The Boringverse

"What's with the kid?"

"Figured he could be useful."

"...I will become God's Sword and smite down the infidels!"

"...Where did you find him?"

"Picked him up off the streets, obviously."

Aaron blinked, giving the mercenary a hard look. "Okay...I'm going to just...ignore everything that is wrong with this conversation."

"Sounds good."

Aaron blinked once more, "Now for what actually matters. What made you think that you could get away with that?!"

"Orphan."

Aaron blinked several more times, slowly processing this information as Ali withdrew a flask, slowly draining it while he waited for the ships owner to finish. After a few brief moments, he shook his head, and the blond turned his back to the red haired man and his newfound charge. Saachez smirked, chuckling to himself.

"Umm...Imam Ali," Shinn said, grabbing the mercenaries attention, "Will that man really help us?"

He rubbed the kid's head, "Of course he will. He's just like you, a warrior of god in the making. Besides..." He turned towards the direction the Guild Tech had wandered off in, "If he doesn't, we'll just kill him and take his shit for ourselves."

"For God and Country!"

"You're a natural, brat."

---

"Vice-Admiral."

The blue haired figure of Flit Asuno nodded towards Aaron, "Mr. Gentles." The Guild Tech motioned for him to take a seat in the incredibly spartan dining area of the Nava-Hoe, "We have a few things to discuss." When the engineer simply nodded, standing up to get some drinks for his guest, Flit grimaced, "...If you don't mind...that's not how I usually take my coffee, I'll do it myself."

The blond turned towards him, raising an eyebrow, "...So you're psychic, or something?" The man turned towards his coffee maker, "What a petty use for such an ability."

The blue haired man snorted, "It usually only activates like that in moments of extreme danger. I think it's more petty that you'd attempt to poison a high ranking Federation Officer with your atrocious coffee." Flit got to work, ignoring the harsh clicking sounds and killing intent from the man behind him. It almost reminded him of Durandal in how ineffectual it was, "Anyway, your incompetent brewing aside," Another wave of killing intent, this time accompanied by a flash of warning from his X-Rounder abilities, "The change in circumstances has caused us to revamp our approach to this matter entirely. The appearance of your little friends at the space station, as well as those who attacked them, in addition to the appearance of this...power source in that mobile suit you acquired."

Aaron inclined his head, shots to his pride temporarily forgotten, "The Black Hole engine? I've already forwarded the data to Morgenroute..."

"And the data we received, as well as information we managed to dig up, has made clear that it is a highly unstable, ludicrously dangerous and powerful technology. We'll need the working prototype if we hope to move into reverse engineering it within any reasonable timeframe."

"So you were just sent here as an errand boy to pick up the technology? I suppose that as Azrael's personal secretary..." Aaron's attempt at a dismissal was halted by the arrogant sneer growing on the face of the man in front of him. The engineer was taken aback as he realized the implications. "....I see. It must be a truly critical task if you were sent here in person. Although I find it hard to believe that that was your only purpose."

The blue haired officer rolled his shoulders, cracking them audibly, "Actually, I came here to...inform the Coordinator scum of the severity of the situation." A loud beeping emitted from the Vice Admiral's person, who reached into his pocket and withdrew a communication device, "This is Asuno. Mhmm. Mhmmmmm. Yes, transmit the data retrieved from the Allster girl to Azrael immediately. Yes. Mhmm. Yes. I trust it implicitly. Yes, just trust me on this. Yes. Yes I dont care if it violates standard protocol, you blasted woman, I'm your superior officer! Now do it before I pull rank and have you dragged out of that captain's seat and made to work in the kitchens! Yes...I...Yes I understand...I...I appreciate your work, Natarle...Yes. Good work, Captain. Yes. Mhmm. Councilwoman Joule said that, did she? Inform her that we will be leaving port shortly. She's welcome to come into an active combat zone. Mhmm. Yes. Just because no one will give you a good dicking is no reason to comment on my own personal affairs, Lt. Commander. Mhmmm. Yes, I understand. Yes, you have plenty of womanly charm. Until later then." He then clicked a button, returning the device to his pocket, only to observe the Guild Tech rubbing his temples with his hands.

"...It sounds like you have it tough."

"Indeed." The Vice Admiral reached for the now finished brew, "Coffee?"

---

Rau La Creuset stared at Chairman Zala for a long moment. "Aliens, you say?"

The older man nodded gravely, "Even worse than the Naturals. They want to wipe us all out, even the Coordinators from the looks of things."

The masked man raised his hand to his chin, looking away thoughtfully. "You don't say...Hmmm...Interesting...HuhuhahahaahaAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHA!"

Patrick Zala stared at one of his most trusted lieutenants as if he had gone mad, as the masked man continued to cackle insanely, "W-why are you laughing?!"

"OH IT'S NOTHING I'M SIMPLY REMEMBERING SOMETHING FUNNY I SAW THE OTHER DAY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

---

"So we're to escort the new Federation flagship, The Dominion and act as it's personal tender ship for the duration of your tour? Gathering new technologies to ship back to Morgenroete for reproduction and application to new mobile suits?" Aaron said, drinking slowly from the coffee that Flit had made for him. As much as the proud engineer hated to admit it, Flit's brewing skill utterly eclipsed his own.

The X-Rounder nodded, "That's about the size of it. We've amended the contracts of yourself and Mr. Al-Saachez so that you two will receive the first advanced prototypes derived from the technology as it becomes available as something of your primary means of payment. Naturally, all the normal enmities will be paid for on our side of things as well."

"Have you spoken to him about it, yet?" Aaron asked.

"Was just about to ask you to join me as I did so." Flit smiled coldly, before turning and walking back towards where Ali was giving the young Shinn Asuka tips on the finer points of shanking a nigger.

"Mr. Al-Saachez? Flit Asuno." The blue haired man introduced himself, extending a hand out in greeting, as a pistol was pressed into his forehead.

"Asuno, huh? I've got something of an ongoing contract when it comes to offing you, buddy." The mercenary replied with a sneer.

"Is that right?" Flit replied, an eyebrow raised as his only response. Accompanied by the pistol already leveled at Ali's heart. "One of us is psychic, Mr. Al-Saachez...And having said that, I'd like you to let your employer in on this conversation as well."

Ali grimaced slightly, "...Che. Been getting nothing but blue balls since I met you, Gentles." He raised his free hand to tap something in his ear, "Oi, boss! The old mans asked to have a word with ya!"

"This will be brief, Mr. Allmark." Flit said simply, "The Plan is a wash. Dialogues are unnecessary and will avail us nothing."

The mercenary narrowed his eyes, "He says that doesn't mean shit."

The blue-haired man sighed, rolling his eyes, "I have a vested interest in uniting humanity as well. Even if I can not become everyone's savior, as long as it all works out in the end, I will be satisfied with that." His expression hardened, causing Ali's eyes to narrow in response, "But the way in which humanity is being forced to unite is admittedly not to my personal taste. Tell me, Mr. Allmark. Doesn't the world seem as if it...doesn't fit quite right to you?"

Ali's face shifted to blatant confusion, "...The boss says he agrees with you, huh. He wants to know what's in it for him."

"Mr. Allmark, tell me, what can't you obtain by working with me, after all of this is said and done? For the sake of protecting humanity, I will pay any price."

A thin, reedy voice fills the room, "Even your life, Vice Admiral Flit Asuno?"

"Such a cheap cost I will pay gladly."

"...Then we have a deal. I will inform you of proper channels to communicate on in the future. I assume that allowing Mr. Al-Saachez to remain as an observer won't be a problem?"

"Naturally, I intended to hire him for the job myself. Naturally, the results of this voyage will go towards upgrading his mobile suit as well. Your assistance in this matter will be greatly appreciated."

"Agreed. I leave Mr. Al-Saachez in your care for the moment, Vice-Admiral."

After a moment, Ali let out a long whistle, "Sounds pretty good. What's the job?"

Flit turned towards the red haired mercenary, "You and Mr. Gentles are to escort the Earth Federation flagship Dominion on a tour through Federation and ZAFT space, with the Nava-Hoe acting as a personal tender ship and freelance escort as we investigate just how far these aliens have been mucking about. As well as retrieve and send back any exotic technologies or samples of the aliens themselves that we may come across. How does that sound to you, Mr. Al-Saachez?"

Ali withdrew the pistol from Flit's head, smirking widely as he reholstered it with a flourish, "When do we start?"

In a back Alley somewhere in Japan, Earth

"I swear I've told you everything I know" the man in the hooded cloak said panting and out of breath. " I hate liars kid" Feuer said as a swift blow to the man's stomach connected. "You contact me and tell me to meet you in this dark alley on some backwater planet, because you had a job for me and information on this coming conflict with the auto-whatever." Feuer grabbed the man by his hood and began shaking him violently "Did you think this was funny? what, did you see my ad and decide you just wanted to mess with me punk? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY I SPENT JUST TO GET HERE AND YOU'RE TELLING ME I HAVE TO GO BACK INTO SPACE?!!" Feuer connected with a right cross to the mans jaw. Holding his mouth and spitting out a few teeth and some blood the man tried to communicate with the angry Feuer. "If I was just messing with you I wouldn't have even shown up! and I didnt say I had a job for you I said someone had a job for you. Something he couldn't speak to you about through comms just in case someone was listening in". "Oh yeah? then why didn't he contact me himself" said Feuer trying to calm down and not knock this guy's head off of his shoulders. "He's a careful man, he wouldn't risk exposing himself to eavesdroppers." The mans words made sense to an extent which seemed to calm Feuer. "So you're telling me that if I got to these coordinates in space I'll meet this guy?" The hooded man spoke in a nervous tone still spitting out blood "Yeah man, I mean, maybe, I dunno, I was just paid to pass this information along please, don't hit me again". "I see, well then, I'll go and meet this guy, but if this turns out to be a joke, I'm going to come back here and kill you, do you understand?" Just then a third voice chimed in "Hey, whats going on back here?". It was an officer. "Sir I'm gonna need you to put your hands in the air and step away from this man" he said to Feuer while attempting to pull out his weapon, however before the officer go draw Feuer had crossed the distance between them. In one swift motion Feuer struck the officer with a straight punch that landed square on the officers chin sending him flying back a few paces knocked out cold. The hooded man pissed himself and stood in shock at what he just witnessed. "Remember what I said, if this is a joke, I'm gonna come back and find you, and I will kill you" Feuer hopped on to the motorcycle he had stolen in order to travel around faster. "So I just need to go here huh? man, with all the money I spent here on transportation I'll be broke before I even reach this guy This job better be worth it, or I am so gonna kill that guy. When I get the money to come back here anyway. Next stop, space! again!"

Boringverse

After a few moments during which Ali hashed out some of the finer points of his contract, Flit joined the ertswhile crew of the Nava-Hoe in drinking coffee in the mess. Shinn drank it, but complained about wanting cream and sugar, which resulted in a truly spectacular beating courtesy of all others present. After leaving the child curled in a corner, al-Saachez took the boy's mug, and poured some whiskey into it. After receiving approving nods from the other adults, Ali and the rest resumed their previous conversation.

"So." The blond engineer began, "We're supposed to escort this Dominion as you go around investigating the damage, is that right?"

The blue haired man nodded, "Indeed. We have an infestation of vermin, so it's only natural that if they popped up in one place, then they would likely show up elsewhere as well. There's also the risk of out-lying installations being wiped out, so we'll be retrieving whatever information we can from them and backing it up as a failsafe in case the worst comes to pass. To assist you in this..."

A beeping noise echoes through the room, causing Aaron to look up, "It looks like Azrael's decided to make a call."

Flit nodded, "Of course. We'll pick this up again afterwards." The men got up from their seats, walking past the curled up Shinn in the corner of the room, who shivered as they passed by him.

---

"Gentles, tell me, where's the Vice Admiral?" Azrael opened the call, sounding sickeningly sweet, "I've got something a bit urgent to discuss with him, so if you could run along and fetch-"

"I'm right here, Azrael." Flit interrupted, walking into the Chairman's field of vision, "Is this about the thing the Allster girl brought with her back to the Dominion?"

The greaseball nods, "Of course." He pauses, his expression growing manic, "They're...hehe...N-Jammer Canceller schematics." The blue haired X-rounder blinked, his expression growing grave, "It all works out, Flit. The math, the designs. These things are one hundred percent fucking legit." His face split in an insane grin, "With this we can wipe out those filthy Cooridinators! I've already ordered mass production of them in our facilities at-"

"Why did you do that?" Flit replied, rubbing his forehead in protest of a growing migraine, "Azrael...don't think that just because I can't see you doesn't mean I don't know what youve been doing the past hour. Setting aside your habit of going off a bit...half-cocked, you do realize that an alpha strike as soon as those kinds of plans were leaked to us is exactly what the enemy wants, right?"

The faggots jaw drops in shock, "B-b-but, Flit! If we don't strike them now, then they might realize that we have this stuff before we get a chance to use it!"

"And so what?" The X-Rounder replied coldly, "They probably already have a contingency for that. Azrael, I swear to god your idiocy will get us all killed one day. This is just like our conversation about you accompanying the Dominion..."

Azrael smirked, "You have to admit, Badgiruel has got one hell of an ass."

Flit brushed the comment aside, "I suppose if you find the idea of fucking a gynoid attractive, then yes, the Lt. Commander would indeed be right up your alley." He and Azrael rolled their eyes at one another in a well-practiced synchronized movement, "setting that aside, who designed these things?"

"The PLANTS, obviously."

"Now, who's had them even longer than us?"

"Also the PLANTS."

"Good, good," Flit replied, stroking his chin, "Now, who's in charge of said PLANTS?"

"That freakish bastard Zala, of course." Azrael nodded, "I had thought it odd that someone who hates Naturals so badly would hesitate to use nuclear weapons against us, or hell, even field more units such as the Freedom or the Justice...Unless..." The Chairman of Blue Cosmos blinked, as if he suddenly realized something.

Flit nodded, "Yes. Unless he has something even more devastatingly effective up his sleeve and he's merely waiting for the opportunity to use it against us." The Vice Admiral shrugged, "Regardless. We now have the aliens to deal with, and I've already offered the PLANT Supreme Council a peace offer on the basis of uniting against the common threat. We can't wipe out precious resources when they could be put to far better use against our common enemies."

The blond smirked, "I got ya. I'll hand the data over to Morgenroute then. Gentles, Mr. al-Saachez, good work on that Black Hole engine machine, by the way. We were able to get the data just fine, now once we get the completed prototype over, we'll be able to reverse engineer it almost immediately." The man's smirk grew wider, as a thin line of drool began edging down his face, "Oh man, two promising prototypes of new technology, one right after the other. Sooo many possibilities, ehehe."

Flit walked over to the viewscreen, switching it off. "I'm informing you both from person experience, we did not want to see where he ended up after that. Regardless, there's something we need to retrieve from the Dominion before we depart. Gentles, you'll be coming with me. al-Saachez?"

"Hmm?" The mercenary opened one eye from where he had been drowsing against the wall,

"Keep on eye on things here."

"Heh, you're the boss, man."

Flit turned towards the other engineer, "Come with me."

---

Some time later, the two stood in the Mobile Suit Hanger of the Dominion. While Aaron could admit to himself that the general layout of the craft itself was only a step above it's more outdated counterparts, the Hanger itself was, from his perspective, in a league entirely all it's own.

"Gentles." Flit began, waving down towards the numerous Strike Dagger, and then towards a trio of unique machines, "As you can probably tell, the Dominion truly does not need an escort. However, the ship itself, while advanced, lacks a trained and efficient crew in ensuring it's maintenance. Given your role with the Nava-Hoe and how it was built primarily off the same technology that created the Archangel-Class, you are a prime candidate for hiring for this task."

"And as such, there's nothing too suspicious about me being hired out to accompany you all, correct?" Gentles replied,

"Of course," Flit nodded, "Not to mention, given the Junk Guild's almost legendary neutral status, the fact that we have you fulfilling the role of a Tender ship shows that we've taken on a neutral observer in the Junk Guild. There's simply no way we'd be doing anything suspicious while we have you breathing down our necks like the goody-two-shoes you Guild Techs are known to be." Flit replied, rolling his eyes in apparent exasperation, then reached out with his hand and pointed at one of the unique Mobile Suits, this one colored blue with massively oversized spaulders, with two large beam cannons attached to it's back, "GAT-X131 Calamity, it's the first of the second generation G-weapons developed by the Earth Federation after the disaster at Heliopolis." He pointed to a second one, this one colored a dark green with a series of massive shields on it's left, right, and back, "GAT-X252 Forbidden. It's a transformable mobile suit, with it's notable features being it's ability to send out erratically traveling beams, a heavy scythe, and most importantly, it's "Geschmeidig Panzer"."

"Geschmeidig Panzer?" Gentles replied.

"It's a system that uses powerful magnetic fields on specialized Mirage Colloid particles, much like your own suit, in order to deflect energy weapons while active. It's apparently not as useful on melee beam weapons for whatever reason. And finally, it last feature," Flit gestured to the Forbidden's hanger, where a massive scythe hung, "The Nidhoggr Heavy Scythe."

"I'm assuming there's something special about it? Hard metal weapons like that are pretty ineffective in this day and age."

Flit snorted, "Have you ever heard of the Graveyard?"

Aaron was taken aback. The Graveyard was where Lowe Guile had said that the man who made his original Gibraltar Straight resided, and it was where he was taught the metallurgy techniques to forge his massively oversized version of the weapon. It was uninhabited now, with the death of Lower's teacher, but even something that was a leftover relic from that place was likely to be of truly exceptional quality.

"I...may want to take a look over that later." Flit nodded.

"The last one," He said, pointing at a black and red mobile suit, "GAT-X370 Raider. It's another transformable mobile suit, but this one is comparatively straightforward. It has a number of mid-range and short-range weaponry making it suited for Mobile Suit combat, and really, its only other standout feature aside from the transformation is it's "Mjolnir" Spherical Breaker, which is just a flail on a cable treated with anti-beam properties. It's nothing too impressive."

Flit shrugged, "Anyway, these suits can handle themselves, Gentles. Let me show you to the bridge...But before we do that." He reached into his pocket, and withdrew two PDA-like devices, "Find some way to install these into al-Saachez's machine. Their devices that record your battle data and analyze it for reproduction and potential countering of enemy technology. It's live, and is equipped to send the data to a secure mainframe back at Morgenroute. It only sends combat data, thankfully, so don't worry about anything being leaked as a result."

Aaron accepted the gift gratefully, and followed Flit to the ship's bridge.

Several weeks later at a mysterious mansion on a deserted planet

"This is the place": Feuer said from the inside of Apokalypse. He surveyed the area but to his surprise no information showed up regarding the mansion nor the planet they were on.The planet being akin to a desert. A desert of nothing but red sand, stale wind and this luxurious mansion sitting in the middle of nowhere completely out of place. Feeling there was nothing else left but to move forward Feuer advanced to the mansion. He got no closer than 10 meters away until a voice rang out.

"That's far enough" the voice said. Feuer looked around, the voice was coming from speakers on the side of the mansion, Feuer thought to himself, "what the hell would he need with speakers all the way out here in the middle of nowhere?". Regardless, he halted his advance and turned on Apokalypse's mic to respond. "Who are you? are you this deepthroat guy?" Feuer asked in a slightly mocking tone.

"Deepthroat?, I told that idiot it was black throat, the name was BLACK THROAT!!!. In competent fool, thats the last time I hire so college dropout to run errands for me"

Unable to control himself Feuer burst out laughing. "Black throat isn't any better. I'm sorry , but I don't think I can take a name like that seriously"

Blackthroat spoke " But I'm certain you can take my money seriously right?" Feuer paused his laughter for a second, the proposition of money intrigued him

Feuer: " You do know who I am right? and that my services don't come cheap"

Blackthroat:" I'm well aware of who you are Feuer, you've got quite the reputation, which is why I have chosen you"

Feuer: "chosen me for what?"

Blackthroat: "Step outside of your machine and come on inside, we have much to discuss".

Stepping out of Apokalypse, Feuer was hesitant at first. What was going on, and why is it he had to go through such roundabout methods to speak to this person. Either way, he wasn't leaving here .without answers. As the mansion doors opened to allow him to enter, he took note of something he found very peculiar. The dimensions inside the mansion did not match the outside. That is to say, the mansion was bigger on the inside than on the out. As he looked around trying to make sense of his surroundings he was stopped and greeted by a stranger.

"Wlecome Feuer" to my humble abode. I am blackthroat and you have been chosen to save the universe. Sort of"

Feuer was awe struck, the man standing before him was at least 8 ft tall, even while hunched over. His skin was blue and he wore all black. His eyes like small black beads. and his hair long and grey. Everything about this man was unnatural. This mans very existence screamed danger. But having been a combat veteran of over 3 decades Feuer simply repressed his fear and followed the man.

Blackthroat: "I realize you must have a lot of questions, especially about what I brought you here for. The truth is I lured you here with information about a conflict, but the truth is, that conflict happened long ago. In my timeline anyway. I'm not originally from this dimension"

Feuer couldn't believe what he was hearing

Feuer: "Look, whoever, whatever you are, but I find that awfully hard to believe. Sounds like something straight out of a scifi novel"

Blackthorat rebuttled

Blackthroat: "Ah, but one might say the same about you. Born in a tiny solar system far far away, despite the lack of contact from the rest of the galaxy your people managed to come up with technology to successfully bond man and machines brains. A practice that had been abandoned hundreds, no thousands of years ago because they couldn't overcome certain problems with the rejection of the cyborg implants and the stress such implants had on the brain. How many of you were created? a few thousand? and yet here you stand, one of only a handful left scattered throughout the galaxy. You're a walking science fiction novel yourself, so who are you to judge?"

Feuer was silent. Everything the man had said was true. But how exacly did he know that much about him? Feuer hadn't told anyone of his origin and the only people who knew were wiped out decades ago. He told no one of his origins and yet this man knew exactly where he came from. Feuer not knowing how to respond simply told the man to continue his story.

"I'm listening" Feuer said with piqued curiosity. "Explain to me how you know so much about me"?

Blackthroat simply sighed.

Blackthroat: "We don't have time for all of that. Look I brought you here because I believe you have what it takes to save the universe, both mine and everyone elses. Your universe is one of the few it hasn't reached, but I fear that may not hold true for long."

Feuer: "What are you talking about? you're not making any sense!"

Blackthroat explained as much as he could about what was happening to Feuer. About the singularity and everything that was to come. Feuer was overwhelmed by the sudden knowledge. He couldn't even imagine everything described to him. Before he could gather his thoughts together, Blackthroat spoke to him once more

Blackthroat: " This is the machine I used to come here, built by me and my colleagues. We didn't have much time to experiment with it before the destruction of our universe I had jumped not knowing where exactly it would take me. That was over a few hundred years ago. However, I have managed to find out how it works. Sadly though, the power source for the machine doesn't exist in this universe and It only has so much power left.The machine itself will break down after this final use. Neither you nor I will ever be able to use it again even if you manage to find a power source for it. I want to use it to send you back in time, to another dimension. I have monitored you from the time of your conception on Elesium and I believe you have what it takes to save everyone. But you can't do it alone. Make allies, people you can trust and fight together to protect the universe. I'm going to activate the machine, When I do, a wormhole will open up behind the mansion, big enough to fit you and Apokalypse through. However, it will only stay open for a minute. It's up to you to decide whether or not you want to go through it, but for the sake of the universe, I hope you do"

Blackthroat flipped the switch he had been standing next to. The mansion began to rumble and shake.

Blackthroat: "GO NOW, THE UNIVERE IS COUNTING ON YOU!"

With no time to think about his course of action Feuer sprinted back to Apokalypse. As he enetered the machine he turned around to see that the wormhole didn't open up behind the mansion, it opened right where the mansion stood engulfing it completely. In order to accommodate the size of Apokalypse, blackthroat had to open the portal far bigger than it had ever been before. He knew it would destroy him to do so but chose to do it anyway. The wormhole began closing and Feuer quickly leaped through it uncertain of what was going to be waiting for him on the otherside

The forces acting on his body in the wormhole seemed like it would tear him apart. He spent what seemed like an eternity traveling though the wormhole. It felt like he had watched the universes creation and destruction thousands of times over before he finally made it to the other side. Tired, Feuer had lost consciousness inside of Apokalypse.

When he came to Apokalypse had run out of power. He opened the cockpit to step outside. Surveying his surroundings he took note of the familiar blue sky, but nothing came to him. He had realized the connection he had to the data hub in his universe was cut off and for the first time in a while, he was completely in the dark about where he was and his position relative to the galaxy. He gathered his strength for a while and decided he'd get nowhere by sitting around. He was hesistant about leaving Apokalypse just laying around, but as only he could activate it with his key, he figured it wouldn't hurt to leave it alone for a while.

After walking for what seemed like days Feuer came across a small town. His first thought was finding a place where he could eat. Because his cyber brain had improved the efficiency of how his body uses it's energy Feuer could go for about a month before he actually needed to eat, but even so he would stil get hunger pangs. Smelling the scent of fresh bread, Feuer followed the smell back to a small bakery. His appearance startled the women behind the counter. Without a moments hesitation Feuer broke the glass display the break and cakes were behind and started eating.He scarfed down as much as he could. One of the women he had startled just moments before had picked up a broom and hit him over the head with it. The broom broke on contact with his head.Feuer turned around and took notice of them staring at him, frightened. He appraoched the woman and simply asked,

Feuer: "what's the name of this planet? what year is it?."

They women found his question strange but answered him anyway for fear of him retaliating. It was Earth. UC.0080

Feuer: "Great, Earth again,why couldn't it have been the planet of all female nude models"

Seiryu said
“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.” ‘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.

Several minutes earlier during the Skirmish at side 3

Shinn did a leaping slash at Akira’s Kampfer
“I’ll pay you back for Linny and for shoving Asuna around!” He shouted
“Too slow” Akira replied

Asuna could feel his emotions
“Shinn! “

Her hands reached around the controls
“I…I have to go…”
Before Asuna could act her mind was bombarded by more voices

Uwaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Somebody please, anyone save me!
It’s dark
The hatch won’t open!
Go down! Go downnn!
NOOOOO!
Dying in a place like this
I cannot listen!!
I won’t die here

These voices are immobilizing me

Kyaaaa
I cannot…
This can’t be…
Damn Zeons!! I’ll kill you!

….Listen

Shit why won’t it move?!
Stop it!
Devils!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I cannot!

Asuna’s mind went dark.

Her canard stood up and she saw a discarded Beam rifle.

She threw away her shield and grabbed the weapon.

“I have to go…”
Her mind flashed back to Shinn’s words in the Infirmary

“If I had no choice but to kill someone to protect you…even…even if you hated me for it…I might do it anyway.”

Asuna headed for Shin’s direction but a barrage of fire from four Zaku’s greeted her.

Swiftly the Canard dodged every shot, as soon as she got the opportunity to turn Asuna fired at the Zaku’s with both rifles each shot annihilating all four at once.

“This is salamis! Please help us!” Sad the doomed ship over the com
“Send the remaining mobile suits to cover ship 3!” The Captain shouted
“Incredible” the bridge communicator watched Asuna’s action’s with Forma watching
“Put it on the main camera” Forma said
“She’s shot down three—no four Zaku’s in a row! Asuna Elmarit she is currently headed to where ship 4 was.”

Fourma gave Hank a thumbs up.

Around Salamis 4: Now
The rounds detonated
“Who shot those Bazooka rounds!?” Akira said outraged
He quickly sensed his answer
“She’s finally here!!!!”

A Zaku flanking Akira took to intercepting her

“I’ll handle this” the pilot said
“Stop! It’s not possible! Asuna’s…Asuna’s…”

Asuna dropped one of her rifles and pulled out a beam saber and effortlessly cut the Zaku down
“….The same as I am!!!”

Akira readied his Bazooka’s

“Not bad!”
“Asuna?!” Yahagi said
“Asuna?” Erisia said echoing Yahagi’s concern
“Asuna? No…stay away!”

Asuna’s Canard stood in place beam saber and rifle in both hands
Yahagi showed up on video

“Asuna Elmarit! Get out of here! Now!”
What? Something’s…different! Erisia thought
“Asuna, no!!” Shinn cried out

Asuna’s Canard battled Akira’s Kampfer
“Been a while hasn't it?! A while since we've played!!!” Akira said with glee

The Kampfer fired Bazooka rounds at Asuna and she moved to evade

An explosion went off and a MS was hit

Shinn?

Boringverse

Aaron and Flit entered in on the ultra-modern command bridge of the Dominion, unlike the rest of the craft, which merely looked well scrubbed, the bridge itself was clearly state of the art. The chamber itself was incredibly compact, located at the top of the central spire overlooking the rest of the ship. Outside the viewscreen near the bow, which had a number of consoles on it, the floor of the room was free of clutter. Aside from the captain's chair, which sat empty for the moment. The majority of consoles were set up on awkward suspended cables, hanging mid air, along with the seats for the people handling them, which sat empty for the moment aside from a red-haired girl in a Federation uniform appearing very much out of her element.

Flit strode forward, eyebrow twitching in apparent anger, "Admiral on deck! Where the hell are all of you brats?!" The redhead jumped out of her seat, shivering in fright.

"F-f-Fllay Allster! Warrant Officer! Vice Admiral sir!" The girl all but screamed, delivering an incredibly half-assed salute to the blue haired man in front of her.

"Allster!" Flit shouted, glancing at the station she had been attending, "Get me comms to the entire vessel!" The girl nodded quickly, before diving back into the midair seat.

"You're on, sir!" Allster replied, gesturing towards a microphone at her console.

Flit approached, taking a deep breath, "Hello, everyone. This is your Vice Admiral, Flit Asuno speaking. *ahem*..." The X-Rounder paused, smirking as he let the tension mount, " WHAT THE HELL ARE THE BRIDGE STAFF DOING?! GET TO YOUR STATIONS!!!!" He nodded, satisfied, before turning towards Aaron while holding up three fingers, lowering them one by one in a countdown. As the last finger returned to his closed fist, the door to the bridge hissed open, as the panting form of a black haired woman wearing a captain's hat clung to the entrance, panting heavily.

"Lt...Lt. Commander Badgerule...reporting...Captain on Deck!" She got out, before Flit walked up to her, raising a hand out over his head when, seemingly randomly, he gestured for Aaron to walk over.

"You do it." He said, a smirk growing on his face. Shrugging, the Guild Tech withdrew drew his hand back, before slapping the woman in front of him. She buckled, as the blond processed what just happened.

That was random. Why did he suddenly have me do it? Something to do with his psychic powers? And if so....is she blushing?!

Badgeroule straightened herself out, standing at attention as she saluted Asuno, "Sir! I apologize for my tardiness! I had not been informed of your return to the vessel and was forced to see to your..." Her voice dragged off, becoming significantly more awkward, "Accommodations."

Flit nodded, "I assume that my quarters have been sufficiently pimped out according to my specifications?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Good work." Flit nodded, "This is the Guild Tech we've hired out to serve as a Tender Ship and neutral observer for the duration of our voyage, Lt. Commander. Aaron Gentles."

The black haired woman turned to look at him, blushing slightly as she extended a hand out in greeting, "Lt. Commander Natarle Badgeroule. I look forward to working with you."

"Er...Likewise." Aaron reached out to grip the woman's hand in order to shake it. The moment he applied a grip, he felt her limb tremble.

...The fuck?

Flit stood in between them, "Gentles ship, the Nava-Hoe," The woman's face twitched, "Is one of the tender ship prototypes designed to go with the Archangel-class ships. It is one of only two in existence at the moment, so it's ideal for our purposes, given the ReHOME was unavailable."

"Sir!"

"Gentles, with me." The blue haired man strode out the room confidently, while a rush of young officers charged past the pair into the command deck, "There's one more thing I want to show you." The two marched into the living quarters, stopping at a room with a custom nameplate adorning it. Aaron stared at the fresh soldering, and then blinked as he noticed the words Chez Pimpin' inscribed upon it. The blond turned to stare at the Vice Admiral, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't judge me," The X-Rounder snorted, "I've been married since I was 12 years old, more or less. You can't even imagine the shit I've had to repress for my own safety." The blue haired man shivered, "Every time I considered something new, my abilities would give me a preview of how it would turn out." His eyes suddenly grew lifeless, gazing at something he could only see. Given the despair Aaron could feel radiating from the man before him, the Guild Tech was deeply grateful for that fact. "I...Sometimes vanilla is best, Gentles. Sometimes the simple things really are the best." After shaking his head for a moment, Flit opened the door to his room.

It was, for lack of a better word, tacky as hell. The walls were adorned with purple velvet, along with a four-poster bed very blatantly bolted into the floor. The X-Rounder withdrew a remote, pressing a button on it. The mattress began spinning around as he chuckled to himself. A disco ball appeared from hammerspace, and cheesy porno music assaulted Aaron's ears.

"This isn't what I wanted to show you, by the way." Flit said, before turning towards the engineer, "I feel you judging me. Stop that."

...Tch

"By the way, that bed, while spinning, generates it's own gravity at nearly 1G. Can you make a bed like that? I thought not." Gentles face narrowed in annoyance, knowing it was the truth. "Anyway. Here it is." Asuno walked over to a closet, opening it up and withdrawing a funky looking helmet. "Give this to al-Saachez. I'll speak to his employer shortly about letting him wear it, so there shouldn't be a problem."

Aaron took the headwear, eyeing it suspiciously, "What is it?"

"Don't worry about it, Gentles. It's not meant for you anyway. al-Saachez has certain...traits that allow him to use it more effectively." The blue haired man replied, "We'll be departing shortly. Make sure to use that time to install those devices onto yours and al-Saachez's machine." He waved to Aaron, shooing him out. "I'll update you if anything important comes up."

Aaron left, and after several moments, Flit went to lean back in a chair, his feet resting on a desk in his room as he stared up at the ceiling.

It was hard to believe that it had been only four months since he discovered that in this new world, he lacked everything which he had spent his entire life to accumulate in order to become a savior.

"First the power..." He chuckled to himself..."And then the bitches..."

Shortly afterwards, the Dominion and the Nava-Hoe left port for their first destination.

Ensign Ki Vala flew by in his GM Custom filled with wrath.

She had left me...me! For another woman! Just right when after I told her how I felt....and took all my stuff except my Mech with it. Because of her I got kicked out of the EF military for loosing my uniform! SHE HUMILIATED ME! I WAS GOING TO CLIMB THE RANKS AND SHE MADE ME LOOK IRRESPONSIBLE

Ki had died that day and been reborn as something else, an impotent rage had overtaken his soul and twisted his mind.

I'll cut down every woman I see until I find her again. Wrong or right I don't give a damn! Every single whore will pay for hurting me! PAY!

Ki began to head to the nearest Mall center

He laid eyes on a couple showing their affections with each other openly at the entrance

"Why do they get to be happy when I can't?! WHY!"

Ki fired wildly into the center as the bystanders fruitlessly ran to evade Ki's barrage

"WHY WON'T SHE LOVE ME!!!" Ki shouted as he sprayed rounds into adjacent cars

One of Ki's volley's consumed an entire family

To think that's what I could have had, they wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for you! I'M NOT TO BLAME!

In the wake of the carnage Ki jetted off looking for another target

Skirmish of Side 3

“Sir! Reinforcements have arrived, 1 Mobile Suit and 2 fighters! They’ve engaged the suits attacking Salamis 3! It’s taken damage but it’s still holding!”

‘Just 1 suit and 2 fighters? What is going on here…’
“Hail the pilots, request them to back us up if they deal with the forces there”
“Sir!”

“They’re certainly disciplined at least, I can’t simply snipe them from here… I’m going in, provide cover fire!”
Switching back to Waverider mode the Delta dashed across the battlefield to engage the Zakus and Doms beginning a second assault on Salamis 3, after dispersing slightly to avoid the initial Beam fire.
‘The first Salamis is still sending out a request for help, nothing I can do about that now!’ Mikhail pitched upward while quickly transforming and firing on 2 nearby Zakus, disabling one and destroying the other.
‘I have really got to get that maneuver down…’ Mikhail switched over to a Dom lobbing a grenade into it before replacing his rifle’s E-pac and aiming at another squad of Zakus attempting to finish off the limping ship.
‘They really want this Salamis sunk, I’m not gonna make it to the other ship’ Mikhail began to get worried before seeing enemy signals on his sensor begin to drop. ‘Signals rapidly decreasing, someone’s taking them out in a row now! I just hope they can keep it up”

Marie might be overjoyed at taking out Feddies but she knew when a situation had turned sour.
“We can’t finish the mission with these reinforcements peppering us, it’s only a matter of time before more show up! We’re done here Akira! We’re pulling out!”
Akira paid her no mind at first instead lining up another shot.
‘You’re too naïve Asuna…!’ Akira fired amidst the confusion of Shinn’s Canard exploding but failed to hit as Asuna pre-emptively dodged the shot.
‘How did she manage that…?’
“Akira!” Marie yelled angrily at him, “I said we’re done here! Stop wasting ammo kid!” To Akira’s surprise instead of chewing him out further her voice turned solemn as she continued.
“Leave the children to their teachers. The world needs them to grow up.”
Akira did not reply, instead setting the bazookas to the Kampfer’s back before following her in their retreat.

Seiryu said
“Sir! Reinforcements have arrived, 1 Mobile Suit and 2 fighters! They’ve engaged the suits attacking Salamis 3! It’s tekn damage but it’s still holding!”‘Just 1 suit and 2 fighters? What is going on here…’“Hail the pilots, request them to back us up if they deal with the forces there”“Sir!”“They’re certainly disciplined at least, I can’t simply snipe them from here… I’m going in, provide cover fire!”Switching back to Waverider mode the Delta dashed across the battlefield to engage the Zakus and Doms beginning a second assault on Salamis 3, after dispersing slightly to avoid the initial Beam fire. ‘The first Salamis is still sending out a request for help, nothing I can do about that now!’ Mikhail pitched upward while quickly transforming and firing on 2 nearby Zakus, disabling one and destroying the other.‘I have really got to get that maneuver down…’ Mikhail switched over to a Dom lobbing a grenade into it before replacing his rifle’s E-pac and aiming at another squad of Zakus attempting to finish off the limping ship.‘They really want this Salamis sunk, I’m not gonna make it to the other ship’ Mikhail began to get worried before seeing enemy signals on his sensor begin to drop. ‘Signals rapidly decreasing, someone’s taking them out in a row now! I just hope they can keep it up”Marie might be overjoyed at taking out Feddies but she knew when a situation had turned sour. “We can’t finish the mission with these reinforcements peppering us, it’s only a matter of time before more show up! We’re done here Akira! We’re pulling out!”Akira paid her no mind at first instead lining up another shot.‘You’re too naïve Asuna…!’ Akira fired amidst the confusion of Shinn’s Canard exploding but failed to hit as Asuna pre-emptively dodged the shot.‘How did she manage that…?’“Akira!” Marie yelled angrily at him, “I said we’re done here! Stop wasting ammo kid!” To Akira’s surprise instead of chewing him out further her voice turned solemn as she continued.“Leave the children to their teachers. The world needs them to grow up.”Akira did not reply, instead setting the bazookas to the Kampfer’s back before following her in their retreat.

The bazooka round hit Shinn’s side
“Shinn?!” Asuna said
“Why you!” Shinn shouted
Shinn’s Canard Charged at Akira

“Shinn!” Erisia screamed
“Eject! Shinn Barnack eject now!” Yahagi shouted
“Asuna…I will…protect you!!!”
“Hmpf” responded Akira to Shinn's recklessness and fired
Shinn took the second blast to the cockpit and exploded

Shinn…!
Shinn!!
Asuna was cold with shock as she saw Shinn’s body flat by in the ruins of his Canard
“I’m Shinn Barnack. Welcome”
Tears began flowing in Asuna’s eyes
“Everyone’s got a tough life. No need to stress out alone”
“Shinn…?!”

I…
“See you smiled”
I…
"You have to step up most when you’re scared"
I…
“Maybe I can feel what you’re feeling”
Shinn!!
Asuna's mind went dark in complete despair

Alexandria

“Get that pilot outta there”
“Now Erisia Kerry may be—“
“No need to tell me. With everything going on…he’d urp!”
Erisia felt nausea overtake her
I can’t deceive my own heart

“This was the only undamaged trainer “
“How’s the pilot?”
“She has no wounds but...Someone should get her to sick bay. But prioritize the wounded first!” The doctor said while examining Asuna
Suddenly Hank appeared looking pleased with the outcome
“My little angel of death, It’s you after all…little Zaku killer. At the price of three Salarmis to discover a newtype like her…it’s a bargain!” Hank said while examining Asuna as if she were some prize handed to him
“Well put. With the one A rank and dozen B ranks discovered…the cost performance ratio was higher than anticipated.” Forma said
“Cost performance?” A voice said overhearing the conversation

It was Erisia

“…higher…than anticipated?”

Hank approached the other girl
"A bountiful harvest…Erisia Nocton, or should I say Newtype response level 69% aptitude rank A-! Elmarit’s aptitude rank is A+. Did you see her fight?!"

Erisia just stared blankly

“What’s with that face? It’s like a mask.”
The words from Hank reminded her of what Shinn said

“All that’s just armor right? To protect yourself?”

“That stern face is nothing but a mask until you beat Elmarit. Show it to me after you beat her!” Hank shouted
Asuna!

In the Infirmary Asuna laid asleep
“…Ngh…ahn….!”

She felt a hand and a rag on her head

“Asuna are you okay?”
“Emilu?”
“Hahaha”

Hank and Forma’s words began to echo in Asuna’s mind

At the price of three Salarmis to discover a newtype like her…it’s a bargain!
…cost performance…

“It’s all my fault…It’s all my fault that everyone…?!”
“Why was Shinn there to begin with? Care to explain that?”
“Erisia! Not now!” Emilu shouted
“Th-then he’s…Shinn’s really…?!”
“Calm down Asuna!”
“He was injured. He wasn’t ordered to sortie. He didn't need to sortie.”

Tears began to form in Erisia’s eyes

“So…why?!”

Erisia pulled out the picture of Shinn Asuna drew

“That drawing”
“You…”
She tore the picture in half
“Erisia!”
“…Have no right to mourn his death!!”

Minutes later

“Hatch 5 opening. Suit preparing to launch” said the bridge officer
“Who’s piloting it?” Forma asked

Asuna was inside of the Canard waiting
I can’t stay here any longer
She saw a specter of Shinn holding her hand on the control
I’ll protect you.
Shinn.

“Asuna Elmarit…launching!!”

Asuna’s Canard jetted off into the void of space

Boringverse

"The cultists have failed to silence the insects that detected us Bludgeon" Said the Fallen

"Dammit I should have gone myself...what would Warworld be without me ravaging fools at it's helm?" Bludgeon responded

"Do not be too disappointed, apparently we are not the only alien race here, we have an opportunity to use this and the pathetic fleshlings feuding to our advantage"

"How so?"
"You will go to what these Humans call the "Plants" and give it's leaders a token of a herald of Unicron's "Friendship""
"Can I kill everything that gets in my way?"
"Only the ones foolish enough to attack first, normally I would say no but the people of this world seem....stupid. Exceptionally so, so they might be actually impressed by a brutal show of power. And even if our "Diplomacy" doesn't work be sure their leaders get our "gift" by force."

"I got one question Fallen?"
"And that is?"
"You and your Dark Science could wreck every civilization on this planet 10 times over, why play puppeteer with these cockroaches?"

"Where is the fun in that? I'm curious how long this world will crack with hate before it breaks then we will take the tainted yolk and feed it to the Master. Besides I have a feeling Tarantulas will take a while"

"So basically you want to kill time?"
"The Black Hole gave me no opportunities for entertainment Bludgeon, my patience is great but even it has limits."

"Hopefully we won't rust over when he gets done."

"Go"

Bludgeon took the Helm of Warwold and it flew off to "Greet" the Plants

Boringverse

Aaron worked on the ReGHOST and Throne Drei, installing the equipment which Flit had given him, in addition to attempting to find a way to integrate the helmet into the Gundam reliably. The ship had left port and the PLANTs behind some time ago, as Ali al-Saachez continued his brainwashing of young Shinn Asuka. At that moment, a loud thud echoed through the craft, prompting the Guild Tech to abandon his efforts for the moment, setting down the helmet, and rushing the [i]Nava-Hoe]/i]'s bridge.

"The hell was that?" Ali said

"On screen," was the engineers reply. The wall in front of him opened up, revealing a window in the void.

Or so it would have, we it not for the copious amounts of white fluid staining the windows.

"Engage Space Wipers."

A mysterious liquid shot out, as massive wiping mechanisms cleaned the bridge windows. There was a loud screech as an object caught on to the wipers, being carried out of sight even as the fluid was cleaned off, restoring the view.

"...Looks like i've got to get that crap removed before it damages the equipment." Aaron muttered, donning a normal suit before exiting the craft through an airlock.

---

Flit Asuno received a terrible premonition. A premonition of terrible, even.

He swiftly opened a direct line to the feed observing his personal office at the Daeadalus Base, where he observed two men invading the privacy of his personal sanctum.

"Azrael. Djibril. What are you two doing?" The two paused mid-action like deer caught in headlights. Azrael stood up, visibly sweating

"Ahh...Flit...We were...just investigating for suspicious activity and bugs?"

"...Get out. If you do anything like that again, I won't give a damn how useful you are to me."

Nodding eagerly, the blond man ran with his tail in between his legs.

"But not you, Djibril." The effeminate looking man stood up from where his knees had been bent on the floor. "You're not nearly useful enough for me to let you off the hook for this crap." The blue haired man stroked his chin thoughtfully, "I have just the solution." Djibril grabbed his skull, falling to his knees as Flit Asuno turned his X-Rounder psychic abilities against him, "Since you seem to enjoy being mounted, we'll make it so that you'll never be sexually attracted to anything that isn't a horse ever again."

As Djibril cried, already able to tell that it was true, Flit closed the connection, satisfied with the results of the conversation, the Vce Admiral returned to chillaxing.

---

"The hell is that?" Ali said, as Aaron brought the mess that had hit his space windshield. He took it out in the mess, dumping it unceremoniously onto a table.

"A mess," Aaron replied.

The three men looked down, their gazes taking in Aaron's find.

Boringverse

Warworld began approaching the Plants and a fleet of Zaft battleships began hailing it

"Unidentified craft please identify yourself! If you do not comply we will commence fire immediately"

Bludgeon's skeletal pretender visage grinned with glee

The chance for slaughter revealed itself

"Fire"

The Cultist crew complied and annihilated the entire complement with a barrage from all of Warworlds guns

"Hahahahaahahah time to give these worms a visit, I'll go alone"

Bludgeon took to the airlock and floated into space.

Patrick Zala was irate

"One ship took down our entire complement sent to guard the council? One goddamn ship?"
"Apparently these Aliens are more dangerous than we expected" Rau responded somehow keeping his cool

Alarms began blaring

Something had punctured trough the outer hull of the Plants. Something was about to enter.

"Send all available forces to defend against these invaders! I want no ground given to them!"

In the colony Bludgeon had punched a hole straight into a residential area plunging many unsuspecting bystanders into the void of Space to die in agony.

Their screams were like music to his audio preceptors.

A squad composed of 20 GINN's hovered above Bludgeon with their arms readied

Bludgeon was amused by the toys these Humans possessed.

Humanoid machines witch a juicy center inside, it would be interesting to see how well they can survive against a master Metallikato. Or not.

"Sir it looks like some kind of....walking Skeleton!" A Pilot said over communications
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" A second said
"That thing is huge! Do the Aliens have their own Mobile Suits?" A third one said intimidated

"Hear me now Humans of ZAFT! You can either turn back now and live the pathetic remainder of your lives in dishonor, or die in agony knowing your lives were wasted in a fruitless attempt to defeat me."

"Fire!" The commander instructed

Bludgeon did nothing but stand as the rounds failed to even scratch him

He unsheathed his sword and prepared his counterattack

"A shame, I was expecting a challenge. You're just more fools I can cut down with my optics covered!"

Bludgeon jumped into a adjacent Building bounced off it and leaped into the sky

"Where did he go? Wha-" Before the commanding unit could complete it's sentence a large figure was standing somehow weightlessly on its head

Bludgeon then took one of his swords and impaled the unit with it and jumped into a second unit using it as another springboard and continued slashing.

"Too fast! He's too damn fast!" A pilot said panicking and firing wildly at the air to the point of risking friendly fire

For the third jump he simply kicked one Ginn into another one pulverizing both at once

Bludgeon landed on the ground elegantly and left his pretender shell to transform into his Tank form.

His tank form fired into the air decimating his remaining 16 attackers in a matter of seconds

"Pathetic!" Bludgeon went back into his shell

He was seemingly oblivious to the fact another Ginn was behind him hidden by a corner attempting to get close

Emphasis on seemingly

Just when the Ginn was about to get close enough to strike a blow Bludgeon grabbed the blade with one hand

"Ahhhhhh!" The pilot screamed

"I have one request fleshing and I may let you live. Where do your leaders reside in?"
"T-the Supreme council building! Please don't kill me please! I have a family! A wife and a kid!"
"Tell me what it looks like."
"A-a large gold building..you can't miss it!"

Bludgeon made a smile seemed almost demonic with his skull like head as he put his blade away and took his hand off the GINN's weapon

"Y-you aren't going to kill me now right?"
"Of course I won't, thank you for your cooperation." He said sounding eerily pleasant

Just when the ZAFT pilot thought he was getting off easy Bludgeon's blade automatically ejected from his scabbard and the GINN was smashed into pieces and the pilot's limp body was sent flying.

"Hahahahahaha fool, you should have known better to expect mercy from a herald of Unicron."

Bludgeon prepared for another wave of Mobile Suits

Half an hour later

Zala was holed under his desk in panic after he heard the alien had pierced his defenses

He had a gun in hand and waited for the inevitable

Large footsteps were slowly growing closer

The wall sounded like it was smashed in now

“Oh god oh god oh god! Lenore....please wait for me....”

"Come out Chairman don't be shy!" A metallic and foreboding voice said from the hole

Zala saw a large figure with a face like a human skull

He was filled with total dread.

"What do you want with me monster?"

"That hurts you know. I just came here to talk and all you do is attack me even with words."
"You destroyed our nations defense unit! With one ship! And you say you just wanted to talk?"
"Yes, we just wanted to give you a present."

Zala became intrigued

"Like what? What does it do?"

"Just a token of friendship from an old teacher of mine called The Fallen, it unlocks a Humans evolutionary potential to unexceeded heights!" Bludgeon said

Zala became unnerved by this offer, he beloved (erroneously) Coordinators were the height of Human potential. But then again this was from an alien that pretty much made his entire kind look like an embarrassment.

He took the canister

"How does it work?"

"Just inject it my friend, go ahead it's perfectly safe."

Zala had no choice, he had a feeling if he didn't take the gift he wouldn't survive. And besides if he's not lying maybe he can ascend to something beyond a Coordinator if such a thing was possible, and for some reason he could feel the energies in the capsule calling him.

Zala injected it and his mind began to go dark. All the anger and hate he felt became amplified to inhuman bounds. It was as if he was a puppet on string being pulled by something greater then himself, and he liked it.

He commenced to bow down to Bludgeon

"What is your will herald?"

Bludgeon began smiling wickedly

"First things first set up Negotiations with the Head Personnel of the EF to give them the same gift you received. "
"It will be done, praise Unicron!"

Side 3, Cluster 26

“That was a disaster…” Mikhail muttered returning to the UN Embassy after finishing maintenance. The pirates escaped, three Salamis were sunk, and multiple pilots were killed including student trainees.
‘A single MS and 2 fighters can only do so much…’ Mikhail paused as Doctor Elizabeth entered the Embassy’s lobby.
“We’ve returned Doctor.”

“Welcome back Lieutenant, the Culture Club members are all safe upstairs. What happened? We received a note of thank you from the EF, but not the reason for it”

Mikhail wondered if Yahagi had anything to do with that as it was rare for the Federation to send such a note, especially without reason.
‘At least someone there still has sense’
“Pirates attacked 4 Salamis one of them carrying students from the training school Ecole du Ciel. Many students managed to escape in a shuttle however a few were in GMs at the time of the attack…. From the sound of it several of them were killed in action. The pirates escaped a short time after we arrived. Three Salamis were sunk, all personnel on board were lost.”

“How horrible…”

“The Earth Federation will hold a burial for them later, and hopefully release a statement regarding the attack…. I’m surprised they haven’t already. What about ourselves?”

“We will probably be delayed for at least another week before we can launch because of this incident… I’ll inform the rest of the Culture Club of what occurred.”

“Are you still going to request they move up the departure date?”

“We cannot keep our colleagues on Mars waiting for too long. We’re already behind by over a week now.”

“This last attack only made it worse”

“I will still try, the pirates seem to be targeting the Federation correct? I still might be able to convince them we should be safe. If they are still in disagreement I will request additional security.”

“Understood, I’m heading back to the docking bay for now.”

Ecole du Ciel Campus

“No sir… there’s still been no contact.” Emilu reported to the principal inside the plush office. She had been summoned with the teachers assuming Asuna might have contacted her before or after her desertion, but their interrogation was in vain.
‘Asuna… never came back.’
“But I think I understand why…”

The principal stared at the trainee, hoping to finally get some answers as to the reason for her disappearance.
“So? Then tell me… Emilu Voigtlander.”

“Asuna… she’s blaming herself!” she barely held back her tears in spite of being in front of the principal. “That’s why!”

“There’s still time” an elderly secretary informed the principal before turning to Emilu. “Just stick with it until graduation.”

“Yes Ma’am.”
Emilu could only gaze at the sky after leaving the main building.
‘Asuna… where are you?’

Carbombya: Tarantulas' Best Day Ever

In his dark lair the overlord looked on at the scene gravely annoyed. It was only a matter of minutes before Megatron could target the pathetic cities power generators and knock all command and control off line. At which point they'd have to decide whether to leave the cultists to their own devices or... directly puppet them all. He could not wait till Megatron came to him looking for a fight. He was going to enjoy giving him the Primal Prime treatment.

"Yo Tarantulas, Bludgeon wants to talk to you." Sideways pulled him out of his thoughts.

"What for? We're a little... busy at the moment."

"No kidding. You know we wouldn't be in this mess if you'd upgraded their stupid city like I said in the first place."

Oh here he goes again... "We've been over this like ten times already, we needed to keep a low profile so no one suspected us. How was I supposed to know a Transtech would show up and finger this hellhole as the best place to start looking?"

"Eh whatever, you know I'm right." Now the annoying dimension hopping double agent was pushing his luck. "So what do you want me to tell the crazy samurai dude?"

Groaning Tarantulas relented. "Put him through so we can get this over with and get back to business."

A slightly distorted hologram appeared before Tarantulas.

"So Tarantulas, how goes things in the multiverses biggest joke?"

He could see this was going to be a fun conversation already... "Things could be going better."

Bludgeon was shocked it sounded like Tarantulas was having difficulties. "That's odd... all resistance I'm meeting, if you could even call it that, is falling with minimal effort."

"What? I had a Transtech randomly show up, dragging the Megatron from my time with him, and try to ruin my plans and everyone is just rolling over for you? I call BS."

"A Transtech? Really? And your Megatron? If that's true I wish I'd taken your assignment. This place is a joke. We've even nicknamed it Boringverse. You should check it out when your plan finishes blowing up in your face there."

"Shove it, my plan has worked flawlessly. The cult has already set everything in motion. Now we need only await the other anomaly to appear and the end of everything shall begin."

"If you say so Tarantulas." And with that Bludgeon severed communications.

"Smug bastard."

As soon as he uttered those words the city went black and all his camera feeds ceased.

"Oh great..."

There was no way Sideways was going to want to micro manage all the shoes via direct networking and honestly neither did he. Guess they'll have to sort things out for themselves.

"So... it seems right before the power went out we got attacked by someone else. I have no clue who it was though." Came Sideways wonderful news over their person to person communicators.

"Did you at least have time to set up a counter attack?"

There was a pause while Sideways decided how to answer.

"Uuuuuuuuh, maybe..."

One of those days it seems.

"By the way, since my position here has been rendered moot I'm taking a vacation."

He has to be kidding...

"Sideways..."

"What? I was only here to pretend I was a double agent if someone found us and stab them in the back. I can't pull that gag on a Transtech and you know it. So I'm going to Shanghai."

Tarantulas rolled his eyes at this ridiculous reasoning. "I'm probably going to regret this but... why Shanghai?"

"Simple! I've always wanted to go and I need to do it before everything is destroyed."

"But..." Honestly it wouldn't matter if he did it or not since once everything was destroyed he wouldn't exist anymore. "Ah whatever, I don't even care anymore."

"That's cool, cause I'm already there. Have fun!"

It was obviously going to be one of those days...

Carbombya

Rastun, with his new help, arrive at the now wartorn nation. He thought one of them would question how he could open a space bridge when he's supposedly low on power, but none of them spoke up. Which is good, since a Carmbombyan tank squadron is heading right for them, and they wouldn't give them time for questions.

"Gentlemen, I believe this is your chance to prove yourselves. Attack!"

And so they did, charging with guns blazing at the group of armory. Undoubtedly, they would suffer casualties even against such meager resistance, but they would at least fill the role of distraction nicely.

Stuff happens at the bar and Karako can now do shit again. Also Yin is now in space

Yin runs into a convoy for the sick Imouto foundation and destroys it in a drunken rage

Bludgeon left the plants after communicating with Tarantulas

"Heh it may be boring but at least everything isn't falling in on my head like Spider Boy." Bludgeon said amused by the situation of his contemporary in another world

In the distance he saw a shooting star in the sky and realized it was no star. It was a prison of some sort

"Oh I wonder who or what that could be holding?" He wondered as he ascended back into Warworld

Little did he know it contained a God of Death in slumber about to awaken

Boringverse

Azrael had received a call from that fool Patrick Zala about putting their ceasefire into writing.

"Heh, as if he expects a piece of paper to keep me from pulverizing him and his bastard kind the moment I get a...what's that smell?" The chairman of Blue Cosmos paused, looking into an office nearby as he was hit by the overwhelming stench of old sweat and cheetos, "Is that...Djibril?"

It was. In the past two days since Flit had decided to mindfuck the man, he had put on over a dozen pounds, grew out a stubble on his chin, and opted to walk around with ill-fitting outfits that did nothing to hide his growing bulk. Pinching his nose, Azrael leaned his head into the dark chamber, devoid of light except for a single television moniter showing some kind of children's cartoon. Djibril sat on a couch, watching it while holding a glass of wine aloft in the air.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, Chairman Azrael. Come, join me in watching the dance of ponies." The wreck of a man sad, patting the couch to his side invitingly.

"Uh. No. I don't watch crappy kids cartoons." As soon as the words left his mouth, Azrael heard the sound of glass creaking and cracking.

"...Can't account for the tastes of plebs like you." He replied, smirking even as he trembled in impotent rage.

"Well, whatever. You still have a job to do while I'm out at this meeting, so I expect it to be done by the time I get back. Got it Djibril?"

"THAT IS NOT MY NAME!!!!"

Azrael left the room, shaking his head. Ordinarily he would have brought Djibril along just to keep himself entertained, but in his current state, he'd only serve as an embarrassment. "What happened to you...?"

it was a question that would haunt him the entirety of his journey towards meeting with Zala

---

Aboard the Nava-Hoe, Aaron was busy in his personal workshop. Surrounding him were a number of sharp, painful looking implements. Including, bizarrely, an assortment of axes.

This is...complex. It appears to run on no kind of technology I've ever encountered before.

He carefully rolled the machine onto it's face, before jamming a screwdriver into the base of its neck.

If I understand this correctly, there should be a panel located here for me to pry open...

There wasn't, and a small stream of white fluid burst out at the impact point. Sighing, Aaron reached over for a hatchet from his pile of tools, and used that to hack a large section of the machines neck out above the shoulders. Then, prying carefully, Aaron lifted up the back of the machine's neck, revealing some kind of electrical socket like hole that had been obscured. Wordlessly, Gentles grabbed a live electrical wire, and jammed it in.

The energy seemed to pass through, as various systems on the gynoid seemed to activate, followed by a piercing scream. He unplugged it, before returning to work. Now that he knew how to power the device, he could make some real progress. He withdrew a USB cable and shoved that into something that looked like a compatible port that was also located at the base of it's neck.

Time to look at it's programming.

Several hours later, Aaron was finally finished. He couldn't find anything compatible with the gynoid's old frame, so he simply attached some of the bulkier bipedal legs he kept on hand as replacements for his cleaning robots. It had taken some work, but it would be able to move from point A to B, at least. Along with some other poking around in the machine's OS, Aaron found out that he wasnt able to access the machine's higher functions with the equipment he had on hand. He was still able to make some minor if necessary adjustments to the machine's settings, though.

The problem was the power consumption. It apparently lacked the ability to charge itself, so Aaron was forced to keep it plugged in if he wanted any kind of prolonged activity from it. Sighing, the engineer made a note to pick up a sufficient external power source the next time he had the chance. But in the meantime...

He wanted answers. It was very rare for a piece of machinery like this to appear before him, and Aaron couldnt help but wonder if the gynoid in front of him might be related to the aliens that had showed up lately. So, plugging her in once again, he figured it was time to get things started

---

This kept on happening to her! Always getting split in half again and again and again! Her logic circuits couldn't comprehend why it was always the same method, no matter how many times she fought. Her CPU began dreading the possibility that the one the humans called "God" simply was using her as a cosmic joke to amuse himself.

Why? Just because she was made by humans? Because she pretended to have a soul in spite of being a godless machine? Was it because she attempted to do what any woman would logically desire and seek out a male in order to use them for cheap labor and the acquisition of currency to fund a life of comfort?






The images kept looping in her memory viewing subroutines, and so she kept screaming. Sometimes it was the same person that did it. Other times, it was some kind of force beyond her imagining, or some being she could not recognize.

She had been a victim so many, many times after Negi had died.

So many faces that flashed across her flash memory, the faces being the last things she saw before being chopped in half once again







Then there was that one time she never even saw it coming



Or that one weekend...



At least she had gotten off easily, compared to what had happened to her best friend...



Poor Aigis.

But then, one day, her suffering came to a temporary end in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, where she encountered a lonely man who attempted to use his supernatural abilities to make her fall in love with him. Poor Finn never realized that soulless machines were immune to his power, but he was able to drive off a few monsters that had been dangerous for her in her current position.

He was no Negi, but Chachamaru had been through too much by then to complain about standards. Negi was dead and gone, and here was a convenient meal ticket just waiting to shower her with everything she could ever want.

Or so she had thought at the time.

Chachamaru's memory banks recalled the final fateful moments of that battle as she was split in half, yet again, as Finn just stood by, crying like the useless little bitch he was as her upper body was forcefully sucked through the void. She never had learned the name of the being that they were fighting, only that it was so powerful that its very presence warped space and time in odd ways.

Her trip down memory lane ended, Chachamaru noted that her screaming subroutine had come to a halt, so she opened her visual receptors once more, taking in the scenery around her, and the face of the blond man sitting on a stool, facing her.

"Do you speak English?"

"...Yes." Chachamaru answered

"What is your designation?"

"...My name is Karakuri Chachamaru."

"I see. That sounds japanese." The blond man stood up, grabbed a tablet computer, and then proceeded to leave the room.

"...Eh?" The green haired gynoid said, the only response her programming could find appropriate for the situation.

---

"So." Ali said, as Aaron returned to the mess hall, after nearly 12 hours of working on the machine, "What's with the android?"

"It's japanese. Possibly ORB make. I've never seen technology that works the way it does. It may be related to those things that attacked the Ame-no-Mihashira the other day, I'm hailing the Dominion."

So he did, after returning to the bridge. "Lt. Commander Badgiruele, Mr. Gentles. What's the occasion?"

Aaron ignored the blush to her cheeks, because it really made him uncomfortable being looked at that way, "I need a word with the Vice Admiral, patch me to his quarters."

"You don't have the authorization to demand such a thing, Gentles! A contractor such as yourself can relay any messages you have to myself, the commander of this vessel, and I'll pass it up the chain of command! Now, what is this message!"

Aaron sighed, "Half of a gynoid hit my windshield nearly 12 hours ago. I've repaired it, and it seems to identify itself as japanese."

Badgiruele nodded, "Allster! Patch him through!"

Some time later

"Well, this is weird shit." Flit replied, having finally received all data on the "Karakuri Chachamaru" from the Guild Tech. "You say you can't identify how it's power source works?"

"No, sir. It appears to operate on some kind of spring-loading mechanism, but the item I found on it's person," Aaron holds up some vaguely key-shaped object, "While fitting, does absolutely nothing to charge it's systems."

"And you can't just figure out its schematics from it's core memory?"

"Programming language I've never even heard of."

"Hmmm...Well, our first destination has a number of highly advanced technologies. With luck, they may be able to assist you in decrypting it's files..."

"In the meantime, sir, I think I'll just ask it."

"Yes, it did seem self-aware, didnt it? You go ahead and do it, then update me on the results."

Flit sighed, then turned off the transmission.

"Project Stargazer, and some kind of mysterious ORB robot, huh? This just keeps on turning into more and more of a clusterfuck."

Post Slam

After learning of his new environment Feuer goes clubbing and binge drinking for years ending up post slam.He didn't even remember why he came here in the first place until recently. The closest thing he got to warped reality was one of his hookers telling him she was pregnant with his son. Of course she was never seen again but thats a story for another day.