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Episode 22

Level 1, Match 16

Written By
Mark Moore

Author's note: Well, here we are at the end of Level 1 of the tournament. The "Gundam blitz" turned out to be not so blitzy. I will try to get the series back on schedule.

I'm well aware of the dissatisfaction that some people on FanFiction.Net have with this series. This seems like a good time to address this, so I will.

This series has fallen behind schedule for a few reasons:

My mom doesn't like it when I "waste time" writing fanfics, so I have to limit my writing.

I work at Kmart, which has a habit of calling me in when I'm not scheduled to work, which limits my me time.

My me time is further reduced whenever my mom is home from work, because she sometimes has stuff for me to do.

I do other stuff besides writing fanfics, such as making YouTube videos, reading Archie comics, and watching DVDs.

Above all of that is my girlfriend. She comes first in my life. I love you, sweetie.

I admit that there is way more copy-and-paste in this series than I had expected when I started planning this series. I do try to add new stuff whenever I can, and I insert in-jokes to the televised Gundam series here and there.

I am taking all of the advice from all of the reviews into consideration, and I plan to fix the problems and generally improve the story in an eventual compilation "movie" trilogy.

For now, though, I hope that you stick with this series until the end. There will be less filler and more stuff that matters. Enjoy the story. Feedback is welcome.

Canada's match against Mexico is later today. Christina MacKenzie, Flay Allster, and Reccoa Londe have just arrived in Mexico and been given a ride to the location of the match, a desert location that was 100 miles to the east of Amman.

Saturday, November 10, 2007, 9:20 AM, Mexican Central Standard Time

Christina, Flay, and Reccoa got out of the car and walked over to Natarle.

Christina saluted Natarle. "Sir."

"At ease."

Christina 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."

Asuna was sitting in the cockpit, which was located in the Gundam's chest area. Standing at consoles on the ground were Miriallia, Stella, Une, and Catherine.

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

Christina was surprised. "Really?"

Natarle 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."

Christina smiled. "Thank you."

"Asuna, come down from there! Christina's taking over!"

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

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

"You ready?" Asuna asked Christina.

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

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

Christina got into the cockpit and fastened her seatbelt.

"Ready!" Christina called.

"Okay, raise the right arm."

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

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

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

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

"No different."

Natarle 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, Christina!" Natarle yelled. "Take it for a walk!"

Christina 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?" Christina asked.

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

"All right."

Christina brought the Gundam back to its original location.

"Power down, Christina."

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

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

Christina rode the elevator down to the ground.

Christina walked out of the elevator.

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

Christina, Reccoa, and Flay walked into a restaurant.

The man behind the counter smiled. "Welcome. How many in your party?"

Christina held up her left hand and raised her index, middle, and ring fingers.

The man picked up three menus. "Right this way, please."

Christina, Reccoa, and Flay followed him over to a table.

The man placed the menus on the table. "Please look over our menus. Someone will be along shortly to take your order."

The man walked away.

Christina, Reccoa, and Flay sat down, picked up the menus, and read them.

"I'm worried, Flay. What if I don't do well?"

"If that happens, then Canada will ally itself with one of the other nations. You know that."

A waiter walked over to their table.

"I think I'll have the pork burrito and a regular cola." Christina set her menu on the table.

"That sounds good. I'll have the same." Flay set her menu on the table.

"Me, too." Reccoa set her menu on the table.

The waiter picked up the menus. "Very good."

The waiter walked away.

"I don't want to let anyone on our team down."

"Don't worry about it. Let's just relax and enjoy our breakfast."

The waiter came by with a tray and put three glasses of regular cola on the table.

"Your food will be ready shortly."

The waiter walked away.

Christina took a sip of her 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."

The waiter returned with a tray and placed three plates on the table.

Christina, Reccoa, and Flay started eating their food.

Christina took a bite of her burrito. "I'm nervous. What if the guy's good?"

"Then you'll be better."

Christina 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."

Flay looked. "Really?"

Natarle entered the restaurant and walked over to them.

Reccoa smiled. "Natarle, join us."

"I brought some food from home and already ate. I just received word that the Mexican team is on its way. Finish your meals quickly. Then we'll get you prepped."

Christina walked into the elevator and pressed a button.

She rode up to the chest level of the Gundam.

Christina got into the cockpit and fastened her seatbelt.

"Power on!" Miriallia called.

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

"Can you hear me?" Miriallia asked.

Christina now heard Miriallia's voice through the cockpit's speaker.

"Yes."

"Okay. Close the cockpit."

Christina pressed a button. The cockpit closed.

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

The Mexican Gundam's cockpit door opened. The Mexican 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 Christina's screens: "MEXICO REQUESTING VISUAL".

"The Mexican pilot is requesting visual contact."

"Allowed."

At Natarle's permission, Christina pressed a button.

The Mexican pilot's image appeared on one of Christina's screens. He appeared to be in his 20s; had long, black hair tied in a ponytail; and was clean-shaven except for a moustache.

The Mexican pilot smiled. "Hola. Me llamo Felipe Quesada."

Christina smiled. "Hola. Me llamo Christina MacKenzie. It's nice to finally meet you in person."

"Likewise."

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

"My grandparents live here and are afraid to travel. They want to throw me a victory party today."

"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 Montreal and feel the breath of Autumn."

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

Christina 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."

Felipe's image disappeared from Christina's screen and was replaced by an exterior view.

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

At Natarle's order, Christina pressed a button.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to Level 1, Match 16, of the First Gundam Tournament. We're here live on the streets of Mexico City. 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 Mexico versus Canada. The Mexican pilot is Felipe Quesada. The Canadian pilot is Christina MacKenzie. Mexico's Gundam - the sandy one - is 21.5 meters tall, 1 meter of which is taken up by the head. It is armed with a beam saber. Canada's Gundam - the white and dark blue 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.

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

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

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

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

"Take that!" Felipe yelled.

"Take this!" Christina yelled.

Christina fired her Gundam's beam rifle repeatedly, hitting Felipe's Gundam over and over again.

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

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

Felipe kicked Christina's Gundam ten times with his Gundam's left leg.

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

Christina kicked Felipe's Gundam repeatedly with her Gundam's right leg.

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

Felipe swung his Gundam's beam saber. Christina 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!" Christina told Felipe.

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

"Not enough power!" the simulated male voice of Christina's Gundam declared.

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

Felipe made his Gundam run towards Christina's Gundam.

Christina fired her Gundam's beam rifle repeatedly at Felipe's Gundam, hitting it repeatedly.

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

Felipe's Gundam fell backwards.

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

"Mierda!" Felipe exclaimed. "How could this happen?!"

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

Christina sat in her cockpit, stunned.

"Christina, you did it! You won!" Miriallia exclaimed.

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

"Come on out!"

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

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

Christina rode the elevator down to the ground.

Christina walked out of the elevator.

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

He rode his elevator down to the ground.

Felipe walked out of his elevator and over to Christina.

Christina smiled and offered her right hand to Felipe. "Good match."

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

Christina turned and walked over to Natarle.

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

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

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

"Thank you, sir."

Christina, Flay, and Reccoa walked over to the car that they had arrived in.

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"How bad is it?" Natarle asked.

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

Natarle frowned. "Shit."

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

Natarle looked at Catherine. "Yeah, she was okay."

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

Natarle looked at Stella. "Maybe."

Christina, Flay, and Reccoa were sitting in the helicopter. Christina was sitting by the right window, Flay was sitting to Christina's left, and Reccoa was sitting by the left window.

They were currently flying back to Canada.

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

Christina smiled. "Thanks, sweetie. I still can't believe it. How the fuck did I win?"

"Only you can answer that, sweetie, 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."

Flay pressed a button to turn on the stereo.

She selected a song and pressed Play.

"Believe" by Nami Tamaki started playing.

Christina closed her eyes and relaxed.

Christina knocked on Natarle's office door.

"Come in."

Christina opened the door and walked into the office. Reccoa followed her. Flay followed and closed the door behind her.

Natarle was sitting behind her desk. Une, Miriallia, Stella, Asuna, and Catherine were sitting in chairs.

Christina saluted Natarle. "Lieutenant Christina MacKenzie reporting as ordered, sir."

"At ease, Lieutenant."

Christina relaxed.

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

Christina smiled. "Really?"

Natarle stood up. Une, Miriallia, Stella, Asuna, and Catherine stood up as well.

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

The women opened their respective cans.

Natarle raised her can. The other eight women raised their own cans.

Natarle smiled. "I propose a toast - to Christina MacKenzie, a fucking good pilot!"

"To Christina MacKenzie!" Flay, Une, Reccoa, Miriallia, Stella, Asuna, and Catherine exclaimed.

Christina smiled. "Thanks, everyone."

All nine women took a moment to sip their colas.

Natarle 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.

"The American evening news will be on shortly. I want everyone to watch it. The matches for Level 2 should be announced, so we'll find out who our next competitor is."

Natarle pressed a button and turned the television on the back wall on.

The evening news came on.

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

"Good evening, everyone. The sixteenth match of the first level of the First Gundam Tournament was held in the streets of Mexico City this morning. The participants were Mexico and Canada. Canada won. It will move on to Level 2. Mexico, meanwhile, having been eliminated from the tournament, has announced today that it will back the United States in the tournament. We're now at the end of Level 1 and the beginning of a higher level of play. We turn to our White House correspondent, Donald Samuelson. Donald, how is the White House reacting to Canada's win and Mexico's defeat?"

"Peter, the White House is happy that Mexico is supporting the United States."

"Donald, do the resources of the United States, Russia, Jordan, Turkey, Kuwait, and India match those of any other nation?"

"It's possible, Peter, but it's still difficult to say. We don't know how the remaining nations have modified their Gundams."

"I have to interrupt you, Donald. My apologies. I've been told that the Secretary-General of the United Nations is going to use the computer to pair the Level 2 competitors at any minute, so we're going to interrupt ourselves. This might seem a bit strange to some of you, but we need to allow the rest of our affiliates to join us."

The special report began.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Peter Jenkins. The Secretary-General of the United Nations is about to use the computer to pair the Level 2 competitors. Here is the Secretary-General, speaking in the General Assembly chamber in the United Nations Headquarters."

"Hello. My congratulations go to the winners of Level 1 of the First Gundam Tournament. The matches for Level 2 will now be selected at random by computer."

A large screen on the stage started displaying information, and the Secretary-General read it.

"Match 01 will be Niger versus the United Kingdom. Match 02 will be Poland versus Iran. Match 03 will be Israel versus Lebanon. Match 04 will be Iraq versus the United States of America. Match 05 will be Spain versus Italy. Match 06 will be Germany versus Japan. Match 07 will be Ireland versus Zambia. Match 08 will be Brazil versus Canada. I wish you all good luck. Thank you."

"Let me get a reaction from our White House correspondent, Donald Samuelson. Donald?"

"Iraq should be no trouble for us, Peter."

"Thank you, Donald. We'll now return you to your regular programming."

The special report ended, and the evening news resumed.

"Welcome back, everyone. Now for the day's other news."

Natarle turned off the television.

"Christina, 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."

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

"Yes, sir."

"Asuna, until the major repairs are done, assist Christina in her sim training."

"Yes, sir."

"Flay and Catherine, keep cheering Christina on. She needs your support."

"Yes, sir."

Natarle looked at Une. "Une, do you have anything to add?"

"Stella, help Miriallia get the Gundam repaired."

"Yes, sir."

"Reccoa, help Christina train."

"Yes, sir."

The women finished their colas in silence.

They dropped their cans in the trash basket.

"Dismissed. Get to work, everyone."

Christina opened the door and walked out of the office. Flay, Reccoa, Miriallia, Stella, Asuna, and Catherine followed her. Catherine closed the door behind her.

Flay smiled at Christina. "Come on, champ. Let's hit the simulator."

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

Flay and Christina laughed.

Christina, Flay, and Reccoa entered the simulation room in the base.

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

Flay made some selections on the computer console. "Let's try a computer opponent first. 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, Italy's, Yemen's, Germany's, Saudi Arabia's, Japan's, China's, Ireland's, India's, Zambia's, Denmark's, Brazil's, and Mexico's Gundams - every Gundam in the tournament. 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 Christina's left. The drone appeared in front of her.

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

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

"Overheating!"

Christina 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!"

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

"Overheating!"

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

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

"Not enough power!"

Christina's Gundam landed back on the street.

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

After Christina's Gundam landed back on the street, Christina 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.

Christina got out of the simulator.

Flay smiled. "Pretty good, Christina. Your reflexes are pretty good."

Reccoa smiled. "So is your strategy."

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

Flay frowned. "You're right. Who knows what the other nations have accomplished since we last saw their Gundams?"

Christina smiled. "Let's not worry about that. 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."

Flay laughed. "You silly."

Miriallia turned off the computer in her console.

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

Miriallia 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.

Stella smiled. "Let's go home."

"I can't wait until we get home, sweetie. 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 insane?"

"Come on. It'll be fun."

"What if we get caught?"

"We won't. Trust me."

"Oh, very well."

Miriallia and Stella walked over to the chest area.

Miriallia opened the cockpit.

Stella climbed into the cockpit.

Miriallia climbed into the cockpit and lied on top of Stella, facing her.

Miriallia closed the cockpit.

When their privacy was assured, Miriallia kissed Stella on the lips.

Miriallia parted her own lips and shoved her tongue into Stella's mouth.

After a while, Miriallia finished the kiss.

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

Miriallia licked Stella's face repeatedly.

"Mmm, that feels good, sweetie."

Miriallia 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."

Stella took off her clothes.

Miriallia likewise took off her own clothes.

As the United Kingdom's second match approaches, Sayla Mass anticipates an easy victory. Will it be?

Next on "Mobile Suit Gundam Tournament":

"Sayla Takes It Easy"

You will race with the tide.