Post by ender on Jun 5, 2010 18:17:47 GMT -5
The feeling of the gloves of his normal suit felt like a second skin. The past few days of battle have weighed heavily on the Warmonger's mind. His MS team were already in their mobile suits, yet he waited in the ready room.
The thought of the statue of "Christ, the Redeemer", still standing after the destruction of Rio. Almost a testament to how to properly destroy a city, with respect to religious artifacts. The ruins of Hagia Sophia still drove him.
And now the assault on Jaburo was upon them. A chance for the TAF to redeem themselves. And with the assistance of the legendary "Red Comet", how could they lose.
"We can't." He muttered to himself as he zipped up the front of his normal suit. The helmet felt heavy in his hands, the pre-bittle jitters starting up again. Even as a veteran pilot, and as an instructor in the Zum City academy, he never lost that. To lose that nervousness, he had taught his students and his team, was to lose a part of your humanity.
Even when fighting for the freedom of the Duchy, you have to remember that you are fighting against other people. While usually not deserving mercy, you can't lose yourself.
Or you become the monsters that the SS are.
"Jaburo, you shall fall, and from the ashes, a new dawn for the Duchy of Zeon rises. And I shall be there to welcome it!" He slides the helmet over his head, and seals it shut. A salute is given to the Zeon flag in the ready room, and he walks out of the room, down the hall to the submarine MS bay.
"Sieg Zeon."
The thought of the statue of "Christ, the Redeemer", still standing after the destruction of Rio. Almost a testament to how to properly destroy a city, with respect to religious artifacts. The ruins of Hagia Sophia still drove him.
And now the assault on Jaburo was upon them. A chance for the TAF to redeem themselves. And with the assistance of the legendary "Red Comet", how could they lose.
"We can't." He muttered to himself as he zipped up the front of his normal suit. The helmet felt heavy in his hands, the pre-bittle jitters starting up again. Even as a veteran pilot, and as an instructor in the Zum City academy, he never lost that. To lose that nervousness, he had taught his students and his team, was to lose a part of your humanity.
Even when fighting for the freedom of the Duchy, you have to remember that you are fighting against other people. While usually not deserving mercy, you can't lose yourself.
Or you become the monsters that the SS are.
"Jaburo, you shall fall, and from the ashes, a new dawn for the Duchy of Zeon rises. And I shall be there to welcome it!" He slides the helmet over his head, and seals it shut. A salute is given to the Zeon flag in the ready room, and he walks out of the room, down the hall to the submarine MS bay.
"Sieg Zeon."