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"Great, just great, Kinomoto." An annoyed voice came through Robert's speaker. "That's another Mobile Doll we're going to have to replace." Robert grinned and eased his Suit into the docking bay. The voice continued. "The point of this excersize is to incapacite the enemy, not completely destroy it!" The voice groaned as the mangeled suit got pulled in by ferrys. Robert, still grinning, shut down the suits systems and opened the cockpit with his helmet still on. He kicked off of the metal and floated over to airlock, grabbing the bar over top of it and swinging inside. The cabin presurized and he took of his helmut. He spoke out loud. "Robert Kinomoto, specialized Newtype unit designated 03, reporting in from training." The door slid open and he walked inside.

Robert smiled and waved to the other men as he came inside. They good-naturely waved back and returned to their work. Robert walked down the hall and was stopped outside his room by his commander. He looked stonely at him. "Kinomoto, don't get too comfortable. You're still shakey with the Bits, and we're expecting to mobilze in a few hours."

Robert saluted and said, "Sir, yessir. I was just going to take a small rest and log my latest training excersize before going out." He stood looking fixedly at the commander. He nodded. "Good. Don't take long." And walked down the hall. Robert let out his pent up breath and stuck his tongue out at the commander's back. He quickly slipped inside his room.

((Oh yeah your the enemy nevermind. oh and my roomies name is Greg))

Deane walked up the brown depressing hall to his tiny almost military like room thinking about what he would say to his roomate Greg. What if Greg threatened to tell alert the military he would just have to go with is gut instinct. Even if he said no Deane could lock him in the closet that would keep him occupied until he could get his plan accomplished.

Deane walked in to see Greg with his head in a book. "Hey greg its not like you to have your head in a book." Deane said scratching his head still nervous. "Oh come on you know me better than that." Greg said lifting up a magizine from behind the book. "Thought you were an instructor so i hid what i was reading. Even if the guy cam over I would have made some excuse." Greg said in his normal laied back manner. "Hey I wanted to ask you a serious question..." Deane hesitated as Greg sat up straight and put down what he was reading. "What is it."
"Mutiny.." Deane began. there was a puase between the two of them and the air seemed to get heavy with anticipation.

"Huh." Greg smirked. "I was wondering when you would man up now your talking my language. But I wont go through it unless you got a plan." Greg said seriously standing up. "Well you be the judge." Deane said holdign up the keys and the blue prints. Then he began telling greg the plan includign what he found out by going to the warehouse and what he already knew. "So you thoguht this one out huh well sounds good but you kinda ended uncertain. Greg said as he took a quick glance out the window. The sun had begun to set giving the sky a firey aura with a faint purple at the very tips of the light. "Well we would need at least three more guys. " Deane said as he looked to his roomate deep in thought. "Well there are only two other people in this whole facitliy who have the guts and dont wanna be part of the final soultion." Greg said waiting for a reply. "Well lets have a little chat with them."

Deane and Greg each went to one of the guys and convinced them. The sun was almost down and his plan was going off flawlessly but this was the easiest part the hardest part was yet to come.

He stood alone inside a small metallic shack, feeling the cold metal floor with his bare feet. The lights, though many, were quite dim to her perseption. In front of him was a strange looking chair, all covered with foam and plastic, with several attatchements made of rubber and metal. What intrigued him the most was that odd lamp-like structure that was attatched above the chair, stretching over where the head was supposed to be if someone sat there. A trustworthy hand held Ray's arm, "Come now, Jonathan. Let's take one more try..." The warm words of a motherly woman lightly took command of Ray's actions, as he paced forth towards the chair.

"His blood pressure is normal... his psychic strain is increasin... he'll make it..." Ray could barely understand the mushed up words that he couldn't clearly hear as he opened his eyes. It was all too bright for him, and he couldn't see anything but that powerful light source over his head. Am I dead?... He wondered, slowly raising his hand to try and feel what seemed to him like 'The light'. Something rough and firm caught his wrists, and Ray immediately sat up in susprise, breathing heavily as he looked around, seeing several men and women in white shirts of hospital design.

"Ugh!" The stranger's hand quickly let go as Ray pulled his fingers together into his temples, trying to stop the throbbing pain in his head. As he made made a rotating motion with both hands, he could feel something cold, hard, and famiiliar over his head. In utter confusion, he placed his hands carefully over what seemed to be a helmet, not like the thin Non Reale he was used to, but a large bowl-like metal with several glass and plastic textures all over it. He soon found out that several wires and belts were strapped and placed all over his body. He gave a slight shriek of despair, confused on what was going on.

Thirty small orbs floated in space around the Double X Gundam. Robert maneuvered the Suit behind the five designed for shielding. He slightly pushed with his mind and they zapped rigid into a pentagon shape, and a shield stretched between them. Robert pushed again and twenty of the orbs designed for lasers flew in a circle around a meteorite and shot, covering every face of it with laser marks. He suddenly pulled back and flew down, instantly turning and pushed again. A split second later the shielding Bits were in front of him. Still too slow. He tried again. A little better. He quickly blasted forward, and without looking back, pushed the remaining five at an asteroid behind him. The Kamikaze designed Bits slammed into the asteroid and exploded, obliterating it. Robert turned around and was disappointed to see one of the Bits floating a little way past the space debris. Damn. One of them had missed. He floated there for a few seconds, then directed that last Bit into another asteroid. He pushed the other 25 Bits back into the holding containers that lined the Suits legs.

"OK, Kinomoto." A voice crackled through his radio. "Orders just in. Time to test the Satellite Cannon." Robert glanced at it in surprise and responded. "The Cannon? Now? Does that mean the station is up?" The man replied in turn, "Operational, if not fully bugged out. We're sending up a Mobile Doll with very thick armor. That's your target. Good luck." The voice crackled out.

Robert looker at the station and saw a small dot fly from the bay door. His computer automatically tagged and zoomed in on it, and he saw it was the mobile doll. He cracked his fingers. His suit responded and made the cracking motion. Robert laughed. He loved the way the suit still sometimes surprised him by mirroring his thoughts. Robert placed his hands on the control and began pressing buttons. "Link established." He said into the mike. He pushed and he could feel the station warming up. He pushed a button and the 'wings' on the Suit's back spread and expanded slightly. They began to glow a golden color. "Energy panels activated." His display showed two bars. They both slowly filled to the topped. "Batteries fully charged, preparing to fire." He lined up his sight with the flying Doll, and the two long, silver cannons that came over the Suit's shoulders pulsed with a golden light. "Satellite Cannons... FIRE!" Two huge beams of golden light flew from the cannons. Robert's engines revved as high as they could to counter-act the backward force, the Mivosky Wings flaring behind him. He didn't even see the Doll get hit, just felt it in his mind. The golden light slowly died down and the cannons tilted up-wards to their default positions. There was no sign of the other suit. It had simply ceased to be.

"Amazing," Robert breathed. He maneuvered his beloved Gundam back to base with a new level or respect for it. He parked the Suit and opened the cockpit, pushing off and up to the Cannons, where there were already mechanics working on it. Robert saw that flecks of metal had ripped off with the firing and asked the head mechanic about it. He told him that firing the cannon had a risk for his suit, too. Firing it once on a mission was fine. Two might even be OK. Any more, though, and he posed a serious risked and blowing his own suit up. Robert thanked him and floated back to the air-lock, planning on going to the personnel training ground to work out a bit.

(( i thought about discovering Deane now, but i think i'll wait a bit ))

"Calm down, kid. We're taking them off now," one doctor spoke with a reassured smile, and the nurses flocked over him, taking out some of the chords and wires that were actually just placed on top of his skin, bringing about a sigh of relief through him, though his head was still aching. They were gently taking off the helmet when the door screeched open. After Ray listened to a rather familiar voice, everything happened so quickly as for him to see all of the ones around him laying unconcious. The one who spoke earlier came forth and unstrapped him. He sat up, wearing tight clothes of a simple red and black design, stretching all over his arms and legs. He held unto his helmet and strived to take it off, but as he well found out, it became too painful to move.

Bewildered at everything around him, he came to gaze over the one who freed, who seemed to have called his name. As he turned his head to look, his eyes opened wide in shock, his mouth opened in aghast, getting all the more confused at this. "Deane? Deane Asguard?" He couldn't believe what he was surrounded with, and who he was seeing face to face. Deane Asguard. One of the most talented players of the Non Reale Cup, placing in third. Ray once looked up to him as an inspiration, a hero, and eventually looked up to him as a rival when Ray himself joined the cup. It was there that he actually met the guy in person and made an outright promise with him to battle some day. As easily as Ray had gone to the top five, however, he never got the chance to challenge Deane, who disappeared just a few months ago. Ray was stubborn enough to not get a rank higher until he'd challenge his inspiration, and had kept on protecting his title as 5th place all this time.

Now what would someone like Deane do in such a strange place that was almost completely made of metal? Ray didn't have the energy to ponder on such things as his head began throbbing again. "Ah! How do you take this thing off?" he asked, or more liek demanded in his desperate tone, holding on his temples once again.