December 26th
10:36 Local Time
Russia. A vast landscape of permafrost and tundra, the wastes by most accounts would be fully uninhabitable. The site around the Chulip had thankfully been one of these flat stretches of unlived land, the immediate area unfrozen by the impact, while whatever investigators St Reagan had sent milled along the edges…
The eerie silence that had filled the air was suddenly broken as the monolithic structure began to open, petals splitting as a portal began to spring open above it, the sound of battle clearly audible.
The dense storm was turned a bright white as beams erupted out from within, a number of weapons escaping from within, briefly exchanging fire, before being brutally cut down as a pink beam saber tore through them. Raptors and Batta fell to the ground in steaming wrecks, before an even larger corpse would crash down, a black painted Tetsujin, body torn to shreds, and finished with a pulsing saber to the head. As the gathered forces looked on, a lone Mobile Suit stood among the slaughter, foot firmly planted on the chest of the Jovian beast.
The silhouette it cut resembled… A devil. So close to the Gundam that had hung in the consciousness of humanity for centuries at this point, yet a few step closer to the original, than a number of it’s offshoots. It’s speakers soon filled the air.
“My name is Mihalis Morou, Akira Date the Thirteenth. On behalf of the Jovian Federation, the First and I would wish to speak with your United Nations, and extend a hand of Fellowship.”
10:36 Local Time
Russia. A vast landscape of permafrost and tundra, the wastes by most accounts would be fully uninhabitable. The site around the Chulip had thankfully been one of these flat stretches of unlived land, the immediate area unfrozen by the impact, while whatever investigators St Reagan had sent milled along the edges…
The eerie silence that had filled the air was suddenly broken as the monolithic structure began to open, petals splitting as a portal began to spring open above it, the sound of battle clearly audible.
The dense storm was turned a bright white as beams erupted out from within, a number of weapons escaping from within, briefly exchanging fire, before being brutally cut down as a pink beam saber tore through them. Raptors and Batta fell to the ground in steaming wrecks, before an even larger corpse would crash down, a black painted Tetsujin, body torn to shreds, and finished with a pulsing saber to the head. As the gathered forces looked on, a lone Mobile Suit stood among the slaughter, foot firmly planted on the chest of the Jovian beast.
The silhouette it cut resembled… A devil. So close to the Gundam that had hung in the consciousness of humanity for centuries at this point, yet a few step closer to the original, than a number of it’s offshoots. It’s speakers soon filled the air.
“My name is Mihalis Morou, Akira Date the Thirteenth. On behalf of the Jovian Federation, the First and I would wish to speak with your United Nations, and extend a hand of Fellowship.”