Chapter 6: Chapter 5
White gathered him and his son's belongings with brisk efficiency, packing them into bags as he prepared to leave. As he descended the stairs, a sharp knock echoed through the house, interrupting his haste.
"Hello, is this the White residence?" a voice called from beyond the door.
"No, I'm sorry, wrong place," White replied, approaching the peephole cautiously. Through its lens, he saw three figures clad in black exoskeleton suits.
"So, these are the ones Kelvin warned me about," White muttered to himself.
With a sense of urgency, White dashed back upstairs, retrieving some of his old creations. Among them stood his Gundams, relics of his past ingenuity. He hesitated, his hand hovering over one that could easily overpower the three intruders. Yet, he refrained, knowing that using it would betray the very reason he was fleeing the organization.
White turned and caught sight of the very first prototype he had crafted, the precursor to the mighty Gundam. Though not as formidable as its successor, it still possessed enough power to repel any intruders.
Another firm knock echoed through the room, accompanied by troop 1's stern warning, "White, it's in your best interest to surrender peacefully. Don't force our hand; you'll regret it."
"In three," troop 1 declared, the tension thickening in the air.
"Three," he counted down.
"Two."
"One."
But before troop 1 could finish the countdown, a deafening laser blast erupted from the door, hurling them and their companions through the air, their bodies colliding with the unforgiving rocks scattered across the landscape.
As the smoke clears, revealing the aftermath of the laser blast, a figure steps through the damaged door with calculated grace. Emerging from the dissipating haze is the prototype red Gundam, its sleek frame glistening under the dim lights of the hangar. With each step, the ground reverberates, echoing the power contained within its metallic form.
The Gundam's crimson armor reflects the flickering lights, casting an ominous glow across the room. Its angular design exudes a sense of strength and purpose, while the intricate detailing hints at the advanced technology lying beneath the surface. Twin vents on its shoulders emit a faint hum, ready to unleash devastating firepower at a moment's notice.
Its frame is coated in a vibrant shade of crimson, accentuated by sleek lines and intricate detailing that speaks to its advanced design. The surface of its armor gleams with a polished sheen, hinting at the advanced materials from which it is constructed.
At its core, the Gundam embodies strength and agility, with muscular limbs and a robust chassis that convey both power and grace. Each joint is meticulously crafted, allowing for fluid movement and precise control in the heat of battle. Its shoulders bear the weight of mounted weaponry, while its chest houses the pulsating heart of its power source (Dark matter).
The head of the Gundam is crowned with a distinctive helmet, its visor gleaming with an otherworldly luminescence. Within its depths, sensors and targeting systems scan the environment with razor-sharp precision, granting white unparalleled awareness of their surroundings,From its powerful legs to the tips of its articulated fingers, every aspect of the Gundam exudes an aura of invincibility.
White peered intently through the screen inside the Gundam, scanning the area for any sign of the three figures, his heart racing with anticipation. With a shocked expression, White exclaimed, "What?"
On the screen, White could see the three figures, unharmed and without a scratch, their laughter echoing through the cockpit.
Troop 1 spoke up, "I told you sending out clones was the better option. We could've been in real trouble if it had hit us."
"Yeah, yeah, you win. Here goes my money," cried Troop 2, a hint of frustration in his voice.
Troop 3 chimed in, "But you know, guys, I was feeling conflicted about taking down a man who couldn't defend himself. Now, this is going to be fun."
The three of them nodded in agreement as they leaped to the ground, standing defiantly in front of White.
"I don't want to hurt you," White pleaded, attempting to defuse the situation.
"But we want to," the three troops declared simultaneously, their voices filled with determination.
With a heavy sigh, White braced himself, his hands tightening around the controls of the Gundam.
"I tried my best to warn the three of you," White said, his voice tinged with frustration and regret.
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The air crackled with tension as the two forces converged, each determined to emerge victorious from the ensuing melee.
Troop 1, the leader of the group took the first step forward and moved with the fluid grace of a seasoned warrior, his exoskeleton suit enhancing his already formidable abilities. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a barrage of throwing stars towards the Gundam, forcing White to maneuver swiftly to evade the deadly projectiles. Meanwhile, Troop 2 and Troop 3 closed in from different angles, their movements coordinated and precise as they sought to overwhelm their opponent.
White deftly dodged and parried their attacks, his movements fueled by adrenaline and the sheer determination to protect himself and his Gundam. With each blow exchanged, the intensity of the battle only escalated, the combatants locked in a deadly dance of skill and strategy.
The prototype Gundam's red armor clashed against the sleek exoskeleton suits of the assassins, the sound of metal on metal ringing out with each strike. Troop 2 and Troop 3 utilized their ninja techniques to confound White, disappearing into the shadows only to reappear with lightning-fast strikes aimed at exploiting any weakness in his defenses.
Despite their relentless assault, White remained resolute, his focus unwavering as he sought an opening to turn the tide of the battle. With a sudden burst of speed, he launched a series of counterattacks, aiming to exploit the assassins' vulnerabilities and gain the upper hand.
But as the battle raged on, White began to feel the strain of prolonged combat taking its toll on his Gundam. The prototype suit, not designed for extended engagements, showed signs of wear and fatigue, its movements growing sluggish as its energy reserves dwindled.
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