Post by blackmage on Jun 1, 2010 17:20:28 GMT -5
He snapped his head over to its side in a panic and snapped his head back in the opposite direction. Sweat rolled down his face. His hair was now soaked while he dreamed.
"Run!" A voice cried out as Patrick looked on from the street. A crowd of people stampeded past him. Most were children no older then 8 or 9 years old. The all screamed in terror. As usual Patrick turned and looked around to see what was the cause of such wide spread panic, but he could find nothing. Then the loud mechanical sounds of mobile suit joints rubbing against each other echoed near by.
"What the hell was this." Packie uttered to himself quietly. He looked in the direction the mobile suit sounds were coming from, but he was confused as to what the mobile suit could be doing. It was close by, but yet he could not see it. Above him he could see Zaku II C firing on a group of saberfish outside of the colony. The squadron was torn to pieces by machinegun fire. The pilots inside had no ideal how terribly stacked the odds were against them. "Not again." Patrick mumbled to himself dreadfully. It all unfolded the same way as usual. From behind Patrick, Federal tanks moved in formation. They were preparing to intercept the mobile suits that enter the colony. The ground trembled from the roar of the diesel powered engines as the tracks ran across the colony's surface at a constant cruising speed.
On queue Patrick quickly covered his eyes moments before the armored boxes were torn to pieces. Their armor pealed back revealing a large gaping hole from where a machinegun round had pierced through. Soon after an explosion would occur and more of the tanks were slung about. The sound of the giant ballistic weapon shook the ground that Patrick stood on as he kept his eyes covered to protect them. Constant full automatic fire echoed through the colony followed by more explosions. Every minute or so tank tracks could be heard followed by cannon fire from the helpless Federal units. There was nothing any of the armored boxes could do to stop the slaughter.Then quiet came to the once raging warzone. Patrick lowered his arms cautiously. He hesitated at first but then he gave into his curiosity and he looked at the path of destruction the Zaku machinegun left in its wake.
"Shit." Patrick said to himself. A tank laid on its side as fire engulfed the main body. It had to have been thrown through the air like a rag doll. A few feet away more pieces of armor could be found beside a tank track. The rest of the tanks were left in a similar manner. Along the path of destruction a charred dead body or two could be found nearby the killing grounds. A large thrash caught Patrick's attention. His eyes widened with a sense of alertness as he turned toward the main metropolitan area. Just over an building a Zaku II C came into view. Its machinegun barrel glowed red from the amount of full automatic fire in had endured. Smoke snaked its way out from the rifling and up to the glowing purple monoeye sensor. The monoeye stared at him. Its purple glow reflected in his own eyes giving them the appearance that they were glowing too. The monoeye swiveled away from Patrick and looked down the street parallel to it. The Zaku's torso then turned like a tank turret to face the street. Soon after its legs repositioned themselves with the rest of the mobile suit's body and the unit continued on its way.
The sound of the Zaku's foot steps went on for twenty minutes or more. Each step that was taken by the mobile suit became harder to hear.
"Is it safe?" A small voice asked? Patrick's eyes widened as he turned in the direction the child's voice was heard.
"No take cover!" Patrick screamed. A child stood out in the middle of the street silently. No emotion was on his face as he stood quietly. Patrick repeated himself and screamed again "Take cover!" But the child did not react. He still stood in silence. "This kid is so damn stupid." Patrick growled as he took off running toward the young boy. Before he could reach him, another loud thrash erupted inside of the colony. This time Patrick fell to the ground and skid across the hard concrete face first. He let out a loud groan as he tried to recover from the fall. Blood dripped down on to his hand as he pushed himself up. His face had taken a beating from the skid. "Bloody hell!" Patrick gritted his teeth together. He looked up to stare at the child still standing in the street with no emotion.
The thrash once more shook the area, but the little boy stood firm in the street as the ground behind him eroded Smoke filled the area as quickly as the concrete from the ground was flung through the air. In the smoke a lone purple monoeye glared down at Patrick and the young boy. The child quickly turned and looked up in horror as a Zaku I emerged from the debris. In its hand it carried a grenade launcher with a G3 gas canister loaded on it.
"Aaaaah!" Patrick rose from out of his bed with a scream. His eyes were still blood shot from the past few days. He had got little sleep since the Conscon ambush. He took deep breaths trying to calm his nerves With each breath he could feel his blood pressure lowering and the sweat dripping down his head from his mohawk. He collapsed back into his bed still taking deep breaths. "Just another nightmare."
"Run!" A voice cried out as Patrick looked on from the street. A crowd of people stampeded past him. Most were children no older then 8 or 9 years old. The all screamed in terror. As usual Patrick turned and looked around to see what was the cause of such wide spread panic, but he could find nothing. Then the loud mechanical sounds of mobile suit joints rubbing against each other echoed near by.
"What the hell was this." Packie uttered to himself quietly. He looked in the direction the mobile suit sounds were coming from, but he was confused as to what the mobile suit could be doing. It was close by, but yet he could not see it. Above him he could see Zaku II C firing on a group of saberfish outside of the colony. The squadron was torn to pieces by machinegun fire. The pilots inside had no ideal how terribly stacked the odds were against them. "Not again." Patrick mumbled to himself dreadfully. It all unfolded the same way as usual. From behind Patrick, Federal tanks moved in formation. They were preparing to intercept the mobile suits that enter the colony. The ground trembled from the roar of the diesel powered engines as the tracks ran across the colony's surface at a constant cruising speed.
On queue Patrick quickly covered his eyes moments before the armored boxes were torn to pieces. Their armor pealed back revealing a large gaping hole from where a machinegun round had pierced through. Soon after an explosion would occur and more of the tanks were slung about. The sound of the giant ballistic weapon shook the ground that Patrick stood on as he kept his eyes covered to protect them. Constant full automatic fire echoed through the colony followed by more explosions. Every minute or so tank tracks could be heard followed by cannon fire from the helpless Federal units. There was nothing any of the armored boxes could do to stop the slaughter.Then quiet came to the once raging warzone. Patrick lowered his arms cautiously. He hesitated at first but then he gave into his curiosity and he looked at the path of destruction the Zaku machinegun left in its wake.
"Shit." Patrick said to himself. A tank laid on its side as fire engulfed the main body. It had to have been thrown through the air like a rag doll. A few feet away more pieces of armor could be found beside a tank track. The rest of the tanks were left in a similar manner. Along the path of destruction a charred dead body or two could be found nearby the killing grounds. A large thrash caught Patrick's attention. His eyes widened with a sense of alertness as he turned toward the main metropolitan area. Just over an building a Zaku II C came into view. Its machinegun barrel glowed red from the amount of full automatic fire in had endured. Smoke snaked its way out from the rifling and up to the glowing purple monoeye sensor. The monoeye stared at him. Its purple glow reflected in his own eyes giving them the appearance that they were glowing too. The monoeye swiveled away from Patrick and looked down the street parallel to it. The Zaku's torso then turned like a tank turret to face the street. Soon after its legs repositioned themselves with the rest of the mobile suit's body and the unit continued on its way.
The sound of the Zaku's foot steps went on for twenty minutes or more. Each step that was taken by the mobile suit became harder to hear.
"Is it safe?" A small voice asked? Patrick's eyes widened as he turned in the direction the child's voice was heard.
"No take cover!" Patrick screamed. A child stood out in the middle of the street silently. No emotion was on his face as he stood quietly. Patrick repeated himself and screamed again "Take cover!" But the child did not react. He still stood in silence. "This kid is so damn stupid." Patrick growled as he took off running toward the young boy. Before he could reach him, another loud thrash erupted inside of the colony. This time Patrick fell to the ground and skid across the hard concrete face first. He let out a loud groan as he tried to recover from the fall. Blood dripped down on to his hand as he pushed himself up. His face had taken a beating from the skid. "Bloody hell!" Patrick gritted his teeth together. He looked up to stare at the child still standing in the street with no emotion.
The thrash once more shook the area, but the little boy stood firm in the street as the ground behind him eroded Smoke filled the area as quickly as the concrete from the ground was flung through the air. In the smoke a lone purple monoeye glared down at Patrick and the young boy. The child quickly turned and looked up in horror as a Zaku I emerged from the debris. In its hand it carried a grenade launcher with a G3 gas canister loaded on it.
"Aaaaah!" Patrick rose from out of his bed with a scream. His eyes were still blood shot from the past few days. He had got little sleep since the Conscon ambush. He took deep breaths trying to calm his nerves With each breath he could feel his blood pressure lowering and the sweat dripping down his head from his mohawk. He collapsed back into his bed still taking deep breaths. "Just another nightmare."