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Episode 14

Level 1, Match 10

Written By
Mark Moore

Spain has defeated Egypt and remains in the tournament. Now, attention shifts to the next match.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007, 4:52 PM, Eastern Daylight Time

The United States military base where the Gundam was being tested was Aznable Air Force Base in Tampa, Florida. The Gundam was in a hangar.

Lunamaria Hawke, the Gundam's test pilot, was sitting in the cockpit, which was located in the Gundam's chest area.

Emma Sheen stood on the platform adjacent to the cockpit, watching Lunamaria. Standing at consoles on the platform were Nina Purpleton and Lucette Audevie, the two engineers that had designed the Gundam for the United States Government. They worked for Anaheim Electronics and were currently under military command while on this project. The fourth person on the platform was Relena Peacecraft. She was interested in the proceedings but was primarily there to give moral support to Emma.

"Okay, raise the right arm."

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

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

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

Nina nodded. "Good!"

"I think she can take a break for a while. I'd like to set up a test of the Gundam's beam rifle strength."

Nina nodded. "Agreed, Lucette. Power down, Lunamaria."

Lunamaria opened the Gundam's hand, lowered its arm, and shut off the Gundam. The blue glow in the Gundam's eyes disappeared.

Lunamaria got out of the cockpit.

Nina looked at Emma. "I'll get some engineers to bring a bunch of steel beams over here."

"How long will that take?" Emma asked her.

"Maybe a half-hour."

Murrue Ramius, Emma's superior officer, walked into the hangar.

Emma and Lunamaria saluted her. "Captain!"

"At ease. How's the Gundam coming along, Nina?"

"Pretty well. We're going to test the Gundam's beam rifle strength. I'm getting engineers to bring some steel beams over here."

"I guess you were so caught up in your work that you forgot about the time. Match 10 is going to start soon. Let's go to my house to watch it. I'll cook dinner."

Emma, Relena, Nina, Lucette, and Lunamaria gathered in the living room in Murrue's house and took their seats.

Murrue, carrying a tray with six large glasses filled with cola, walked into the living room. The other five women each took a glass. Murrue set the tray on the table, took a glass, and sat down.

Murrue turned on the television.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to Level 1, Match 10, of the First Gundam Tournament. We're here live in Damascus. 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 Syria versus Italy. The Syrian pilot is Bashar Etri. The Italian pilot is Giorgio Prodi. Syria's Gundam - the sandy one - is 20 meters tall, 1 meter of which is taken up by the head. It is armed with a beam rifle. Italy's Gundam - the brown one - is 24 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.

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

Giorgio made his Gundam jump into the air, then he fired at Syria's Gundam with the beam rifle in its left hand. The shots hit Syria's Gundam repeatedly.

Bashar fired at Italy's Gundam repeatedly with the beam rifle in his Gundam's left hand. The shots hit Italy's Gundam repeatedly.

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

"Take that!" Bashar yelled.

"Take this!" Giorgio yelled.

Giorgio fired his Gundam's beam rifle repeatedly, hitting Syria's Gundam over and over again.

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

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

Bashar kicked Italy's Gundam ten times with his Gundam's right leg.

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

Giorgio kicked Syria's Gundam repeatedly with his Gundam's left leg.

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

Bashar fired his Gundam's beam rifle. Giorgio activated his Gundam's thrusters and flew his Gundam into the sky, dodging the blast.

Giorgio fired his Gundam's beam rifle repeatedly at Syria's Gundam, hitting it repeatedly.

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

Bashar's Gundam fell backwards.

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

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

"And there you have it. Italy has beaten Syria. Syria is out of the competition, but it is allowed to assist another nation of its choice. Italy moves on to Level 2. There will be more coverage on your evening news. Thank you for joining us."

Murrue turned off the television.

"We've got some time before the evening news begins. I'll make dinner now." Murrue stood up.

Murrue collected the empty glasses, placed them on the tray, and carried them into the kitchen.

Murrue placed one whole chicken each in three rotisseries, closed the doors, plugged the rotisseries into outlets, and set the timer on each of them.

Murrue quickly washed the glasses and set them to dry.

Murrue walked back into the living room.

She took her seat.

The evening news came on.

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

"Good evening, everyone. The tenth match of the first level of the First Gundam Tournament was held in Damascus this afternoon. The participants were Syria and Italy. Italy won. It will move on to Level 2. Syria, meanwhile, having been eliminated from the tournament, has announced today that it will not back any nation in the tournament. We turn to our White House correspondent, Donald Samuelson. Donald, how is the White House reacting to Italy's victory and Syria's defeat?"

"Peter, the White House is happy that Italy won this match, because it did not want Syria to win. At least, this is another regime that won't be spreading worldwide."

"Do the resources of Italy match those of the United States?"

"It's possible, Peter. It's a pretty good Gundam. However, we won't know for sure until we face it."

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

Murrue turned off the television.

"Dinner should be ready." Murrue stood up.

The rest of the women stood up as well.

Murrue opened the rotisseries and took out the chickens. She placed them on plates. She unplugged the rotisseries.

Murrue took the plates to the table and sat down with the other women.

Each woman took a chicken leg, a chicken wing, and half of a chicken breast; placed them on her own plate; and started eating.

"What do you think of the match?" Murrue asked.

Emma swallowed a piece of chicken. "I'm happy that Syria lost. Its Gundam was impressive."

Relena swallowed a piece of chicken. "I'm concerned. Syria isn't officially supporting another nation, but I wouldn't be surprised if they helped another conservative Islamic state behind the scenes."

Lunamaria smiled. "This match was mildly interesting."

Murrue smiled. "Yeah, it was about as interesting as the previous match, anyway."

Nina looked at Murrue. "Lucette and I have analyzed Jordan, Turkey, and Kuwait's Gundams. None of them offer anything better to us."

Murrue shrugged. "We have their financial support. That should help us out nicely."

"Yeah, that's true."

"Do you have any plans for what to do with our new cashflow?" Lucette asked.

Nina looked at Lucette. "Now that we've made it to Level 2, the challenge will be tougher. We should upgrade our Gundam."

Lucette considered that for a moment. "Yeah. Good idea."

Murrue frowned. "Once we finish dinner, let's go back to base and run some simulations."

Relena picked up her chicken wing and ate it. "Yum! I love the wing!"

Murrue smiled. "I'm glad that you love it, Relena."

The women entered the simulation room in the base.

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

Murrue 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, Kuwait's, the United Kingdom's, Turkey's, Poland's, Russia's, Iran's, Austria's, Israel's, Venezuela's, Lebanon's, France's, Iraq's, Jordan's, Egypt's, Spain's, Syria's, and Italy'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 Emma's left. A drone of Emma's Gundam appeared in front of her.

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

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

"Overheating!"

Emma 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!"

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

"Overheating!"

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

"Checkmate!"

The drone fell down.

"Well done! Glory to the winner!"

The simulation ended. The screens went black.

Emma got out of the simulator.

Murrue smiled. "Pretty good, Emma."

Nina looked at the statistics on her screen. "Your reflexes are pretty good."

Lucette looked at the statistics as well. "So is your strategy."

Emma walked over to them and smiled. "Thanks."

Mobile Suit Gundam Tournament

Mobile Suit Gundam Tournament

At Ray Air Force Base in London, England, work was proceeding on the United Kingdom's Gundam.

Karen Joshua, the Gundam's test pilot, was sitting in the cockpit, which was located in the Gundam's chest area.

Sayla Mass stood on the platform adjacent to the cockpit, watching Karen. Standing at consoles on the platform was Dorothy Catalonia, the head engineer that had designed the Gundam for the British Government. The third person on the platform was Fraw Bow. She was interested in the proceedings but was primarily there to give moral support to Sayla.

"Okay, raise the right arm."

At Dorothy's request, Karen 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."

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

Dorothy nodded. "Good! I think you can take a break for a while. I'd like to set up a test of the Gundam's leg strength. Power down, Karen."

Karen opened the Gundam's hand, lowered its arm, and shut off the Gundam. The blue glow in the Gundam's eyes disappeared.

Karen got out of the cockpit.

Dorothy looked at Sayla. "What do you think about adding an extra fuel tank to increase the Gundam's flight duration?"

Sayla smiled. "I think it'd be pretty fly."

Sally Po, Sayla's superior officer, walked into the hangar.

Sayla and Karen saluted her. "Captain!"

"At ease, Flight Lieutenants. How's the Gundam coming along, Dorothy?"

"Pretty good. I was about to set up a test of the Gundam's leg strength. Also, I'd like to add an extra fuel tank to increase the Gundam's flight duration."

"I'll request it."

"Thank you, sir."

"Sayla, I want you in the sim. Fraw, run it for her."

Sayla and Fraw walked into the elevator and rode down to the floor. They walked out of the elevator.

Sayla and Fraw entered the simulation room in another building on 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, Kuwait's, the United Kingdom's, Turkey's, Poland's, Russia's, Iran's, Austria's, Israel's, Venezuela's, Lebanon's, France's, Iraq's, Jordan's, the United States', Egypt's, Spain's, Syria's, and Italy's Gundams. If you can beat this, it won't be a guarantee of victory in your next match, but it should put the odds in your favor. Okay, try this."

The screens inside the simulator turned on. They displayed a dock. The ocean appeared to Sayla's left. The drone appeared in front of her. A thunderstorm was approaching. There were dark clouds in the sky. Lightning flashed. Sayla heard thunder. There was a light chop to the water.

"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 dock. The Gundam didn't have enough power for long flights and had to recharge.

The chop in the water was now medium.

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 three times with her Gundam's right leg.

Sayla activated her Gundam's thrusters and flew the Gundam into the sky. She quickly flew over the drone and behind it.

"Not enough power!"

Sayla's Gundam landed back on the dock.

Sayla kicked the drone three times with her Gundam's left leg.

"Overheating!"

The chop in the water was now heavy. Water was splashing onto the dock.

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

The drone punched Sayla's Gundam fives times with its right arm. It then fired at Sayla's Gundam with its beam rifle repeatedly.

"Overheating!"

Sayla grew frustrated. She backed her Gundam up.

The drone fired at Sayla with its beam rifle. Sayla activated her Gundam's thrusters and started to fly into the air. The blasts hit her Gundam anyway, and it fell back onto the dock.

Sayla kicked the drone five times with her Gundam's left leg.

"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. "Bullshit. I was lousy. I just barely won. Besides, all that it proves is that I can defeat Australia's, Niger's, Kuwait's, the United Kingdom's, Turkey's, Poland's, Russia's, Iran's, Austria's, Israel's, Venezuela's, Lebanon's, France's, Iraq's, Jordan's, the United States', Egypt's, Spain's, Syria's, and Italy's Gundams."

Fraw frowned. "You're right. Who knows what the other nations have?"

Sayla sighed. "I wonder if I'm a one-hit wonder."

Fraw gave Sayla a cheerful smile. "Don't worry, Sayla. You won your first match. You can win your second match. Fuck, you can win the whole bloody tournament."

Sayla smiled at her. "I wish I was as confident."

"I have an idea. You continue practicing for a few hours more, then, when we get home, I'll let you have your way with me."

"Okay!" Sayla got back into the simulator. "Ready!"

Sayla pressed Fraw against a wall in their bedroom and held her arms against the wall.

Sayla kissed Fraw passionately on the lips.

Fraw opened her mouth. Sayla used the opportunity to slip her tongue into Fraw's mouth. Sayla and Fraw french-kissed.

After a moment of this, Sayla released Fraw's arms and placed her hands on the wall. Fraw moved her arms around Sayla and placed her hands on Sayla's ass.

Sayla finished the kiss. "I want you."

"I want you, too."

"Then let's not waste any seconds."

Sayla and Fraw took off their clothes and let them fall to the floor.

Fraw hugged Sayla and kissed her passionately on the lips.

Sayla broke the kiss. "Not yet. Let me get the bed sheets pulled off first.

Fraw released Sayla. "Hurry."

Sayla turned, grabbed the bed sheets and cover, pulled them off of the bed, and let them fall to the floor.

"Okay."

Fraw tackled Sayla and pushed her onto the bed. She shoved her tongue into Sayla's mouth.

Sayla lied down in bed, smiling. "That was fun."

Fraw lied down to Sayla's right and smiled. "I knew you'd like it. Now, get some sleep."

Sayla kissed Fraw on the lips briefly. "I love you. Good night."

"I love you, too. Good night, love."

Sayla soon fell asleep.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007, 8:07 AM, British Summer Time

Sayla woke up.

She looked to her right. Fraw was sleeping next to her.

Sayla turned and positioned herself over Fraw. She took a moment to admire Fraw's beauty.

Sayla kissed Fraw on the lips.

Fraw woke up.

Sayla finished the kiss, pulled back, and smiled. "Good morning."

Fraw smiled. "Good morning."

"Let's eat a quick breakfast, then we can go to the base, and you can practice in the sim all day long."

"Yeah, I'm so looking forward to that."

Sayla and Fraw sped down a highway in Sayla's white convertible. They were listening to "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama on the radio.

After driving for a few minutes, Sayla turned right onto another street.

A few minutes later, they reached Ray Air Force Base.

Sayla brought her car to a stop by the gate. She handed her badge to the security guard, and Fraw did likewise with her visitor's pass. The guard scanned them and handed them back. Sayla and Fraw handed their duffel bags to the security guard. The guard opened them, inspected them, closed them, and handed them back. Then Sayla had to go through a thumbprint and retinal scan. Finally, the security guard opened the gate, and Sayla drove onto the base.

Sayla drove to the building that housed the simulator and parked in the lot near it.

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

Sayla opened the door and let Fraw walk into the building first. Sayla followed her.

The two women walked down a corridor. At the end, there was a door on the right.

Fraw opened the door and let Sayla walk into the simulator room first. Fraw followed her and closed the door behind her.

Fraw walked over to the console. "So what's your pleasure, love?"

Sayla walked over to the simulator. "Anal in the missionary position."

Fraw laughed. "Tonight. Now, be serious, and let's practice."

The next match is Yemen versus Germany. Most of the world is hoping for Germany to win. Will it happen?

Next on "Mobile Suit Gundam Tournament":

"Level 1, Match 11"

You will race with the tide.