Post by blackmage on Oct 23, 2009 13:05:14 GMT -5
The GM stood at the ready as it hugged the side of a building armed only with its gundam hammer. Sweat rolled down the forehead of Cato as he was moments from engaging in combat for the first time against ZMF suits. Blood pumped through his body with extreme ferocity as his breathing intensified with every step the Zakus took in the direction of his GM. Memories of his father flashed in his mind as he tried to find inspiration from his father's death at Lourm. It did nothing it only made his state of fear even worse as he now begin to silently pray for divine intervention as the Zakus continued in his direction.
The foot steps stopped. Infront of Cato's GM stood a Zaku II only four blocks away. Cato took three deep breaths in shock as the monoeye of the Zeon mobile suit scanned the area. Each breath deeper then the last as time seemed to slow down to the Ensign pilot. For so long he had wanted to fight Zeon forces in combat to gain some kind of vengeance for his father's death at the Battle of Lourm. Now he was having second thoughts. The monoeye swiveled and stared directly at Cato. The monoeye sensor flashed a bright red at the Federation mobile suit.
"So your the one that created all that raked on Earth against ZMF units?" A voice said from behind Cato. He had become annoyed with such rumors of what he did while on Earth. For the moment he did not care about what he did on Earth, that was behind him now that he was reassigned to space. He felt more comfortable under the full gravity of the Earth's pull rather then the weightlessness of space. He also had better combat experience, but that was now becoming less of a issue as he did more sorties in space.
"Rumors spread like wildfire unfortunately." Cato sipped his water from a glass. The cafeteria was buzzing with noise as the soldiers carried on with their conversations. Some were exited to be in space for the first time. Others were nervous of dieing in space.
"Ensign Goloni, is that anyway to address a superior officer?" The calm voice responded. Cato's eye widened as he jumped to his feet and saluted immediately without looking at the rank.
"Sir I was daydreaming! Sir!" Cato said while at attention. The superior that stood before him had gray hair and had a face riddled with rinkles. The wrinkles weren't enough to make the superior officer look terribly old, but enough to give him a authoritative look that went with his high rank. Cato glanced down from his superior's face to glance at his admiral insignia that was proudly displayed on the collar of the man's uniform. "Admiral Heiman." Cato thought to himself.
"At ease Ensign Goloni." Lesser ranked soldiers passing by gave a quick glance and moved on. Cato turned and grabbed his glass of water and took a quick sip. "So what brings you to Green Noah?" The Admiral asked. Jamitov gave a intimidating look to a pair of young recruits that were sitting on the opposite end of the room that took notice of the conversation between Cato and Jamitov.
"I was reassigned here shortly until a Salamis class ship called the 'Floppy Lion' picked me up to take me to the front lines." One recruit quickly went back to eating his food while showing how obviously nervous he was.The Admiral clearly ran Green Noah with an authority that all soldiers respected and feared. The Admiral nodded and walked a few steps and looked back at Cato.
"Walk with me Ensign." Jamitov motioned with his head. Cato quickly turned and finished his glass of water.
"I wish I had spiked this." Cato thought to himself before placing the glass on the table and following Jamitov out of the caferteria.
Cato let out a loud shout in anger. His GM gripped the chain of the gundam hammer swung it at the Zaku. The spiked ball smashed into the face of the Zaku. The front hose piece that surrounded the Zaku's head flung off to the side as the face collapsed from the sheer force of the hammer punching it. The Zaku laid on the ground with its monoeye flickering trying to stay on. It swiveled over to look up at the GM. Just as the eye had caught site of its attacker another hammer blow smashed into the torso this time compressing the armor around the cockpit and killing the pilot.
"I did it!" Cato said as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat continued to pour down his face. His uniform was now drenched and he looked like he had came out of a rain storm. The windows on a nearby building shook violently before they shattered. Cato quickly turned his GM and observed another Zaku just turning the corner and meeting his GM. Cato let out another warcry as his GM swung its gundam hammer once more this time smashing the ZMF suit from the side and crippling the left arm. The Zaku fell to the ground face first and dropped its machinegun just in front of it.
"Oh no space natzee! Your not getting to that." Cato said calmly as his GM kicked the machinegun away and quickly smashed the Zaku's back with a overhand swing from its gundam hammer. The Zaku slowly crawled closer to Cato almost as if it was begging for mercy from the Federation mobile suit. Cato swung downward once more and smashed the Zaku's back again. The eye of the Zaku fluttered and then finally faded. Cato looked down at the Zaku corpse and deep thoughts of the agony the Zeon pilot might have gone through before Cato had killed him. Cato smirked as he imagined the Zeon pilot screamed for his life before Cato ended it. "You natzees never gave my father a chance."
As Cato looked at his second kill, a single red flash emitted from the corner of his eye. As the GM turned, the building beside it crashed to the ground as a camouflaged Zaku buried its heat hawk into the shoulder of the GM. Cato screamed in anger as his GM tried to swing its gundam hammer. The heat hawk had sliced through the internal motors that gave the arm its strength. The blade of the axe now begin to emit a orange glow now as the blade became super heated. The GM reached back and pulled its beam saber just as its other arm was finally severed.
"Die you fucking space natzee!" Cato growled and impaled the Zaku through the torso executing the pilot cleanly.
"I heard allot about your exploits while on Earth." Jamitov remarked as he poured himself a glass of scotch. Cato bit his lip nervously. The actions he took on Earth were impulsive at best, but he knew some people in the Federation look down at such brutality.
"They took my eye sir. I felt it was only right to take their lives." Cato smirked.
The Zaku fell backwards on the street. The force from the fall caused the glass in one building down the street to begin vibrating back and forth teetering on the edge of shattering. The GM looked to its side and noticed a platoon ZMF soldiers trying to prepare to a rocket for use against the massive mobile suit. Their desperation to prepare the rocket became more evident as the GM walked toward the group calmly with its beam saber pointed downward at them.
"We surrender!" Some members of the platoon screamed. Cato smirked while in the cockpit of his GM.
"Bet your ass your going to." The cockpit of the GM opened and Cato stepped out. "Put you hands up where I can see them." Cato ordered while hanging partially outside of the cockpit of his mobile suit. Most of the members of the Zeon platoon dropped their weapons and raised their hands to show they were unarmed. One member of he group stood fighting to arm the rocket launcher for use. "Give up pal its over!" Cato shouted as the man finally was able to get the rocket propelled grenade in its launch tube.
"For the glory of Zeon!" The soldier shouted as he fired the RPG at the cockpit of the GM. Cato grimaced as he fell backwards inside of his GM and raised the arm of his mobile suit. The RPG impacted the arm of his GM and a gray smoldering smoke cloud gathered outside of the Federation mobile suit. The Zeon soldiers all took off running trying to escape. Bewildered and dazed, Cato held his head and tried to make the loud ringing noise he could hear in his head go away. It was rare that he would make a mistake such as this. He usually felt he exercised commonsense regularly. A sharp pain in his eye caused his nerves to pulsate with ferocity to bring Cato's attention to it. He quickly reached for his eye and felt a large shard of steel stinking out of his eye socket.
It had no dawned on the Ensign that his eye had been compromised from the RPG. Filled with rage, Cato turned the battered GM's crosshairs onto the fleeing Zeek soldiers and opened fire with a volley of head vulcan fire.
Cato rubbed his eye patch where his eye once was. He remembered the events of that day, it had left a long lasting impression on his character. Jamitov sipped his glass of scotch.
"Sometimes you need to take extreme actions in a war if you wish to come out alive." Jamitov finished off his glass of scotch. Cato nodded. The Admiral's praise was a rare comment based on what he had done on earth.
"I appreciate the comment Admiral Heiman, but you and I are a rare breed in the military today." Jamitov rose to his feet and walked over to a table and refilled his glass as he continued to listen.
"This war, it will soon end. Its a matter of time. The zeeks don't have the resources to compete with us much longer." Cato nodded in agreement. He felt the Zeon couldn't hold out no longer than a year or less. "The problem we face is after the war."
"Sir?" Cato said puzzled as to what the Admiral was referring to. Jamitov quickly downed the glass of scotch and wiped his mouth.
"We have the nerve to finish this war, but we as a military wont have the guts to finish the Zeon." He referred to the guerilla insurgency that would no doubt follow after a Zeon defeat. "I've been looking for someone like you to help me carry out something I have planned down the road."
"You asking me to become some kind of lap dog?" Cato interupted. Jamitov smirked and turned to Cato.
"I already have one of those on the Ohm fleet." The admiral responded and walked toward Cato. Cato could feel his sweat glands working overtime as the air conditioned room now begin to feel cooler by the second. He wondered if he would get discharged for interrupting a superior officer. "I'm asking you to be my attack dog." Jamitov smiled. "I need eyes and ears on the front lines, I cant say for what, but in time I will tell you...do you want in or out?" The admiral extended his hand awaiting Cato to shake it. A long pause filled the room and then Cato let out a loud sigh.
"If it means killing space natzees, I'm in."
The foot steps stopped. Infront of Cato's GM stood a Zaku II only four blocks away. Cato took three deep breaths in shock as the monoeye of the Zeon mobile suit scanned the area. Each breath deeper then the last as time seemed to slow down to the Ensign pilot. For so long he had wanted to fight Zeon forces in combat to gain some kind of vengeance for his father's death at the Battle of Lourm. Now he was having second thoughts. The monoeye swiveled and stared directly at Cato. The monoeye sensor flashed a bright red at the Federation mobile suit.
"So your the one that created all that raked on Earth against ZMF units?" A voice said from behind Cato. He had become annoyed with such rumors of what he did while on Earth. For the moment he did not care about what he did on Earth, that was behind him now that he was reassigned to space. He felt more comfortable under the full gravity of the Earth's pull rather then the weightlessness of space. He also had better combat experience, but that was now becoming less of a issue as he did more sorties in space.
"Rumors spread like wildfire unfortunately." Cato sipped his water from a glass. The cafeteria was buzzing with noise as the soldiers carried on with their conversations. Some were exited to be in space for the first time. Others were nervous of dieing in space.
"Ensign Goloni, is that anyway to address a superior officer?" The calm voice responded. Cato's eye widened as he jumped to his feet and saluted immediately without looking at the rank.
"Sir I was daydreaming! Sir!" Cato said while at attention. The superior that stood before him had gray hair and had a face riddled with rinkles. The wrinkles weren't enough to make the superior officer look terribly old, but enough to give him a authoritative look that went with his high rank. Cato glanced down from his superior's face to glance at his admiral insignia that was proudly displayed on the collar of the man's uniform. "Admiral Heiman." Cato thought to himself.
"At ease Ensign Goloni." Lesser ranked soldiers passing by gave a quick glance and moved on. Cato turned and grabbed his glass of water and took a quick sip. "So what brings you to Green Noah?" The Admiral asked. Jamitov gave a intimidating look to a pair of young recruits that were sitting on the opposite end of the room that took notice of the conversation between Cato and Jamitov.
"I was reassigned here shortly until a Salamis class ship called the 'Floppy Lion' picked me up to take me to the front lines." One recruit quickly went back to eating his food while showing how obviously nervous he was.The Admiral clearly ran Green Noah with an authority that all soldiers respected and feared. The Admiral nodded and walked a few steps and looked back at Cato.
"Walk with me Ensign." Jamitov motioned with his head. Cato quickly turned and finished his glass of water.
"I wish I had spiked this." Cato thought to himself before placing the glass on the table and following Jamitov out of the caferteria.
Cato let out a loud shout in anger. His GM gripped the chain of the gundam hammer swung it at the Zaku. The spiked ball smashed into the face of the Zaku. The front hose piece that surrounded the Zaku's head flung off to the side as the face collapsed from the sheer force of the hammer punching it. The Zaku laid on the ground with its monoeye flickering trying to stay on. It swiveled over to look up at the GM. Just as the eye had caught site of its attacker another hammer blow smashed into the torso this time compressing the armor around the cockpit and killing the pilot.
"I did it!" Cato said as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat continued to pour down his face. His uniform was now drenched and he looked like he had came out of a rain storm. The windows on a nearby building shook violently before they shattered. Cato quickly turned his GM and observed another Zaku just turning the corner and meeting his GM. Cato let out another warcry as his GM swung its gundam hammer once more this time smashing the ZMF suit from the side and crippling the left arm. The Zaku fell to the ground face first and dropped its machinegun just in front of it.
"Oh no space natzee! Your not getting to that." Cato said calmly as his GM kicked the machinegun away and quickly smashed the Zaku's back with a overhand swing from its gundam hammer. The Zaku slowly crawled closer to Cato almost as if it was begging for mercy from the Federation mobile suit. Cato swung downward once more and smashed the Zaku's back again. The eye of the Zaku fluttered and then finally faded. Cato looked down at the Zaku corpse and deep thoughts of the agony the Zeon pilot might have gone through before Cato had killed him. Cato smirked as he imagined the Zeon pilot screamed for his life before Cato ended it. "You natzees never gave my father a chance."
As Cato looked at his second kill, a single red flash emitted from the corner of his eye. As the GM turned, the building beside it crashed to the ground as a camouflaged Zaku buried its heat hawk into the shoulder of the GM. Cato screamed in anger as his GM tried to swing its gundam hammer. The heat hawk had sliced through the internal motors that gave the arm its strength. The blade of the axe now begin to emit a orange glow now as the blade became super heated. The GM reached back and pulled its beam saber just as its other arm was finally severed.
"Die you fucking space natzee!" Cato growled and impaled the Zaku through the torso executing the pilot cleanly.
"I heard allot about your exploits while on Earth." Jamitov remarked as he poured himself a glass of scotch. Cato bit his lip nervously. The actions he took on Earth were impulsive at best, but he knew some people in the Federation look down at such brutality.
"They took my eye sir. I felt it was only right to take their lives." Cato smirked.
The Zaku fell backwards on the street. The force from the fall caused the glass in one building down the street to begin vibrating back and forth teetering on the edge of shattering. The GM looked to its side and noticed a platoon ZMF soldiers trying to prepare to a rocket for use against the massive mobile suit. Their desperation to prepare the rocket became more evident as the GM walked toward the group calmly with its beam saber pointed downward at them.
"We surrender!" Some members of the platoon screamed. Cato smirked while in the cockpit of his GM.
"Bet your ass your going to." The cockpit of the GM opened and Cato stepped out. "Put you hands up where I can see them." Cato ordered while hanging partially outside of the cockpit of his mobile suit. Most of the members of the Zeon platoon dropped their weapons and raised their hands to show they were unarmed. One member of he group stood fighting to arm the rocket launcher for use. "Give up pal its over!" Cato shouted as the man finally was able to get the rocket propelled grenade in its launch tube.
"For the glory of Zeon!" The soldier shouted as he fired the RPG at the cockpit of the GM. Cato grimaced as he fell backwards inside of his GM and raised the arm of his mobile suit. The RPG impacted the arm of his GM and a gray smoldering smoke cloud gathered outside of the Federation mobile suit. The Zeon soldiers all took off running trying to escape. Bewildered and dazed, Cato held his head and tried to make the loud ringing noise he could hear in his head go away. It was rare that he would make a mistake such as this. He usually felt he exercised commonsense regularly. A sharp pain in his eye caused his nerves to pulsate with ferocity to bring Cato's attention to it. He quickly reached for his eye and felt a large shard of steel stinking out of his eye socket.
It had no dawned on the Ensign that his eye had been compromised from the RPG. Filled with rage, Cato turned the battered GM's crosshairs onto the fleeing Zeek soldiers and opened fire with a volley of head vulcan fire.
Cato rubbed his eye patch where his eye once was. He remembered the events of that day, it had left a long lasting impression on his character. Jamitov sipped his glass of scotch.
"Sometimes you need to take extreme actions in a war if you wish to come out alive." Jamitov finished off his glass of scotch. Cato nodded. The Admiral's praise was a rare comment based on what he had done on earth.
"I appreciate the comment Admiral Heiman, but you and I are a rare breed in the military today." Jamitov rose to his feet and walked over to a table and refilled his glass as he continued to listen.
"This war, it will soon end. Its a matter of time. The zeeks don't have the resources to compete with us much longer." Cato nodded in agreement. He felt the Zeon couldn't hold out no longer than a year or less. "The problem we face is after the war."
"Sir?" Cato said puzzled as to what the Admiral was referring to. Jamitov quickly downed the glass of scotch and wiped his mouth.
"We have the nerve to finish this war, but we as a military wont have the guts to finish the Zeon." He referred to the guerilla insurgency that would no doubt follow after a Zeon defeat. "I've been looking for someone like you to help me carry out something I have planned down the road."
"You asking me to become some kind of lap dog?" Cato interupted. Jamitov smirked and turned to Cato.
"I already have one of those on the Ohm fleet." The admiral responded and walked toward Cato. Cato could feel his sweat glands working overtime as the air conditioned room now begin to feel cooler by the second. He wondered if he would get discharged for interrupting a superior officer. "I'm asking you to be my attack dog." Jamitov smiled. "I need eyes and ears on the front lines, I cant say for what, but in time I will tell you...do you want in or out?" The admiral extended his hand awaiting Cato to shake it. A long pause filled the room and then Cato let out a loud sigh.
"If it means killing space natzees, I'm in."