7What do you think about living plastic model?
Well, not like that.
We are made of plastic, mainly polystyrene, with a side dash of ABS to ensure soft movement. We are mass produced, molded into a runner to be cut off and assembled. We are molded in various color, sold and priced accordingly to the size and complexity of final product.
Our very concept and design are taken from this military science fiction anime franchise called Mobile Suit Gundam, as well as numerous sequel and Alternate Universe Spinoff.
The most attention always been given the humanoid vehicle called "Mobile Suit"
"LET'S GO, GENOACE!"
"GM SNIPER, TAKE OFF"
Early in the 21st century, a new breakthrough in technology gave us a new life, literally. Plavsky particle, this specific particle will form a holographic lattice given enough stimuli. Manipulated, Plavsky particle will also, for yet unexplainable reason, move us plastic model as if we're actual machines.
And even fight each other.
From that point onward, a new trend born and grew phenomenally.
Gundam Plastic Model Battle –usually simplified to Gunpla Battle, everyone put their plastic model at stake, and control it using plavsky-made virtual cockpit console.
Millions of gunpla enthusiasts… each have their own story.
This is just one of such story.
GUNDAM BUILD FIGHTERS
-Gunpla Densetsu: Mirai no Kiseki-
Disclaimer:
Bandai-Sunrise owns Gundam. That's why we can't have Huckebeins
Also, thanks Gundam Knight Chris for letting me borrow his OCs and Gunpla
CHAPTER 1: The Artist Reborn
A painting.
He was holding a painting.
Nakoto Hiyama is holding a painting he made in art class.
And it's bland as all shit.
"Seriously, what happened? Where's all of your usual unnecessary details that adds to the artwork? Where's the usual mix of color that spit life into the viewer's face?!" His female -not girlfriend- friend, Aiden Tragdy commentated on his bland drawing of a magical girl. Unlike his usual artworks, this one lacked life, lacked the colorful over-the-top quality that he usually delivered.
"Eh. I just ran out of idea. Also, laziness helps drain out the remaining creativity faster." Nakoto replied in a lackluster voice.
"That's not true, Nako. Lazy when it comes to math, chemistry and ESPECIALLY physics I can believe, but not drawing. It's like, the one thing that I constantly see you doing other than playing video games on your phone." Aiden replied, the young white-haired girl clearly annoyed at Nakoto's hokey acting.
"Look, don't worry. I'll just go talk with Mio-sempai to see if I can take a peek at her dojo's training sessions to...I don't know, get amped or something like that? Sorry, but I believe that I'm wasting your time. So if you excuse me..."
Nakoto then out of the classroom, heading home. "B-But wait! What's wro-" Aiden was interrupted by another student.
"Ai-chan, the club prez want to have a talk with you regarding his model kit."
"What? Is it the joints again?! I swear to god I'm going to replace those thing with magnets if I can!" Aiden then follows the student towards the clubhouse of the Gunpla Battle club. It's clear that a goldfish was in charge of her short-term memory.
'Damn it! What's wrong with me?! Have I truly run out of inspirations?!' Nakoto was frustrated. He scratched his head furiously, slightly messing up his black hair with ear-like flaps that made him look like a faithful hound. His brown eye was filled with confusion and a loss of purpose.
He wasn't good with sport, as indicated by his frail built. He isn't one for math or physics as his glasses would've indicated (except for quantum physics and theoretical physics, strangely enough).
The only thing he was good at was art. Oh art, to express one's creativity unhindered by any laws or restrictions. It was a perfect match for him: a person who trust his heart and value his instinct above common sense. And now, he was failing the only thing he was good at.
"Make way, make way! American beauty coming through!" A voice shouted in front of him, but it was too late.
"HIYAAA!"
"OUCH!"
Someone bumped into him. As he looks up, he slowly figured out who it was that bumped into him...
She was also a student of the Seihou Academy just like him. She have curly blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. She wore semi-rimless glasses, with the half-rims being red. But what captivated Nakoto the most was her beautiful blue eyes...
And he moved his eyes down, only to noticed that she was wearing shorts under her uniform's skirt.
'Well, shit. Just my luck, I guess. Life ain't no anime...' Nakoto thought to himself. The blond girl merely dust herself off, then proceeds to forcefully drags Nakoto up. "Sorry 'bout that, my friend! The name's Sabrina Sumdac, but you can call me "Sari" for short. So, what's your name, stranger?" She said, with the "stranger" being spoken in Engish. Ah, she's the transfer student from America that somehow possesses an British accent, of all things.
"The name's Nakoto Hiyama. And yes, my parents literally named me "a thing"." Nakoto answered, then he suddenly noticed the box she was carrying. The American girl noticed this, a smirk spreading across her face "Oh, you noticed my "Box of Magical Wonderment" already, eh? Well, why don't you follow me and figure out how I use them?"
"Yeah, I'm not following a total stranger who lures me with things in boxes." Nakoto deadpanned.
"It involves giant robots."
"Deal."
At a certain hobby shop...
"You lied." Nakoto complained. He was promised giant robots, and all he get is a toy store with a girl that was holding a box full of model kit tools and model kits.
"I TECHNICALLY did not lied. Gundam are giant robots. Gunpla are models of Gundams. Therefore, by proxy, Gunpla DOES relate to giant robots."
Nakoto sighed as he look around the hobby shop. It was a small place, right in a corner of a mall. There was a few rows of items, each filled with boxes of model kits. Sari just sighed " Look, I'm sorry I tricked you, but...I thought that you would've like this, being the school's residential Mecha-Magical Girl geek and all. I thought I can introduce you to Gunpla so that you can...y'know, stop being so silent around people all the time. It's not good for your mental health. Also, it's creepy as all fuck."
The young black-haired teen just shakes his head "You sound like you're one of those 'I like him but I only support him from the shadow' type of people. But, I think that this is a classic case of Westerners doing 'what feels right'. What I do is my own business, ma'am." His tone suddenly turn somber "I figured that being nosey all of the time won't do you any good years ago. Now I just..."
He was silent for a bit. His eyes then fall upon a particular box. It have the words "HGUC Reborn" on it, along with an illustration of a robot and what seems to be it's airplane mode.
"Hey Sari, what's this?" He picked up the box and showed it to her. The girl eyes lit up like the sun, so bright that Nakoto expected her to fire a Photon Beam from her glasses.
"OH MY GAWD! THAT'S A GUNDAM!" She said in English "Holy crud, it's a Zeta Gundam HG Kit ver. Reborn! I'm sorry for coming out of the blue like this, but I LOVE transformers for some reason I can only assume being instinctual...Buuuut not enough that I would use one. The gimmic makes them the equivalent of a wet toilet paper in terms of survivability. Also, blah blah blah, blah blah..." Nakoto ears perked up when he heard the words "transformer" and ignored the rest of what Sari said. He wasn't thinking about THOSE Transformers. Oh no, he was thinking about-
"Hey Sabrina Mc'Talksalot, does this thing have a system that amplify the pilot's psychic powers?!"
"...blah blah Niels Bohr's theory blah bla- Oh, yes. It's called a Biosensor, which-" Sari was interrupted by Nakoto "I'm taking this thing home with me."
"Wow wow wow, take it easy there champ. A manual can only do so much. Let me teach you how to do it properly." Sari knows that she strucked his geek spot. As the boy nodded furiously, she looked at her watch, which was pointing at 6:00 PM. "Do you mind staying back for a bit?"
8:30 PM
"Phew! That was hard work! Didn't know building model kits could be THIS fun." Nakoto smiled, wiping his forehead.
"By the way, I didn't know you can paint plastic models like this. I mean, it's mostly some panel lining, color alterations and rim coloring, but it still look pretty impressive for a first timer." Sari said, a soft smile spread across her lips as they gaze upon the finished product.
A brand-spanking new Zeta Gundam.
It spotted a custom paintjob: the chest portion above the cockpit has been recolored to white, with the cockpit also changed to white and the exposed grey joint in the cockpit colored blue. The shoulderpads was spotting a red rim, and the color of the arms were inverted: the red piece was now colored blue, and the rest of the blue parts on the arm was now red. The side of the legs was colored blue instead of the old white color, with a small yellow strip decorating each sides, along with a red trim as well.
Overall, it wasn't too different from a regular Zeta, but it was certainly unique.
"I call him...Zeta Mobile Suit Type-1. Or Z-1 for short." Nakoto declared, then snuggled with it like it was a doll of some sort. Sari just giggled, and then inched a bit closer to Nakoto...
"OH CRAP! IT'S 8:30 ALREADY?!" Nakoto shouted in panic, which surprised the poor blonde. As he stand up and started packing, Sari asked:
"This place, tomorrow. Will you come?"
Nakoto cracked a smile, which she rarely see the boy ever do.
"Of course. If I don't come, you'll drag me here anyway. Either that or you'll try to V&nd me."
Sari smacked Nakoto on the back "Got that right! But, v&nning someone isn't my thing, not really."
Nakoto smiled and ran out of the hobby shop. Sari merely smiled, and walks back to the worktable and looked at her Gunpla.
"Maybe I won't be the "Lonely Huckebein" anymore, my dear Gundam MKII Raven..."
"I'M BACK!" Nakoto shouted, as he entered his house. Or to be more precise, the Bright family house.
"OI! Nako, were have you been?! You even missed dinner!" A girl with brown hair tied to twin ponytails inquired. She was slightly taller than Nako, being one year older and all.
Nakoto was trying to avoid looking at her red eyes that was filled with anger. Luckily, a male voice interrupted the girl "Maybe he's afraid of your cooking, Estelle. What's your oppinion, Joshua?"
"That seems logical enough, considering his reaction when she somehow burn milk." another male -but this time somewhat feminine- voice speaks, causing the girl to blush furiously.
"DAD! JOSHUA! WHAT WAS THAT?!" Nakoto utilized this chance to try and sneak into the kitchen. Keyword being "try".
"The edibles are on the table, kid." Joshua spoke, signalling Nakoto to turn back to the dining room.
"So, how's your day, kiddo? I may not be your father, but your dad entrusted me with you, so it's my job to answer to any needs you have." The man asked, who looks like he was in his twillight years- what with the mustace and all-, but he seems to be only in his late 30s. He also spotted brown hair like Estelle, only
"It's fine, thank you, Mr. Cassius. I only came back late because of some...matters, that's all."
"Any chance that it involves Gunpla?" Joshua asked, his hand holding the Z-1. Nakoto tried to stutter out something, but Joshua simply smiled and said "Next time, please bring you pack up to your room before joining the table." The black haired 17 year old was notorious for being near undetectable when he does anything that require speed. But Nakoto treats him like an older brother just for that exact reason: There was no way he could ever get away with anything under Joshua's watchful amber eyes.
"Hm? Is that one of those toys that move when placed in a techno-table-something, it moves?" Estelle questioned.
"Yes. When in contact with Plavsky Particle, these model kits gain the ability to move and fire weaponries that are emulated by the particle. Do note that these models cannot be used to assasinate people or requires a reinforced cardboard area to be played safely." Joshua replied
"And it seems that this one was modified to look like the R-1, yes?" He then turn towards Nakoto, who was slightly nervous "U-Uhm...yes. It's a Zeta Gundam that I build, with some help."
Cassius sighed "It's good to have a hobby and all, but do remember to come back in time for dinner, OK? Even if the food isn't edible..." The man whispered the last part, hoping that Estelle won't hear it.
"I heard that! Also, did you say that you can FIGHT with these things?" Estelle asked.
Nakoto relaxed a bit, knowing that he won't be punish for coming home late. He then started to explain" Well, you see..."
The Next Day
He was at the hobby store, about ten minutes early. He brought along his Z-1, waiting for the blond American to come.
"Boooring, this is-a booooring, get to the shoooowwww..." Nakoto was severely overbored, if that's even a thing. "Maybe I should try one of these battle tables out. Sari already taught me the basics, so why not?"
He proceed to bring out his GP Base, which had a little SD Grungust keychain attached to it. As he aproach the table, he was prompted with:
"PLEASE, SET YOUR GP BASE" said a robotic voice.
As he placed the GP Base on, the voice speaks again:
"BEGINNING PLAVSKY PARTICLE DISPERSION. MODEL DAMAGE LEVEL, SET TO C"
The table was slowly filled with glowing particles that reminded Nakoto of a certain Magical Girl series he used to watch.
"FIELD 2: CITY, PRACTICE MODE" The table was now showing a mini-city that seems to resemble Tokyo a bit.
"PLEASE SET YOUR GUNPLA" Nako brought out his Z-1, the word "Chougokin" still fresh on it's shoulder, and placed it on the base. A line of particle passed through it, causing the eyes to lit up. Next, the control interface materiallized. Nako proceeds to let out a small, girlish squee, then proceeds to grab the pair of balls-
That sounded so wrong
- and then did some minor configurations to let the virtual cock pit blast out the theme "Everywhere You Go" from Super Robot Wars.
"IKUZE! Z-1, KENZAN!" [Let's go! Z-1, at your service!] He shouted as the mech was launch via a catapult into the simulated battlefield.
On the battlefield, he has already been greeted with a mock army, comprised of three units.
"You Gaia Sabers are no match for the main mech of the SRZ project!" Nakoto shouted, knowing that he was letting his inner otaku running rampant again.
But he didn't give a shit.
"CHAAAANGE! Z-WING!" He transformed the Z-1 into it's Waverider- or Z-Wing- mode. He flew up high, avoiding the various beam shot that was fired at him and getting pelted occasinally by some machine gun fire. As he was at the edge of the sky boundary, he cut the thruster, allowing the Z-Wing to fall back down to the ground, nose-first.
During the fall, he unleashed a barrage of missiles installed in a secret compartment. "BEAM SABER CANNON! RANDOM SHOOT!" The beam sabers hidden in the side hip skirts revealed themselves, barraging the Mocks below with beam shot fired at random intervals. It completely obliterated one Mock and severely damaged the other two. When he was about to hit the ground, Nakoto immediately changed his mech back to the Z-1. Landing gracefully on it's leg, the Z-1 tilted its head up, glaring at one of the Mock.
"The first man that strikes win! HOT BEAM SABER!" The Z-1 dashed forward, it's beam sabers drawn. With hand movement like that of an artist paintbrush, it quickly destroyed the damaged Mock. It was then hit by a barrage of machine guns from behind.
"This damage won't do anything to the Z-1! Target, in sight!" Nakoto exclaimed, the last part was spoken in English as he draw out the beam rifle.
"BOOSTED BEAM RIFLE!" he fired one single beam that destroyed the Mock. Just as he was about to gloat, two Mocks from under him rises up and caught the Z-1 by suprise, dropping it's rifle.
"Tch! The A.I in these thing are fucking trolls. Wait a minute!" Nakoto then gazed at the particle around the field, and then cracked a smile.
"This is it! It's sink or swim here! Haaa..." He started to inhale deeply, his breathing technique being quite bizarre.
How bizarre? Well, how many people do you see raising their hands in front of their face, eyes bulging like they were a goldfish and started mugging the screen like Jim Carrey?
"ORBAL ART! PRANA RIPPLE!" He then pushed his hand outwards, his knees bending. As the Z-1 copied him, the machine's hand was conveniently at the Mocks groin. The two mocks was blown away, with parts of their groin missing.
"Okay, time to DIE, bitches. Biosensor, maximum power!" The Z-1 body was covered with a pinkish-red aura that suddenly turned to green seconds later. The aura then converged into the mech's fist. The Z-1 eyes flashes brightly, and then Nakoto let out a scream of pure hotblooded fighting spirit.
"KURAE! HAMON PRANA OVERBREAK!" [TAKE THIS! RIPPLE PRANA OVERBREAK!"]
The mech charged towards one of the Mocks, then proceeded to pummel it with punches. "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA! ORAAAAAA!" With that final scream, the Z-1 forced it's fist into the Mock's inner cavity, and then spun around and threw it at the other Mock. Both of them exploded gloriously, no doubt making a Great Leader somewhere proud.
"Oh. You're into Gunpla too, eh?" A voice spoke up.
Nakoto turned his head around, only to spot a bald man who looks to be around his 20s. That's it.
"Eh...what's your name, sir?"
"My name is Chris Brando. Fighting with Mocks are boring you know?" The man inquired. Nakoto pondered for a moment, then something hit him.
"Aha! You want to have a battle with me? Well okay then, jump in and we-"
"Angel Gundam, launching complete" Chris said, his Gundam was already in the field. It looks like a Wing Zero Custom, but with parts of the 00 strapped on. The wingtip was colored blue, and so was the majority of the mech, with a couple of white patches here and there. It looked like somebody who just watched 00 and Endless Waltz, then decided to make a mix of the two mechs.
But Nakoto know it was capable of so much more than the two combined ever could have dreamed.
The prove was the smoldering lava pit beneath him that was once a city. "Now we have all the room to fight."
Nakoto saw Sari running in at the corner of his eye. She shouted:
"NAKO! GET OUT OF THERE! HE'S THE FORMER TAG TEAM AND SOLO CHAMPION OF THE LAST YEAR GUNPLA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! HE'S THE "ONE SHOT MAN"!" Sari's voice reverberated in Nakoto's ears as he tried to grasp what the fuck was going on.
He was fighting a man who trained for years until he became bald.
He was fighting a man who can litterally destroy an Mobile Fortress in one shot.
He was screwed.
He was so damn screwed.
A/N: Wew. That was something. I wasn't finding luck on the IS or SRW part of the FFnet, so...This is my first time here.
Heeellllo, I'm the Hotblooded Author. I became a mecha fan, and so can you.
Well, this OC of mine is...different, I supposed. He's...kinda odd. And yes, the Z-1 was supposed to be a Gundam version of the R-1. Kinda sad that the Zeta don't have any revolvers. But well, gotta work with what you have!
Please read and review, check out more fanfics that I have done by clicking my name, and as always...
I will see YOU, in the next chapter...
...Bye bye!
Oh, and...
(Haro rolls by, with the word Sunrise on the sc-
FUCK YOU SUNRISE!
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