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"
"Dynames, begin intervention"
"Destiny, Launch!"
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 2: The Lonely Huckebein
Nakoto was dead afraid of what he was facing. The bald man expression was still unreadable, almost like he was putting on a poker face.
But how could anyone not react when they literally destroy part of a planet just for the sake of "fighting space" ?!
"Hang in there, Nako! Gundam MkII Raven, launching!" Sari rushed into the battlefield, her Gundam- no, to be more precise...
Her Personal Trooper.
It was a Gundamverse version of the Huckebein MkII. The frame was that of the Gundam MkII Titan color, but the machine was built like a Personal Trooper: Tight, stiffy and reliable. The shoulderpads was adorned with an extra white part to hold the entire construct together under the sheer boost that the extra yellow booster pads added. The chest camera was replaced with white mini thrusters that was a match in size to the old were also a few yellow booster pad added onto the skirt armor and lower legs as well. Additionally, extra white joints in the arm where the manipulators would connect to the arm, as well as the ankle was added to provide more range of motion.
But the most noticeable thing was the strange gauntlet-like parts that was added onto the arms that seems to hide something and the gigantic backpack that was strapped to the back of the MKII.
The head was a particularly strange case. Instead of a traditional Gundam head, it was a streamlined head with two swept back "horns" that provided excellent aerodynamic capabilities and gave a raven-like look to it. The word "Chrome Raven" was written on the side of it.
"Ho...So you're the "Lonely Huckebein", right?" Chris asked.
"So what if I am? I'm not letting you traumatize another one of my partners again!" Sari said, raising the MkII's rifle to aim at the Angel Gundam and fired. The Angel dodged the attack with little to no efforts.
"Sari! What was that?!" Nakoto asked, piloting the Z-1 into attack position.
"Long story short: he unwilling traumatizes people with his strength while vaporizing their Gunpla in the progress. Now please get back and let me try something. Try firing everything randomly."
"Even the useless ones?" Nakoto asked.
"Yep." the Z-1 then proceeds to shift into Z-Wing then fired all of its armament at the Angel Gundam. The monstrous machine dodged all of it with grace, but Sari noticed something odd.
'Strange, he even avoided the vulcans that would literally do nothing to his mech, and he moved waayyy too far back...maybe this is an involuntary reaction after years of fighting!' The brilliant blond snapped her fingers in light of this revelation.
"Stand back, Nako! I'm going to demonstrate one of my technique that are specifically designed to deal with this situation!" Sari ordered. Nakoto was about to protest, but he just silently moved away, knowing that he can't even touch the Angel Gundam right now.
Chris tilted his head to the side, seemingly curious "Oh, and what is this technique that you have taken pride in?"
Sari smirked, silently casting off the cover of the boxes attached to the arm.
"Well... A MAGICIAN NEVER REVEALS HER SECRETS! CHAKRAM VOLLEY!" The MkII lunged forward, flinging the four hidden wired chakrams towards the Angel Gundam. "Disappointing..." Chris said as his Gundam easily dodge the attacks. Sari gritted her teeth, unleashing a barrage of vulcan rounds towards the Angel, which none of them hit.
'Why does she use her Vulcans? Everyone knows that an average Gundam wouldn't even dent at one of those tiny rounds.' Nakoto wondered. 'But...the files she sent me described the weapons that she used are 'Wired Chakrams'...Then why am I not seeing any wires at all?'
The young teen then noticed that the MkII's manipulators were moving like it was...manipulating something.
As the Angel Gundam was about to boost towards the MkII Raven to finish it off, the angelic machine suddenly stopped. Try as he may, but Chris wasn't getting the machine moving anytime soon.
"Wait...why are my particle levels dropping..." Indeed, the Angel's particle level was dropping fast, as if it was being drained. Sari smirked " You instinctually dodges every attacks sent at you, yes? So it was easy to lure you into my Wire Trap!
You see, I have the Chakrams installed with thrusters, so I can control them like bits. And while you're busy with dodging pellets, the chakrams had already created a whole field of semi-invisible wires around you!" As if signaled, the wires glinted under the light of the lava bellow, wrapped around the Angel like a tangled marionette.
"In addition, these wires also allows me to sap a Gunpla's particle supply. How? NANOMACHINE, SON!" Sparks of electricity danced on the wires, moving from the Angel towards the MkII.
"Hm? So that how it works. Interesting..." The Angel's wings spread wide after Chris's remark, tearing the wires apart. "HOOOOORRRRYYYYY SHEEEEEETTTTTT!" Sari shouted, her "holy shit" being mangled by sheer fright.
"You underestimated my Gunpla's strength, darling. Now, allow me to get you out of the way so me and this young fellow here can continue with our fight." Chris then smiled enigmatically, his Gunpla already rising it's GN Buster Rifle.
'H-He didn't even considered me an opponent...' Sari was shocked, her hand trying to move her Gundam away, but her mind isn't responding, her breathing sporadic. It was clear to Nako that the unfortunate American was having a anxiety attack.
"SARI!" Nakoto screamed, pushing the Z-1 to it's limits to try and push her away...
...but it was too late.
The beam tore through the MkII, vaporizing it for real- a feat that was deemed impossible at damage level C-, leaving Sari to watch as all that remains of her mech was the head, the body and limbs vaporized.
Nakoto knew of this. He knew of the possibility. But still, his heart overcame his mind, and it was shouting one thing:
Fear has turned into hate, revengance unavoidable.
"GIVE ME THE LIGHT OF LOVE'S SOUL TO PURGE THE EVIL DIMENSION!" Nakoto shouted as his Z-1 raised its beam saber over it's head, pinkish energy pouring out of it, threatening to consume the mech itself.
"I CALL THIS...
-ZANKANTOUGAKEN-
...YATTE YARUZEEEE! [LET'S DO IT!]"
The Z-1 brought the gigantic pillar of light down upon the Angel Gundam, the "blade" consuming it. There was a bright flash, and then the pillar of light was now condensed into an ornate sword that was made out of pinkish Newtype-ish energy.
"PRANA HASAI KEN!" [Prana Sword]
The Z-1 then threw the sword at the cloud of smoke that used to be where the Angel Gundam was.
...correction, where the Angel IS, currently, present tense.
"You...throw your sword at me..." Chris spoken, confusion clearly in his voice.
"Soooooo?..." Nakoto knew that he was so damn dead, but decided that he should delay that for a bit.
"After...CLEAVING me with a gigantic sword of LIGHT...you threw your sword at me...
First, if I DID die, that would have been unnecessary. Second, if I DID survive, which I did, then how in the name of Gundam Knight Chris would that hurt me when A GIANT PILLAR SWORD MADE OUT OF LIGHT FAILED TO DO SO?! Also, here's your sword back." Chris then fling the sword back to the Z-1
"Oh hai Swo-" Before Nakoto could finish his half-assed Tommy Wisseau impression, the sword hit the Z-1 right in the chest, slamming it into the battle table. Hard.
"BATTLEFIELD CRASHED. PLEASE DELETE SYSTEM32." The AI voice sounded. Nakoto could only stare in awe as the Angel Gundam, a TOY, have managed to damage a goddamn table designed to be IMPOSSIBLE to damage by that same toy. But, as he stare in the hole that his Z-1 made during the landing, he noticed something else.
A Gunpla
Indeed, it was something that looks like an inner frame of a Gunpla (which while possible- see IBO line- is extremely hard to do). It was mostly gray, but with a few gold spot on it's abs and red around it's shoulders and knee. In it's chest was a circular device, with seven nodes connected by a strange line, with the node in the middle seems to be hollow, like it was a slot for something...
The black-haired teen felt... wierd. It was like the model was one of those Intelligent Device things in a magical girl anime, but yet it seems to posses a spirit, not unlike a familiar. It was...calling out to him.
"Hey, that's a Gunpla. I think we should give this to-" Chris was interrupted by Sari, who has recovered from her anxiety attack, and now looked like she just banged a million man.
"To you?! OF COURSE NOT! HEY BIG BOSS! I WANT TO BUY THIS TABLE PLEASE!" She shouted at the man who was standing behind a counter- presumably the owner of the store. He looked like he was the kind of guy you'd imagine to be in a military action movie, what's with the eyepatch and all.
"That's the Diamond Dogs Hobby Store most prized possession, how're you gonna pay up?" He ask, turning his head to face Sari, revealing a big chunk of metal lodged in his forehead.
"5000000 GMP, two M1s and a new supply of recruits, top-notch."
"Well, sorry miss, but n-"
"And a lifetime supply of fultons. Free of charge, including the recovery cost."
You could almost hear a cha-ching when the man said "DEAL!"...
...either that or the sound of a goat being unexpectedly pulled into the air.
"I was going to say 'sent it to the store owner so he can give it back to the Gunpla's original owner when he comes'..." Chris said, STILL sound bored as fuck.
Sari's house.
"Gotta thank the boys at the lab for bringing this here though. Quick, efficient, and doesn't ask for anything in return. Doesn't stop me from slipping them a couple of cheques, though."
The blond yank certainly wasn't lying about the delivery either: the personnel from the Sumdac Technological Research and Development Lab was a highly trained and efficient bunch. A work as simple as delivering a Gunpla battle table into a fairly spacious mansion didn't even make them break a sweat. At least dealing with the rocket sled that Sari made sent Henry in to a hospital for 8 hours. Mostly to repair it.
"H-Hey, are you okay? I thought you had a anxiety attack back there, and...uhm...Do you need me to do anything? Get some water, make regular chicken soup or that other variety for the soul..." Nakoto was trying to ask if he could do anything to help her, considering he knew people who had panic/anxiety attacks aren't mentally stable afterwards for a few days.
Sari just smiled softly, then threw a broom at Nakoto face. "Go clean up the place. The H.A.R.O -Hyper Active Robot Objects- are broken, so you can do their work while I fix them up."
Nakoto was about to question the fact that she made a bunch of HAROs, but remembered that her father was the one who help created the "artificial" Plavsky particles, so he just shuts up and started dusting the floor. "Jeez, when was the last time you dusted the place?"
"Last week, when one of my H.A.R.O broke. I was still repairing my Gunpla at that time, and then a bunch of other HARO rolled in, spewing spokes everywhere." Sari was now in her room upstairs, yelling the information down to Nakoto. The black haired boy now regrets having overly sensitive ears.
After a while, when the cleaning was done downstairs, Nakoto now proceeds to walk upstairs to continue cleaning. The layout of the house was simple: one bathroom and toilet for each floor, one guest room, one cooking room and then a whole bunch of rooms that would have Nakoto trying to explain them all in Buffy speak.
The boy was now in a getup that he usually dons: an apron, a cleaning headdress that accompanied his school uniform, minus the blazer. He was the one that kept the Bright household clean, mostly from the fact that he was the one with the most free time and enthusiasm to do so: Bright is always busy, and rarely come home, while Estelle is straight up lazy about housework and Joshua is usually seen studying and reading books, or sometime watching anything from the Fate series (Unlimited Blade Works was his favorite, obviously.)
As the young boy approached Sari's room (indicated by the noise of AC/DC blasting behind the door), he carefully knocked twice to avoid "accidents" involving untimely entrance.
"Come in!" Sari shouted over the music, prompting Nakoto to open the door and enters. His face turned bright red as he saw Sari in a VERY tight tank-top and short shorts. The blond girl kept working, but smirked when she noticed that the poor boy was turning into a tomato.
"Y-You could at least put on something a bit more d-decent!" Nakoto stuttered out
"Ah, quit being a blue nose!"
"Fine then, I'll just take off my glasses. I'm practically half-blind without them..." He was about to take off his glasses, but he saw something on Sari's nape. It was like a metal bug, sticking onto the back of her neck, right on her spine. Sari noticed this, her eyes widen a bit- like she was discovered for stealing candy or something- and then she frowned.
Instead of being her usual loud, energetic self, the American was...
...somber...
"You noticed that, didn't you?" She asked, her voice cold, filled with disappointment.
"What is it? Is it one of your dad's works?"
"Initially, it was suppose to be the Google Node: a device that strengthen the link between humans and machines. And also free internet on the go in the brain, and even improved performance when connected to machinery or digital tech, like piloting fighter jets, managing power suits without being crushed or even Gunpla...
...but, Dad figured out that the current Google CEO wanted to have everybody forcefully be perma-connected to Google Plus and their information all send to Google. So at the day of the presentation-"
"-he hacked it and revealed Google's plans." Nakoto interjected. He knew of this event, mostly because it became a meme on the internet. "With Sumdac, Jew lose" indeed. The Sumdacs has since become the human equivalent of F40PH.
"Yes, and while he won over the people's and the government's heart, corporations stopped asking for his work. He had to become a gorvernment scientist, where he was worked to the bone. He's never came back home since. I don't even know if he noticed Mom leaving him yet..."
She then pointed at the metal node at her neck "This is the last birthday present he ever gave to me. A prototype, lacking Google integration and GPS tracking. Yeah, it's nice and all, but...
...it would be nice if he just come home for once." the blond sighed, then jugged down a can of beer. Nakoto noticed this "You know, you're not in the legal age to be consuming alcohol in neither the US or Japan."
"Bah, whatever. Not like anyone's watching us. You want to know where the name 'Lonely Huckebein' came from?" Sari asked, but didn't wait for an answer.
"As you probably know, Hans Huckebein is the name of a troublesome raven in a novel or something. So "Huckebein" can be consider sort of a nickname for someone who is annoying yet know how to effectively do so in a way that seems systematic. Me, being the smart ass that I am, usually drove away anyone who try to bother me during my working hours, including my Gunpla Battle partners. It's just proper work ethics that my dad taught me: "If anyone is bothering you during your work, tell them to please come back later, and if they don't comply, throw a wrench at that person". And people kept avoiding me, even though I actively tried reaching out to them. And so seats around me are usually occupied by air."
Nakoto was silent. He don't know what to say. So, all this time the cheerful, carefree Sabrina Sumdac he know was also one of the most lonely person he has ever met. She had the cast, the knowledge and - if he dare say so himself - the looks, yet she drove people away because of her passion for her work: the only thing that kept her from facing the pain of never having her father by her side, while also kept reminding her that this is what she and her father used to do together. It was a similar case to his, but he still managed to find two or three friends, and he still have the Bright family to look out for him. But Sari was different, she is truly lonely. Not a soul.
"Not anymore..." Nakoto whispered as he wrapped his arms around the blond, surprising the blond a bit. "I used to be all alone when I first entered this country too. But, the Brights were there for me, and one of my old friends also escaped her family and came here too. They were the light that guided me to this future.
And I'm going to be your light. I hate seeing people in trouble. Heh, it's one of the only good things that Estelle-neesama rubbed off on me"
"N-Nakoto..." The blond felt her eyes watering up. She dropped her screwdriver, and held on to Nakoto's arms, like she was afraid to lose them forever. Nobody has ever taken the time to listen to her...Until this black-haired artist came around and did.
"I-I...*hic*...I ...I don't w-want to be alone anymore. I don't want the usual me just to be an act anymore... I want that person to be who I really am...
I want to be me..."
She said, in her soft, angelic voice, a single tear drop escaped her eyes. The black haired teen reached around and wiped it away. One of her repaired Haro saw this and rolled right out of the room, saying in a really small voice:
"too cheesy, too cheesy, too cheesy!"
Nakoto heard the Haro, but ignored it anyway. He started singing, as if trying to make the moment even more cheesy. Just like his dad used to said: "When you throw a spear, you must follow wherever it leads to."
Nakoto voice was surprisingly powerful, for his bishounen look. It was like a younger version of Shiro Amada. His voice was soothing, yet filled with passion and soul.
"Kimi no kage, hoshi no yoni
asa ni tokete kiete yuku..."
A/N: Sorry if the pacing is a bit slow. I wanted to develop the characters a little bit. I usually don't care much about the OMGSUPERMEGACUSTOMWINGZEROEXIA mechs, but usually more on the person that pilots it. The mech may last for half a season, but the pilot will last the entire series.
(Haro rolls by, with the word Sunrise on the sc-
FUCK YOU SUNRISE!
DI DI DING DI DING
NOT-BANPRESTO!
DI DING!