So I was going to wait till I had the first chapter done, but realizing that none of you would want to sit through 15+ pages of it, so I’m breaking the chapters/episodes up in parts.
Gundam Unicorn: Lineage
Episode 1: The Depths of Shadows
“Disperse Minovski particles at combat density! Lower the bridge! All hands to stations, we are now at combat level five!” In the time before a battle begins and when it actually ignites, several thousand thought processes and overwhelming questions happen within a captain’s mind. How prepared is her crew, how many mobile suits should she deploy, how much experience does the enemy have, are they near support? These questions can cause, and have caused, captains to snap under pressure, and lose their entire unit. Captain Aurora Barton on the other hand, would not fall victim to that pressure. “Prepare to fire the Shatten Falke and launch a volley of hail fire missiles!” Aurora Barton had grown up on Earth, both of her parents being captains for the Earth Federation Space Force, or the E.F.S.F, and had always aspired to follow in their footsteps. Two years after her graduation from the Federation Officers school, her dream came true. The Federation had granted her command of her first ship, The Albion, and she had fought during the second Neo Zeon Movement. Given her outstanding performance during the conflict, they had requested her to be transferred to the Terran Sector, which was formally known as Mars before the terra-formation process began. Once there, she had been assigned to the Archetype, an old salamis class warship that had been retro-fitted with some of the latest weaponry. Her first year serving over Terra was a quite and uneventful one, but it had given her ample opportunity to bond with her crew. However, that down time would soon come to and end when she had received word that a Neo Zeon, now known as the Sleeves, vessel had stolen an experimental propulsion system from a Federation outpost on Deimos. The Archetype was now within four kilometers, just within engagement distance, from the Sleeves’ vessel, and Aurora wasn’t about to let it slip away easily. “Once the hail fires have cleared the ship, launch Re-Zel teams one and three! Have them engage enemy mobile suits at points four and five, and keep them clear of the Shatten Falke. I want a clean shot at that ship!” Aurora ordered, quickly analyzing every detail of the battlefield. “Ma’am! We’ve confirmed launch of mobile suits from the enemy ship! Five Zulu types! Wait, one more signal confirmed!” “What is it Operator?” Aurora asked. “Unknown Ma’am!” Operator Taru relayed from his post below the captain’s chair. We can’t confirm it in our known database!” Aurora had no time to consider the risks of going against an unknown suit. She knew that if they were to capture the enemy vessel and recover the propulsion system, she needed to act quickly. “Proceed with launching the Re-Zel teams!” The hangar bay of the Archetype was alive with the commotion of preparing for battle. Large lifts carted ammunition to the six mobile suits that lined the walls, mechanics were frantically making final adjustments, and the pilots were suiting up. One pilot stood in front of his machine awaiting final preparations to be completed. He was a young man, average height, well built with dark blonde hair and wore very obscure sunglasses that were tinted dark orange and came out to an angled point on either side. Among the crew, he was known to be one of the most lively and enthusiastic, and always tried to make the best of every situation. While his combat experience was limited to simulations, he showed potential to be a great pilot. As he stared, grinning at his machine, the chief mechanic walked up beside him. “You ready? This is gonna be your first sortie Gage, think you’re set for it?” The mechanic asked the young man. “Damn straight I’m ready! Couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day for it Wes!” Gage responded with the utmost enthusiasm. “Aye, that’s right, it’s your birthday today.” Wes continued “Well don’t get yourself killed out there, I gotta present for ya when you get back.” “Haha! I don’t plan to!” Gage exclaimed as he adjusted his sunglasses. "Gage! We’ve got our orders!” A voice came out from across the hangar. Gage turned around to see who it was. “Ah! Ensign Taryn! What do we have?” He asked the young woman. “Sir! The Captain wants your team to engage enemy mobile suits at point four and my team at point five.” Taryn responded quickly. Taryn El was a young Ensign who had just graduated pilot’s school. She had a slender body and short black hair with deep blue eyes. She was known amongst the crew to be very kind and open, which led many to view her as a sister rather than a pilot. “So she wants us to open up a line of sight for the Shatten Falke… It’s too bad James won’t be able to see this. He had potential.” Gage said with a hint of sadness. “Aye sir, Space Fever is deadly; it’s a shame James had to die from that.” Taryn responded. “Well, with one less suit out there, it should be an even fight!” Gage exclaimed” Alright then, let’s get to it!” He said excitedly. Taryn nodded in agreement. Gage ran to his Re-Zel’s lift line and rode it to the cock pit. Once settled in, the hatch sealed and his 360 degree monitor came to life. The hissing of air compression could be heard through Gage’s helmet as the suit prepared itself to be launched into the void of space. Statistics and vital signs appeared all over as the suit ran its final system checks. “Everything’s green Gage, you’re cleared to move to launch deck two.” Wes’ voice came over Gage’s com system. “Thanks Wes, heading out now!” The Re-Zel’s fusion reactor hummed as Gage began walking the suit to the launch deck. With each step the cock pit vibrated slightly. Gage stopped momentarily at the weapons rack and armed the Re-Zel with a beam rifle and a shield. Once he reached the launch deck, he locked the suit’s feet into the catapult mechanism. Another voice came over his com system. “Switching launch command over to Commander Gage, do you have control?” “Confirmed Operator, I have control.” Gage responded. “You’re clear to launch.” “Rodger that Operator, Commander Gage Rickman, Re-Zel, Launching!” Gage jolted back in his seat as the g-forces from the catapult propelled his unit into the vacuum of space. “Bro, I’m counting on you to guide me.” Gage said quietly to himself. Once the rest of his unit was behind him, he transformed the suit into its wave rider form, and thrust toward the battle zone.
(Also, 1,337th post!!!)