Post by on Dec 26, 2009 1:51:56 GMT -5
“Ritley! Hurry Up Ritley! You’ll miss it!” The words carried from a young girl’s mouth down a trashy alleyway. She was the image of an abundance of energy. Her platinum colored hair bounced on her shoulders as she jumped into the air, kicking her feet behind her and waving both arms wildly into the air above. Almost as excitingly the colorful patterned jacket she word bounced along with her, it match her current mood nicely and was much more eye catching that the rest of her outfit which consisted of a white shirt underneath with some scribbles of writing on it and some nice but plain looking jeans.
Two boys walked side by side next to a flyer plastered wall. Both were similar looking in their tall slender stature, with the blonde carrying a heavy looking plaid jacket on his back while the dark haired one carried a worn leather jacket that almost matched his hair color. They looked almost like brothers the way they walked, with only the dark haired one having some scruffy facial hair to help tell them apart. His scruffy smile glanced over to the other, “You like that? It’s as if I don’t even exist. I’m telling you, she’s got it for you man.”
This made his partner smirk and push a hand through his slicked back blonde hair. “Come on, she’s doing this for you. She knows you’re interested in them, she even blushes when she says your name to me sometimes.” A friendly elbow nudged him, “That and I also heard her call out your name in her sleep that night we spent that night at the bridge. ‘Aaron! Aaron! Oh Aaron!!” Both gave a glance down to the still ecstatic woman and looked back to each other before breaking into laughter.
“What….WHAT!? What are you guys laughing at! Knock it off and get up here! They’re about to launch!” A roar interrupted her as a blast of wind came down the alley, blowing a torrent of trash and paper at the two men as they tried to push through to get a glimpse. Sprinting to the top they caught sight of it finally at the top of the road, the rockets of a Zaku I still in ignition raised it above the colony into Shangri-La’s artificial sky.
The year is 0074 of the Universal Century; five years have passed since the formation of the Zeon Principality at the colony bunch of Side 3. Tension among the colonies continues to build as lines are being drawn for the coming war between Space and Earth. A group of the newly deployed Zaku mobile suits are deployed to the colony bunch of Shangri-la to investigate for the presence of armed Federation forces that are rumored to be amassing in the area. Three orphan children were living together in the Czech district of Shangri-la, their story is about to unfold.
“Sore wa sugoi na!!” Aaron reached through the papers blown in his path as his eyes gazed into the artificial sky. The humanoid shape of metal soared over shacks and buildings before dipping out of sight in the junk guild’s fields. Ritley stepped forward and reached his hands out as if he were trying to grasp the already out of sight and distant object. “It will be mine…” The blonde child nodded to his two friends. “I’ll control one of those golems and protect Petra and the entire city!
Petra’s pout added in softly, “I don’t need protecting…I can handle myself just as fine as you two.” Her claim was dismissed as Aaron shot himself onto her back.
“But you won’t need to!” He cheered as she started to fall forward. “We’ll be your knights in armor, protecting our town from evil. Well, except for the Dragon District. I’ll let that place burn!”
“Or smash it ourselves,” Ritley cheered as he helped both of them up off the ground. All three of the kids burst into laughter at the thought. “Come on; let’s go find where it went to!” He grabbed onto the hands of both of his friends and tugged them forward to the junkyards with a smile on his face.
An hour later they would track down one of the massive weapons digging through scrap in one of the Guild’s fields. The three of them looked on in awe from beneath the frame of a thoroughly parted out biplane. They spied as the Zaku’s sweeping arms pushed tons of metal aside in a single movement.
“HEY! Whose hand is that?” Petra whispered as she wiggled the little that she could. The two guys looked at each other snickering as they both gave a squeeze with their hand. “AHHHHH! Get off!” She screamed out. The ground shook as a large metal grinder hit the floor near the feet of the mobile suit. With a loud hum the monoeye of the Zaku glowed a bright pink and glared straight at the kids.
“Eeep.”
“Crap!”
“Uh oh…”
“You three! Show yourself!” A large demanding voice boomed from the metal head. Without discussion they crawled forward and out from their hiding spot. They began to dust themselves off, the guys stopped to watch Petra patting some dirt off her adolescently developed chest, blushing and already forgetting how their hormones got themselves into the current situation. As Petra stopped playing with her breasts they joined in cleaning up. Petra shook her platinum hair to the side crying about tangles, Aaron brushing some dirt off his jacket while Ritley ran his hands into his slicked hair and shook it to remove the dirt, the blonde hair breaking into their natural curls.
“Come over here!” A strong looking man jumped off a cable a few feet from the ground, kicking up dirt as he landed. His hand squeezed tightly onto a submachine gun he had at his side. Ritley, Aaron, and Petra all walked over to the uniformed man. Aaron raised his arms up on the way. As they met, the soldier glanced over them before speaking to Ritley, the closest of them.
“You kids from this area?” He looked up and down the group’s somewhat ragged demeanor.
“Yeah, we all are.”
“Good, you’ll save me some time. Just answer my questions and I’ll let you get on with whatever you kids do here. Now, have you seen any weapons? Like tanks, fighters, or large ships in this area?”
“All the time!” Ritley foolishly responded. “Some beat up Torieres can be found in this yard, the one next to us has some scrapped shuttles, and if you look hard you can even find some even cooler relics! I hear the guild sells them to traders.”
The unamused soldier’s hand loaded a round into the chamber. “Smart ass little punk. I’m not talking about scrap! Have you seen any new ships passing through?”
Aaron shouted out in a response, lowering his hands to cover his face in a preemptive attempt to deflect any bullets. “No! Nothing new. Nothing except your machine.” He started to shake as the full grown man’s gaze moved onto him.
“Humph. Alright. I don’t want to spend another second in this hell hole, you kids get out of here now.” He waited for the three of them to sprint off into the junk piles before turning around and returning to his kneeling Zaku.
“What the hell was his problem?” Aaron asked with a cocky attitude as he polished a harmonica.
“Hell if I know…” Ritley responded.
“Ignore that guy. He was a jerk.” Petra sighed as she kicked her feet around in the air. The room was small, and the couch she was sitting on had only a few holes, still it was the nicest and largest piece of furniture they had in that small room. Three sleeping bags in the corner marked it as their home.
The mood was unfriendly with the memory of the armed encounter still on their minds until Petra started humming out a soft tune from her lips. Ritley’s foot began tapping along with her song before Aaron joined in with his harmonica. The song was one they all knew well, its presence alone seemed to warm the room and make them all feel unusually calm. The low mellow song carried on, giving pauses between tabs for them to speak about their troubles in their Czech accents. They let out their stress among each other as they carried on.
After a long while Petra got up and brushed herself off. Smiling she turned to Aaron, “I’m going to find some food in Dragonland! Anyone want to come with?”
Aaron kept on playing the harmonica, ignoring the inquiry. Ritter shook his head as well, “This is the best our Aaron has played in years. I think I’ll enjoy it a bit more before he sucks again. Go ahead we will catch up and meet you there later.”
“Alright,” she sighed disappointed. “Catch you later.” She skipped out the door and out of sight.
Aaron continued his harping for another 40 minutes after Petra left before giving it a break and ending the blues session. Both boys agreed they should go catch up, they kind of felt a little incomplete without their last member of their trio.
The two young men made little effort to hide their dislike of the Chinatown that had formed next to their settlement. They complained about the smell as they walked, gave dirty looks to the locals, and spit in the path of anyone walking by them. The duo kept this attitude up until they opened the doors to the market they frequented. They frequented this market in particular due to a complicating lack of money and an extreme dislike of the owner.
Everyone in the market felt different on this day. Whispers came from the aisles near them as they looked for their friend, all of the eyes in there kept watch of them. One kid with fright in his eyes looked at the two from a corner and motioned to a backdoor which was wide open. Unsure why they did it, both ran to the door and out into the alley.
They found Petra slumped against the alley’s wall. Her breasts showed through a torn up shirt, her bright colored jacket thrown away a few feet in front of her, and her pants and underwear were missing as well. Her face looked up, as she tried to slide along the wall towards her jacket. The bruises on her face were intense, with one eye swelling shut and the other looking through the semen that dripped from her hair and covered her body.
“PETRA!!” Aaron was the first to shout as she looked at the two of them, he noticed red dripping from the side of her head. She had shallow breathing as she tried to call back but her body slumped forward instead, collapsing exhausted as the Shop Keeper and a group of thugs came out into the alley.
“You little fucks don’t think I know you steal from me? I caught her! I know you pricks do it! Let this be a lesson, I don’t want to see your fucking faces on my street again!” Spitting onto the ground as he triumphantly motioned the group back into his shop.
“You fucking chinc!” Ritley was the first to rush towards the man with his back turned, Aaron a step behind was clubbed in the back of the head with a bat before he took his second step. “I’ll fucking kill you!” Ritley’s threat echoed before being silenced by the stiff fist of the shopkeeper hitting his face. He was on the floor, the world shaking in front of him. Unable to get any feeling of balance Ritley took a knife from his jacket and shoved it into the leg of the grown man, unwilling to give up.
“GAH! What the fuck!? Kill them!” The owner ordered as he limped back into his store. The group surrounded all three of them, Ritley’s last sight was a bat striking Petra’s skull. Her green eyes shook in shock before he watched them lose something he couldn’t describe. Everything went black.
Ritley woke up as Aaron was dragging his body down a slope in some alleyway, both of them wrecked of urine and he could only see out of one eye. “Petra…” he cried as he remembered what happened.
“She’s dead!” Aaron cried hysterically. “She’s fucking dead… Those fucks killed her Rit. They killed her.” Unable to keep himself together he dropped his friend and fell to the ground.
“Aaron! Aaron! Come on man. I have an idea.” Ritley pulled himself up and took a few stumbles forward before heading to the junk yard.
The Zeon soldier lowered his binoculars and took a sniff of the air. “This place reeks of piss. What kind of hell hole is-“his comment was cut short by a lead pipe to the back of his head. It was barely a strong enough swing from the weakened kid to knock him out cold.
“Ha-ha” Aaron chuckled as he stood over the body and looked towards the kneeling Zaku. “I see your plan. You were always the thinker man…so who gets to try it out first?” A semi-automatic pistol was thrown at Aaron’s feet. He turned around to see Ritter liberating the soldier of his sub-machine gun and ammo. Ritley’s glare met Aaron; behind it was a fiery hatred he hadn’t seen in his friend. Without asking anymore questions he reached down, picked up the pistol, and followed his lead.
The glass broke inwards as a grenade tied to a brick smashed through the storefront window. Two shoppers died in the initial blast which engulfed the dairy aisle with the third grabbing his wounds as he moved towards the frozen meats. The two enraged young men kicked in the front door in triumph to be met with two shotgun blasts; one took out some glass behind them and the second tore into Aaron’s right leg.
“Grah!” His pistol fired off rounds at the counter as he fell, none making a mark but forcing the owner back behind the counter. Ritley, in shock from the surprise, dropped the sub-machinegun and tried to drag his friend behind cover. While being dragged Aaron grabbed the abandoned weapon and opened fire scattering bullets into the counter and crowds, few causing any damage. The wounded man learned quickly, halfway through the extended magazine his shots started to take aim shooting anyone he saw hiding behind the think shelving while the owner remained hidden.
It happened sooner than Aaron had hoped, but the weapon gave a loud click as it announced its last round. Cocky, the store owner stood up, his shotgun trained on the lone man sloped against the wall with the depleted weapon beside him. The troubled youth laughed as he watched his friend unload a pistol round into the middle aged man’s head. Tossing the shotgun to Aaron, Ritley made his way around the store, emptying a bullet into the head of the injured and cowering as shotgun blasts sounded out in the background. Ritley made his way back to his downed friend, noticing a pile of bodies with shotgun blasts in the chest in front of the entry doorway. Both of the men had managed to cover themselves in the splattered blood of the dead.
“You’re sick.”
“Shut up Ritley.” Kicking open the back door they made their way out of the town through the alleyways, passing the lifeless body of a beloved friend on the way.
“Who goes there?” The soldier turned around when the smell of blood and urine caught his nose. Another pistol in his hand, he cocked the hammer and aimed.
“We’d like to enlist.” Aaron stated as he hobbled along on one leg, supported by Ritley who nodded his head in agreement.
Unsure of how to handle to situation, the soldier looked over the two blood covered and injured men. “Your names?” the soldier asked as he moved his extended arm to the right, pointing the pistol away from the two.
“Aaron Nuerad.”
“Ritter Novosad.”
The soldier’s response came swift, “Prepare for hell,” as the pistol struck Ritter’s good eye taking both of them to the ground. A warm boot greeted Aaron’s gut before they both blacked out for the second time that day.
Two boys walked side by side next to a flyer plastered wall. Both were similar looking in their tall slender stature, with the blonde carrying a heavy looking plaid jacket on his back while the dark haired one carried a worn leather jacket that almost matched his hair color. They looked almost like brothers the way they walked, with only the dark haired one having some scruffy facial hair to help tell them apart. His scruffy smile glanced over to the other, “You like that? It’s as if I don’t even exist. I’m telling you, she’s got it for you man.”
This made his partner smirk and push a hand through his slicked back blonde hair. “Come on, she’s doing this for you. She knows you’re interested in them, she even blushes when she says your name to me sometimes.” A friendly elbow nudged him, “That and I also heard her call out your name in her sleep that night we spent that night at the bridge. ‘Aaron! Aaron! Oh Aaron!!” Both gave a glance down to the still ecstatic woman and looked back to each other before breaking into laughter.
“What….WHAT!? What are you guys laughing at! Knock it off and get up here! They’re about to launch!” A roar interrupted her as a blast of wind came down the alley, blowing a torrent of trash and paper at the two men as they tried to push through to get a glimpse. Sprinting to the top they caught sight of it finally at the top of the road, the rockets of a Zaku I still in ignition raised it above the colony into Shangri-La’s artificial sky.
The year is 0074 of the Universal Century; five years have passed since the formation of the Zeon Principality at the colony bunch of Side 3. Tension among the colonies continues to build as lines are being drawn for the coming war between Space and Earth. A group of the newly deployed Zaku mobile suits are deployed to the colony bunch of Shangri-la to investigate for the presence of armed Federation forces that are rumored to be amassing in the area. Three orphan children were living together in the Czech district of Shangri-la, their story is about to unfold.
“Sore wa sugoi na!!” Aaron reached through the papers blown in his path as his eyes gazed into the artificial sky. The humanoid shape of metal soared over shacks and buildings before dipping out of sight in the junk guild’s fields. Ritley stepped forward and reached his hands out as if he were trying to grasp the already out of sight and distant object. “It will be mine…” The blonde child nodded to his two friends. “I’ll control one of those golems and protect Petra and the entire city!
Petra’s pout added in softly, “I don’t need protecting…I can handle myself just as fine as you two.” Her claim was dismissed as Aaron shot himself onto her back.
“But you won’t need to!” He cheered as she started to fall forward. “We’ll be your knights in armor, protecting our town from evil. Well, except for the Dragon District. I’ll let that place burn!”
“Or smash it ourselves,” Ritley cheered as he helped both of them up off the ground. All three of the kids burst into laughter at the thought. “Come on; let’s go find where it went to!” He grabbed onto the hands of both of his friends and tugged them forward to the junkyards with a smile on his face.
~~~
An hour later they would track down one of the massive weapons digging through scrap in one of the Guild’s fields. The three of them looked on in awe from beneath the frame of a thoroughly parted out biplane. They spied as the Zaku’s sweeping arms pushed tons of metal aside in a single movement.
“HEY! Whose hand is that?” Petra whispered as she wiggled the little that she could. The two guys looked at each other snickering as they both gave a squeeze with their hand. “AHHHHH! Get off!” She screamed out. The ground shook as a large metal grinder hit the floor near the feet of the mobile suit. With a loud hum the monoeye of the Zaku glowed a bright pink and glared straight at the kids.
“Eeep.”
“Crap!”
“Uh oh…”
“You three! Show yourself!” A large demanding voice boomed from the metal head. Without discussion they crawled forward and out from their hiding spot. They began to dust themselves off, the guys stopped to watch Petra patting some dirt off her adolescently developed chest, blushing and already forgetting how their hormones got themselves into the current situation. As Petra stopped playing with her breasts they joined in cleaning up. Petra shook her platinum hair to the side crying about tangles, Aaron brushing some dirt off his jacket while Ritley ran his hands into his slicked hair and shook it to remove the dirt, the blonde hair breaking into their natural curls.
“Come over here!” A strong looking man jumped off a cable a few feet from the ground, kicking up dirt as he landed. His hand squeezed tightly onto a submachine gun he had at his side. Ritley, Aaron, and Petra all walked over to the uniformed man. Aaron raised his arms up on the way. As they met, the soldier glanced over them before speaking to Ritley, the closest of them.
“You kids from this area?” He looked up and down the group’s somewhat ragged demeanor.
“Yeah, we all are.”
“Good, you’ll save me some time. Just answer my questions and I’ll let you get on with whatever you kids do here. Now, have you seen any weapons? Like tanks, fighters, or large ships in this area?”
“All the time!” Ritley foolishly responded. “Some beat up Torieres can be found in this yard, the one next to us has some scrapped shuttles, and if you look hard you can even find some even cooler relics! I hear the guild sells them to traders.”
The unamused soldier’s hand loaded a round into the chamber. “Smart ass little punk. I’m not talking about scrap! Have you seen any new ships passing through?”
Aaron shouted out in a response, lowering his hands to cover his face in a preemptive attempt to deflect any bullets. “No! Nothing new. Nothing except your machine.” He started to shake as the full grown man’s gaze moved onto him.
“Humph. Alright. I don’t want to spend another second in this hell hole, you kids get out of here now.” He waited for the three of them to sprint off into the junk piles before turning around and returning to his kneeling Zaku.
~~~
“What the hell was his problem?” Aaron asked with a cocky attitude as he polished a harmonica.
“Hell if I know…” Ritley responded.
“Ignore that guy. He was a jerk.” Petra sighed as she kicked her feet around in the air. The room was small, and the couch she was sitting on had only a few holes, still it was the nicest and largest piece of furniture they had in that small room. Three sleeping bags in the corner marked it as their home.
The mood was unfriendly with the memory of the armed encounter still on their minds until Petra started humming out a soft tune from her lips. Ritley’s foot began tapping along with her song before Aaron joined in with his harmonica. The song was one they all knew well, its presence alone seemed to warm the room and make them all feel unusually calm. The low mellow song carried on, giving pauses between tabs for them to speak about their troubles in their Czech accents. They let out their stress among each other as they carried on.
After a long while Petra got up and brushed herself off. Smiling she turned to Aaron, “I’m going to find some food in Dragonland! Anyone want to come with?”
Aaron kept on playing the harmonica, ignoring the inquiry. Ritter shook his head as well, “This is the best our Aaron has played in years. I think I’ll enjoy it a bit more before he sucks again. Go ahead we will catch up and meet you there later.”
“Alright,” she sighed disappointed. “Catch you later.” She skipped out the door and out of sight.
Aaron continued his harping for another 40 minutes after Petra left before giving it a break and ending the blues session. Both boys agreed they should go catch up, they kind of felt a little incomplete without their last member of their trio.
~~~
The two young men made little effort to hide their dislike of the Chinatown that had formed next to their settlement. They complained about the smell as they walked, gave dirty looks to the locals, and spit in the path of anyone walking by them. The duo kept this attitude up until they opened the doors to the market they frequented. They frequented this market in particular due to a complicating lack of money and an extreme dislike of the owner.
Everyone in the market felt different on this day. Whispers came from the aisles near them as they looked for their friend, all of the eyes in there kept watch of them. One kid with fright in his eyes looked at the two from a corner and motioned to a backdoor which was wide open. Unsure why they did it, both ran to the door and out into the alley.
They found Petra slumped against the alley’s wall. Her breasts showed through a torn up shirt, her bright colored jacket thrown away a few feet in front of her, and her pants and underwear were missing as well. Her face looked up, as she tried to slide along the wall towards her jacket. The bruises on her face were intense, with one eye swelling shut and the other looking through the semen that dripped from her hair and covered her body.
“PETRA!!” Aaron was the first to shout as she looked at the two of them, he noticed red dripping from the side of her head. She had shallow breathing as she tried to call back but her body slumped forward instead, collapsing exhausted as the Shop Keeper and a group of thugs came out into the alley.
“You little fucks don’t think I know you steal from me? I caught her! I know you pricks do it! Let this be a lesson, I don’t want to see your fucking faces on my street again!” Spitting onto the ground as he triumphantly motioned the group back into his shop.
“You fucking chinc!” Ritley was the first to rush towards the man with his back turned, Aaron a step behind was clubbed in the back of the head with a bat before he took his second step. “I’ll fucking kill you!” Ritley’s threat echoed before being silenced by the stiff fist of the shopkeeper hitting his face. He was on the floor, the world shaking in front of him. Unable to get any feeling of balance Ritley took a knife from his jacket and shoved it into the leg of the grown man, unwilling to give up.
“GAH! What the fuck!? Kill them!” The owner ordered as he limped back into his store. The group surrounded all three of them, Ritley’s last sight was a bat striking Petra’s skull. Her green eyes shook in shock before he watched them lose something he couldn’t describe. Everything went black.
Ritley woke up as Aaron was dragging his body down a slope in some alleyway, both of them wrecked of urine and he could only see out of one eye. “Petra…” he cried as he remembered what happened.
“She’s dead!” Aaron cried hysterically. “She’s fucking dead… Those fucks killed her Rit. They killed her.” Unable to keep himself together he dropped his friend and fell to the ground.
“Aaron! Aaron! Come on man. I have an idea.” Ritley pulled himself up and took a few stumbles forward before heading to the junk yard.
~~~
The Zeon soldier lowered his binoculars and took a sniff of the air. “This place reeks of piss. What kind of hell hole is-“his comment was cut short by a lead pipe to the back of his head. It was barely a strong enough swing from the weakened kid to knock him out cold.
“Ha-ha” Aaron chuckled as he stood over the body and looked towards the kneeling Zaku. “I see your plan. You were always the thinker man…so who gets to try it out first?” A semi-automatic pistol was thrown at Aaron’s feet. He turned around to see Ritter liberating the soldier of his sub-machine gun and ammo. Ritley’s glare met Aaron; behind it was a fiery hatred he hadn’t seen in his friend. Without asking anymore questions he reached down, picked up the pistol, and followed his lead.
~~~
The glass broke inwards as a grenade tied to a brick smashed through the storefront window. Two shoppers died in the initial blast which engulfed the dairy aisle with the third grabbing his wounds as he moved towards the frozen meats. The two enraged young men kicked in the front door in triumph to be met with two shotgun blasts; one took out some glass behind them and the second tore into Aaron’s right leg.
“Grah!” His pistol fired off rounds at the counter as he fell, none making a mark but forcing the owner back behind the counter. Ritley, in shock from the surprise, dropped the sub-machinegun and tried to drag his friend behind cover. While being dragged Aaron grabbed the abandoned weapon and opened fire scattering bullets into the counter and crowds, few causing any damage. The wounded man learned quickly, halfway through the extended magazine his shots started to take aim shooting anyone he saw hiding behind the think shelving while the owner remained hidden.
It happened sooner than Aaron had hoped, but the weapon gave a loud click as it announced its last round. Cocky, the store owner stood up, his shotgun trained on the lone man sloped against the wall with the depleted weapon beside him. The troubled youth laughed as he watched his friend unload a pistol round into the middle aged man’s head. Tossing the shotgun to Aaron, Ritley made his way around the store, emptying a bullet into the head of the injured and cowering as shotgun blasts sounded out in the background. Ritley made his way back to his downed friend, noticing a pile of bodies with shotgun blasts in the chest in front of the entry doorway. Both of the men had managed to cover themselves in the splattered blood of the dead.
“You’re sick.”
“Shut up Ritley.” Kicking open the back door they made their way out of the town through the alleyways, passing the lifeless body of a beloved friend on the way.
~~~
“Who goes there?” The soldier turned around when the smell of blood and urine caught his nose. Another pistol in his hand, he cocked the hammer and aimed.
“We’d like to enlist.” Aaron stated as he hobbled along on one leg, supported by Ritley who nodded his head in agreement.
Unsure of how to handle to situation, the soldier looked over the two blood covered and injured men. “Your names?” the soldier asked as he moved his extended arm to the right, pointing the pistol away from the two.
“Aaron Nuerad.”
“Ritter Novosad.”
The soldier’s response came swift, “Prepare for hell,” as the pistol struck Ritter’s good eye taking both of them to the ground. A warm boot greeted Aaron’s gut before they both blacked out for the second time that day.