Snippet #2415574

Drip...drip...drip

Sweat starts dripping down inside the helmet. His abnormal breathing constantly clouded the lower part of his helmet, as he gulped. From the cockpit, mobile suits were flying in an ordered formation, and even though his mobile suit was on autopilot, he gripped the handle tightly. Loosing and tightening his grip on the handle every moment moment, he was clearly anxious. His deep breathe and his constant gulps only makes the cockpit's tension even worse. Suddenly, a screen appears at the side of the screen. A man in a suit, his helmet was green with white stripes, and when he starts speaking, the pilot shook a little before breathing even more faster than before.

"What's the matter, kid? I know this is your first mission, but try to stay calm, 'kay? We don't want a Gundam to be spoiled just like that. At least, if you can't fight, try to stay at the sidelines." The pilot's voice was a bit muffled because of the transmission, but it was still clear. The purple haired pilot struggled to catch his breath before proceeding to answer. "Alright... I'll try my best..." He quickly ended his sentence. "Haha, You don't have to be so nervous! Though it's your first mission, but just relax, okay?"Owen nodded. He wondered, [How the hell did I get myself into this situation again?]

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"H-Hi... My name's O-Owen Kazuya. N-Nice to meet you." Owen's shaky voice grabbed the attention of the people in the base. Some of the greeted him, some ignored him and when the man next to him waves at the others. "Hey, let's have a welcome party for him! What do you guys say?" Almost everyone cheered in agreement, but Owen managed to notice one of them ignoring the others, continuing his way further into the base. Before long, night has fallen. A party with cheers and arm wrestling matches that occurred everywhere was something that made Owen suspect if they were serious at all. Zake, the friend who recruited him, dragged him to the center of the party then and did a final cheered. "Let's welcome the newcomer with a drink! Cheers!" Zake thrust his cup high, and the others immediately followed. "Cheers!"

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Slowly, a small object appeared on the middle screen. It magnifies the object, and a building in red lights appears. The dome's red light flickers every now and then, and a label appears beside it. "That's it. Tomier. The god forsaken place has prisoners who had lived over ten years of their lives here. Good thing we're here to free the poor guys." Zake spoke his opinion openly. Owen stared at the building intensively. Owen had heard of this building, but slavery was something he never supported. Who in the their right minds think they can just "own" someone's life just like that? Probably sick bastards.

"We need to wait for the captain to start the mission." Zake complained as he leaned back at his seat and put his arms behind his head. "I guess we have some time before we reach battle stations with those Revelations, so let's just relax for a bit." Owen let out a slight breathe before hearing a question directing at him.
"So how are you feeling?"
"Not that well."
"Don't worry! You did pretty great on the simulation for a newbie. I think you might even get a couple of hits in this mission."
"But... I don't wanna kill..."
"We'll do the killing. Once we land on the dome, we just need you to get the guys into the shuttle. No real fighting for you is needed here."
"But won't that be a burden to you guys?"
"Nah. We're professionals."

Suddenly, a fight occurred on the open channel. Two pilots were throwing harsh languages at each other and before anyone was able to stop them, both of them pulled out their rifles. They shot each other, and only one beam hit. The cockpit was shot and the Gundam soon exploded. The other missed shot went to the building in red. Soon, an alarm rang throughout the area, and soon, mobile suits were decoyed.

"Seems like there's our cue. Though it was sad to see Melvin lose his life so quickly." The screen close and Zake's Gundam flew in front of him. The same screen popped in again. "I'll guard your front. Make sure to keep guard of my rear." Owen nodded and Zake gave a thumbs up. Owen firmly gripped the handle. "I can't screw this up. I can't let Zake die. I need to do this!" Owen mumbled to himself and soon controlled his Gundam to travel at the same speed as Zake's Gundam.