generator. Zorin smiled slightly as the portal suddenly expanded, and Hibiki, who found himself caught in the reaction, seemed to vaporize almost instantaneously. His vision became fuzzy as he saw the gundams fly straight up and then drop down. It went black just as they entered the still expanding vortex.

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Berlin Radio Broadcast. June 25, 1935. And here's is today's news, brought to you on by the Reich ministry of information. Our top story today, both police and military officials are baffled by an explosion that occurred about 15 kilometers outside Berlin late last night. A perfunctory investigation has produced no evidence of any bomb-making material or malfunction with machine equipment, ruling out the possibility of terrorism or an industrial accident. Though this explosion has caused many officials to worry, SS chief Heydrich has stated he will most likely call off any further investigation unless similar incidents occur within a short period of time or directly threaten either the Fuhrer or the general populace...

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Yzak slowly opened his eyes and saw a fuzzy world in front of him. He reached up and rubbed them, trying to remove the blur and bring the world back into focus. The various multi-colored blobs around the cockpit slowly began to take shape, and the silver-haired boy could hear a soft under-current of muffled words. "Eeah...," he heard before closing his eyes again. "Eaahk. Eesak. Yzak!" The words suddenly hit him like a freight train and his eyes snapped all the way open. He shook his head a little and then turned it to see his comm-screen. "Yzak, are you okay?"

"Yeah...I'm fine. Where are we?"

"We're home, I think. We're somewhere near the wreckage of Junius 7." Yzak's memory suddenly kicked in. Without speaking a word, he turned his gundam around and blasted into the floating debris. "Wait! Yzak! Where the hell are you going!?" shouted Dearka who turned on his thrusters and followed close behind. "Yzak!?"

"The lab! Hibiki's lab is around here!"

"What?"

"Hibiki's lab is set up somewhere around here. We've got to destroy it."

"Well where is it?" asked Dearka

"I don't fucking know! Zorin didn't say exactly where it was. Just, help me find it." Dearka paused for a second before proceeding to help his friend.

The pair spent a good twenty minutes flying in and out of the wreckage before they stopped and exchanged words. "Fuck! Where the hell is it?" asked Dearka.

"I don't fucking know!" replied Yzak who was beginning to sound more and more anxious. Alright, Just stop. Think for a second. Where was I when the explosion happened. It's not too far from here. He continued to maneuver his way through the wreckage, taking careful notice of any suspicious looking materials. Yzak stopped as Dearka continued to pop in and out from the wreckage. He was hearing a faint sound, sort of like the pushing of a slow moving ship. No, more like the sound made by the gravitational rings around the Plants. "Yzak, I think...."

"Shut up! Sit still for a second." he quietly commanded his friend. He began to notice the sound was not just coming from one spot, it was all around him. He pushed his thrusters up just slightly and moved forward. He turned back to find the sound somewhat more faint. Again, he turned up on his thrusters and moved forward. The sound once more became more faint, almost inaudible. Yzak then noticed something else. Floating around a good -sized portion of the wreckage was a large rotating ring. "Dearka, get out here quick!" shouted Yzak into his comm-screen. The Buster gundam rotated to the direction of the duel and blasted its way forward until it stood next to its fellow machine.

"What is it?" asked Dearka.

"I think I found it." replied Yzak. Dearka turned his head to see the rotating ring that hung around the wreckage of the colony. "Holy shit..."

Without hesitation, the pair of gundams turned the weapons towards the floating wreckage and unleashed a barrage of lethal projectiles. They found their mark on the as the wreckage exploded into a fireball that glowed brilliantly for a few brief seconds before settling. The two pilots remained silent as they waited to see if there efforts had been in vain.

Nothing happened. Everything remained the same.

Yzak laid his head back and sighed a sigh of relief before turning to his comm-screen. "I think we did it. Are you still there Dearka?" The blonde pilot jokingly began to pat himself all over his body.

"Apparently."

"I think we did it then." Dearka said nothing, simply nodding his head back and forth.

"Well, let's fly out and see if we can contact one of our ships."

Dearka sighed again. "Amen." he replied quietly.