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Title : Gundam
Summary : story taken off the view of the other side...Not off the Gundam pilots. Please keep this in mind.
     
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Section   2   Templarhawk
The rumble of the battle continued outside the cockpit of the downed, tracers flew overhead of the fragments of the mechanized craft as his unit continued to fight on desperately to revenge their fallen friends. He shifted his weigh in the seat, the restraints had prevented most of the injuries of the fall. He was blinded by the bleeding his temple over his right eye as the blood hazed his vision. His controls wouldn't respond to his movements anymore. He tried to run over a system check up on the remaining parts of his mech, but sparks flew from the control panels. Jerking his hand away from the controls, he released the emergency fail safe, and the cockpit overhead blew off.
The hot african sun blazed into the cockpit, as he shielded his eyes. He could still hear the expolsions in the distant. The pilot cautiously took off his helmet, his dark brown hair fell in waves as he brushed his bloodied, sweat-soaked bangs on his emerald eyes. Closing his eyes, he remember what had happened only moments before he had crashed into the sands of the Sahara.
His unit was called into for a quick sweep of the Northern Sahara: the mission has to keep an eye out for Rebels in the areas - The Hallow Commandos had interrupted local communications in the area with the destruction of several radio towers.
He remembered seeing a large blimp on his long range infrared scanner and seeing the forward Guard, Captain Synder's craft explode in a fiery ball into the sands below. Before anyone had reacted to the threat, another mech was caught in the laser beam and crashed into his wingman. Immediately Sargeant Jin called for evasive manuveurs...
His remembered pulling into a steep climb with his wingman and then a hail of bullets ran perpendicular to their position and shattered the engine of his friend. He quickly evaded the bullets only to find myself face to face with the enemy...He made out the insigna upon the craft...GUNDAM?!
Before he had time to ponder what that meant...
 

 
Section   3   Talym28
Before he had time to ponder what that meant, the mobile suit took flight towards the blazing African sun. Just as the humanoid aircraft positioned itself to fly west, a team of SK70 fighter jets circled the mobile suit and launched a series of homing missiles. But it was no use. With the agility and grace of a dancer, the mobile suit skillfully evaded the projectiles. It then fired machinegun-like bullets from its right arm, taking down two of the four fighter jets.
“Unbelievable,” Captain Leo Richter muttered, as he watched the action from below. “What the hell is that thing?”
In spite of himself, he knew he wasn’t going to get any answers. At the rate his men were going, there wasn’t going to be anything left of his unit to find out. Richter climbed back into his dislodged cockpit and attempted to work the radio frequency. Minutes later, he found his attempt to be unnecessary as he glanced up to see the Gundam mobile suit leaving the site of the battlefield. Richter ran out of the cockpit and kept his eyes locked on the mechanized craft until it was nothing but a speck on the horizon.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit of the mobile suit, the young pilot wiped the sweat from her brow.
“That was a close one,” she said as her amethyst-colored eyes darted around the cockpit, in search of the communications system.
“Carter here,” the pilot said. “I should be back at base in about half an hour. Clear the hangar for me.”
“Are you sure there’s no one following you?” a voice on the other line asked.
“Affirmative. I made sure all enemies were destroyed before leaving the battle site.”
Leaning back in her seat, Carter brushed the jet black bangs from her eyes. So much for a joy ride, she thought.
Section   4   Templarhawk
    "Captain! Captain! Richter, Come in!" shouted the Communications Officer on the deck of the Battlecruiser Class Vigilance.

    "Nepas, I hear you loud and clear, over." replied the pilot. "My mobile suit is down, I'm sending you my coordinates now."

    "Copy that, Richter. Sending a team over to your location. Over and out.." replied the CIC before signing out.

     The communication link went dead again, the desert went back to its quiet as the only sound came from the smoldering fragments of mobile suits and the shifting sand carried by the wind. The pilot grabbed the emergency care kit from behind his chair, and gingerly staunch the bleeding from his right brow. He then surveyed the damage - both engines blown out, along with his armaments spewed across the sand dunes like a trail of vomit. Brushing the sand from off his uniform, he saw the incoming mobile seats land nearby.

      Moments later, a medic knelt by his side - checking up on him as engineers assessed the damage.

      "Looks like you got away with the better of it, Sir. Not too much damage to the overall integrety of the suit, which is a high point for you." said one of the engineers as he scanned through the remaining control panels from inside the cockpit.

      "How you found Jin? And Synder's suits?" asked the pilot uncertainly, as he stood up with help from the medic.

      The engineer turned around slowly as he looked down at his feet. "Jin's mobile suit is completely decimated and the same goes or Synder. Neither one had the chance to eject in time. As far as what I've seen, you're the sole survivor, Captain..."
 
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