AUTHORS: Mel &
Christy (and their muses)
WARNINGS: Language? Violence! 'They Might Be Giants' songs! Collateral
CHRISTY: We just LOVE collateral damage! DRAGON SLAAAAAAVE!
DUO: WRONG anime, C-chan...
PAIRINGS: 1x2, 3x4, 5x?
DISCLAIMER: They still aren't ours. We tried theft, but the security
systems were too good. Wufei was slightly injured during the making of
this fic, and Duo got a concussion, but they got better. (And Trowa just
brushed his bangs back into order.) No money is being made from this fic,
and if there was we'd just spend it on more tapes, so that's OK.
Demon of Justice
Wufei raised his head groggily. All around him, Nataku's internal screens
hissed static and amber status lights flashed from every panel. He blinked,
confused, trying to think past the pounding headache.
* * * * *
"WAAAHAHAHAHAHA! It's time to meet your maker!"
Duo's wild laughter blasted out of the com and Wufei grimaced, tuning
it out. The L2 pilot might sound like he was enjoying himself immensely,
but there was an edge to his voice that told Wufei otherwise. They were
in trouble, and the braided baka knew it.
OZ was slowly but surely losing the war, and in a last-ditch effort to
turn the tide Lady Une had laid a trap for all five Gundams --
using what had to be all OZ's remaining resources. For every mobile
suit they destroyed, there seemed to be fifteen more appearing; out of
hidden bunkers, out of the overturned train that had been their original
target, flying in from over the horizon. And only four of the Gundams
could fight them; Wing was fully occupied with Tallgeese, fighting high
Cutting down the two Leos directly in front of him, Wufei spared half
a second to glance quickly around the battlefield. Heavyarms had space
around it, blasted clear by a hail of bullets, but as he watched, the
huge Gatling gun dropped to the ground. Rockets continued to streak from
the chest launchers, but there couldn't be many left if Trowa was already
out of bullets.
Sandrock and Deathscythe were fighting back to back, slashing enemies
to bits with scythe and blades. They seemed to be holding their own for
now, but were so tightly encircled that there was no way they could break
off and retreat. Wufei scowled, turning back to his own opponents. He
and Trowa had enough space to engage their boosters and escape, but --
obviously! -- neither of them intended to. Wufei because he refused
to leave fellow warriors in a deathtrap like this; Trowa because it would
have meant leaving Quatre. Quatre had reported earlier that the Manganacs
were on their way, but it didn't look like they would arrive in time to
Slashing at an Aries with Nataku's dragon-arm, Wufei began moving towards
Duo and Quatre, intending to go to their assistance, when his com crackled
to life again.
"Trowa, Wufei, there's some sort of energy weapon on that southern hill,"
Quatre said urgently. "It looks like they're aiming at Wing--"
"On it," came Trowa's flat voice.
"No, I've got it," said Wufei. "You've got a clearer path to help 2 and
"Ah, yeah, Tro-man, not that we need a hand really -- but I'm sure
you'd hate it if we trashed them all by our*OOF!*" Duo's voice cut off
briefly, then returned in a stream of curses as an Aries and a Taurus
slammed into Deathscythe and grappled, latching onto his right arm and
leg. Seeing that he was hampered, others began to move in; Quatre had
problems of his own.
"Right. Coming," said Trowa.
Wufei could see the weapon now, moving out of a bunker in the hill; he
could see why Quatre was worried. It didn't match any type of weapon he'd
ever encountered, but it was HUGE; a red glow was already flickering around
some kind of emitter rod as it moved into view, swiveling upwards to point
at Wing. Whatever it was, he doubted it was anything good.
He slapped a button and Nataku's thrusters kicked in, punching him into
the air and bowling over the nearest mobile suits as he arrowed towards
the new weapon. It's definitely something experimental, he thought
as he swung his staff around and activated it; it doesn't even look
finished -- there's no armour around the base--
And then it was whipping down with surprising speed to point at him,
and he thought he heard Duo screaming "LOOK OUT, WU-MAN!" as his staff
--just as it fired, directly at him, at point-blank range.
Duo swore as he finally got his scythe into his -- Deathscythe's
-- left hand and chopped the mobile suits off himself. Free of
the restriction, he whipped around in a quick half-circle, slashing through
the front rank of mobile suits.
"Hah! Take that! Think you can take Shinigami down that easily? Not a
He glanced up just in time to see the glowing rod whip down to point at
"Oh shit -- LOOK OUT, WU-MAN!"
And then his view of the battlefield whited out as a massive explosion
sent Deathscythe sprawling.
Quatre curled into a ball in Sandrock's cockpit as the Gundam tumbled,
clutching at his chest as a sickeningly hollow feeling blossomed in his
I can't feel him -- he's gone--
Trowa found himself flat on his back, with three mobile suits on top of
"...what the hell was that?"
Heero managed to bring Wing out of its dive just above the ground. Fighting
the controls -- the systems didn't seem to be answering properly
-- he pulled up, gaining altitude.
The scene that greeted him was one of total devastation. Shattered mobile
suits lay everywhere, smouldering, obscuring his view... he could see
Tallgeese, crashed into a hillside to the north and not moving, but couldn't
make out the other Gundams... and to the south was a huge crater. Quickly,
he slapped at the com, bringing up a static-streaked video screen.
"Duo! Trowa! Quatre! Wufei! Check in!"
Duo's image was the first to come up, wincing and rubbing his head. "Ow...
Heero, man, stop scrolling... I love you, but you're making my headache
worse. Oi, is Wu-man okay? That thingy changed targets to him..."
"I don't know," Heero said flatly, not showing his relief. "I was concentrating
on things up here. Where was he?"
"To the south; he was going after an energy weapon on that hill over --
oh. Oh, shit. Um. Uh, Heero... there was a hill there. Can
you see Shenlong?"
"Not yet. My instruments don't seem to be--" Heero broke of as
another image came up.
"What happened?" Amazingly, Trowa's hair was mussed.
Gee, thought Duo dazedly, not even Quatre manages that... whoa,
focus. Important stuff happening here. No time to be concussed, Maxwell.
"It looks like the thing Wufei went to hit has gone 'boom' big time. The
hill's not there any more."
"..." Trowa didn't respond audibly, but Heero could see Heavyarms standing
up and moving unsteadily southwards.
"Q-man? You there?" asked Duo. "Oi! Answer me, dude..." ow ow shit
this hurts... ow... okay, outta the harness... annnnnd... that
button, yeah... mm-hm, I'd say I'm concussed. He clambered laboriously
to his feet, ready to climb out of the cockpit and go over to Sandrock,
but was forestalled as a third image flickered to life on his com screen.
"All right! Q-man, don't scare me like that -- uh... Quatre? You
Quatre's eyes were hidden behind his bangs, head down. He didn't look
up as he whispered, "He's gone. Wufei... I... I didn't feel him die, but
* * * * *
Wufei scowled, more frightened than angry but he _definitely_ wasn't going
to admit it. He had managed to restart Nataku's computers, but something
was definitely wrong; although all the diagnostics he'd run on the remaining
external sensors came back 'functional', as far as they were concerned
there was nothing out there. Not even space; nothing. Zip.
Nada. Void. And why hadn't the others contacted him yet?
He sighed as his com's status light finally blinked green. Now he'd get
"Maxwell? Winner? Barton? Come in, over." I won't call Yui just now
-- if he's still fighting Tallgeese, I can't afford to distract
him... "Hello? Come in!"
Wufei swore softly and began unsnapping his safety harness. He hadn't
felt any shocks or movement since he'd woken, so the battle was almost
certainly over; it should be safe enough to leave the cockpit. And he
had to find out just what the hell was going on!
He pushed the control to open the cockpit and stood, moving forwards as
the armoured hatch slid down--
--and stopped, frozen, staring in wide-eyed shock at what was revealed
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