the second drop pod showed up when they did, or you
wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
The smoking remains of a hulking metal tank -
“Of course, they weren’t supposed to show up at all, but
orders from the Galactic League are nothing compared to a
crew’s loyalty for their commander.”
Their commander - Commander Up -
Up, locked in battle with the metal monster, Up taking
her hand as they ran from the exploding phason -
“You’ll be happy to hear that your mission was a success
- the entire stock of phason was destroyed and the robots
have been unable to power the rest of their Wing Gundam
units.”
Up crawling toward her through the debris, Up’s hand
on her face -
“The tides have turned, Lieutenant, for the first time
since this war began. The robots are weaker than ever, their
military structure is collapsing. Between the loss of their
fleet and what we’ve discovered about the fallibility of
certain models to water, it won’t be long until the robots are
finally nothing more than the slaves we created them to be.”
Up’s warm mouth on hers, his crushing embrace - Up
telling her that he loved her, before they made their final
stand.
“The war is over, Lieutenant. And you played an
important role in its end. You should be proud. The
G.L.E.E. is grateful to you.”
Up’s blood splattered across her face.
Her eyes flew open.
“Up-” she said, or tried to say, her throat raw and
unresponsive.
The voice fell silent.
She struggled to sit up. The voice sat on a chair across
the room at the foot of her bed. He was tall, and dressed in