Post by Quatre the Second on Aug 14, 2007 20:21:16 GMT -5
Silence. Deathly, unearthly silence. Barely the whisper of a breath filled the cockpit. The instruments were all on standby, conserving their power with not but the proximity sensors of Quatre's Maginac suit operating. Even the cockpits' cooling system was left turned off for the past couple of hours. Though with the suit, for the most part covered in sand, hidden within the quiet dunes it was reasonably temperate. Even yet his collar was like a sponge, soaked with the sweat of anxiety.
His father had not approved of Quatre Jr's plans to join in the fight with the Maginac Corps, a feeling mutual amongst most of the veteran pilots, but the son had the spirit and determination his family was prided for.
OZ was back. Again on the move, hungry for conquest and resolved to revert the now peace-loving earth back into a place of war, chaos, and strife. With his father, one of the original five Gundam pilots, currently in outer space, there was little the peace-defending soldiers of the sand could do to stop young Quatre Jr, only 17, from joining in the up and coming fray with the pedestrian unit of OZ mobile suits on their way to again claim attempt to claim their stake and exert their rule over the region.
"Not on my watch..."
His voice startled even himself, and he shot quick, unfocused glances all about the cockpit, partly reassuring himself that the battle had not yet come, and partly familiarizing himself with a system he'd only begun to actually learn weeks ago. His days of fun with the guys training in the simulator were over, and he'd been practicing the real deal for only a brief period.
I can do it... He thought to himself within the serene quietude of the cockpit. He knew this was only the calm before the raging, whirling sandstorm that would come to greet him and his fellow warriors. It did little to steel his nerves as only experience on a battlefield truly would, yet still he still retained a calm, stone-like demeanor on his face, he was born of greatness and this greatness would serve him well in this, the darkest time of his generation.
His father had not approved of Quatre Jr's plans to join in the fight with the Maginac Corps, a feeling mutual amongst most of the veteran pilots, but the son had the spirit and determination his family was prided for.
OZ was back. Again on the move, hungry for conquest and resolved to revert the now peace-loving earth back into a place of war, chaos, and strife. With his father, one of the original five Gundam pilots, currently in outer space, there was little the peace-defending soldiers of the sand could do to stop young Quatre Jr, only 17, from joining in the up and coming fray with the pedestrian unit of OZ mobile suits on their way to again claim attempt to claim their stake and exert their rule over the region.
"Not on my watch..."
His voice startled even himself, and he shot quick, unfocused glances all about the cockpit, partly reassuring himself that the battle had not yet come, and partly familiarizing himself with a system he'd only begun to actually learn weeks ago. His days of fun with the guys training in the simulator were over, and he'd been practicing the real deal for only a brief period.
I can do it... He thought to himself within the serene quietude of the cockpit. He knew this was only the calm before the raging, whirling sandstorm that would come to greet him and his fellow warriors. It did little to steel his nerves as only experience on a battlefield truly would, yet still he still retained a calm, stone-like demeanor on his face, he was born of greatness and this greatness would serve him well in this, the darkest time of his generation.