Post by Nowhere Man on Sept 6, 2004 18:35:06 GMT -5
Prologue
October 1, U.C. 0079.
21:00
Somewhere in eastern Ethiopia...
The three Zakus moved slowly, in triangle formation, wading through the small clump of trees. Abruptly, they stopped at the edge of a large field. The bright lights from their eyes left ghostly trails in the darkness as they shifted from the left to the right, scanning about the pitch-black. The white monkey crest that adorned the forehead of each Zaku seemed to glow a soft pink, only adding to the eerie feeling of the now-quiet night.
"Are you sure this where intel said they would be?" the first pilot asked.
"Yeah... According to the info we got, we should be standing right at edge of the enemy's test site for the new weapons," the second answered.
"Lets give up another round-of-applause for our 'oh-so-intellegent' Intel officers. How are we supposed to go and do our thing if we get unreliable information?" replied the third.
"Silence! No more chatter, got that? We're here on a recon mission, here. We don't know that they're gone... yet. Minovsky Particle jamming is too high to use our sensors or contact base through the radio... I'll use visual to scope things out. Amos, Jericho, if we find trouble, book it back to base."
The two other pilots responded with the familiar "Yessir!" in chorus.
The hatch of the first Zaku hissed as it opened. Its pilot leaned out, holding holding a pair of nightvision binoculars, scanning the end of the field to his right.
"There's a couple of small huts down at the back of the field, there. I can't tell what they're for, though. There don't seem to be any light in them. There doesn't seem to be anything else over there..."
The pilot shifted his position, searching out the end of the field to his right.
"Doesn't seem to be anything over there, eith- WHAT THE **** IS THAT!?"
He never had a chance to find out. The first round blasted right through his stomach into the cockpit. The second and third hit the right side of the Zaku's chest, sending it into a spin. The fourth hit the now-exposed left side. The other two pilots were stunned for a second, but when the realization hit, they were terrified. Suddenly, there were no orders.
"Machine Gun fire!? From where!? What can hit us without us seeing it!?"
"Oh God, oh God!!"
The two Zakus raised their own Machine Guns, sending a seemingly endless stream of fire towards the direction of the first shots.
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October 2
05:00
The red sunrise peeked above the Savannah, giving the yellow grass a slightly-pinkish hue. This pink spread out, and glinted off of the green armor of the three, felled giants. It is October 2nd, U.C. 0079, and these Zakus mark the beginning of the end for Zeon-controlled Africa.
October 1, U.C. 0079.
21:00
Somewhere in eastern Ethiopia...
The three Zakus moved slowly, in triangle formation, wading through the small clump of trees. Abruptly, they stopped at the edge of a large field. The bright lights from their eyes left ghostly trails in the darkness as they shifted from the left to the right, scanning about the pitch-black. The white monkey crest that adorned the forehead of each Zaku seemed to glow a soft pink, only adding to the eerie feeling of the now-quiet night.
"Are you sure this where intel said they would be?" the first pilot asked.
"Yeah... According to the info we got, we should be standing right at edge of the enemy's test site for the new weapons," the second answered.
"Lets give up another round-of-applause for our 'oh-so-intellegent' Intel officers. How are we supposed to go and do our thing if we get unreliable information?" replied the third.
"Silence! No more chatter, got that? We're here on a recon mission, here. We don't know that they're gone... yet. Minovsky Particle jamming is too high to use our sensors or contact base through the radio... I'll use visual to scope things out. Amos, Jericho, if we find trouble, book it back to base."
The two other pilots responded with the familiar "Yessir!" in chorus.
The hatch of the first Zaku hissed as it opened. Its pilot leaned out, holding holding a pair of nightvision binoculars, scanning the end of the field to his right.
"There's a couple of small huts down at the back of the field, there. I can't tell what they're for, though. There don't seem to be any light in them. There doesn't seem to be anything else over there..."
The pilot shifted his position, searching out the end of the field to his right.
"Doesn't seem to be anything over there, eith- WHAT THE **** IS THAT!?"
He never had a chance to find out. The first round blasted right through his stomach into the cockpit. The second and third hit the right side of the Zaku's chest, sending it into a spin. The fourth hit the now-exposed left side. The other two pilots were stunned for a second, but when the realization hit, they were terrified. Suddenly, there were no orders.
"Machine Gun fire!? From where!? What can hit us without us seeing it!?"
"Oh God, oh God!!"
The two Zakus raised their own Machine Guns, sending a seemingly endless stream of fire towards the direction of the first shots.
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October 2
05:00
The red sunrise peeked above the Savannah, giving the yellow grass a slightly-pinkish hue. This pink spread out, and glinted off of the green armor of the three, felled giants. It is October 2nd, U.C. 0079, and these Zakus mark the beginning of the end for Zeon-controlled Africa.