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Post by deadguydrew on Nov 13, 2009 1:19:15 GMT -5
Leaning out of his open cockpit, Alain watched as the North African sands whipped around the fallen mobile suit. As he looked down on the felled Gundam part of him was saddened that it hadn't been the infamous blue one. Everything he did on this godforsaken rock of a planet was to vindicate himself, to prove to those that had spurred him, that he was everything he claimed. Part of him doubted that even felling the blue demon would make them see him as he truly was, there were always those that would try to pull down the great ones.
In his furor, Grace had barely noticed that he had pulled a small pill dispenser from his pocket, dropping a pair of tabs into his hand, and then “slapping” them into his mouth. The acrid taste of the muscle relaxers spread through his mouth as he chewed on them briefly before swallowing the pills. As the medicine began taking effect he tried reaching his mind out, to touch another mind as he had before, but he felt nothing; the same as he had every other time he tried since ended on Earth.
Sighing, he laid back into his pilot seat, sealing his cockpit. It took him a moment to signal the Dodai YS that had been recently assigned to him. He would go back to base, probably imbibe more drugs, and find out where next he could go to best showcase his abilities.
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