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Post by akunzepp on Feb 24, 2010 10:28:17 GMT -5
"You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!" The half buried-Vulture was increasingly being ate up by sand and Earth. In a few hours, there would be nothing left but another dune in the sea. At least this corpse buried itself. David sighed and began to walk in the opposite direction. The attempt on Zona Rosa was a failure - an attempt, strangely enough, that was done for the sake of repairing that dead bird. I guess all plans were in Zeon's hands now.  He looked in the distance, after hearing his name. "David! David!" His eyes perked up as he saw.. it couldn't be. His girls! Marie, Jackie, Elizabeth! Thank god! But what were they doing here? He ran faster and faster, well, as fast as a man injured to the balls could run. His arms were outstretched as he braced to feel those girls inside his arms again. Nothing. Mirage. Damned curse of the desert. He sought shelter under some wreckage. What in the world would he do now? |
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Post by akunzepp on Feb 24, 2010 18:08:06 GMT -5
The sand got in everywhere. His shirt. His face. His eyes. His ears. It was all he could do to use whatever disguises and clothes survived the fire to make a makeshift keffiyeh. It was especially paining his right eye, which got carved up pretty bad - he wasn't sure if it was in his first disaster or his second. He put a black eyepatch used for impersonating pirates over it. He always liked to play dress up. The Venetian Company was in tatters. Mr. Deikun's dream was in tatters. Who knows what ever happened to Sayla and Edward. Maybe he'd meet him out here, a fellow drifter now. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Now he was just one man against the world. He looked to a sign. NOW ENTERING AU TERRITORY  ZONA ROSA, 10 MILES Looks like he had a way to go. |
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Post by akunzepp on Feb 24, 2010 23:21:20 GMT -5
The screams came again. Dopps went over head. He ducked under the wreckage of the truck. Probably some Zeon ensign doing a battle report and recon. They didn't know he was alive, right? Oh god, how he wished he wasn't alone. He was delirious. The blood had dried up by now and healing began.
Suddenly, the radio on his belt came to life. Crackles gave way to words. Minovsky didn't have much say in the desert. It was still set to Marie's frequency...
"David, you need to get out of there. Girhen's looking for you, you know those Dopps will come finish you like they finished Mr. Deikun."
Marie was right. He had to get moving. Evening was coming; the perfect time to move. He needed to get to shelter.
"Thanks Marie. Moving out."
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Post by akunzepp on Feb 24, 2010 23:33:03 GMT -5
"Contact right! Dodge for cover, sir!"
David dove under some rocks, as a Luggun zoomed by above. The Medea had confused the Zeon, most likely. Probably confused it was a retreating unit from that last battle. He should've expected to been shot down.
"Sir, head due south. There should be a mine there."
It sounded just like the ensign. He must be sharing a frequency with the girl.
He struggled to get his old bones up again. The eye patch helped the wound on his eye. It wasn't gone, but he'd have a scar for sure. He pulled the Keffiyeh off his head. It'd just deter him from seeing the patrols from his peripherals. He pulled out a beret, and broke into a run. Zona Rosa was still a ways away. And he'd have to keep hiding unless he liked the feeling of bullets in his back.
An oasis. Green and lush, a small spring in the middle was a nice respite from the desert heat. Foxes drank beside him. Tonight's dinner. He'd stay here for a bit before moving on. Looking back at where he came from, the Medea was one big hill. But which one? He looked behind. Then in front. Then.. he didn't know where. There were sand dunes for miles around. Where the *fuck* was he?
"Marie, Ensign Ramba, where the fuck am I?"
He looked down at the radio. Shrapnel had pierced the middle of it, and the communications antenna was ripped straight off. Maybe he broke it running? No, he hadn't tripped or anything. It must have been busted in the crash. Could it be possible that it was all in his head?
Whatever it was, it saved his life. The water was real enough.
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