Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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Chapter VI

The normally quiet, calm little cabin in Brooklyn where Yzak had his first encounter with the American resistance was now filled with about 15 resistance fighters forming a circle around Jack and Vin. They chattered away with moderate noise until Jack started to wave his arms up and down to silence them. "Alright. Everyone shut up." The conversing of the crowd slowly died and everyone turned their attention to the 17-year-old. "Now listen up. We just got word from Mike Leehan that we have some people inside that German facility in the city. Charley and this new guy Yzak are scoping it out right now."

"Well, what're they doing there?" asked an anonymous voice. Vin turned to the direction of the question.

"We think there may be a prisoner in there, one who could prove useful to us."

"Yeah, that guy I told you about, Yzak, has a friend they think might have been captured by the Germans."

"What? What the hell is Charley doin' risking his neck for some fucking stranger?"

"Listen, this is much bigger than that. These two guys have access to those robots. If we rescue his friend, this means we could have two of them for our use. Now, the reason you're all here is because we need some volunteers."

"For what?"

"We need at least eight people for a possible attack on the facility."

"What? Are you fucking crazy!" called out someone before the cabin erupted in protest.

"I said shut up!" shouted Jack over the voices of his comrades. "Now listen...we need people who are willing to provide some cover if our guys need bailing out."

"C'mon. You expect us to get ourselves killed for some kid we don't even know?"

"No, I don't," said Jack sounding frustrated with their insubordination. "Here's what I expect. Our leader is in there, and if he gets into trouble, he expects us to help him. Now, I know I'm going to help him."

"Yeah, me too." added Vin.

"All you need to decide is whether or not you're going to help us."

The room stayed silent. Jack and Vin looked around at all of their compatriots. "Now, any volunteers?" asked Jack.

Slowly, one by one, everyone raised their hand.

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It had been about two days since Hibiki's men had last beat Dearka. This was strange, as he had come to normally expect an interrogation session every day. He sat on the cold floor of his cell upright, his back propped up against the wall and his legs lying straight out in front of him. His bruises had had some time to heal and he could see again out of his left eye which had swelled shut for a few days. Again, he could here the sounds of the two SS guards chatting away in German. He was alone, silently contemplating the situation.

Maybe this is the end. Maybe I'm supposed to die here. He sighed heavily. Even if I make it out of here alive, how the hell do I get back to my own time? For all his life, Dearka had always tried to make a reputation for himself as a badass. He was never one to accept someone else's terms. But now, actually felt hapless. He felt like a child who wanted nothing more to feel the warm embrace of his mother. He tried to hold the back the tears but was failing. This whole mess was finally getting the better of him. "Oh God." he said tearfully as he slumped down and lay against the tile. He coughed slightly before trying to close his eyes.

Please God, just let me die.

His plea for peace however was interrupted when he heard the sound of two additional voices shouting orders at the guards. "You! Open this door."

"I'm sorry herr, but doctor Hibiki ordered..."

"I don't give a damn about this Hibiki! Now we have direct orders from the Fuhrer himself to inspect this facility and his authority overrides this Hibiki's! Now open this fucking door!"

There was a silence between the two parties for a brief period of time before the guard responded. "Jawuhl." He fumbled around with a ring of keys before he found the right one and slid it into the lock. Dearka cringed as he heard the sound of the bolt unlocking, as he knew he was too weak to fight back. The first figure that stepped in was Charley, so Dearka assumed that he was just some SS stooge, but when the second figure arrived, Dearka's jaw nearly dropped. The silver-haired boy slowly turned his head and saw his friend in a state which was most displeasing to his eye.

Dearka...he thought. There was a sudden lump forming in his throat. When Yzak saw his battered friend, every spiteful emotion that a person can muster came to his mind. He wanted nothing more that to kill every single Nazi he could lay his hands on. He wanted to find Hitler himself and kill him. He wanted....he wanted Hibiki. He wanted Hibiki to feel the pain that Dearka was feeling right now. The feelings of rage, however, quickly subsided and were replaced with sadness when he realized that he couldn't do anything at this point. He choked back the tears and walked over to his bloodied and broken comrade, kneeling down and placing his mouth close to his ear. "Don't worry. We're coming for you." Dearka managed a small smile and then closed his eyes and fell asleep. He then arose and turned back to Charley. He nodded and the pair exited from the room. "We've seen all we need to see here." said the older man. The then turned and exited from whence they came.

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"The new equipment is ready as you requested. As soon as the first test run is over, we can prepare for the actual thing."

"Execellent" replied Hibiki to one of his white lab-coat clad comrades. "Today marks the beginning of a new era for the human race. What we have created is far greater than any coordinator."

"Sir," called out a voice from behind. "There's something you should have a look at here." Ulen turned to see Zorin pointing to a series of television screens that dotted the wall. The doctor walked over and gazed up at them as Ben pointed to the screen second from the left. "I think we have intruders."

The two of them observed a strange pair of SS guards, one of whom had long silver-hair draped down from under his cap.

"I think you're right."

"There shouldn't be any officers in this facility. I'll sound the alarm." as Zorin tried to step away, Hibiki grabbed him by the arm. "No wait. Let's just see what they're going to do."

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After ten or fifteen minutes, Yzak had calmed down and begun to speak with the resistance leader. "What is it you think they're building here."

"I'm not sure. Our best guess was that this was a weapons facility, but as to what weapons they're building, we're at a loss."

"Seems hardly surprising." replied the silver haired boy. "Ulen Hibiki was somewhat of a genius, or better yet, is somewhat of a genius. Whatever he's constructing here, is anyone's guess."

"Why exactly is he a genius?"

"He was a great genetic scientist."

"Was he a natural?"

"Yes, but he made great leaps for the coordinators. Some say he attempted to create an "ultimate coordinator" but things went disastrously wrong, and....well, no one knows really knows what happened to his creation." Of course he was lying. After the events on the Mendel colony, he knew exactly what hadhappened tohis so-called failed experiment.

"So what do you think he's providing for the Germans? You think he's making coordinators for them?"

Yzak stopped. He didn't approve of the word "making", but it occurred to him that this was a real possibility. "It could be."

The pair turned a corner that opened into a very large room with various control panels and a large pair of steel bolted doors on one side. In the room, there were four black- uniformed Allegemeine SS guards, complete with MP-40 submachine-guns. They bore striking resemblance to the officer whom Yzak first encountered in the forest on the first day, but they had fewer awards on their tunics. As the two approached the steel doors, the four guards surrounded them, their machine guns at the ready. Charley cleared his throat before speaking. "By direct order of the Fuhrer, we are to inspect this facility. Now we demand you show us what is through that door."

"We're sorry. But Dr. Hibiki has ordered that no one can enter through these doors without special clearance."

Yzak immediately found it strange that these guards spoke without German accents, but continued to allow Charley to speak.

"Now listen here! I am growing tired of hearing of this Hibiki fellow. Either you allow us into that room, or..."

"I'm afraid your Fuhrer's orders will have to wait. We should warn you, doctor Hibiki gave us permission to use deadly force if necessary. It is our wish that we need not use it. Don't try to threaten us herr Standartenfuhrer."

"Don't point that at me." said Yzak to one of the guards, pushing the barrel of his weapon away from his body. The guard laughed slightly before placing his gun back into its original position in front of Yzak's chest. "Or what..." he inquired mockingly. It was his last mistake.

Like lightning, Yzak grabbed the barrel of the gun and jerked it out of his hands. He then spun around, getting behind the man and smashing him in the head with the weapon. As the guard fell, the silver-haired assailant dropped down and spun into a low-spin kick, knocking the footing out from under a second guard. Upon seeing what his hot-headed comrade was doing, Charley immediately punched one of his would-be captors in the face, grabbed the machinegun out of his hands, and placed around the neck of the second guard. The guard struggled and knocked Charley's cap off, but he continued to squeeze. He squeezed as hard as he could until he heard a snap, and then released the guard's lifeless body and let it fall to the floor. Yzak, meanwhile, had just gotten up from his low spin when he saw the second guard trying to stand. He immediately reared up his elbow and dropped directly on his head. The guard fell face flat and didn't move.

"Well, that's some fancy hand-to-hand combat if I've ever seen it. Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

"Aprililus Auxilium Military Academy. Now, I don't know if anyone heard us, so let's get good look inside there before they find this."

Charley nodded and collected his cap. The two walked over to the doors, lifted the large steel locking bolt, and slid the two doors opened.

What they saw astounded them. Inside a large open area, not unlike that of a factory, there lay a huge generator that stretched down from one end of the floor to the other, covering at least 100 yards. They craned their heads upwards to see a multitude of catwalks above them and a series of swastika banners draped down the ceiling. The then turned their heads back down to again gaze upon the immensity of the device.

"What the hell... is that?" asked Charley in a most ungracious manner.

"Well, it's certainly not something for making coordinators. I think it's some sort of generator."

"You're quite right mister Jule!" called out a mysterious voice. Suddenly, a group of guards emerged from various places, pointing weapons at the two. Yzak turned behind him to see Hibiki standing on a catwalk above, his arms stretched out and grasping the railing of him. A number of men in white lab coats stood on either side of him. "Hibiki!" yelled the gundam pilot.

"Indeed. As you can see, I am very much alive." The doctor paused for a moment as he lifted his hands from the railing and placed them behind his back. "Not only that, but I am also about to make history." The doctor walked over to a staircase that led down to the factory floor and approached the pair of newly made prisoners.

"Or should I say, re-make history?"