(I have performed the dark ritual of necromancy once and I shall do so again! I was going through my notes and saw that I had written this conclusion a while ago. Figured I’d throw it up here!)
For many moments no one reacted. Smoke and debris still rose out from the building that Erland had crashed into. The swirling dust gave a mock sensation of wind rolling across the lunar complex. A particularly large cloud obstructed the view between the two standing grazes and the crimson Gundam. The curtain was a que and seemingly all the active suits bursted into action. Edwin and the Gundam fired their thrusters to push into the cloud from opposite ends. The impact is the suits crashing into each other made the dust explode away. The clear view giving Yohan reason to open fire at the enemy. Edwin growled out as the Gundam kicked into his graze knocking himself back while simultaneously dodging the fire from Yohan.
The damned demon was fast. The terrifying motions making Edwin breath heavier with weariness and fear. He brought his graze back on its feet while poising the sword to his right. He locked onto the agile enemy and fired his thrusters to close the distance. To his dismay the Gundam was winding its way closer to Yohan. His adjutant cried out in increasing terror as the agile demon danced between shots getting within striking distance with its wicked looking weapon. Yohan’s screams reached a crescendo which abruptly ended at the edge of the Gundam’s blade. Too late, Edwin barreled into the machine knocking them sideways from the adjutant. “No you don’t!” The noble growled defiantly, “I’m your opponent!”
The Gundam recovered gracefully if not somewhat unsteadily. Edwin noticed the slight flutter, the uneasiness of the controls despite their fluidity. Whiskers, thought Edwin. The pilot might have an advantage but Edwin was determined to deny any type of victory to the beast. “Listen here son…” Edwin opened his com and sounded almost sympathetic. “You’ve clearly been through a lot…” even as he spoke Edwin brought his sword up and poised it over the graze’s head, cocked for a downward slash. “However… you have stepped into something you can’t comprehen-“
The voice from before shot back passionately, “don’t act like you know what I’ve been through you noble pig!” The youthful voice went into a rant about living conditions and equality. Idealistic banter that hardly mattered to Edwin as he inched his suit closer. Yohan was swapping magazines as he slowly brought the rifle to aim. The pair let the youth angrily preach to them both.
Truth or not, the idealistic banter from the enemy Gundam was pointless. They were all transgressed into the spoil of mortal combat and no amount of talking would de-escalate the situation. The only remedy was action, decisiveness being Edwin’s strong suit. As the human debris went on, the noble brought his Graze in closer and closer with cautious scoots foreword. Either the worker turned warrior was a fool or he was some sort of genius lulling the Gjallarhorn forces in close. The alabaster Graze struck first, and struck hard. The blade of the mobile suit suddenly swung down on the crimson demon. The sword would have struck straight down on the head had the damn Gundam not suddenly jerked rearward. The attack was not without merit however as the pointed tip still dug down deep from the top of the metallic breast straight down to the pelvis. It was a marvelous slice, the weapon brutally ripping the metal, and nanofilament armor; erupting in a crescendo of blood as the blade hit the pilot. Just like a switch the demon went limp, in a moment it fell to its knees before locking up, frozen in place.
For many heartbeats Edwin did not move, he didn’t even know he was breathing. Had it not been for the trembling of his body he would have assumed time had suddenly stood still. And as reality slowly returned to normal he found that he had indeed slain the demon. He let out an uneasy breath and gulped in more air and slowly he looked around to regard his allies.
—— aboard the Fortis ——-
Edwin stood on the bridge of his ship, his fingers tapping nervously along the crease of his fake arm through his uniform. He stoically looked out as a pair of Grazes brought in the crippled Gundam aboard the docking bay.
Even just looking at the machine was disheartening, it drudged up bitter memories. The noble scoffed at the machine. “All hands prepare to return home. The council will want to hear about this development.”
With those words Edwin left the bridge and retreated back into his chambers. The presence of the Gundam was surely a bad omen. Perhaps there was much worse than worker disputes on the way?
The tremors slowly faded away, the entire cabin soon became serene as weightlessness permeated around. Edwin unconsciousness tensed his left hand, curling and uncurling the artificial fingers. It was strange how occasionally he genuinely felt as if the digits were his own. It was equally unnerving when he found himself scratching the skin of the prothstetic. They called it phantom pain and it was a sensation he doubted he would ever fully accept. Lifting his gaze from his lame hand he looked around the cabin to study how everyone else was reacting inside the shuttle.
If one was studious, they could quickly determine who was new to space and who wasn’t. By this point Edwin was fairly numb to awe inspiring sensation. A young woman was giggling as she let some jewelry twirl in front of her. Another man was grinning like a fool playing with a water bottle. Edwin merely sighed and returned his gaze out the window. He would soon be onboard the Halfbeak class Fortis. The Fortis was a Bauduin family warship and had served as Edwin’s flagship during his patrol duties. As the shuttle escaped earth, Edwin could begin to make out the purplish form of the ship. Onboard was his Graze, and his crew; and he was eager to see both.
Perhaps just as importantly was an old friend he was eager to reacquaint with; Erland Falk. Though the two men differed in age by almost a decade, Edwin thought of the younger man like a little brother and often treated him as such. He had been happy for the fellow noble when they had been assigned other duties on Mars. Now it appeared that fate would bring them back together. Gjallarhorn had given Edwin an important mission and was willing to give the Bauduin official any resources he needed, whether it be material or personnel; Edwin chose the latter.
The rattle and clanking of the hull snapped Edwin from his contemplation and he tensed himself against his seat as the shuttle connected with the warship to drop him off. After the connection was secure a crewman gave the Captain a thumbs up. Edwin grabbed his briefcase and unbuckled himself to “leap” towards the engineer and the exit. The man gave him a salute and Edwin responded in kind, before moving down the narrow corridor towards his ship. Once he was on board a small collection of his staff saluted a greeting towards him and he returned the gesture yet again. He knew that by the time he found his way to the bridge he’d repeat the process with half his crew.
By the time he made it to the bridge a grin did form along the edge of his face as he spotted his old friend. Erland stood staring out the windows, his red back turned toward him. Edwin let out a cheery greeting, “I had no idea that I’d be entertaining a member of the Falk family on my ship!” His tone showed his mock surprise. As he hovered up to the other man he stopped to regard him and offer his hand warmly, “it’s good to see you Erland!”