Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Quest for Nagifar ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 327 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 327 | Status: Completed
+ Title: The Quest for Nagifar - Part 3
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, yaoi
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Don't own Indiana Jones, either. Both belong to something bigger than I could ever comprehend. ^_^
+ Comments: //Lyrics// and *emphasis* and 'thought' and [flashback], some may not be used in this fic...it's just a heads-up. Sequel to "Heero Yuy and the Eye of Horus". Starts up maybe two or three months after its epilogue. You don't need to have read "HYatEoH" in order to understand this fic, but it would be nice.
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En route from USA to Norway
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Trowa Barton had the small aircraft kicked into auto-pilot as he and Heero looked through various texts on Norse myth and legend. Even he had to admit that he had gotten used to having Duo around. He didn't miss the research, that was for sure.
"Nagifar is a ship that the Goddess of Death Hel made out of dead humans' fingernails," Heero read outloud. "When people trim their fingernails, the construction of Nagifar is delayed. It will be launched at Ragnarok from Jotunheim loaded with armed giants, ready to fight the gods." Trowa could hear him flipping back and forth between pages, most likely looking up the other words mentioned. "Ragnarok sounds like the Norse version of the Apocalypse. It says here that it is to begin with several harsh winters in a row, and it will mark the end of the era. There will be battles all over the world... The wolf will swallow the sun, and the moon will be caught by another wolf. Stars will disappear, mountains will fall, trees will be uprooted... Nagifar will be loosed from its moorings and captured by Hrym, the leader of the giants. All will meet in battle at Vigard. It describes who will fight whom, and then it says that the earth will burn before sinking into the ocean."
"Sounds like a good time," Trowa muttered dryly. He looked over at the instruments, checking their heading and the altimeter. Everything looked fine, and from the way the temperature gauge kept getting lower and lower was a sure sign they were headed in romotely the right direction. "Nagifar seems to be the catalyst in order for Ragnarok to actually happen. Maybe if it were stolen the gods and giants wouldn't be able to fight each other."
"Or if people kept trimming their nails," Heero pointed out.
"It's just a myth, though. It couldn't really happen."
Heero turned his view to outside the airplane, Trowa noticing his friend's gaze become distant. Heero never quite told anyone what had happened in the cavern after Duo and Trowa left, but the pilot had a suspicion that maybe the power and stories of the ancient gods weren't so fictitious. He had seen the Egyptian god Ra with his own two eyes, but when Heero hadn't discussed it further, Trowa figured the heat was affecting all of them and the cavern just happened to collapse.
This instance, however, did seem to be just a myth. A wolf could not swallow the sun and there was no way the earth could sink into the ocean, even though it had happened to Atlantis. Trowa shook his head. It seemed that life was becoming more complicated everyday.
Trowa noticed Heero reaching into his bag, pulling out a pair of binoculars and looking out a side viewport to the ocean below. Trowa was about to ask what the archaeologist was looking at when Heero began to speak on his own.
"It looks like an OZ aircraft carrier and a trio of subs right below us. Are we under the radar?"
"No," Trowa grimaced, switching the plane back into manual control. "They might not have noticed us yet."
"How far until we reach Oslo?"
Trowa did a quick mental calculation. "Half an hour, tops. Why?"
Heero leaned back in his seat, shrugging casually. "They seem to be preparing to launch their fighters."
Trowa swore until his breath, forcing more speed as he pressed on the throttle. He had just gotten this craft running to his specifications. He wasn't about to have her blown out of the sky by a remnant of OZ. Tossing the books to the side and recommending that they fasten their harnesses, Trowa forced the craft into a steep climb, temporarily hiding in a thick patch of clouds until they came up with a better idea.
"We're two minutes outside of land. I can drop it down to two hundred feet max, open the hatch, and switch the automatic rifle mounted on the belly to shoot at anything that moves. If the guns don't take care of the planes we can lose them in the fjords."
Trowa quickly switched on the automatic rifle, dropping out of the cloud cover to better see the OZ aircraft. He hadn't put his own radar in this particular plane yet, and needed to reduce as many blindspots as possible. He could hear the clatter of the rifle outside, and the sound of hot lead striking metal as he twisted closer and closer to the line of land on the horizen. One of the OZ planes was down, crashing to the ocean below; two more were smoking heavily and going back to the carrier, trying to evade shots from the rifle. That left two.
The plane jolted suddenly, Trowa looking out the starboard window to see a chunk of the wing mission. He had to fight the throttle to compensate for the damage, but he was still steadily losing control of the plane. They just needed another hit or a passing wind to break off the end of the wing and they would be sent into a spiral towards the ocean. The unnerving part about the whole situation was how Heero sat in his seat, calm. His calculating eyes took in the surroundings, and Trowa could almost see him weighing options in his head.
"New plan," Heero suggested. "In thirty seconds we'll be outside land. Turn off the gun and turn on the autopilot to compensate for the damage. Once we get over land, we can just jump out the hatch with the parachutes. The pilots could see up jump and not keep going after the plane, but if it works, the plane will crash and they'll leave, thinking we were still onboard."
Trowa bit his lip. It seemed to be the best option left, but he didn't like it. There were only two planes left and there was no way they could keep evading the system he installed for much longer. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew Heero's plan was the only chance they had of getting out of this alive. Trowa nodded slightly, and Heero moved to the back of the plane to gather their packs and parachutes. The snow-covered ground would camoflauge their 'chutes enough to not be obvious to the OZ pilot. He finished setting the controls before joining Heero out back.
The Japanese-American had finished adjusting the parachute to his back, holding his own back in the crook of his elbows. He unlocked and opened the hatch, waiting for Trowa before jumping. The taller man quickly followed, opening his 'chute after counting to seven. The OZ pilot went after the plane, apparently not having seen the two men jump out, his own weaponry chewing away at the plane until it twisted into a nosedive and drove into the ground.
Trowa couldn't help but sigh as he drifted down in the cool air. Heero seemed to love breaking his toys.
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End Part 3
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, yaoi
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Don't own Indiana Jones, either. Both belong to something bigger than I could ever comprehend. ^_^
+ Comments: //Lyrics// and *emphasis* and 'thought' and [flashback], some may not be used in this fic...it's just a heads-up. Sequel to "Heero Yuy and the Eye of Horus". Starts up maybe two or three months after its epilogue. You don't need to have read "HYatEoH" in order to understand this fic, but it would be nice.
*~**~*
En route from USA to Norway
*~**~*
Trowa Barton had the small aircraft kicked into auto-pilot as he and Heero looked through various texts on Norse myth and legend. Even he had to admit that he had gotten used to having Duo around. He didn't miss the research, that was for sure.
"Nagifar is a ship that the Goddess of Death Hel made out of dead humans' fingernails," Heero read outloud. "When people trim their fingernails, the construction of Nagifar is delayed. It will be launched at Ragnarok from Jotunheim loaded with armed giants, ready to fight the gods." Trowa could hear him flipping back and forth between pages, most likely looking up the other words mentioned. "Ragnarok sounds like the Norse version of the Apocalypse. It says here that it is to begin with several harsh winters in a row, and it will mark the end of the era. There will be battles all over the world... The wolf will swallow the sun, and the moon will be caught by another wolf. Stars will disappear, mountains will fall, trees will be uprooted... Nagifar will be loosed from its moorings and captured by Hrym, the leader of the giants. All will meet in battle at Vigard. It describes who will fight whom, and then it says that the earth will burn before sinking into the ocean."
"Sounds like a good time," Trowa muttered dryly. He looked over at the instruments, checking their heading and the altimeter. Everything looked fine, and from the way the temperature gauge kept getting lower and lower was a sure sign they were headed in romotely the right direction. "Nagifar seems to be the catalyst in order for Ragnarok to actually happen. Maybe if it were stolen the gods and giants wouldn't be able to fight each other."
"Or if people kept trimming their nails," Heero pointed out.
"It's just a myth, though. It couldn't really happen."
Heero turned his view to outside the airplane, Trowa noticing his friend's gaze become distant. Heero never quite told anyone what had happened in the cavern after Duo and Trowa left, but the pilot had a suspicion that maybe the power and stories of the ancient gods weren't so fictitious. He had seen the Egyptian god Ra with his own two eyes, but when Heero hadn't discussed it further, Trowa figured the heat was affecting all of them and the cavern just happened to collapse.
This instance, however, did seem to be just a myth. A wolf could not swallow the sun and there was no way the earth could sink into the ocean, even though it had happened to Atlantis. Trowa shook his head. It seemed that life was becoming more complicated everyday.
Trowa noticed Heero reaching into his bag, pulling out a pair of binoculars and looking out a side viewport to the ocean below. Trowa was about to ask what the archaeologist was looking at when Heero began to speak on his own.
"It looks like an OZ aircraft carrier and a trio of subs right below us. Are we under the radar?"
"No," Trowa grimaced, switching the plane back into manual control. "They might not have noticed us yet."
"How far until we reach Oslo?"
Trowa did a quick mental calculation. "Half an hour, tops. Why?"
Heero leaned back in his seat, shrugging casually. "They seem to be preparing to launch their fighters."
Trowa swore until his breath, forcing more speed as he pressed on the throttle. He had just gotten this craft running to his specifications. He wasn't about to have her blown out of the sky by a remnant of OZ. Tossing the books to the side and recommending that they fasten their harnesses, Trowa forced the craft into a steep climb, temporarily hiding in a thick patch of clouds until they came up with a better idea.
"We're two minutes outside of land. I can drop it down to two hundred feet max, open the hatch, and switch the automatic rifle mounted on the belly to shoot at anything that moves. If the guns don't take care of the planes we can lose them in the fjords."
Trowa quickly switched on the automatic rifle, dropping out of the cloud cover to better see the OZ aircraft. He hadn't put his own radar in this particular plane yet, and needed to reduce as many blindspots as possible. He could hear the clatter of the rifle outside, and the sound of hot lead striking metal as he twisted closer and closer to the line of land on the horizen. One of the OZ planes was down, crashing to the ocean below; two more were smoking heavily and going back to the carrier, trying to evade shots from the rifle. That left two.
The plane jolted suddenly, Trowa looking out the starboard window to see a chunk of the wing mission. He had to fight the throttle to compensate for the damage, but he was still steadily losing control of the plane. They just needed another hit or a passing wind to break off the end of the wing and they would be sent into a spiral towards the ocean. The unnerving part about the whole situation was how Heero sat in his seat, calm. His calculating eyes took in the surroundings, and Trowa could almost see him weighing options in his head.
"New plan," Heero suggested. "In thirty seconds we'll be outside land. Turn off the gun and turn on the autopilot to compensate for the damage. Once we get over land, we can just jump out the hatch with the parachutes. The pilots could see up jump and not keep going after the plane, but if it works, the plane will crash and they'll leave, thinking we were still onboard."
Trowa bit his lip. It seemed to be the best option left, but he didn't like it. There were only two planes left and there was no way they could keep evading the system he installed for much longer. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew Heero's plan was the only chance they had of getting out of this alive. Trowa nodded slightly, and Heero moved to the back of the plane to gather their packs and parachutes. The snow-covered ground would camoflauge their 'chutes enough to not be obvious to the OZ pilot. He finished setting the controls before joining Heero out back.
The Japanese-American had finished adjusting the parachute to his back, holding his own back in the crook of his elbows. He unlocked and opened the hatch, waiting for Trowa before jumping. The taller man quickly followed, opening his 'chute after counting to seven. The OZ pilot went after the plane, apparently not having seen the two men jump out, his own weaponry chewing away at the plane until it twisted into a nosedive and drove into the ground.
Trowa couldn't help but sigh as he drifted down in the cool air. Heero seemed to love breaking his toys.
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End Part 3