Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ let the countdown begin ( Chapter 26 )
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By: Syngi 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.27.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 153 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.27.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 153 | Status: Work In Progress
CHAPTER 22: let the countdown begin
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The Commander smiled as he watched the chaos from the dark haven of his office. It was just as he had planned, better in fact. The blood that flowed was both bitter and sweet, innocent and evil. Taking a deep breath, he released the darkness within him and added to the strength of his troops making them stronger and more powerful. He smiled as he could feel them gain in power and reveled in the feel of their dark hatred for those who once they followed.
Turning he focused his eyes on his First. The man’s face was like rock, his eyes hard and steady, and his mind in firm control of his master. Muscles that had been sculpted by human means were now enhanced by dark power and seemed to stretch the skin of his arms, chest, and legs making him bigger and stronger than any man before him; the empty shell of Dr. Pulaski looked tiny in comparison.
“It has begun.” The Commander laughed, his whole body shaking with his joy.
Gathering his coat around him, he motioned for First to bring Dr. Pulaski shell, leading them out of the dark room that had been his sanctuary for so long. As they walked the empty halls of his domain the darkness seemed to trail behind him like a wave sealing off the rooms behind him and limiting the space in which to fight. In minutes they were in the control room where the targeting system and the satellite defenses were housed. Technicians, a man and two women, were all ready at work firing defenses against the in-coming shuttles and trying to re-enforce the docking area to keep the Preventers from gaining ground without losing any more atmosphere. Their jobs were forgotten when the Commander and his little group entered the room.
“Doctor, begin power up.” He ordered, ignoring the movement of the other workers. In the end they would all belong to him anyway so he felt no need to acknowledge them, their fate was all ready sealed.
He stepped over to the overhang window to view the chaos below as Dr. Pulaski mechanically moved about the room beginning the procedure to fire up their great weapon. The technicians in the room stood out of the way, fear clouding their eyes and feeding the darkness inside the Commander. Dr. Pulaski mindlessly activated the computers, feeding power into the system as he moved to lower power to the defenses.
The hum of the machine was like a lover’s caress, arousing his body and making him breath deeply. He felt the tingle of power build as darkness caressed his limbs and eagerly sought First and the others below, re-enforcing his hold on them.
“Mmmm.” He licked his lips as he tasted the death and destruction being wrought. It was like a feast long sat on a table just waiting for him to be served. “First, take position and wait for orders.”
The large man nodded, his eyes empty, as he moved to take up position next to the large window. It was a frightening thing to witness and the technicians were trying to find a way to get out of the room without being noticed. That, however, was not to be.
The Commander smirked as he felt them slide along the wall as a group, trying to sneak to the rear of the room and out the door. They didn’t know that he’d all ready closed off that avenue of escape, nor would they ever find out.
Moving faster than they could see he grabbed the first one, a thin man with short gray-brown hair. His hand closed around his throat as the others cried out in fear, the man struggling as he lifted him off the floor. Fear filled green eyes met gleaming red as the Commander leaned in and pressed his lips to his captive’s. The man continued to struggle as the ‘kiss’ deepened until, to the horror of the others, he went limp.
The Commander slowly released the lips with a moan, licking the offered neck before meeting the terrified eyes of those left. Smiling, he licked his lips and murmured, “sweet.” as the man’s hands caressed his arms in submission.
“There’s always time for a little snack.” The Commander smiled as his newest disciple began to plea for his attention. Raking his hand over the man’s body, he locked his eyes on the two women. “Come.”
Both shook in denial but found themselves moving slowly forward, shedding their inhibitions and clothing, before kneeling around him.
“Yes!” The Commander shouted as the newest converted began to worship with their hands, mouths, and bodies.
Turning he focused his eyes on his First. The man’s face was like rock, his eyes hard and steady, and his mind in firm control of his master. Muscles that had been sculpted by human means were now enhanced by dark power and seemed to stretch the skin of his arms, chest, and legs making him bigger and stronger than any man before him; the empty shell of Dr. Pulaski looked tiny in comparison.
“It has begun.” The Commander laughed, his whole body shaking with his joy.
Gathering his coat around him, he motioned for First to bring Dr. Pulaski shell, leading them out of the dark room that had been his sanctuary for so long. As they walked the empty halls of his domain the darkness seemed to trail behind him like a wave sealing off the rooms behind him and limiting the space in which to fight. In minutes they were in the control room where the targeting system and the satellite defenses were housed. Technicians, a man and two women, were all ready at work firing defenses against the in-coming shuttles and trying to re-enforce the docking area to keep the Preventers from gaining ground without losing any more atmosphere. Their jobs were forgotten when the Commander and his little group entered the room.
“Doctor, begin power up.” He ordered, ignoring the movement of the other workers. In the end they would all belong to him anyway so he felt no need to acknowledge them, their fate was all ready sealed.
He stepped over to the overhang window to view the chaos below as Dr. Pulaski mechanically moved about the room beginning the procedure to fire up their great weapon. The technicians in the room stood out of the way, fear clouding their eyes and feeding the darkness inside the Commander. Dr. Pulaski mindlessly activated the computers, feeding power into the system as he moved to lower power to the defenses.
The hum of the machine was like a lover’s caress, arousing his body and making him breath deeply. He felt the tingle of power build as darkness caressed his limbs and eagerly sought First and the others below, re-enforcing his hold on them.
“Mmmm.” He licked his lips as he tasted the death and destruction being wrought. It was like a feast long sat on a table just waiting for him to be served. “First, take position and wait for orders.”
The large man nodded, his eyes empty, as he moved to take up position next to the large window. It was a frightening thing to witness and the technicians were trying to find a way to get out of the room without being noticed. That, however, was not to be.
The Commander smirked as he felt them slide along the wall as a group, trying to sneak to the rear of the room and out the door. They didn’t know that he’d all ready closed off that avenue of escape, nor would they ever find out.
Moving faster than they could see he grabbed the first one, a thin man with short gray-brown hair. His hand closed around his throat as the others cried out in fear, the man struggling as he lifted him off the floor. Fear filled green eyes met gleaming red as the Commander leaned in and pressed his lips to his captive’s. The man continued to struggle as the ‘kiss’ deepened until, to the horror of the others, he went limp.
The Commander slowly released the lips with a moan, licking the offered neck before meeting the terrified eyes of those left. Smiling, he licked his lips and murmured, “sweet.” as the man’s hands caressed his arms in submission.
“There’s always time for a little snack.” The Commander smiled as his newest disciple began to plea for his attention. Raking his hand over the man’s body, he locked his eyes on the two women. “Come.”
Both shook in denial but found themselves moving slowly forward, shedding their inhibitions and clothing, before kneeling around him.
“Yes!” The Commander shouted as the newest converted began to worship with their hands, mouths, and bodies.
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Quatre kept his eyes on his latest target before gently squeezing the trigger and winging the uniformed traitor. He glance behind him to see Duo making his way to the wall beneath the large window and wondered how he planned to climb that wall without getting shot- the guys would be really mad if the braided boy got shot.
Duo crawled as close to the wall as he could while Quatre covered him. Luckily they were behind shipping crates that gave them perfect cover and didn’t allow anyone to see exactly what they were doing. Of course only a stupid person would try to scale a wall that was virtually without hand-hold and so out in the open as this one was.
Taking a deep breath, Duo ignored the little voice that sounded suspiciously like Heero whispering ‘baka’ and placed his hands on the metal of the wall. Closing his eyes he pictured the training room and how effortlessly he’d scaled the wall to scare Une. His fingers tightened, the tips finding and holding the minute imperfections in the metal as if they were large gaping holes. Reaching up, he gripped the hand holds and slowly pulled himself up as he did this the shadows that clung to the surrounding area slowly lengthened.
Quatre sighed in relief as the shadows extended a good foot from the wall, making it appear as if they were features of the lighting. With a shake of his head he sent a mental message to the others that Duo was ascending the wall and would be able to get into the control room within minutes, until then they would hold the line and keep the more of the civilians from getting killed.
Unfortunately those few minutes would not come soon enough as the Preventor shuttles began pushing through the protective shields and landing in the large bay. The traitors fired on them but Heero, Wufei, Orah, and Trowa kept them pinned so they couldn’t do too much damage. Once the shuttles had landed, the doors opened and Preventor agents rushed out heedless of the civilians or the open targets they made as they drew their weapons to fire.
Duo was half way up the wall when he heard the voice shout, “Freeze! Preventers!” He almost lost his grip as the alarms blared and the gun fire grew in intensity.
“Damn idiots.” Duo steadied his grip and growled as the sound of fighting became more intense. “Where the hell is Une.”
Quatre frowned as several of the traitor agents tore their uniform insignia off and moved around and into the line of regular agents. Those agents seemed so green as they rushed forward trying to grab civilians and enemy alike that they failed to notice the vipers in their midst. That is until Heero and Trowa began to fire from their raised positions wounding a few of the traitors in the group.
“Renegade agents in the bay!” Orah shouted as she began pulling the civilians closest to her toward one of the shuttles. “Watch your backs you green ears! Get the civilians onto the shuttle and find me the DAMN PILOT!”
Quatre directed the group leaders to form their squads and in little to no time they were under control and acting like the trained agents they were. Heero took over the lead and pulled three squads to help him move the civilians he and Wufei had saved. The rest of them fell to Trowa, who ordered them to round up the traitors and begin a sweep of the hallways surrounding the bay. They were warned about the mercenary soldiers and the possibility of booby traps. The only question was would they really listen or treat this as an exercise.
Duo crawled as close to the wall as he could while Quatre covered him. Luckily they were behind shipping crates that gave them perfect cover and didn’t allow anyone to see exactly what they were doing. Of course only a stupid person would try to scale a wall that was virtually without hand-hold and so out in the open as this one was.
Taking a deep breath, Duo ignored the little voice that sounded suspiciously like Heero whispering ‘baka’ and placed his hands on the metal of the wall. Closing his eyes he pictured the training room and how effortlessly he’d scaled the wall to scare Une. His fingers tightened, the tips finding and holding the minute imperfections in the metal as if they were large gaping holes. Reaching up, he gripped the hand holds and slowly pulled himself up as he did this the shadows that clung to the surrounding area slowly lengthened.
Quatre sighed in relief as the shadows extended a good foot from the wall, making it appear as if they were features of the lighting. With a shake of his head he sent a mental message to the others that Duo was ascending the wall and would be able to get into the control room within minutes, until then they would hold the line and keep the more of the civilians from getting killed.
Unfortunately those few minutes would not come soon enough as the Preventor shuttles began pushing through the protective shields and landing in the large bay. The traitors fired on them but Heero, Wufei, Orah, and Trowa kept them pinned so they couldn’t do too much damage. Once the shuttles had landed, the doors opened and Preventor agents rushed out heedless of the civilians or the open targets they made as they drew their weapons to fire.
Duo was half way up the wall when he heard the voice shout, “Freeze! Preventers!” He almost lost his grip as the alarms blared and the gun fire grew in intensity.
“Damn idiots.” Duo steadied his grip and growled as the sound of fighting became more intense. “Where the hell is Une.”
Quatre frowned as several of the traitor agents tore their uniform insignia off and moved around and into the line of regular agents. Those agents seemed so green as they rushed forward trying to grab civilians and enemy alike that they failed to notice the vipers in their midst. That is until Heero and Trowa began to fire from their raised positions wounding a few of the traitors in the group.
“Renegade agents in the bay!” Orah shouted as she began pulling the civilians closest to her toward one of the shuttles. “Watch your backs you green ears! Get the civilians onto the shuttle and find me the DAMN PILOT!”
Quatre directed the group leaders to form their squads and in little to no time they were under control and acting like the trained agents they were. Heero took over the lead and pulled three squads to help him move the civilians he and Wufei had saved. The rest of them fell to Trowa, who ordered them to round up the traitors and begin a sweep of the hallways surrounding the bay. They were warned about the mercenary soldiers and the possibility of booby traps. The only question was would they really listen or treat this as an exercise.
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It was the rule of shadows and light that they would cancel out each other or compliment those around them. They would fight for dominance and vie for attention until there was truly nothing left but one or the other. Most wondered if the darkness wouldn’t be a blessing considering that the light made every nuance visible and none could hide the flaws; while those who wondered about the darkness feared the things that could hide within the shadows- where only sound ruled and sight a thing of the past. So it is little wonder that the two- while exist could not do so in the same form.
The sound of breaking glass could barely be heard over the sounds of gun fire and screams of fear so it was that no one truly heard Duo’s entrance into the upper control room. The dispersion of his shadows only meant that he’d succeeded in reaching his destination and no longer needed them for cover. Thus it was a shock when the pain exploded through each of them. It took them several seconds to realize that they were uninjured and for Quatre to turn his focus on the control room above them.
It was near incapacitating, Heero the only one to remain on his feet, as another wave rolled over them and the fighting around them seemed to fade away.
“What was that?” Orah asked as she fought to gather air into her lungs. She had felt the second wave and barely squeezed off her shot before her hand began to shake too bad to aim.
Heero exchanged looks with Trowa, who was all ready looking to find the fastest way to Wufei.
“It’s Duo.” Heero murmured as he helped steady Trowa.
Wufei growled as he used a crate to pull himself up as yet another wave rolled through the area, this time effecting everyone it touched. The renegades, the civilians, and the Preventer agents all cried out before falling to their knees while the pilots and Orah remained standing though it.
“They’re getting weaker but wider spread.” Orah commented as she watched everyone else struggle to over come the pain and stand- the fighting as good as over.
Quatre turned his focus on the broken window of the control room as a fourth, quickly followed by a fifth, wave rolled over the station. Each weaker, to them, than the last but just as debilitating to the fighting forces until none could stand any more.
Metal hitting metal echoed through the station as weapons fell from limp fingers and bodies hit the floor with moans and gasps. No normal human stood as the waves continued to caress the interior before reaching out passed the confines of the station.
“They’re spreading further.” Quatre whispered as his hand clutched his heart; the pain echoing inside his being like a knife as others felt the waves. “We have to stop them.”
Wufei growled angrily, his eyes changed as his wings exploded out of his back and he took to the air. “Trowa, grab Heero!”
Trowa nodded as he wrapped his left arm around Heero and Wufei took his out stretched right. Quatre was all ready jumping from crate to crate to gain momentum as the group came toward him.
“NOW!” Quatre shouted as he leapt into the air and Wufei completed his transformation in order to throw all three into the opening Duo had made in the glass. As they broke through, Wufei dove inside, his form changing as rapidly as it had before.
“NO!”
“Duo!”
The sound of breaking glass could barely be heard over the sounds of gun fire and screams of fear so it was that no one truly heard Duo’s entrance into the upper control room. The dispersion of his shadows only meant that he’d succeeded in reaching his destination and no longer needed them for cover. Thus it was a shock when the pain exploded through each of them. It took them several seconds to realize that they were uninjured and for Quatre to turn his focus on the control room above them.
It was near incapacitating, Heero the only one to remain on his feet, as another wave rolled over them and the fighting around them seemed to fade away.
“What was that?” Orah asked as she fought to gather air into her lungs. She had felt the second wave and barely squeezed off her shot before her hand began to shake too bad to aim.
Heero exchanged looks with Trowa, who was all ready looking to find the fastest way to Wufei.
“It’s Duo.” Heero murmured as he helped steady Trowa.
Wufei growled as he used a crate to pull himself up as yet another wave rolled through the area, this time effecting everyone it touched. The renegades, the civilians, and the Preventer agents all cried out before falling to their knees while the pilots and Orah remained standing though it.
“They’re getting weaker but wider spread.” Orah commented as she watched everyone else struggle to over come the pain and stand- the fighting as good as over.
Quatre turned his focus on the broken window of the control room as a fourth, quickly followed by a fifth, wave rolled over the station. Each weaker, to them, than the last but just as debilitating to the fighting forces until none could stand any more.
Metal hitting metal echoed through the station as weapons fell from limp fingers and bodies hit the floor with moans and gasps. No normal human stood as the waves continued to caress the interior before reaching out passed the confines of the station.
“They’re spreading further.” Quatre whispered as his hand clutched his heart; the pain echoing inside his being like a knife as others felt the waves. “We have to stop them.”
Wufei growled angrily, his eyes changed as his wings exploded out of his back and he took to the air. “Trowa, grab Heero!”
Trowa nodded as he wrapped his left arm around Heero and Wufei took his out stretched right. Quatre was all ready jumping from crate to crate to gain momentum as the group came toward him.
“NOW!” Quatre shouted as he leapt into the air and Wufei completed his transformation in order to throw all three into the opening Duo had made in the glass. As they broke through, Wufei dove inside, his form changing as rapidly as it had before.
“NO!”
“Duo!”