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by Aarkon on Thu Sep 15, 2005 4:16 pm
Aarkon tried to keep the pod steady, not wanting to fall too off course, the heat around the pod building higher and higher each passing second; pieces of the pod flaring off and shooting off behind him from the heat. More warning commands applied on the screen as stabilizers and other systems began to burst into flame. The bandages on Aarkonās face began to become wet. āINCOMINGā flashed on his screen. They were firing, it seems that Aarkon had underestimated thee pilotsā¦ These years of peace hadnāt softened anyone it seems. Though how would the public feel seeing Mobile Suits fight in their air. Aarkon ran his fingers over the keyboard, only to draw it back as it sparked into electrical discharge. Aarkon winced as he looked at his hand, the bandages were burnt off.
The Taurus took their aim carefully, staying steady even in this freefall into deadly atmosphere, seems they all had something in common; they werenāt afraid to die. Aarkon placed his burnt hand onto his face and began to laugh into it. His laugh grew louder and louder as he pressed the communication system, broadcasting it to any available system; anyone could hear,āHA! You fools, youāre very good, I must admit. But thereās something that we donāt have in commonā¦ You may not be afraid of deathā¦ But I embrace it!āAarkon pulled a lever down from the ceiling and pulled it back, then rotated it.
The Pod slowly opened, the heat hitting the Mobile Suit full force, causing its armor to slowly melt away; much like it would be doing to the Taurus once they reached the point he was in. Aarkon pushed the petals down and pulled on the thrusters before shoving them forward, putting all power to them. His Mobile Suit used the force speed of his pod along with his own velocity, doing much like what the Taurus did. The only problem was that the speed he was going now would kill most humans. The white and sweat soaked wrappings on his face soon began crimson as his wounds opened up. The same went for his arms; blood trickled down out of his sleeves. He could feel his ribs begin to crack as he coughed up blood.
Shots. Aarkon winced as the pod behind him broke apart, a few of the fire coming and blowing into the Mobile Suit, the right shoulder being blown apart, the arm hanging by cords alone, which soon melted, sending the arm off into a random spiral. Another beam struck the lower part of the Mobile Suitās left leg, blowing it clean off.
Shadow began to spiral downwards, most of his sensory offline now. He turned the Mobile Suit and pressed the fire button for his Vulcan Guns; bullets moving towards the Taurus only to melt before they could reach their target, now being nothing but large liquid clumps of burning metal. His intentions exactly, they would pound and sear the oncoming Mobile Suits.
Shadow exited the atmosphere finally, heat still building up from the freefall. He lifted his remaining arm and launched a small grapple hook wrapping around the pod that was off from him, which too had exited the atmosphere. Aarkon pulled on the controls, sending the pod in front of him, then released the grapple and launched a Flare at the inside of the pod; aiming for the computer systems that werenāt destroyed yet. The flare exploded within the pod, blocking all visible view of the falling Mobile Suit, but the electrical discharge would scatter most radars.
Aarkon slammed on his thrusters; the pod would fall into the ocean; far up the Northern Continent, but the Mobile Suit would be no where to be seen at this point in time; the Taurus wouldnāt have pushed themselves further into the atmosphere; only the Mercurius would have been able to make it like he did, because he had the podās protection. And the decoy would be enough to get awayā¦
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