TehChron said
Shit happens

Shit happens to the Sim because Lux really isn't that great at the whole sensing traps. Not that great for someone that's apparently psychic. The Sim, already in bad shape quickly shuts down. ''What the hell?'' She said, ruffling her fingers through her hair. She remained somewhat calm at least. No use freaking out just yet, she still had a few things she could try even with the limited uses this mecha had, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment. So she crackled on her comms, ''Where are you taking me?'' She didn't bother telling them to let her go, that was pretty much a no go obviously.

Some sort of Zombie said
Shit happens to the Sim because Lux really isn't that great at the whole sensing traps. Not that great for someone that's apparently psychic. The Sim, already in bad shape quickly shuts down. ''What the hell?'' She said, ruffling her fingers through her hair. She remained somewhat calm at least. No use freaking out just yet, she still had a few things she could try even with the limited uses this mecha had, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment. So she crackled on her comms, ''Where are you taking me?'' She didn't bother telling them to let her go, that was pretty much a no go obviously.

Thinking quickly, Aaron hacked into Sim, checking his options.

A plan began coalescing. It was sheer madness. But it just might work. This mech was perfect for what he had in mind. "The reason why this space is off limits is due to it being the site of an alien infestation, Petty Officer." He paused, letting Ali take over the rest of the cover story while he got to work.

"Uhhh, yeah, that's right. Aliens." Ali Al-Saachez, gave it a moment, plotting his next few words as he let the facts sunk into the clearly useless woman, "Look. We've been patrolling this area so that word doesn't get out. It's a sensitive time, you see. We're trying to communicate, but they don't speak the language. Can't have some random schmuck coming in and causing a...international incident."

He paused, as Aaron continued his work, "But the situations just changed. It looks like these guys are under attack. So, as a show of good faith, we humans are gonna go and save our new alien buddies." He chuckled, "Guess you just got volunteered to save an Alien race, Petty Officer." Aaron's image appeared on his viewscreen, giving a a thumbs up sign as the text "relevant data sent" flashed beneath him. "No...War Buddy."

TehChron said
Thinking quickly, Aaron hacked into Sim, checking his options.A plan began coalescing. It was sheer . But it just might work. This mech was for what he had in mind. "The reason why this space is off limits is due to it being the site of an alien infestation, Petty Officer." He paused, letting Ali take over the rest of the cover story while he got to work."Uhhh, yeah, that's right. Aliens." Ali Al-Saachez, gave it a moment, plotting his next few words as he let the facts sunk into the clearly useless woman, "Look. We've been patrolling this area so that word doesn't get out. It's a sensitive time, you see. We're trying to communicate, but they don't speak the language. Can't have some random schmuck coming in and causing a...international incident."He paused, as Aaron continued his work, "But the situations changed. It looks like these guys are under attack. So, as a show of good faith, we humans are gonna go and save our new alien buddies." He chuckled, "Guess you just got volunteered to save an Alien race, Petty Officer." Aaron's image appeared on his viewscreen, giving a a thumbs up sign as the text "relevant data sent" flashed beneath him. "No...War Buddy."

Lux didn't really care about why it was off limits or any of the other stuff she was being told, she'd ask where she was being taken but apparently that was a no go as well. She pushed forward on the controls of her mecha, even if it was useless. ''Whatever, are you saying I'm gonna get to beat these guys up?'' Childish and simple-minded, that was Lux's main forte in making her an acceptable foot-soldier. ''If that's the case then just let go of me already, I might forgive you for getting the drop on me.''

Warworld continued firing upon the station, explosions sending debris flying

It deployed hundreds of swarming Cultists to attack the mech pilots that detected the presence of the figures, utterly ignoring the other hostiles in a singleminded parade of chaos.

Guy of Z said
Warworld continued firing upon the station, explosions sending debris flyingIt deployed hundreds of swarming Cultists to attack the adjacent mechs

In the viewscreens of all three mechs, an image of a blonde faggot appeared

"What is this, Gentles?" Azrael muttered in irritation, "You dont contact me unless I contact you. Thats how this whole clandestine thing works."

"It's urgent," The Enginner replies flatly, "Im routing a conference call through my ship to you, these mobile suit pilots, and..." A call waiting image appears on the screens of everyone present, "The people squatting in the Ame-no-Mishara."

"Oh, I don't know anything about that, Gentles. So I dont know what some,kind of interrogation will-"

"Thats,why its important. Some force of immense power just arrived and-"

A voice from Azrael's side interrupted the Guild Techs carefully worded rant, "Its true Azrael. Give him what he needs."

"Signals pinging against the station, waiting for them to pick up before they're wiped out."

The Gold Frames claws detach from the Sim, enabling it to renew its energy reserves

"Need to get some extra firepower for this." A blue light streaked out from the Nava-Hoe as a service mech soared towards the group, holding a bazooka.

"This is a "Gae Bolg" MS Bazooka. My ReGHOST isnt suited to it, so here you take it, Petty Officer."

Then there was nothing to do but wait, and hope the Tekkamen would pick up. Preferably without getting attacked by the interlopers as well

Warworld focused it's long range weapons on Lux's unit and fired repeatedly

Death happens immediately

The Cultist captain became amazed how fucking stupid it's target must have been as it could detect it had a form of precog. He was a near mindless thrall of a Chaos God used as fodder and he wasn't even that ineffective.

He seriously just stood there and was taken aback by the absolute obscene ease of it. Were all the inhabitants of this universe going to just roll over and die like this? The collective Gelatinous inhabitants of the Jellyverse had shown more spine then that one unit.

Aaron stared in blank wonder

So did Ali.

After a brief moment, the mercenary broke the silence, "...I wanted to do that."

Profound

Outside Cluster 26, during the Skirmish at Side 3

Renewing their assault Erisia controlling Kerry’s suit began to fire at Akira’s Kampfer who swiftly dodged to the right to avoid his shots.
“Not bad!” Akira spat out before realizing someone was attempting to blindside him. Shifting the bazooka on his left Kira stopped Yahagi’s slice cold with the barrel blocking the GMs fist before blowing it off.
“It’s over.”
Akira bore down on Yahagi’s GM with the right bazooka but aborted his attack as Erisia attempted to flank him.

“I missed?!” Erisia was shocked at Akira’s skill; even with their successive attacks they still hadn’t managed to land a hit on him. Unperturbed Yahagi resumed shooting him with his remaining arm, but Akira had gotten slightly bored of them.

‘You really think you can take me on…?’ Weaving through the battlefield Akira used the fourth Salamis as cover from both of them before pointing his bazooka straight at the bridge.

Yahagi faltered realizing he held the bridge crew’s lives in his hand.
“That guy… despicable!”

The crew panicked and tried to vacate the bridge, except for the Captain, who remained in his seat and simply saluted, accepting his fate.

“Heh. How sweet.” Akira simply pushed downward, incinerating the bridge and its inhabitants. Wasting no time he fired 2 shots at the approaching GMs hitting Kerry’s shield and sending him screaming for his life, again.

“Yaah!”
“Is Kerry’s suit okay?”
“Yes, it’s still operational.”

Yahagi screened the aflame ship through his secondary cameras.
“The ship is gonna blow. We need to pull out before we’re caught in the blast-

“Look out!” Erisia cut him off as Akira charged them straight through the very wreckage he had caused. Akira tried an overhead cut which was parried by Kerry’s GM. Yahagi attempted to use this to cut him down but Akira simply ignited a second beam saber and parried his attack as well. It was then his senses warned him of impending danger from an approaching suit.

Outside Cluster 26, during the Skirmish at Side 3

Shinn locked blades with Akira’s Kampfer from behind
“Sir!” He said to Yahagi on the comms
Shinn? Yhagi asked
He fired at the Kampfer and Akira maneuvered and turned to Shinn’s direction
“Little maggot.” Akira breathed as he was about to bring his blade down on the Canard. Shinn was hopelessly in distress.

Far away on the large chunk of debris Asuna could feel it
Shinn?

Shinn managed to raise his shield before Akira struck a blow slicing the top of it in half

“Shinn! Evacuate the area! Now!” Yahagi shouted
Running away? Erisia said
“If he hadn’t butted in…but now…”

The fallen Salamis 4 began to explode

Boringverse

"...Well that happened." Azrael said, after a moment, "So what now?"

"...Che." Was Ali's only response, as the bazooka carrying drone went towards the debris of the useless corpse's mech, sweeping the inert junk up

"...Wait a moment." Aaron interjected, "I'm picking up some kind of...pseudo life-sign in the remains." The Gold Frame drifted over, picking up the remains of what appeared to be a well preserved cockpit.

"...Pseudo-life signs?" Came the question from across space

"It's not completely dead yet." A red hand snatched the object from Aaron's Astray, before tossing it onto a nearby asteroid. The red foot of the Throne Zwei went up, punting the cockpit into the depths of space.

"WHITE HURRICANE!!!"

"...Right." The Guild Tech replied, "Anyway. Looks like the squatters aren't picking up, and there's no money in giving charity by distracting whoever these interlopers are without sufficient backup." The ReGHOST altered it's orientation, heading back towards the Nava-Hoe, "We should probably go. I'll send you the data once we've evacuated the area sufficiently."

"...Che. I keep getting cockblocked..." Ali muttered, flying behind Aaron's mech and the drone.

After a moment, he spotted something, and his expression brightened, "Just a sec." The Throne Zwei flew over to a random asteroid, and rammed into it, it's arms outstretched. Red GN Particles burst from the Gundam's back, dying the darkness of space red, as the asteroid eventually gave in, and was pushed into the ongoing clusterfuck around the Ame-no-Mishara. Then Ali Al-Saachez repeated the process. Several more times. And the Guild Tech followed suit.

After a few minutes, there were a couple of dozen mountain-sized rocks hurtling into the fight between the Radam and Unicron cultists, slamming into whatever was there, as well as the satellite itself in a final act of pettiness as the Nava-Hoe continued its escape from the battlefield.

The Lux's death had left such a bad taste in the Unicron Cultist captain's mouth he decided he should end this battle immediately.

He readied a barrage to take out the station and be done with it and never speak of this event again

But decided to turn back instead

The Plants

Boringverse

Because No One Else Wanted Them

"...So you're saying that there's apparently two hostile alien species in outer space, one of which was so hilariously advanced that they were sending swarms of what appeared to be sentient mobile suits at the other, which consisted of huge fleshy things and the occasional highly advanced Mobile Suit?"

"Pretty much." Was Aaron's response to Azrael's continued questioning. It had been some time since the Nava-Hoe had departed the Clusterfuck Space as it was now being referred to in the highest levels of Earth Federation government. Namely Azrael's office. "Why are we here in the PLANTS? You already know that even as a Guild Tech, I'm not allowed to set foot in them."

The blond faggot rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about it, Gentles. Just focus on repairing and seeing what you can salvage from the mobile suits. We've already received the specs and information from that Eurasian Federation suit you hacked earlier, so I'm sure we'll be able to replicate it on our end." The Chairman of Blue Cosmos suddenly turned pensive, as he glanced around for a moment, "Where's Saachez?"

"He went into the PLANTS."

"...How?"

---

"...Goin' ashore, 'cap."

"How? You're not a even registered citizen of the PLANTS. You're registered as a member of the French Foreign Legion, for God's sake."

"...Heh."

---

"...Hell if I know." Aaron replied unemotionally.

Azrael gave the Guild Tech a blank stare, blinking slowly, "...Right. Anyway. Just repair things for now, see if you can make anything out of the junk that was leftover, especially that..."

"Gravity Engine."

"Gravity Engine. Right. Of course. Anyway, that thing. Keep us updated. We've got someone over there who will be happy to lend you a hand when the time comes, Durandal was kind enough to escort him over, and I believe his business should be concluding there relatively soon." The greaseball smirked, "Do make sure to pick up Saachez on your way out, although I personally won't have a problem if he doesn't make it before it's time for you to depart."

Durandal? Should he really be namedropping? I don't even know what that is, but it sounds like something Djibril would have sex with. The Guild Tech blinked slowly, "You don't want me to take a look at Saachez's mech?"

Azrael shook his head, "The Gundam? Of course not. From what you and I can both tell, that thing runs on technology we don't have a comparable match for, except..." The faggot smirked, "Anyway, your priority is to upgrade your own mech, not worry about pissing off a very valuable mobile suit pilot for hire."

He's not telling me everything. Do they already have the technology on hand? Or is there some other reason he doesnt want me poking around in that suit? Aaron nodded, "Of course. As for the matter of my payment..."

"Don't worry, Gentles. After my contact arrives to debrief you, he'll be more than happy to discuss the matter of your compensation with you. Bye for now." Azrael waved lazily as the connection was severed, rendering the view screen blank.

Something Djibril would have sex with? Man I need to get laid.

Aaron reached into his pocket, taking out a dollar bill. His gaze drifted towards the bathroom, almost guilty.

As soon as possible.

---

"Hey! Mayu here. Can't answer the phone, so leave a message and call me back as soon as you can!"

"...Mayu." A young boy walked through the streets of the PLANT. It had been only weeks since the Earth Federation had invaded ORB, wiping out his family in the crossfire between it and..."Freedom..." Shinn Asuka's voice shook, gripping the pink cell phone of his little sister. The only memento he had left of her. The sound of her voice mail recording. The only thing that kept him going. The constant reminder of what...and who...had been responsible for taking his family from him.

"Hooooh, boy. Looks like you've been put through the grinder, havntcha?"

The young boy looked up, his red eyes gazing at the red haired, clean shaven man in front of him, he stood up straight, hands in the pockets of his well-pressed suit. "...I can tell, the eyes of someone who's seen hell. Lemme ask you something, brat. Do you know what killed your folks?"

This...old man...knows? He knows something? Shinn nodded, half out of shock, and half out of the innocent, naive obedience towards his elders that was ingrained in all children.

Ali smirked. Both were things he would be able to stamp out, given enough time. And child soldiers always had a way of turning out well if they lived long enough. Just look at that Krugis brat, for example.

"Then let me ask you something else, kid. Do you know why they died?" Shinn shook his head in the negative, Ali felt his smirk stretch even wider, "It's because the people of your home country turned their backs on God and Tradition, you see." Shinn's eyes widened in shock, horror, disbelief, and betrayal. Ali suppressed a chuckle, shit was too easy sometimes, "You're..." Honestly, it didn't take much to guess. The only place ZAFT had accepted refugees from lately was well known, "From ORB, right?"

Shinn nodded his head, confirming the mercenaries suspicions, "I'll tell you what, kid. Do you want to avenge your parents?" Ali glanced to the pink cell phone gripped tightly in Shinn's hand, "And your little sister?" The kid gripped the phone even more tightly, causing it to creak. Bingo. "Follow me." Ali smirked, straightening his back out, "I'll teach you everything you need to know.

'Starting with this." He handed a book to the younger boy, a copy of the Quran.

"Hey, you!" A random ZAFT military officer ran over, waving at the pair, "You need special permission to-" The man's indignant voice vanished instantly as he caught a good look of Ali's face. "C-Colonel! I apologize! It won't happen again!"

Ali snorted, "See that it doesn't. On your way then." He made a shooing motion as the officer tripped over himself to scurry away. Shinn's eyes looked up at the older man, shining with wonder and adoration. The red haired terrorist chuckled, rubbing his hand into the child's hair, "Kid. We're gonna make a warrior of God out of you yet."

"Yes!"

---

A door to the Supreme PLANT council chamber opened up, as Gilbert Durandal entered the chamber, his long hair swaying back and forth effeminately. He bowed respectfully towards his apparent betters, before gesturing towards the entrance to the room, where a middle aged man stood with blue hair and a strict, hard expression.

"I'd like to present to you...Earth Federation Vice Admiral, Flit Asuno."

The council erupted in angry harrumphs, before the apparent leader, Chairman Zala, thumped a hammer onto a desk in order to settle down the cats he had given himself the job to herd.

"And what does a filthy Natural such as yourself want with us, hmm? Unevolved monkeys such as yourself should stick to earth where you belong, better suited to flinging shit at yourselves that way!"

Several harrumphs of agreement later, Flit strode into the chamber, bowing subtly towards the assembled politicians. "I've come with an offer of arranging a ceasefire with the intent of establishing a permanent peace."

A shocked silence filled the chamber. Eventually, Chairman Zala broke it with his usual straightforwardness, "And what brought this about, Natural scum?"

His expression unchanging, Flt Asuno simply stared flatly at the genocidal buffoon in front of him, the intensity caused the grief stricken bitch of a man to flinch back slightly, "A threat to the well being of humanity has emerged in space not too far from here."

"It's Aliens, Chairman Zala. Highly advanced ones, at that." A voice interrupted from the doorway.

Flit nodded in acknowledgement of the man's presence, "I brought a respected expert on the subject to help convince you." The man strode in, dressed in a clean pressed brown suit, his brown hair shooting out above his head.

"Giorgio A. Tsoukalos, Chairman Zala. I'm here to discuss what was discovered by Federation Officers only a few days ago, and how I believe that this may not be the first time that humanity has encountered either...The Radam," Tsoukalos reached into a briefcase, withdrawing a manila folder with an image of a colossal bug like thing, "Or the Cybertronians." Another folder appeared, this one with a badly cropped image of Warworld.

"Chairman Zala," Flit began, "Whatever your opinion of the Earth Federation, we have a hostile alien life form at your doorstep. Humanity must unite in the face of outside threats..."

"Together we stand, or divided we fall." The expert alien archaeologist muttered reverently.

"...And why should I listen to you?! ZAFT can handle an alien race or to on their own! I believe we're done here-"

"Chairman Zala." The blue haired man interrupted, "We can do this the easy way, or...we can do this the way that leaves me feeling very smug afterwards."

Grinning madly, Patrick Zala withdrew a disco pistol, and leveled it at the Earth Federation officer, "Sounds like a threat to me, Natural! Thanks for the tip!"

Flit's mouth twitched upward slightly, before sighing in resignation. "Oh well." An instant later, Zala was collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth, as a grey haired woman ran up to him affectionately, "...Ezalia Joule, was it? You'll do." He turned away from the rest of the room, the gray haired woman clinging to his arm. "I'll leave the rest to you, Doctor. Supreme Council." With a lazy wave, Flit Asuno departed the chamber for parts unknown.

At that moment, deep in space, Yzak Joule felt a chill run down his spine. This did not go unnoticed by his superior officer, who immediately rerouted his ships destination for the PLANTS themselves.

Outside Cluster 26, aboard Salamis One

“Salamis 4 is falling apart! Their radio is down!”

The commander couldn’t believe how the situation had escalated, culminating in a fellow Salamis’ bridge being blown apart.
“What about the mobile suits?! Any word from Yahagi?”

“We’ve confirmed Kerry and Yahagi’s units. One more is headed there way.”

‘Another suit?’
“Who is it?”

“Confirming… ID matches Trainee Shinn Barnack sir.”

‘I don’t have time to bother with an injured trainee’ the commander reasoned in light of Shinn’s recent hospitalization.
“Keep trying to contact the others! Send out our remaining mobile suits at once!”

“This is Salamis One. We need support!” The operator continually repeated, hoping any friendly mobile suit nearby would receive the message. To their joy someone had.

“Roger that.”

Outside Cluster 26, during the Skirmish at Side 3

‘Now it’s a little more interesting’ Akira escaped the explosion of the Salamis before reloading the bazookas, preparing for his next strike.

“Akira stop messing around!” Marie yelled at him over the comm, angry he hadn’t taken out the remaining Salamis yet.

“Marie?” Akira figured she would too busy taking out the Federation forces to notice.

“Shut up and join in!” She shouted back but Akira has stopped paying attention to her as he sensed impeding danger, quickly hitting his thrusters forcing the Kampfer upward as 2 shots passed below him.

“Again…!” Akira was rightfully pissed off by being interrupted by those 2 pests.
“I’ve had it up to here with you!” Akira fired the reloaded bazooka scoring a direct hit on Kerry’s unit before Erisia could bring his shield up to block it. Kerry couldn’t get a single word out as the cockpit exploded.

“… Kerry!” Erisia shouted too late, he was already gone. Erisia tried to hold back on mourning her fellow student’s death, there would be time for that later.

“This is bad…” Yahagi murmured, he didn’t even had the shield lost when Kerry’s exploded, his suit’s right arm and left leg were gone, and the Kampfer was still primed to take him out.

Akira simply smiled. ‘That’s enough fun for now. One more to go.’ Akira fired both bazookas at once, feeling confident this would be the last thing he would see.

Earth

“Shou Zama of Dunbine your parents say they want to meet with you! Can you hear me? If you are to cooperate with us then speak with your parents ! We will grant you time for that! If not we will commence an attack immediately and furthermore we will not be able to guarantee the safety of your parents either!” Said Jamaican threateningly

“Is that how it is? This is practically a b movie isn't it?” Shou exclaimed

Jamaican you fuckwit! We were just on the tail of the one unit that was attacking! Art angrily fumed in his cockpit

“He’s saying he’ll talk” The communicator said to Jamaican
“Land in that body of water below” Jamaican said over the comms
“Now do you understand? If we understand why the boy in the Dunbine has called himself your child then we might understand the alien’s motives” Jamaican said to Shou parents

“It might be our child. No it is our child!” Shou’s father said defiantly
“Take this, though it may be your child he may be brainwashed” Said Jamaican handing his father a pistol
“That may be true however…”

“But we want information. As much as possible, so try to get it from him. In the one in ten thousand chance here”
“Dear…” Shou’s mother said
“I have never used anything like this”
“You can shoot if you take the safety off, although we don’t know if it is a creature that can be killed by this kind of gun”

Art was completely irritated about the entire situation. He wanted to fuck up Bastole and avenge his apartment and all these meatheads kept getting in his way.

Bsstole had hidden in a forest but it’s position became revealed when a boy went into the trees to relieve himself.

“Damn” Garalia muttered as she sped off to keep the boys family from escaping

Bastole crushed the car knocking the boy’s father unconscious or dead and Garalia exited and drew her sword.
Seeing the cowering mother embrace her child Garalia could not bring herself to cut them down. She spotted the food they were carrying and she decided to take it rather than killing them.

“Oh she’s going, and she’s taking our lunch!” The child cried out
Bastole ran off further into the trees
“Oh how pathetic! What a pitiful…” Garalia said criticizing her act of mercy
She began taking out the food and drank a soda

“What kind of taste is this?”
She finished off the drink and held the can in her hand
“It seems the world of Upper Earth is not a place for me to live”

Shou’s words came back to haunt her
“Even if you die here your name won’t reach Byston well!”

“That is true of course…but I cannot think there is a way to return to Byston Well”
She commenced eating a chicken leg

Art hovered above spectating this colossal waste of time

“It looks like its all right doesn't it Shou?” Cham asked
“Yeah it seems like they don’t intend to attack but why are they having me meet both of them?”
“Shou, could you come down please?” Shou’s father asked

Shou opened the cockpit and removed his helmet

“What did the Titans people tell you?”

“Are you really Shou?” His mother asked

“Your still not at the age to go senile! How pitiful mom. But it’s not too farfetched for you to think this way mom. After all I was always alone wasn’t I? You never ever paid attention to me.”

“You’re wrong! I never left Shou alone! I made meals for him every day and made conversation…”
“You were just ranting about the results of my tests!”
“That’s not true I loved you!”

Art swore to god he was going to kill Jamaican for making him listen trough all this
Shou smiled with success

“It seems you've acknowledged me haven’t you? That I’m Shou Zama?

“You’re wrong you’re wrong! You are not Shou!”

“Chiyo stop it! What are you saying that is Shou!”

“You are wrong!”
“Mom!” Shou shouted
“I don’t recall having a child who’d murder tens of thousands of innocents!”
“Dad! Dad, you’ll believe won’t you? That I’m not a murderer?”
“Yes of course. I believe you!”
“Dad! Mom! Mom if you…”

Shou was interrupted by the sound of Mobile Suits taking off

Finally it showed up…Art thought

“What’s happening?” Shou asked
“What the other Aura battler has begun to move?” Jamaican said

Bastole flew by a MS hovering near it, grabbed onto it and kicked into it causing it to fall into the forest and explode.

“Take this! How dare you come after me one right after another!” Garilaia said

She attacked another Hizack and it bumped into her chipping at Bastoles leg and sliced into it with her sword.

She threw her empty missile launcher at another and it exploded.

Art engaged her but she proved too quick for his base Jabber to follow
She tried getting close enough to stab it but Art kept using his saber to fend her off

"Dammit she’s too fast! If it wasn't for my senses I would have been sunk...”

“Shou is Garilaia coming?” Cham asked fluttering above him

“Mr. Commanding officer I’m heading out! We must stop Garalia’s battle!”

“Do we have any assurance that you will cooperate? If there isn't then we won’t let you fly!”

“What you’re you saying!? To an Aura battler an Aura battler is…”

“You may not! Please don’t murder anymore people! Are you saying we should live our lives as the parents of a criminal from now on?”

“Mom how can you say that when…you don’t even try to understand my situation at all”

“if you really are my son…then please think about the social status I've built up too!”

“Chiyo what are you saying?” Shou’s father said

“You’re thinking about the same thing too aren't you?!”

“You’re mistaken! I…”

“Hey don’t create more of a mess then this!”

“I want to save Garalia too!” Shou shouted

“Shou!”

Shou’s mother pulled out the gun from her husband’s pants and pointed it at Shou.

“Chiyo!” Shouted her husband

“Listen to what I say!” She shouted

“Mom!” Shou shouted

“If you say you’re going to go then… I’ll shoot! Shou!”

“Mom, you’re going to shoot me..me?!”

“You’re an Alien!” She said as she fired a shot into the cockpit inches away from Shou’s head

“Mom if you don’t want a kid like this then shoot! It’s okay if you kill me!”

Shou’s father struggled to take the gun from his wife's hands spoiling her aim

“Chiyo won’t you stop!”

“If I your mother kills you then…”

“Chiyo!” Shou’s father again made a grab for the weapon

“You’re too selfish!”

“Dunbine obey our directives! We are going to ambush Bastole!” Jamaican said

“Roger” Shou responded tears running down his eyes

“Shou” Chan said attempting to wipe the tears from his eyes

“Thank you…Cham”

Shou took off and began to take off and his mother collapsed crying

Bastole was still cutting a swath through the Mobile forces in the area while Art was barely able to keep up with it but was slowly gaining ground.

She had depleted her missiles completely and was totally surrounded

“At this rate I’ll be defeated before I shoot down Dunbine”

Shou’s words about returning to Byston well flashed into her mind

“How weak spirited! Words the lowly Shou Zama would say. But at this rate I shall be defeated by the machines of Upper Earth before I can return to Byston Well.

She spotted a train ahead of her

“Huh vehicles of Upper Earth? I can use them! Okay!”

She flew in close above the train lines and hovered beside it

“That alien is using that bullet train as a human shield!” One Hizack pilot said over the comms

Fuck. Me.

“With this I can make time Shou Zama show yourself quickly!”

She saw a tunnel coming up

“Damn!”Garalia said as she made Bastole fly up before it could crash

Haha stupid bitch!

Art took the opportunity to open fire upon Bastole along with two Hizacks and sent it running temporarily.

Bastole came back and jumped on one Hizack unit and drew its sword

But it hesitated

Art felt her confusion and he hesitated

Sloppy…why the fuck aren't you fighting back! All the shits you gave about those people you blasted in the city amounted to zero yet you care for one Grunt enough to freeze?

Garalia began to see an apparition of a child
“Stop!”
“What is it?”
“It’s papa! My papa! You can’t do that to my papa!”
“What is it the child of that soldier?”
“I won’t allow it you know! If you kill papa I’ll…”
“Why can I see this? Why can I see it so clearly like a monster? Disappear child!”

She detached from the mech

“Oh what’s happening?”

Garalia had flashbacks of her childhood

“Hey coward’s kid you’re not a Knights kid so there!” One child said
“A cowards kid is a coward too you know!” Another said
“You’re trash you’re trash!” A third mocked
“You’re not human!’ A forth berated

Next she saw her ascension to knighthood

“A female Knight isn’t rare but..

“Her intentions are bad you know!”

“Her parents ran away from battle”

“Does she mean to cover up the stigma? After all her parents deserted and changed sides, who knows what she’ll do”

A MS flew in to shoot at her

Art flew in once again forced into a game of cat and mouse because of his own inability to act

“I shall not run!”

Bastole sliced the suit in half diagonally and saw more Suits with Dunbine in the distance

“Dunbine? Dunbine! Shou have you sold yourself to the people of Upper Earth? So it is a conspiracy of those of upper earth after all?!”

She flew in to stab at Dunbine but Shou grabbed her units arm before she could do more

“Garalia why do you meaninglessly go wild and make enemies? If you fight anymore like this you’ll…”

“Silence you speak of combining our powers to return to Byston Well…while you join hands with the people of Upper Earth!”

“You’re wrong! These guys are…”

“That’s right it’s a misunderstanding!” Cham said on the screen with Shou

The combined Aura power of the Battlers once again letting off Green Energy

“Okay Dunbine drag Bastole to the ground just like that! If you disobey order your parents will not live!” Jamacian said smugly
“What?’
“Shou!”

“I don’t care if you shoot it down if you are an Earthnoid you should be able to obey orders from the Titans! Do it well and the government will cancel your crimes as well!”

“Threats and entreaties! They do it well”

“Are you listening? If you do not obey those who you say are your parents will not live! Shou Zama!”

“Shut up! You still don’t even ask about the situation here it’s selfish!”

Garalia knocked Dunbine off and swung at him

“Garalia!”

Shou swung back and the crossing blades let out more Aura energy

Bastole flew up and attempted a stab at Shou

“I haven’t finished either!” Garalia said

“Garalia stop!

Dunbine quickly moved from her attack

“Did it disappear? Dunbine? Is that so…”

Bastole once more clashed and crossed blades with Dunbine letting loose Aura energy

“Can you hear me commanding officer? I’m an alien! I’m an alien who’s borrowing Shou Zama’s body!”

“Shou what are you saying?”

“What! What did you say just now?”

“Can you hear me? I am a human being from the 28th planet of the Cassiopeia constellation! Those people have nothing to do with it at all. Are you listening?!”

“Shou what are you saying!” Cham said

Goddammit Jamaican, backing that kid into a corner to the point he has to bullshit his way out by pretending to be your boogyman. You're just making it a bigger problem then it by turning the on on our side against us.

Bastole and Dunbine still clashed and grappled

“Do not get in my way”

“Stop it Garalia!”

Jamaicans ship flew by

“A chance! To all craft shoot down the unidentified objects!” He shouted

Art felt conflicted, he despised Jamaicans asshattery and dirty tricks but on the other hand Bastole destroyed all of his shit.
Art decided to bullshitting his way out of this might help

“Mayday mayday I’m losing control of my unit sir! I need to land!” Art said faking a malfunction

“Stop! Don’t shoot! I’m cooperating you know!”

“What! You people of upper earth launching this many missiles”

“Garalia lets go back to Byston well together!”

“What did you say?”

“It was because of Dunbine and Bastole’s powers were utilized to their fullest that we were able to break into Upper Earth! It’s the only thing I can think of!”

“So?”

“Lets try it! Well ascend and fly towards Byston Well with two Aura Battlers!”

“I understand. To die on Upper Earth is to die the death of a dog you know.”

“Yeah I don’t like Upper Earth, lets fight in Byston well Garalia “

“Roger then, Shou Zama!”

Dunbine and Bastole flew side by side

“Do you think we can go back Shou Zama?”

“We were able to return to Tokyo because it was my hometown”

“I see so what you are saying that with Cham and me we will be able to return to Byston Well?”

“That’s logical isn't it?”

The two battlers flew up high in the sky in unison...not knowing a third visitor was approaching

At Destructa

A man is sitting in a lush garden behind a gigantic castle while drinking tea, when he was suddenly approached by a middle aged man
"Lord Loternus, it is tim- AGH" he was cut off by having his left arm torn apart, the blade's strike was so fast that he wouldn't have known about it happening...if it wasn't for the ungodly pain.
Sighing, the young man known as Loternus says"what do i keep telling you worms about interrupting my tea time, however you will only lose this arm because i happen to be in a good mood today" as he continues sipping his tea for a couple of minutes.
"i guess it's time" and proceeds to stand up ,before noticing the middle aged man still in pain on the ground"come on now, be a man and walk it off...your weakness is showing and it is unsightly"

At the subjugation center

"so you have arrived your majesty"says an elderly man, the scars and muscles on his body speak of the battles he has been through.
"Come on now master, you and i both know that i am unworthy of being called that by you. Not yet at least"
to this the old man lets out a hearty laugh"My my, when did you learn modesty? because i am sure i taught you no such thing!", this comment manages to get a smirk out of Loternus
"Overconfidence is weakness, and so is eagerness, it would be unbecoming of me to showcase those traits. Not as the prince of Destructa and especially not as the future king of it"
The smirk then disappears from his face and is replaced by a serious look " If all goes well that is."
"Clear your mind of doubts young prince, for now is the time!" says an old man clad in a robe who is standing in front of a giant gate "Are you prepared for your final test?"
For a split second, a look of concern appears on Loternus face,However no sooner then it appeared it was replaced by a look of determination "Yes i am fully prepared, i shall bring glory to Destructa! i swear on the name of my late father and the honor of my family!"
This speach causes the two elderly men to smile slightly "Somethings never change" says Loternus' master, "You are Truly your father's son" comments the old man in the robe.

Loternus then proceeds to kneel on a magical glyph on the ground, and stabs it with his sword while channeling magical energy through it, causing it to glow
"All of Destructa's sins shall be my sins, and all of Destructa's glory shall be mine, Liberation through Annihilation. Heed my call, Armor of Monarchy ALTERNUS!"
His body disappeared as soon as he finished reciting that, and the giant mecha standing in front of the gate starts to move "COURT MAGICIAN , SEND ME OFF TO EARN MY KINGDOM!"
"As you wish,young prince" he replies to him, as he begins to chant and cast magical Glyphs on the gate, after a couple of seconds the gate opens to his new destination
"My Saga begins here"

In the darkness of space

The shattered cockpit floated through space, brushing against the scout unit of the Mass Union Ship before being consumed and assimilated by it. Searching the pilot's memories a mecha was recreated around it, now under the scout's control. The unit slowly sped toward Earth.

A warrior's memory

Inside an elaborate throne room, a mechanical grey Cybertronian-sized humanoid kneels before his master with his head bent down. No, not just master, but creator. The one who breathed life into his body and gave it its very Spark. Unlike most Cybertronians, he and eleven others of his kind never received an alternate mode even long after their creation. They have spent several years without another form to shift into, and were relegated to their indistinct, Protoform-like bodies. Each of them endured tests under their creator, forging them to be capable servants. When the tests were over and they achieved the desired results, their creator gave them a reward and marked a new point in their lives. In this time, the kneeling mechanoid is about to receive his gift.

"Raise your head, my loyal servant, so you may see your reward," the creator said. The grey machine did so, and saw a golden metal goat materialize out of thin air. It appeared to be a Cybertronian in its alt mode, but seemed to be somewhat anachronistic in its design, similar to a few members of The Thirteen. However, it neither moved nor spoke and it merely hovered in the air. The still kneeling mechanoid admired its beauty, but wonders what kind of reward he received.

"Now rise," his creator then said. He did as he was told and suddenly, the golden goat broke into pieces, fragments of it flying towards the grey robot. Before he even had time to be puzzled, the goat's pieces grafted themselves onto him. Its horned head became his helm. Its front legs became his pauldrons, gauntlets, and armguards. Its rear legs became his greaves and thigh-armor. Its torso became his breastplate. Now clad in gold, he felt unimaginable strength flowing through him, stunned that he'd be given such a gift.

"My Lord, I vow to prove myself worthy of this honor," he responded.

"You will have your chance to do so, in time..."

Post-Slam, flying through the void of space

The golden clad warrior follows the aura trail left behind by one who has similar power to his own. It grows fainter with each moment, but not so much that he couldn't keep tracking it down. This being, whatever it is, is not one of his kind. Any unknown individual with abilities similar to his brethren would have to be found and, if necessary, terminated. He was still distant from his goal, but he would never stop until he's face to face with this person.

Earth -at a bar somewhere in Florida-
Gulp...gulp... gulp... "Shit, this hits the spot" Terry says. Its been a long while since he had himself a good beer. The economy has be hit hard due to the war that had taking place and its been hard to find work. Days know consist of drinking with the occasional ride in ASTRA... life seem to be wasting away. Terry sitting at the bar, reflected on the war for a bit before taking another drink from his beer.

"I have seen some crazy shit doing that time" he whispers to himself. "Maybe too much"....

Posted around the bar was newspaper regarding recent events taking place... the Autobots and Decepticons, Titan, mysterious space phenomenons, possible wars breaking out, world-wide threats. From all this, you would think he would be able to find some work... but jobs were constantly gone and the only ones that seem to be open were escort services. That's how he came across ASTRA a couple of months ago. It was a mysterious mech with a ton of black boxes, no one knew where it came from or all the list of things it could possibly do. Only through trial and error did Terry find out some of its capabilities.

"Sir, the fellow in the black coat would like to have a word with you" the bartender spoke. Terry glance over at the stranger, he was incredibly awkward looking person... upon further inspection, Terry notice he was nervous... to the point of shitting himself. Terry proceed to rise up from his seat and greet the fellow. "Hey there pal, the bartender told me you had a word for me". The startlingly man nearly jump from his seat but once he seen Terry face, he calm down just a bit.

"I seen your posters over town, heard you are looking for work, I'm Billy Antagram.... I'm willing to pay you $100,000 to escort me to space..."

"A hund... hundred.... hundred thousand!!!... Agreed!!!" Terry forgot to ask about the details but he didn't care at all... He didn't know however, that this small meeting will change his destiny and put him into the mix of everything that is happening...