Gundam Phoenix

by: Shock Man X

Randel wiped the sweat off his brow and tightened his grip on the controller. There wasn't anything to do but wait. He just wished his knew why. The mobile suit he stole from the Egyptians had these locations already in it, an the suit, a Gundam, had almost driven itself to this position.

"All right, but after this is done we are going into space, you hear me."

The Gundams settling almost sounded like a moan and Randel couldn't help but chuckle. There were times he wondered though if he really piloted the suit or if it just need him to flip the on switch.

This was the third raid on supply transports that was programmed into the Gundam, after this he hoped he could go help the Side 4 in their stop of the Extended Earth Sphere's raids on them. After they came onto thee possessions of a comet that stalled near their Side and possessed not only Gundanium but also a new metal even stronger than that. The EES was quick to demand the metal. Scientists wanted to study it there. Randel didn't understand it but the EES declared that their refusal was a declaration of war.

He couldn't remember the first attack. Using outdated OZ it wasn't hard for the EES to wipe out most of the colony with just five mobile suits, four advanced Phalanx models and the EES's own Gundam, the Paladyne. It was a horrid thing that boasted two beam cannons in the arms and five vulcan cannons all over itself. Not to mention the beam sabers now standard on all mobile suits. They had no chance, wiped out in a heartbeat. Side 4 escaped with metal and they have been looking for them ever since.

"All I could do," Randel told the Gundam, "was listen to the news. I wasn't in any position to help." His knuckles turned white as he strengthened his grip on the controller. "I don't even know where my family is or if they are still alive."

He had no time for tears though, the sensors sounded the presence of the transport. Let's have a look, Randel thought. A standard call A transport. No weapons to maximize carrying capacity. Though around it where four transports each holding at least six mobile suits. "Looks like they are tired of loosing suppiles to us." He had to think now. The fire storm could take out one of the transports but that would leave eighteen mobile suits to deal with. "I don't have that much skill."

The Gundam only had the machine vulcans in the head, might take one out before it goes empty. The beam rifle could take out another three or so. Randel once again wished he waited fort them to finish the weapons on the Gundam before he stole it. He'd have to take the rest out with beam sabers. "Great. Here goes nothing then."

Randel's hand shook as he waited, fingers at the firing controllers. The Gundam's eyes glowed as it readied itself. The missile pods opened. Sweat beaded down his face.

"Fire!"

The missiles launched making their arc toward the right mobile suit carrier. They shot up above, then rained their napalm and laser mix down onto the jet. Explosions rang out and the lasers that missed their mark ignited the jungle all around. Randel listened to their confusion over the radio.

"Sir," a you private shouted, "we just lost Bravo five."

"Where did it come from?!" the general shouted.

"Above Sir, from a hurricane missile."

"Launch all mobile suits at once." The general's orders rang loud.

"No sensors are picking up anything, inferred useless from the fires."

The general's skin went pale and his voice trembled. "No, not the Phoenix. Not out here."

The Gundam spears out it's red and purple wings and leaped toward another carrier. "You're too slow for this game General!" The beam rifle erupted with fire. The second carrier took hits as it and the other two launched their suits. The carrier exploded, catching four of it's suits in the explosion. Thirteen to go. "Things are already looking good for us Phoenix."

The mobile suits took their position and charged toward the Phoenix Gundam, guns blazing. The suit dodged as best as it could, taking some hits to the sides and shield. Randel lashed out with it's own fire, vulcans and cannon both. "There will be no hope for the EES!" he shouted.

Two more went down in the fire and another lost his left arm. The suits darted around the Gundam trying to flank him. The laser fire was heavy, but with a burst of speed the Gundam arched around to the back of one and cut it down with a point blank fire.

Nine left.

"It's too fast, Sir!" a pilot shouted, "We won't be able to stop it."

The more laser fire, the more speed the Gundam produced. Soon it was darting through the lasers like a morbid dancer bent on claiming souls. Randel fired the rest of his ammo with no luck of taking any others down. With a curse he drew his beam saber and charges the closest suit. It shot absently as the pilot screamed his last. The suit exploded and the other soldiers shot at where it had been, to late though, the Gundam had already gone low and came under one more running it through, a clean cut up the median. He swung a wide sideways arc at the other next to him and before the other blew, one more laid to waste. Seven.

The general watched wide eyed as his troops ere laid to waste. "Ready the cannon!" he shouted surprising himself with the calmness of his voice. "Time to show this bastard that we're ready for him."

Randel's sensors went wild. "What! A back mounted beam cannon!" The other suits continued their assault. The Gundam continues to dart in and out, with Randel running one siut through the cockpit. "They ain't gonna fire that in melee, are they?!"

The genral smirked, "Fire."

The sky went red with beam energy as the blast cut through the other suits and made a direct hit to the Gundam. The whole thing rocked violently and the sensors screamed with dammage reports. The cabin went black and all Randel could do was wait to hit the ground.

"Direct hit, Sir. Gundam is now falling to the ground."

The genral smiled wide. "Tell the remaining carriers to reform and swing around. I want visual confirmation that we destroyed the Gundam."

The planes swung around, reforming the same V pattern that they had before. The Geberal could harly contain his glee. The so called Phoenix Gundam was no more than a pile of ash. The irony hit him as appropriate. Lets lee this phoenix rise from them. The planes flew toward the fire patch. It was hard to see the inferno and the Genral almost didn;t believe what he saw in it.

The Genral gulped hard in disbeliefe. There, silhouetted in the inferno, eyes blazing, was the Gundam.

"All carriers fire!"

It was too late, before they could even fire their rounds the Gundam was in the air racing toward the left carrier. The Gundam cut at it;s coolabts and made a bee line to the other as the engines overheated, becoming an exertension of the flames below. The other took a clean cut to the reactor and followed the former into the inferno.

"You are a coward! Sacrificing lives of good people to further your goals! You do not deserve to live!" Randel shouted, pure rage in his heart. The Gundam closed in on the transport, the General screamed in horror. Silence covered the battle field. It was shatteredwitht eh explosion of the transport.

The Gundam stood over the field like an angel of death. Randel sighed and mourned for those caught in this battle, and cursed the captian that did this to his men.

"See Phoenix, this is why we must go to space. People like this are all to willing to sacrifice lives to further their own selfish ambittions." Randel's speech was more to himself than anyone else. It was now that he noticed his breathing was hard. He sat back, trying to relax. "We must go to space."

The Gundam rose into the sky, converted to it's bird mode and left the battle field, reborn somehow by the days events.