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Episode 34

Level 2, Match 8

Written By
Mark Moore

Author's note: Well, here we are at the end of Level 2 of the tournament. If I had kept the series on schedule, it would be finished by now. Oh, well. At least, I got Level 2 done before Summer ended. I hope that you stick with this series until the end. Enjoy the story. Feedback is welcome.

Canada's match against Brazil is later today. Christina MacKenzie, Flay Allster, and Reccoa Londe have just arrived in Brazil and been given a ride to the location of the match, the Amazon rain forest.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007, 9:20 AM, Brazilian Eastern 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. It's ready as it'll ever be. How about you?"

"I'm fine."

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.

"Wanna try it out before the match?" Natarle asked.

Christina smiled. "Yes. 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?"

"Fine."

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 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. Flay sat to Christina's right. Reccoa sat across from Christina.

Christina took a sip of her cola. "Why did I ever agree to fight this guy here?"

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

"I ought to kick him a few extra times just for that."

Flay laughed.

Christina groaned. "It's so hot."

Flay sighed. "Tell me about it."

Reccoa sighed. "We're in the Southern Hemisphere. The seasons are opposite here."

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.

"There's Bright Noa, the announcer."

Flay looked. "Cool. That must mean the match will start soon."

Natarle walked over to them. "We just received word that the Brazilian team is on its way. Let's 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 in-person look at Brazil's Gundam. It was green. There was a beam rifle in its left hand.

The Brazilian Gundam's cockpit door opened. The Brazilian 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: "BRAZIL REQUESTING VISUAL".

"The Brazilian pilot is requesting visual contact."

"Allowed."

At Natarle's permission, Christina pressed a button.

The Brazilian pilot's image appeared on one of Christina's screens. He appeared to be in his 20s; had short, black hair; and was clean-shaven.

The Brazilian pilot smiled. "Greetings. I am Luiz Mantega."

Christina smiled. "Hello. I'm Christina MacKenzie. It's nice to finally meet you in person."

"Likewise."

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

"National pride. I want to defeat you in my own land."

"Oh."

"Why do you ask?"

"It's just that I'm not used to this heat. It's late Autumn where I come from."

Luiz grinned. "I'll be glad to send you back there."

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."

Luiz'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 2, Match 8, of the First Gundam Tournament. We're here live in the tropical rain forest in Brazil. 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 Brazil versus Canada. The Brazilian pilot is Luiz Mantega. The Canadian pilot is Christina MacKenzie. Brazil's Gundam - the green one - is 22 meters tall, 0.5 meters of which is taken up by the head. It is armed with a beam rifle. 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.

Luiz 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 Luiz's Gundam with the beam rifle in its right hand. The shots hit Luiz's Gundam repeatedly.

Luiz 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!" Luiz yelled.

"Take this!" Christina yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luiz 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 Luiz.

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

Luiz made his Gundam run towards Christina's Gundam.

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

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

Luiz's Gundam fell backwards.

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

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

"And there you have it. Canada has beaten Brazil. It certainly was a close match, and Canada's win could be considered only luck. Brazil is out of the competition, but it is allowed to assist another nation of its choice. Canada moves on to Level 3. There will be more coverage on your evening news. Thank you for joining us."

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

Christina smiled. "Woo-hoo."

"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 Luiz's Gundam opened. Luiz got out of his cockpit and into his elevator.

He rode his elevator down to the ground.

Luiz walked out of his elevator and over to Christina.

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

Luiz 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."

"Hey, she got us to Level 3. Be happy."

Natarle looked at Stella and smiled. "True."

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

They were currently flying back to Canada.

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

Christina smiled. "Thanks, sweetie."

"Would you like some music?"

"Yes, please."

Flay pressed a button to turn on the stereo.

She selected a song and pressed Play.

"Realize" 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. "Cool."

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 second match, we're in the final 8. 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 quarter 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 3 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 eighth match of the second level of the First Gundam Tournament was held in Brazil this morning. The participants were Brazil and Canada. Canada won. It will move on to Level 3. Brazil, meanwhile, having been eliminated from the tournament, has announced today that it will back the United Kingdom in the tournament. We're now at the end of Level 2 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 Brazil's defeat?"

"Peter, both Brazil and Canada are considered friendly competitors, so the White House wasn't too interested in the outcome of this match. It is mildly disappointed that Brazil isn't supporting us. Overall, it's mostly a neutral reaction."

"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 3 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 3 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 2 of the First Gundam Tournament. The matches for Level 3 will now be selected at random by computer."

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

"Match 1 will be the United Kingdom versus Iran. Match 2 will be Lebanon versus the United States of America. Match 3 will be Italy versus Japan. Match 4 will be Zambia versus Canada. I wish you all good luck. Thank you."

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

"Lebanon 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.

"Everyone, report back here in 3 hours. 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.

Natarle was sitting behind her desk in her office on the campus.

Une, Christina, Reccoa, Flay, Miriallia, Stella, Catherine, and Asuna were sitting in chairs in front of the desk.

There was a knock at the door.

Natarle smiled. "Come in."

The door opened. A woman walked into the room. She had long, red hair. She closed the door behind her.

The woman saluted Natarle. "Lieutenant Monique Cadillac reporting as ordered, sir."

"At ease, Lieutenant."

Monique relaxed.

"Let me introduce you to the rest of the Gundam crew. These are Christina MacKenzie, the pilot; Flay Allster, her girlfriend; Miriallia Haw, the head engineer; Catherine Bloom, my girlfriend; and Asuna Elmarit, the test pilot. Now, let me introduce you to the French Gundam crew. These are Une Antonn, the leader and test pilot; Reccoa Londe, the pilot; and Stella Loussier, the head engineer. Girls, this is Monique Cadillac."

Une, Christina, Reccoa, Flay, Miriallia, Stella, Catherine, and Asuna stood up. Each of them shook Monique's right hand and exchanged greetings with her.

Monique smiled at Christina, Reccoa, and Flay. "So you're the ladies that I'll be guarding."

Christina, Reccoa, and Flay were surprised.

"Guarding?" Christina asked.

Monique was surprised and looked at Natarle. "They don't know?"

Natarle looked at Christina, Reccoa, and Flay. "Monique will be your bodyguard."

"Bodyguard?" Flay asked Natarle. "Do you think we really need one?"

"This wasn't my idea. It came down from the Chief of the Air Staff. Now that we're at Level 3, Christina might be considered a target by Iran or another nation. Monique will be living with you and will follow you at all times."

"Understood." Christina looked at Monique. "We don't have a guest bedroom."

"It's okay. I'll sleep on the couch."

Flay smiled. "It'll be nice to have a guest for a while."

"Go and practice in the simulator, Christina."

"Yes, sir."

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

Natarle and Catherine were standing on the platform in the hangar.

Natarle had just finished an inspection of the Gundam. She was exhausted. More than that, she was horny, and she couldn't ignore the feeling between her legs any longer.

Catherine 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?"

"Miriallia and Stella have done it. They think I don't know, but they forgot about the cameras. Come on. It'll be fun."

"Oh, very well."

Natarle and Catherine walked over to the chest area.

Natarle opened the cockpit.

Catherine climbed into the cockpit.

Natarle climbed into the cockpit and lied on top of Catherine, facing her.

Natarle closed the cockpit.

When their privacy was assured, Natarle kissed Catherine on the lips.

Natarle parted her own lips and shoved her tongue into Catherine's mouth.

After a while, Natarle finished the kiss.

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

Natarle licked Catherine's face repeatedly.

"Mmm, that feels good, sweetie."

Natarle 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."

Catherine took off her clothes.

Natarle likewise took off her own clothes.

As the United Kingdom's third match approaches, Sayla Mass is anxious and nervous. Will she be able to calm herself before the match? What is it that makes this team function? The histories of the characters are revealed.

Next on "Mobile Suit Gundam Tournament":

"The United Kingdom's Gundam Team"

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