Dark vs.
Ramirez – Metal Mission against Deathscythe Hell
(Sneak Attack)
Date:
Time: 0400 hours GMT
Location: Deep Space, on the edge of the white dwarf star Mensurian
Area Conditions: Completely empty of all life form and to a certain extent, any
space-faring vessels. The area is made up of a few clustered meteorites,
and some debris from the remains of the mining resource satellite Unis-9. Over
on the delta path is the white dwarf star Mensurian,
shining dimly.
As a result of the desolate nature of the area, there is little cover from an
attack and likewise, few places to actually launch an ambush or assault from.
Being in the last stage of its life cycle, the Mensurian
star gives out high concentrations of minovsky
particles that effectively render most forms of communications useless.
Status: Ramirez has finished his quest for the Quazer
Ion Generator and Dark has emerged from sub-light space on the star’s far edge.
Deep space, a place forgotten by time…few ships ever dare travel through this
area, know as the ‘dark corner’ of space – les they find themselves engulfed by
the terrible darkness that lurks there. It had an eiree
aura about it, captivating and ultimately deadly – calling to those who seek
power…for deep space holds riches that give the holder power beyond their
wildest dreams and power is something worth fighting, even dying for…
The darkness was everywhere, thick, evil and suffocating. Although the pilot of
the menacing Deathscythe Hell was no stranger to
evil, he could sense the power radiating from all around, which made this place
seem more…alive. He laughed quietly at his thoughts; foolish notions he
reasoned are not qualities of a supreme leader. As the Deathscythe
cruised across the dusty nebula, it turned to face the dim light that was the
star Mensurian. A supernova, which had exploded over
a million years ago, had blown all the surrounding rocks and debris into a
multicolored ring that now orbited the fading star – covering it in a
magnificent shimmer. Ramirez gazed at the star and he could not help feeling
utterly dumbstruck by the wondrous sight. Men would have given their lives to
see a thing as beautiful as this…he sighed at his wistful thinking and
continued along the path out of deep space. A slight glimmer came from the edge
of the star but Ramirez dismissed it, just a trick of the light.
…”Alright my target is almost in sight – just adjust your course to Nova-S2,
reduce your speed down to 9500 and send out a distress signal…got it?” said the
shadowy figure in the mobile suit cockpit to the young captain. “Y..y..yes
sir!” he babbled and dashed off, tripping up several times. Dark shook his head
in disgust and began checking controls in the terrifying MS that was Metal
Mission. Next time, he would go and hijack a Lucasian-class
battleship – Jupiter-class merchant ships were too slow and the crew were d**n
stupid. Besides he noted, it was the only way he could approach Ramirez’s
position without being detected. The cockpit screen lit up and the image of the
ship captain appeared. His shaking hands and sweating forehead showed all.
“Sir, he’s seen us and is comin’ over now – should we
hold position or…?” his voice died away as he looked at Dark and trembling, he
saluted and switched off the link. It was simple to get the message across if
you were a Newtype grinned Dark. Suddenly, his mood
changed as he sensed the presence of Ramirez drawing nearer. The hour has come
he thought solemnly, making the Metal Mission pull out it’s two beam swords as
it stepped onto the launch pad. Perhaps he should give the other pilot a little
warning, to make it more exciting. Dark focused…
“You can’t stop me…” whispered the voice in Ramirez’s mind, harsh and powerful.
Ramirez froze and quickly checked the radar and visual sensors. A frown crept
on his face as if he was confused by what he had heard…or thought he had heard.
“Must be hallucinating or something” said Ramirez aloud, reassuring himself.
Yet, he knew that ever since he had joined forces with the evil twins – he had
becoming stronger and more evil. Enough he told himself,
concentrate on the task at hand. He maintained his course towards the large
merchant ship, readying his vulcans in case. However,
the very sight of it made his ponder, what the hell was a cargo ship doing all
the way out here in the middle of nowhere? Deathscythe
Hell perched onto the ship’s side, looking through the port windows with
dangerous intent.
“Too late
for you,” murmured Dark and blasted off from the launch deck, directly at the
dazed Deathscythe Hell. His senses were at their peak
as were his MS skills and he was already aware what the future held for the
both of them. Now all he had to do was make it come true…
The Metal Mission streaked like a bolt of lightning towards the Deathscythe, somersaulting erratically as it did to produce
confusion. Deathscythe dashed away from the merchant
ship, aimlessly firing a round of vulcans at the
Metal Mission but he could not block the incoming sword strikes. The MM skilfully manoeuvred around the Deathscythe, slashing hard at the chest area. Inside,
Ramirez could only watch at the mounting damage reports on the console. After
the vicious assault, Dark flew up above the dented Deathscythe
and landed a powerful kick on its face, sending it into a wrecked shuttle
frame. Dark’s face was impassive as he selected the twin beam trident for the
killing blow. The Metal Mission’s eyes glowed a deep
purple and it rushed at the stricken Deathscythe with
the trident beam twirling in bursts of green. Ramirez watched the mobile suit
speed towards him; he watched his life flash before his eyes and then…he knew
he must not die yet. A beam scythe appeared in the Deathscythe’s
hands and Ramirez, filled with new hope yelled “No, it will not be me…IT WILL
NOT BE ME!!!!”
From nowhere, the beam scythe blocked the twin beam trident’s progress and both
MS pushed against each other. Ramirez grunted and ramming the control stick,
shoved the Metal Mission back and pressed home his advantage with a quick cut
to the flank of the MM and a vulcan
gun blast. Dark back-flipped away, although the smashing sound of metal
confirmed the blast had hit, and fired three shots from his beam rifles.
Ramirez lazily dodged one and used his shield to stop the rest,
he was becoming more confident against this…pilot…if one were to even call him
that. He smirked and pulled out his shining Caladbog,
gripping it tightly while loosening off some rounds from his LBX gatling gun. Dark took the opportunity to attack and
boosted right at the surprised mobile suit, smacking the upgraded buster shield
into it’s face and scoring several hits and slices
with the deadly twin beam trident. Ramirez cursed his hesitation and after
parrying with the Caladbog, cried in a deep voice,
“ENERGY RAIN!!!!” A few moments of silence came as the Metal Mission fell into
battle stance and then in an instant, they came. Thousands of gleaming yellow
beams circled the Deathscythe Hell, giving it a
glistening gold colour and meanwhile Dark’s face was
grim, troubled by the display of power. A ringing laughter crackled across the comlink followed by the sound of a button clicking.
“Goodbye mobile suit pilot,” whispered Ramirez and settled back to watch the
fun…
The dazzling beams stopped and all sharply turned to the direction of the Metal
Mission, which promptly executed a low dive and hurtled across the debris
field. If he could cut a few of them down, then he may be able to evade the
rest. Many of the beams collided with the floating space garbage as they
pursued him, creating huge explosions that rocked the Metal Mission – yet he
was still moving. He swerved as a set of yellow beams unexpectedly came down on
him and pulled a tight spin to lead several others into a rig wall.
Nevertheless, there were still too many left that could easily converge upon
his suit and destroy it in a kamikaze type rush. Metal
With an electrifying sound, the beam scythe crashed onto the planate defensors of the Metal Mission, as did the last remaining
beams. The damage, Dark assessed complacently, was minimal compared to what it
could have been. He grinned at the effort that the Deathscythe
was making to break the impenetrable shield and slammed a knee into the mobile
suit, knocking it away. It recovered quickly and thrustered away from his heat rod chop, replying with its
LBX gunfire. Then, without warning, the Deathscythe
zoomed across the empty space towards the Metal Mission which had taken out it’s fearsome Ragnarock and the
two clashed. They battled against one another, blow matching blow, parrying,
countering – whatever they could do – moving with the graceful rhythm of two
fighters…a dance to the death…Dark parried away the blade of the Caladbog and brought the Ragnarock
upward, severing the right arm of the Deathscythe;
the Deathscythe in turn cut off the left shoulder of
the Metal Mission. With a swift movement, Dark flipped up and over the Deathscythe hell, lashing out his heat rod, which tore the
back of the Deathscythe open. Yet the Deathscythe grabbed at the heat rod, wrenching it off the
MM and threw it away, a red light flashing in it’s
eyes. With a roar, Ramirez shoved the control stick and the Deathscythe
propelled itself at the scarred Metal Mission, Yet Dark was ready…his eyes
never left the beam rifle sight as he took aim at the head and released the
trigger…the green beam lanced out from the rifle, spearing the Deathscythe’s head in a small explosion…but it kept moving
and ploughed into the Metal Mission. It locked it’s
leg and arm around the Metal Mission and held on for dear life.
The ensuing core explosion shattered the ice ring surrounding the Mensurian and showered the Metal Mission with chunks of
ice; badly damaging it’s outer armour
and impaling some shards of ice into it. As the MS drifted slowly around the Mensurian, Dark got out of the cockpit and saluted the
fallen pilot who had been worthy enough to battle him. He never knew the pilot
was one of the evil three who had plotted to overthrow the Shadow Slayers.
Soon, he departed with his prize generator, feeling that Ramirez was far from
dead…merely lost for the time being…and would return more powerful then
ever…time enough to prepare though and with that thought, he jammed the
boosters to maximum, leaving the darkness of deep space far behind him…