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Episode 04

Level 1, Match 02

Written By
Mark Moore

Author's note: I'm sorry for the delay. I'm going to try to get the series back on schedule. Enjoy the story. Feedback is welcome.

The United Kingdom's match against Kuwait is later today. Sayla Mass and Fraw Bow have just arrived in Kuwait and been given a ride to the location of the match, a desert location that was 30 miles to the west of Al-Jahrah.

Saturday, September 29, 2007, 5:57 PM, Kuwait Time

Sayla and Fraw got out of the car and walked over to Sally.

Sayla saluted Sally. "Sir."

"At ease."

Sayla relaxed. "How's the Gundam coming along."

"Good. All of the problems have been worked out. It's ready as it'll ever be. How about you?"

"I'm...nervous."

Karen was sitting in the cockpit, which was located in the Gundam's chest area. Standing at consoles on the ground was Dorothy.

"It's time for you to try it out."

Sayla was surprised. "Really?"

Sally smiled. "Really. You should get a feel for the controls. There should be no difference between the real Gundam and the simulator, but I want you to be sure."

Sayla smiled. "Thank you."

"Karen, come down from there! Sayla's taking over!"

Karen unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the cockpit, immediately entering the elevator that had been set up in front of the Gundam.

Karen rode down to the ground and walked out of the elevator.

"You ready?" Karen asked Sayla.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."

Sayla walked into the elevator and rode up to the chest level.

Sayla got into the cockpit and fastened her seatbelt.

"Ready!" Sayla called.

"Okay, raise the right arm."

At Dorothy's request, Sayla pulled the lever on her console that controlled the right arm. The arm slowly rose up until it was pointing straight up.

Dorothy smiled. "Good. Now, make a fist."

Sayla pressed the right fist button. The Gundam's right hand closed into a fist.

Dorothy nodded. "Good! How does it feel?"

"No different."

Sally smiled. "Move the elevator. Let her walk around."

Some engineers used heavy machinery to pull the elevator and its shaft away from the Gundam.

"Go on, Sayla!" Sally yelled. "Take it for a walk!"

Sayla opened the Gundam's hand and lowered its arm. She pressed another button to close the cockpit. Then she pressed the Forward button, and the Gundam started walking.

"May I activate the thrusters and fly her?" Sayla asked.

Dorothy frowned. "No. Not until the match. Now bring it back. I need to do a final systems check."

"All right."

Sayla brought the Gundam back to its original location.

"Power down, Sayla."

At Dorothy's request, Sayla shut off the Gundam. The blue glow in the Gundam's eyes disappeared.

Sayla opened the cockpit and got out of it and into the elevator.

Sayla rode the elevator down to the ground.

Sayla walked out of the elevator.

Sally smiled. "Not bad. We still have some time until the match. Relax."

Sayla and Fraw each got a can of regular cola out of a cooler and sat at a table that was set up a short distance from the designated match area. Fraw sat to Sayla's left.

Sayla opened her can and took a swig of cola. "Why did I ever agree to fight this guy here?"

"He wouldn't budge. You had no choice but to agree."

"I ought to kick him a few extra times just for that - assuming I even land a hit."

"Oh, stop it. You'll beat him."

Sayla noticed a car approaching from the distance.

After it stopped, the passenger side door opened, and a man with short, curly, black hair got out.

He closed the door and walked over to a console that was set up a short distance from the designated match area.

"That must be Bright Noa, the announcer."

Fraw looked. "Really?"

Sally walked over to them. "We just received word that the Kuwaiti team is on its way. Let's get you prepped."

Sayla walked into the elevator and pressed a button.

She rode up to the chest level of the Gundam.

Sayla got into the cockpit and fastened her seatbelt.

"Power on!" Dorothy called.

Sayla pressed the Power button, turning the Gundam on. The Gundam's eyes glowed blue.

"Can you hear me?" Dorothy asked.

Sayla now heard Dorothy's voice through the cockpit's speaker.

"Yes."

"Okay. Close the cockpit."

Sayla pressed a button. The cockpit closed.

Sayla looked at her screens. The cover was being removed, and she got her first look at Kuwait's Gundam. It was sand-colored. There was a beam saber in its left hand.

The Kuwaiti Gundam's cockpit door opened. The Kuwaiti pilot got into the elevator, rode up to the chest level, and got into the cockpit. He then closed his cockpit.

A message appeared on one of Sayla's screens: "KUWAIT REQUESTING VISUAL".

"The Kuwaiti pilot is requesting visual contact."

"Allowed."

At Sally's permission, Sayla pressed a button.

The Kuwaiti pilot's image appeared on one of Sayla's screens. He was Arabic; appeared to be in his 20s; and had short, black hair; a mustache; and a short beard.

The Kuwaiti pilot smiled. "Greetings. I am Nasser Al-Sabah."

Sayla smiled. "I'm Sayla Mass. It's nice to finally meet you in person."

"Likewise."

"I'm curious. Why did you insist on fighting here?"

"It is my home. I receive my fighting spirit from the desert."

"Oh."

"Why do you ask?"

"It's just that I'm not used to this heat. I'm glad that my Gundam is air-conditioned."

"Mine is not."

"I figured. I can't wait to get back to London and feel the breath of Autumn."

Nasser grinned. "Perhaps I can speed your return."

Sayla grinned. "Bring it on."

"May we keep the audio channel between our cockpits open during the match?"

"Sure."

"Thank you. Good luck."

"Good luck to you, too."

Nasser's image disappeared from Sayla's screen and was replaced by an exterior view.

"Sayla, the introductions are about to be made. Receive the audio."

At Sally's order, Sayla pressed a button.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to Level 1, Match 02, of the First Gundam Tournament. We're here live in the desert in Kuwait. Allow me to introduce myself to those of you watching at home. My name is Bright Noa. I am the commentator for this tournament. Today's match is Kuwait versus the United Kingdom. The Kuwaiti pilot is Nasser Al-Sabah. The United Kingdom's pilot is Sayla Mass. Kuwait's Gundam - the sandy one - is 18 meters tall, 1 meter of which is taken up by the head. It is armed with a beam saber. The United Kingdom's Gundam - the white one - is 18.5 meters tall, 0.5 meters of which is taken up by the head. It is armed with a beam rifle. The match is about to begin."

"Fight!" a simulated male voice declared over a speaker.

Nasser moved his Gundam forward and punched Sayla's Gundam with its right fist. Sayla's Gundam was knocked back a bit.

Sayla made her Gundam jump into the air, then she fired at Nasser's Gundam with the beam rifle in its right hand. The shots hit Nasser's Gundam repeatedly.

Nasser swung at Sayla's Gundam repeatedly with the beam saber in his Gundam's left hand. The saber hit Sayla's Gundam repeatedly.

"Overheating!" the simulated male voice of Sayla's Gundam declared.

"Take that!" Nasser yelled.

"Take this!" Sayla yelled.

Sayla fired her Gundam's beam rifle repeatedly, hitting Nasser's Gundam over and over again.

"Overheating!" the simulated male voice of Nasser's Gundam declared.

"You won't do that again!" Nasser exclaimed.

Nasser kicked Sayla's Gundam ten times with his Gundam's left leg.

"Overheating!" the simulated male voice of Sayla's Gundam declared.

Sayla kicked Nasser's Gundam repeatedly with her Gundam's right leg.

"Overheating!" the simulated male voice of Nasser's Gundam declared.

Nasser swung his Gundam's beam saber. Sayla activated her Gundam's thrusters and flew her Gundam into the sky, dodging the saber.

"Those beam sabers aren't very effective as long-range weapons!" Sayla told Nasser.

"I don't need long-range weapons!" Nasser yelled.

Nasser made his Gundam run towards Sayla's Gundam.

Sayla fired her Gundam's beam rifle repeatedly at Nasser's Gundam, hitting it repeatedly.

"Checkmate!" the simulated male voice of Nasser's Gundam declared.

Nasser's Gundam fell backwards.

"Well done! Glory to the winner!" the simulated male voice declared over a speaker.

"Damn it!" Nasser exclaimed. "How could this happen?!"

"And there you have it. The United Kingdom has beaten Kuwait. It certainly was a close match, and the United Kingdom's win could be considered only luck. Kuwait is out of the competition, but it is allowed to assist another nation of its choice. The United Kingdom moves on to Level 2. There will be more coverage on your evening news. Thank you for joining us."

Sayla sat in her cockpit, stunned.

"Sayla, you did it! You won!" Dorothy exclaimed.

Sayla smiled weakly. "I don't believe it."

"Come on out!"

At Dorothy's request, Sayla shut off the Gundam. The blue glow in the Gundam's eyes disappeared.

Sayla opened the cockpit and got out of it and into the elevator.

Sayla rode the elevator down to the ground.

Sayla walked out of the elevator.

The cockpit of Nasser's Gundam opened. Nasser got out of his cockpit and into his elevator.

He rode his elevator down to the ground.

Nasser walked out of his elevator and over to Sayla.

Sayla smiled and offered her right hand to Nasser. "Good match."

Nasser shook her hand. "Thank you. I am humbled."

Sayla turned and walked over to Sally.

Sally smiled. "You won. You gave us weeks of repair work, but you won."

Sayla smiled. "I'm glad - that I won, I mean."

"You may return to London. We'll handle the Gundam transport."

"Thank you, sir."

Sayla and Fraw walked over to the car that they had arrived in.

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"How bad is it?" Sally asked.

Dorothy was looking over some preliminary statistics. "She really banged it up. We need to get it home soon, so I can start fixing it."

Sally frowned. "Shit."

"Don't be so hard on her. I think she did all right."

Sally looked at Karen. "Yeah, she was okay."

"I think your expectations of her were a little too high for her first match."

"Maybe."

Sayla and Fraw were sitting in the airplane. Sayla was sitting by the window.

They were currently flying back to the United Kingdom.

"Flight Lieutenant Mass, the American evening news will be on shortly. Channel 11."

"Thank you!" Sayla called to the pilot.

Sayla pressed a button and turned the television in front of them on. She typed 1 1 on the keypad.

The evening news came on.

Peter Jenkins, the lead anchor, was sitting at his desk in New York City.

"Good evening, everyone. The second match of the first level of the First Gundam Tournament was held in the desert in Kuwait this afternoon. The participants were Kuwait and the United Kingdom. The United Kingdom won. It will move on to Level 2. Kuwait, meanwhile, having been eliminated from the tournament, has announced today that it will back Turkey in the tournament. We turn to our White House correspondent, Donald Samuelson. Donald, is the White House upset that Kuwait isn't backing us?"

"Peter, the White House is disappointed that Kuwait isn't backing us. However, even though Kuwait was officially a friendly competitor, the White House is having that the United Kingdom won this match - perhaps because a largely Muslim nation lost."

"Donald, do the resources of the United Kingdom match those of the United States?"

"It's possible, Peter, but it's still difficult to say. We have to see our own Gundam first to say for certain."

"All right. Donald Samuelson, many thanks. Now for the day's other news."

Sayla turned off the television.

Fraw smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

Sayla smiled. "Thanks, love. I still can't believe it. How in bloody Hell did I win?"

"Only you can answer that, love, but don't worry about that for now. You made it. That's all that matters at the moment. Relax and enjoy your victory."

"You're right. I'm sorry for all of my depressing talk recently. I was nervous."

"No problem. Would you like some music?"

"Yes, please."

Fraw pressed a button to turn on the stereo.

She selected a song and pressed Play.

"Itsuka Sora Ni Todoite" by Megumi Shiina started playing.

Sayla closed her eyes and relaxed.

Sayla and Fraw entered the simulation room in the base.

Sayla got into the simulator. "Okay, I'm ready."

Fraw made some selections on the computer console. "Using the battle data that was sent to us from today's match, I'm going to program the drone to be a combination of our, Australia's, Niger's, and Kuwait's Gundams. If you can beat this, it won't be a guarantee of victory in your next match, but it should boost your confidence. Okay, try this."

The screens inside the simulator turned on. They displayed a city street at night. Skyscrapers appeared to Sayla's left. The drone appeared in front of her.

"Fight!" the simulator's male voice declared.

Sayla moved her Gundam forward. She swung the left arm at the drone. The drone jumped and avoided the attack. Sayla jumped and fired her beam rifle. The blasts hit the drone repeatedly. Sayla then kicked the drone three times with her Gundam's right leg.

"Overheating!"

Sayla knew that she had caused damage to the drone. She activated her Gundam's thrusters and flew the Gundam into the sky. She fired at the drone with her beam rifle.

"Not enough power!"

Sayla's Gundam landed back on the street. The Gundam didn't have enough power for long flights and had to recharge.

The drone came at Sayla and kicked her Gundam five times with its left leg. Sayla punched the drone three times with her Gundam's right fist. Then she kicked it six times with her Gundam's right leg.

"Overheating!"

Sayla knew that she was close to victory. She kicked the drone five times with her Gundam's right leg.

The drone swung at Sayla's Gundam with the beam saber in its right hand. Sayla activated her Gundam's thrusters and flew her Gundam into the sky.

"Not enough power!"

Sayla's Gundam landed back on the street.

The drone fired at Sayla's Gundam with the beam rifle in its left hand. Sayla jumped and avoided the attack.

After Sayla's Gundam landed back on the street, Sayla fired at the drone repeatedly with her Gundam's rifle.

"Checkmate!"

The drone fell down.

"Well done! Glory to the winner!"

The simulation ended. The screens went black.

Sayla got out of the simulator.

Fraw smiled. "Pretty good, Sayla. Your reflexes are pretty good. So is your strategy."

Sayla walked over to her. "Thanks, but we shouldn't get overconfident."

Fraw frowned. "You're right. Who knows what the other nations have? I really wish that Kuwait was backing us."

Sayla smiled. "Let's not worry about that. We'll see how much help, if any, that Kuwait is to Turkey in three days. We just have to practice as much as we can."

"That's true. Do you want to try it again?"

"Sure. Practice makes perfect...or at least adequate."

Fraw laughed. "You silly."

Saturday, September 30, 2007, 9:08 AM, British Summer Time

Sayla knocked on Sally's office door.

"Come in."

Sayla opened the door and walked into the office. Fraw followed and closed the door behind her.

Sally was sitting behind her desk. Dorothy and Karen were sitting in chairs.

Sayla saluted Sally. "Flight Lieutenant Sayla Mass reporting as ordered, sir."

"At ease, Flight Lieutenant."

Sayla relaxed.

Sally smiled. "We recently got back. I thought it would be nice to have a little celebration."

Sayla smiled. "Really?"

Sally stood up. Dorothy and Karen stood up as well.

Sally opened her small refrigerator and passed out four cans of regular cola. She also took a can for herself.

The women opened their respective cans.

Sally raised her can. The other four women raised their own cans.

Sally smiled. "I propose a toast - to Sayla Mass, a bloody good pilot!"

"To Sayla Mass!" Dorothy, Karen, and Fraw exclaimed.

Sayla smiled. "Thanks, everyone."

All five women took a moment to sip their colas.

Sally frowned. "Now that we've won our first match, this is for real. We're in the final 16. We have to work even harder now, because the competition is at a whole new level. Our competitors, whoever they will be, will be the best half of the starting group."

Each woman silently thought about that for a moment.

"Sayla, I want you in the simulator as much as possible. Get in all of the training that you can between now and our next match."

"Yes, sir."

"Dorothy, get the Gundam repaired. Keep everyone that you need as long as you need them."

"Yes, sir."

"Karen, until the major repairs are done, assist Sayla in her sim training."

"Yes, sir."

"Fraw, keep cheering Sayla on. She needs your support."

"Yes, sir."

The women finished their colas in silence.

They dropped theirs cans in the trash basket.

"Dismissed. Get to work, everyone."

Sayla opened the door and walked out of the office. Fraw, Dorothy, and Karen followed her. Karen closed the door behind her.

Karen smiled at Sayla. "Come on, champ. Let's hit the simulator."

Sayla smiled wickedly. "I'd love to hit the simulator."

Karen and Sayla laughed.

Dorothy turned off the computer in her console.

"Okay, everyone, that's all for tonight! Thank you! Now, go home and get some rest!"

Dorothy waited impatiently for all of the other engineers to put away their tools and leave the hangar. She was exhausted. More than that, she was horny, and she couldn't ignore the feeling between her legs any longer.

Dorothy picked up the telephone receiver and typed in the number for the simulation room.

"Simulation room. Flight Lieutenant Karen Joshua speaking."

"Karen, it's me. I need you in the hangar."

"Okay, I'll be right there. Fraw, take over the controls."

"Yes, sir."

Dorothy put the receiver down.

She waited impatiently.

Karen walked into the hangar.

"Up here!" Dorothy called.

Karen walked into the elevator and rode up to the chest level. She walked out of the elevator.

"What's up?" Karen asked.

"I'm done for the day."

"Great. Let's go home."

"I can't wait until we get home, love. I'm horny, and I need you now."

"Now? Where are we going to find the privacy?"

"What about in the cockpit?"

"The cockpit? Are you daft?"

"Come on. It'll be fun."

"Oh, very well."

Dorothy and Karen walked over to the chest area.

Dorothy opened the cockpit.

Karen climbed into the cockpit.

Dorothy climbed into the cockpit and lied on top of Karen, facing her.

Dorothy closed the cockpit.

When their privacy was assured, Dorothy kissed Karen on the lips.

Dorothy parted her own lips and shoved her tongue into Karen's mouth.

After a while, Dorothy finished the kiss.

"I've been wanting to do that all day."

Dorothy licked Karen's face repeatedly.

"Mmm, that feels good, love."

Dorothy smiled. "I'm glad that you like it. Would you like me to lick lower?"

"Ooh, yes. Please."

"Then you'll have to take off your clothes."

Karen took off her clothes.

Dorothy likewise took off her own clothes.

The next match is Turkey versus Poland. Who will win?

Next on "Mobile Suit Gundam Tournament":

"Level 1, Match 03"

You will race with the tide.